And what was my reward? Absolutely nothing at all, perhaps you might regard removing her bra and letting me touch her breasts as a reward, but you’d be more realistic if you accepted, that this was just a way for her to become more aroused for my father to get the benefit of. The only person who’d got rewarded was Dad, the man who was totally ignoring her emotional needs, he was just, not to put too fine a point on it, simply fucking her.
Sitting there too emotional to go to sleep, I examined her clothing, sinking my nose into the back of her dress were she’d sat down. Her scent was so strong, had she been so stimulated that she’d left the dress for me, knowing that I’d do this, and know how turned on she was? If there were any doubts about her state of arousal her briefs dispelled it, with the thick coating of slime lying there. I ran my finger through it, it attached itself to me like glue, to leave this for me to find was like sticking a knife into my gut, it let me know just how turned on she was, and what it was that I’d missed out on.
Unable to help myself, I greedily licked it off my finger, replaced it with more, licked that off also, only to repeat the exercise for a third time. Before then burying my nose as deeply into her briefs as I could, breathing in her overpoweringly, heady aroma. Her deposit stuck to my face and hands.
Standing there naked with her underwear in my hand, and an erection, it was inevitable that I was going to fire off another load, which I did, to be honest more in anger than lust, choosing to use one of the cups of her bra. I didn’t use her briefs as you can only do that once, and then all they smell of is you, they then become worthless for my purpose.
Just as on Saturday night after the party, I couldn’t sleep, I kept running over the evening in my mind, and so at just after twelve thirty, I fired another load of my best issue into the second bra cup, again as much in anger as anything else. It never occurred to me that she hadn’t expected me to use her underwear for this, what else could she have had in mind, but was this my consolation prize?
Somewhere after that point, I resolved that if I was the one getting my Mother hot, then I needed to get some reward for effort. That I’d put aside my anger, and set about the process of having her, and damn the consequences.
The next morning, I of course woke up with an erection and this time her briefs were the recipient of that load. In the shower I said to myself, “For a young man who has a red hot forty six year old women, who’s husband’s out of the country, and is hot to trot, you’re jerking off far too much. You need to go and see Jane real soon.” I resolved to call her later that day.
It was hard to get a moment alone with Mum when we were having breakfast, as we were all running around with the organised confusion that was our normal morning rush. Dad also always seemed to be in the way, so other than a few moments of eye contact, and a couple of grins, we were unable to really communicate. Except when she said in an aside, “did you like your present?”
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