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.
While I was waiting, I got Mrs. Anderson's panties and smelled them and rubbed them against my face. I could smell her womanhood and feel the softness which reminded me of her soft body.
When I heard the shower turn off, I sat up so that I could see through the crack in the door. I waited for her to come out, hoping for the best. I heard the hair dryer turn off and I wasn't disappointed when she came out naked. I got a glimpse of her round breasts and hard nipples before she turned to go into her room. I watched her soft round bottom as she walked away and disappeared through her door. She pushed the door but not hard enough to completely close it.
I went back to my bed, undressing as I went. I lay there thinking about my Mom while stroking myself with Mrs. Anderson's panties around my hard cock. I barely noticed the squeak as the door came slightly open. I looked and saw Mom's shadow as she peeked through the opening. I was too far into it to stop what I was doing. I expected her to come in and chastise me. When she didn't come in, I was turned on by the fact that now SHE was watching ME!
I continued to stroke until I could stand it now longer. I let out a soft moan as I spewed my load onto Mrs. Anderson's panties. I thought I heard a sigh coming from the doorway. I looked up just as she turned to return to her room.
I got up and went into the bathroom to clean up and wrap the panties into a towel. As I was leaving, I heard moans coming from my Mom's room. Sneaking over to the door, I could see her laying on her bed in the soft night light, rubbing her pussy and her breasts. I began to get hard again and slowly stroked my cock, thinking of how it would feel to enter her sweet pussy.
Soon she was moaning loudly and I thought I heard her say my name as she came with an intense orgasm. I rushed back to my room before she could see me and once again masturbated with the sight of her cumming still burnt into my mind.
The next day was Saturday, my day to mow Mrs. Anderson's lawn. I slept late and got there about 10 am. I started with the front yard As I mowed around to the back, I heard voices by the pool behind the privacy fence.
When I finished mowing and trimming the grass, I went to the gate and knocked.
"Is that you, Chuck?" I heard Mrs. Anderson ask.
"Yes, I can come back later if you like," I replied.
"No, come on in, "she shouted.
I shyly opened the gate and saw her and another one of the ladies from the bridge party. They were lying on their backs in their bikinis with the tops lying loosely on their breasts.