But she said, “Okay, okay. I’ll be in the laundry room. Bring it to me there.”
I took off my shorts. They really were soaked. I didn’t know I had that much cum in my balls I set them aside and put some fresh shorts on. I started to reach for my pants…but then I stopped. Without asking myself why, I picked up the wet shorts and walked down to the laundry room in just my shirt and fresh underwear.
When my Mom saw me come in she giggled but didn’t mention the fact that I had no pants on. I was blushing as I handed her the shorts. She inspected them very carefully. “God, they’re SO WET!” she laughed. She even sniffed them before putting them in the washer with some other clothes. As the washer ran, my mother climbed up and sat up on the dryer. We talked and laughed, but I have no idea what we talked about. All I could think about was how I was down in our laundry room in my underpants, talking to my Mom, who was wearing a skirt and sitting high up on the drying machine. She giggled and kicked her legs a little as she talked. I kept reminding myself that we weren’t doing anything wrong or weird. Were we? We were just talking, after all. And I wasn’t wearing any less clothing than I would be at the beach.
We heard the sound of the garage door opening, which meant that my father was home. My mother and I both looked kind of nervous. My mother quickly handed me some pants from the laundry pile. We went upstairs and were innocently watching TV by the time Dad came in.
That night, as I lay in bed, I slowly stroked my cock. My fantasies flipped back and forth from my date to images of my Mom sitting on the dryer. Fortunately, I had a sheet over myself (and over my hand) because my Mom quickly walked into my room without knocking. I moved my hand and tried to look nonchalant, even though I was flushed. My Mom sat down on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a satin chemise. I was very nervous, wondering what she wanted.
“Sweetie, your father and I need some privacy tonight, but I have to leave the bedroom door open because it’s kind of hot. So don’t go wandering out into the hall, okay?”
I nodded.
“I knew I could trust you,” she said. “I’ll just tell your Dad you’re already asleep.” She leaned over to kiss me goodnight. I felt the warmth of her body, and smelled her perfume. She held my gaze for a moment before getting up and heading out of the room.
Part of me wanted to grab my cock again and pound it fast and hard to an orgasm. Instead, I slowly caressed it, waiting for the sounds I knew were coming. Often in the past I had heard the creaking of my parents’ bed, followed eventually by my mother’s moaning. Like many curious kids, I had sneaked out of my room and listened at their door. On a few occasions, I had even tried to open the door to get a peek, but it was always locked. Consequently, the sounds were always muffled and unclear. But when the sounds started tonight they were louder and more distinct. I could even make out some of the words my mother was saying: