The next morning I awoke, hand toying with my morning wood under my pajamas, so many dirty thoughts from last night racing through my brain.
It was 9:15am, so Mom and Dad would already be up. I knew I had to keep my experience a secret, not giving away that I thought anything unusual about what happened last night in the front room. When I got to the top of the stairs, I looked into Mom's bedroom and saw the closet door open wide, the hamper not in its usual place. Ah yes, Mom always gets things going early on weekends, and despite their intense adventure last night, her routine was unchanged.
I walked into the kitchen with a textbook in hand, my Dad seated at the far end of the kitchen table, idly flipping through his phone. When he heard me enter, he looked up, full eye contact, looking for me to betray anything I might have picked up from their friend's visit to the front room last night. I said "Morning" nonchalantly and sat opposite him, opening the textbook to peruse it. He replied in like, and continued playing with his phone.
Mom opened the laundry room that is just off of the kitchen, behind dad. As she stepped in, I saw the empty hamper behind her, and heard the washing machine humming away. She, too, looked directly at me and grinned broadly. I flipped over the page as though I was reading it, and said "Morning Mom." I did notice that she must have just showered, as her curly locks were wrapped beneath a thick bath towel. Wearing a heavy white terry robe and open-toed slippers, her ruby red toenails caught my eye. I continued thumbing through my text as she attended the stove, stirring a steaming saucepan.
"Your porridge is ready Dear," Mom told Dad, as she turned and poured the cream of wheat cereal into the bowl she had set in front of him. Without taking his eyes off his phone, Dad added milk and stirred up his breakfast. Mom asked if I wanted anything, and I requested orange juice. As she puttered back and forth, her robe would open now and then as she turned, exposing a few inches of those soft white thighs that get me so excited. My mind wandered to that first sight of her luscious smooth pussy from my hiding place in their room.
A few minutes later, Mom walked to Dad and said, "All done, Sweetie?" and kissed him on the forehead, taking his bowl and spoon to the sink. He then announced that he was going outside to mow the lawn, saying, "See ya' later, boy." as he walked out the back door. I went back to my studying, occasionally sipping away at the orange juice. The whine of the mower started, and Dad passed by outside the window behind the sink, on his first run up the property.
"Did you sleep well last night, Derek?" Mom asked.
"Yeah, not bad." was my reply.
She then leaned against the sink and said, "What do you know about these?" and began to open her robe, drawing my attention first to her baring chest. The robe was separated by about 4 inches, revealing the rounded globes of her petite breasts, but not quite exposed enough to show her nipples. I must have looked slack jawed as I took her in. And, as my eyes drew downward, I froze cold at the sight of the panties covering my mother's pussy, pulled snug enough to reveal a camel toe. I did a double take as I confirmed that the panties she was showing me were both pink, and spattered with cum.
I stared right into her gaze, unable to speak. She noted coolly, "It could only be you, you know! I took these off right before Jim arrived, and when I was putting them into the washer this morning, I knew that no one else could have messed on them, but you." She fingered her clit gently with her right hand, over the cum-stained panty panel. "Your father couldn't have done this, because we both know that he already spilled all over himself and his seat so much sooner, don't we? And, something made a noise in my closet last night. I do think you were a very naughty boy."
She wandered over to me, her left hand stroked my right nipple through my shirt. I could only make sputtered sounds, unable to put even a few words together. She leaned close to whisper in my ear, "And we both know where Jim's cum ended up, and it certainly wasn't on these panties, now, was it?" Her right hand caressed my head as she mouthed small kisses on my ear.
"Mommy thinks you liked what you saw." she whispered, her lips pressing modest nibbles on my earlobe.
I uttered, "Ohhh, Mom, you looked so hot."
"And what did you think of your father?"
"I-I don't know," was all I could get out.
Mom then slid her left hand down into my lap, groping the bulge under my pajamas.