This story is fiction. All characters are 18 years or older.
This is chapter 2 of the series. If you didn't read the first one, please check it out.
Thanks for the positive feedback on the first one. I put some more time into this one. Hopefully it shows.
Enjoy!
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I woke up to the sound of curtains sliding across a rod. The warm feeling of sunlight beamed against my eyelids. As I opened my eyes, they were quickly forced shut by the blinding light of the morning sunrise. I turned my head away from the window and opened my eyes a second time. Once my vision was adjusted to the room, I wiped away the tears and was greeted by the sight of my mother staring out of the window. Her arms were hanging behind her back, fingers interlocked. I noticed she was tapping her thumbs together like she was nervous. She was wearing a grey blazer and a matching skirt that stopped just above her knees. She had on black pumps that easily made her 4 inches taller. Her dirty blonde hair was up in a messy bun, held together by a black and silver flower barrette.
She did not speak, but her body language told me something was wrong. Flashes of the night before were flickering through my mind. I was nervous about what she might say and praying that her lover had not told her about me spying on them. She just stood there silently, clearly deep in thought. This awkward silence went on for at least a minute as she continued staring out the window.
I was naked and couldn't get out of bed with her standing there. I began to grow anxious and blurted out anything just to break the silence. "Is there something wrong?" I said to her, with a quiver in my voice.
"We need to talk, but I am late for work," she said, before turning around and locking eyes with me. "I will be home at 5:00pm. Make sure you are here so we can talk then," Before I could reply, she turned around and walked out, closing the door behind her. About a minute later I heard her car start and she drove off.
I sat up and leaned back against the headboard. I knew at this point that the jig was up. She obviously knew what I had done. I flipped over on my stomach and buried my head in a pillow. "You idiot. What were you thinking?" I yelled into the pillow.
About twenty minutes passed as I laid there going over the most probable outcomes of our impending conversation. I convinced myself that no matter what, the embarrassment would make it impossible for me to continue living here. I began packing my things with the intention of leaving after speaking to my mother.
The day dragged on slowly. I finished packing at 4:00pm, which gave me an hour to myself. I sat down on the couch and googled cheap hotels in my area. While scanning for the cheapest deal, I noticed something black stuffed in between the couch cushion. I reached down and pulled out a pair of black lace panties.
At first, I figured they were my mothers, but they were too small. Then I realized I was sitting in the same spot my mother and her lover had been in the night before. I couldn't resist the urge to hold them to my nose and inhale. I needed to smell the scent of the sexy stranger I had been jerking off to for the past several months.
As I held the panties over my nose, it became obvious to me that she had not been wearing these for long. I could smell small traces of her womanhood, but the smell of detergent overwhelmed the rest. Still, it was enough to make me hard. I unbuttoned my pants and started rubbing the panties along my shaft.
I was getting very into it when I heard a car door slam. I quickly put my cock away and zipped up my pants. Leaving the panties wrapped around my cock. The doorknob started to turn, and the front door swung open. My mother walked in and glanced at my luggage and then back to me. I wanted to speak but nothing would come out. "What's all this?" she said, as she removed her hair barrette, letting her long hair fall to her shoulder blades.
"Um... I... I don't...," I stuttered, like a little child being scolded. She walked over and sat down next to me. My cock was still hard, so I placed my hands in my lap trying and hide the bulge.
"Honey," she said, while looking down at my lap. "Let's address the elephant in the room. Hmm?" I nodded my head but still couldn't make words come out of my mouth. She looked me in the eyes. "I know you were watching me last night," she said as she grabbed my hand; Entwining her fingers with mine.
My face turned red, and I started to panic. Unsure of what to say, I began pleading with her. "I'm sorry mom I...," She put her finger up to her mouth to shush me.
"Don't apologize," she said, grabbing my other hand with hers, "You can't help who you are attracted too. I just wish you would have been honest with me instead of spying on me." She laid her head on my shoulder before continuing, "I want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you."
Hearing her say that lifted a huge weight from my shoulders. "Thanks mom. I love you too," I said, as my body began to relax.
