I’d always shower at night or soon after waking up. We had a laundry basket we kept in the bathroom, where we’d put our dirty clothes, after showering. Our towels would generally be kept outside the bathroom, in a smaller cupboard. Having lived with her my whole life, I knew what Mum’s routine consisted of, like when she’d shower, wake up, etc and now that I were thinking about her sexually, I decided to use it to my advantage and see how she’d react. Night time was always special, I were almost never horny in the day, compared to night time. When I showered the next morning, generally before she did, I made sure to put my cum stained underwear at the top of the basket, so she could get some kind of glimpse. For me, it was worth potentially getting told off by her. Being horny for her, gave me the same excitement as discovering porn for the first time.
Our family would sometimes shower, one after the other, with my sister generally going first, due to sleeping early and waking up for University, followed by me and then Mum. Whenever I’d be around Mum, since that night, I because highly perverted, looking at her ass or her tits overwise, when she wasn’t looking. I didn’t care if she could tell that I had a bit of a boner. Her Salwar Kameez made it even hotter, as it left a bit more to the imagination, than regular tighter fitting Western clothing. There was undoubtedly something hot underneath, I’d always think and I hadn’t always noticed it, but Mum did have a bit of a round ass, so whenever I didn’t see her tits, I looked at her ass.
During the next few days, I fantasised about her more and more, masturbating to whatever body parts I could see that day, thinking about what I’d do to her, this time, using tissues. We were alone together a lot in those few days and never once did she look at me weird or look upset or bring up anything about my cum stained underwear, which I feel like she must have seen. Either she didn’t see it, didn’t think it was cum or just didn’t care. I craved her attention, because I thought the idea of me talking to her about it, would make me hard and maybe something could go from there and if nothing else, a sexual fantasy where I could imagine a happy ending.
Since I got nothing, I decided to repeat my original plan of cumming in my underwear and putting in on the top of the basket for her to see, just before she’d shower. I did this for 2 more days and still, she still didn’t seem to care. I’d only do this when I’d shower at night, so I decided to change my plan a bit, to see if she’d mention it to me. This time, I’d leave a fresh cum stain of cum. The night of the plan, Mum showered earlier than her usual time and before me. I happily waited downstairs, as I fantasised about her wet, naked body. My sister was downstairs too and I let her go to the bathroom first, as I were going to shower.
After my sister went to the bathroom, I headed upstairs, as soon as I heard the door open and went into the bathroom. I thought to myself, “how’s Mum going to see my fresh, cum stained underwear, if she’s already showered ?” After some deep thought, I decided, better a cum stained underwear than none at all. As I put my own clothes into the basket, I noticed some underwear, half covered by my Mum’s salwar. Being incredible horny for her, I picked it up and knew it was hers, as my sister seemed too slim to fit into them and they definitely weren’t mine.
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