When my orgasm inevitably hit, I moved Mom’s panties to the tip of my cock and let my cum spurt into them. Thanks to my thoughts of Mom as well as her underwear, it was one of my more intense orgasms. I was glad I had thought ahead to reduce the mess I made. I couldn’t imagine what she’d think if she returned to find her bed covered in my cum.
I sat up and tossed the used panties into Mom’s laundry basket. I needed to pee, but the shower was still occupied from the sound of things. Instead I went to the kitchen to turn on the coffee-maker.
Eventually Mom turned the shower turned off. I waited patiently for her to open the door since I was pretty sure she would be done with the bathroom soon. She didn’t tend to linger in there the way a lot of girls supposedly did.
Several minutes later I was beginning to reassess my position. Mom was clearly not in the shower any more, but she hadn’t yet exited the bathroom. I had no idea what she was up to. Unless…
I stopped and thought for a moment. The first thing I’d done that morning had been to jerk off. What were the chances Mom was up to the same sort of thing? It was possible, I decided. She hadn’t even masturbated the night before like I had. I actually felt a small thrill run through me at the idea that she might be in the bathroom pleasuring herself while thinking about me.
After considering the image briefly, I shook my head and dismissed it. It seemed more likely that she would have masturbated in the shower if she was going to do it at all. I’d heard stories about women and shower heads.
Finally the door opened and Mom stepped out. She had put her robe back on, and her hair was damp. There were no obvious signs of her having just done anything at all sexual, but then I wasn’t even sure what sort of signs there could be.
“Sorry, were you waiting?” she asked.
“Kind of,” I said. “I thought you were almost done, but then you took long than usual.”
An enigmatic smile appeared on her face.
“I decided it was a good day to shave. There’s not usually much point.”
“Oh, yeah. You mean, like, your legs or whatever.”
“Among other places.”
Mom brushed past me before I could engage her any further. I stared after her for a moment, unsure whether she’d just suggested what I thought she had. I shook my head and took my turn in the bathroom, then got dressed. Breakfast turned out to be a bit of a rushed affair since Mom had to get to work. She made sure to stop and give me a kiss on the forehead on her way out.
“Have a good day, sweetie,” she said. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Bye, Mom.”
She headed out, leaving me to what little remained of my breakfast. I finished it quickly and got ready for the rest of my day. I couldn’t help feeling like I’d have a hard time concentrating on much of anything at school.
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I was in my room that evening when Mom got home. I heard her come in and go past my doorway toward her room. I stepped into the hallway and decided to follow her. She hadn’t bothered to close her door behind her, despite being in the process of unbuttoning her blouse. I leaned against her door frame and watched.