Notice: no characters are underage in this story.
Wearing only the black panties, not having permission to put any clothes on, I cleaned the carpet and the rest of the mess I made, except for the now crusting mess that was on the panties themselves and on me.
Once I finished with the carpet, I lingered in Mother's room. I was never allowed in here before, but she hadn't told me to get out, so I wanted to look around. I was pretty sure there was no security camera in here and I was willing to take the chance at punishment even if she found out. In fact, the idea of more punishment made my dick throb. But I tucked it and my balls down between my legs as Mother had insisted that I do.
I knew her job involved sex, but she was so discreet, I never knew if she ever so much as pleasured herself at home or saved herself for her job. I had more of an impression that she didn't typically give her clients access to her body, except in the visual sense. Her actions with me, and everything I knew about her, suggested a dominating role, even a dominatrix perhaps. But I had seen how she got wet with what she did to me, so I knew that the sexual control excited her, and she must get some relief somewhere, somehow.
So I snooped.
Her bedside table was the first and most obvious choice. She had some assorted pills in the top drawer, and some lotion. But there was nothing exciting. The next drawer held a generic tablet computer, which I had never seen her use. Maybe she read herself to sleep? Or for all I knew, she was addicted to Candy Crush. I pressed the power button and the camera light flashed, but it didn't recognize me, so the PIN pad came up. I thought I could probably figure out her number, but I put it back in the drawer for now.
There was a dresser in the room, so I started through those drawers. The top one had several wallets and clutches, some keys, her passport, and a roll of cash. I left everything in place but again was determined to come back later and give it a closer look.
The next drawer held nylons, panties, and bras. I had seen these before in the laundry, so I was not surprised by how sexy they were. And the ones in the laundry had her scent, that I had inhaled and memorized for years, so they were much more interesting.
Neither was there anything more interesting in the rest of the dresser. I looked under the bed and I looked through her bookcase, but it was disappointing.
Then I entered her closet. I had never set foot in there before. I recognized the dresses, the skirts and blouses, all the shoes. But there was a cabinet on the far wall, and it was locked. And I just knew that was where her secrets were hidden.
I went back to the dresser and took the keyring. I took the keys to the cabinet and found the right one. I placed the key in the lock, and I turned it. And then I heard a "click" from the bedroom. Maybe it was nothing, but I froze, suddenly terrified of what she would do to me if she found out I opened her secret cabinet. So I relocked the cabinet without opening it, and put the keys back where I found them. I climbed onto the bed and I was shaking from the adrenaline. And then I was glad I didn't know what was in the cabinet. Because as long as I didn't know for sure, my imagination could put anything there.
I fell asleep after midnight, curled up like a pet on top of the bedspread. The light was still on. I didn't hear her come in. It was well before dawn.
"What are you doing in here?"
I jolted awake. "You didn't say I could leave. And you said that everything was about to change."
"Insolent," she muttered. But she didn't tell me to leave.
I thought she would go to her closet and change clothes for bed, but she came over and stood beside me. "What are you hoping will happen? I sleep in the nude. Are you expecting to share the bed with me?"
There was no right answer for this one, and I was trapped. "I'll do whatever you want."
"That didn't answer my question."
I trembled as I said, "Yes, I was hoping to sleep with you. To see your breasts again at least. But I've been fantasizing about more."
"What did you fantasize about?" I saw a glint in her eye and knew she was enjoying this. I knew how to give her what she wanted. Maybe even what she needed.
"I'm a virgin. I fantasized about you taking my virginity."
"I know you are a virgin! But be careful what you wish for."
"I can't help it."
"Then beg me. Beg me to take your virginity."
"Please Mother! Please take my virginity. I want you to be my first. My only."
She smiled, and that smile made me afraid. "Get on your hands and knees."
She had something in mind that I could not imagine. I did as commanded.
She walked over to the dresser and took out her keys. She went into the closet. I waited a long time for her to return. My dick has shriveled to nothing but was still tucked between my legs in the panties.
When she appeared, she was still in the same dress, but both her breasts were out of the top and the slit at the bottom had been hiked up to accommodate a strap on cock. She walked around the bed to my head. She placed a jar of lubricant beside me.
"Look at me."