Her smile widened involuntarily and she had to look away for a moment. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. I scooted a little closer to her.
“You’re supposed to be saying things like that to girls your own age,” she said.
“I know. I’d rather say them to you.”
Mom shook her head and sighed for dramatic effect.
“What am I going to do with you?” she asked.
I put my hand on her thigh. I didn’t move it at first, I just let it sit on her smooth, bare skin.
“I don’t really know,” I said.
“But I’m sure you have ideas.” She took me by the wrist and gently removed my hand from her leg. “I need to get moving or I’ll be late. Do you want the shower before I hop in?”
“No, that’s okay. You go ahead.”
Mom nodded, then leaned down to kiss my forehead. Her robe fell away from her chest in the process, giving me a peek at her generous cleavage. I reached up to gently fondle on of her breasts through her robe.
“You need to cut that out or neither of us is going to get anything done today,” she said.
She stood up without pulling her robe back in place. I watched her as she left the room and walked down to the bathroom. Her choice of attire didn’t do much to cover her legs and I focused on them until she was out of sight.
I rolled onto my back and reached into my boxers. I once again had an erection brought on by my mother. It felt so much better not to fight the feelings I had for her. I started jerking off in her bed without a trace of guilt to plague my conscience.
I could hear the sounds of water running from the bathroom. My mind filled with images of what Mom would look like naked with water streaming down her body. It was tempting to go see if she’d let me join her, but I wasn’t feeling quite that brave. I didn’t want to push too fast. That wouldn’t be good for either of us.
Eventually I realized that I was going to need to do something about my impending orgasm. I didn’t want to make a mess of Mom’s bed. I also didn’t feel like going back to my room to finish the job. I looked around for a box of tissues I could use.
My eye landed on Mom’s dresser. I knew the top drawer held her underwear. It was a way pervier option than I had been looking for, but a pair of her panties would be functional in my situation. I was sure she wouldn’t mind.
I reached over without leaving the bed and fumbled around with the dresser until I had the drawer opened and had managed to grasp a pair of Mom’s panties. They were blue, and made of some kind of silky, slippery material. I stared at them for a moment in indecision, then shrugged. Compared to Mom jerking me off the night before, my current thoughts and actions were hardly worth worrying about.
I wrapped the panties around my cock and resumed jerking off. It was a such a different feeling from either my hand or Mom’s. It was also kind of exciting to think about what I was doing. I was lying nearly naked in Mom’s bed, masturbating with her underwear. It felt so wrong, so dirty, but without any of the guilt such feelings usually came bundled with.