After my afternoon delight with Mrs. Anderson, my next door neighbor, my urges became stronger. I kept looking for an opportunity to visit her again, but it was not possible because of my school schedule, homework and her husband being at home.
I had to satisfy myself by masturbating while thinking about her. Meanwhile, I began to see my Mother in a different light. She had a sexy body, not as large as Mrs. Anderson, but enough to make her curvy in the right places.
One afternoon, I sneaked into her room and looked into her dresser drawers looking for a pair of panties when I noticed a video tape hidden beneath her underwear. It was titled "Taboo" and it aroused my curiosity. I took it back to my room and slide into my VCR. I was astonished by the story line about a mother and her son. As I watched it, I stroked my cock with my Mom's panties around my cock. Soon, my mind wondered from the movie to thoughts of sex with my own Mom. I wondered if she had fantasized about me.
After I had shot a load of cum into my Mom's panties, I quickly hid them in the bottom of the clothes hamper and returned the video to her dresser drawer.
The next day, she called me to the bathroom and showed me her cum stained panties. I panicked and said, "I'm sorry, Mom! I promise I won't do it again!"
"Chuck, I know that you are at that age and I know that you masturbate, but don't let this happen again. "Why did you choose my panties? Are you thinking about me that way?"
My face turned red and I just looked down, avoiding her eyes. I wanted to ask her about the video that I had found, but I was in enough trouble as it was.
"Chuck, I have had naughty thoughts about you, too, but you know that it's wrong."
She could tell that I was hurt and embarrassed. She said, "I will forgive you this time if you will help me get ready for my bridge party tonight."
"Anything you want, Mom," I quickly agreed.
She had a regular group that met at one of the lady's house every week. Mrs. Anderson was one of the ladies. I wondered what would happen when she saw me again.
I vacuumed the den and living room and set up the two tables that were needed for her and her friends. They played duplicate bridge requiring the tables to be in different rooms.
That night after the ladies arrived I went to my room to watch some TV and finish my homework. I could hear the ladies chattering and occasionally bidding and discussing their hands. I think that these are more gossip sessions than bridge matches.
I decided to go to the kitchen to get a snack. This required me to go through the den. I quietly tried to slip through without being noticed.
"Hi, Chuck!" I heard Mrs. Anderson shout. The other three ladies looked up and smiled. The looks on their faces made me wonder if she had told them what had happened. Did she tell my Mom?
"Hi!" I returned her greeting, speaking to all of the ladies. The action seemed to stop as they watched me. I stopped inside the kitchen door to see what was said.
"He does have a nice butt, Marge!" said one of the ladies. "I wouldn't mind having him mow my lawn," she laughed.
I was embarrassed and aroused at the same time, thinking about the possibilities of having another encounter with an older lady. I returned to my room and tried to study but the erotic possibilities kept running through my head. I mentally evaluated all of the ladies. Which ones were receptive to a young man's cock? Mental images were going through my mind. I began to massage my cock through my jeans.
I heard someone pass the door and go into the bathroom. A few minutes later a soft knock on the door and a "May I come in.?" came through my door.
I quickly adjusted myself and said, "Yes." It was Mrs. Anderson. She came to the bed and looked down at the bulge in my jeans.
"Think of me when you use these," she smiled as she handed me her panties which she had removed in the bathroom. I stuffed them under my pillow.
Had my Mom told her about the panty incident? Now my mind was racing with erotic thoughts about my Mom and her. I had trouble focusing on my homework but my cock was wanting attention. I managed to control myself until I heard my mom and the ladies finishing their games. I got up and help them get the tables folded and put away while the ladies helped Mom with the dishes.
After the ladies had gone, I told my Mom that I was tired and was going to bed. She said she was going to take a shower before retiring. I went into my room and left the door ajar so that I could see into the hall. I turned the lights out and lay on my bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.
