"Mom, school was cancelled today."
The words echoed around in my still-sleeping head. My daughter, Noel, had already closed my bedroom door before I had a chance at any follow-up questions. I laid there in bed, getting woken up and letting my hands absently-mindedly rub my pussy through my pajama pants. I think I always wake up horny.
From outside, I could hear a vicious gust of wind blow against the side of the house. My head cleared and my hands stopped their busy work. The blizzard. It must be just as bad as predicted.
I got out of bed and looked out the window. Snow. Snow everywhere and covering everything and being driven by the wind so hard it looked like it was coming down sideways. Even for the Chicagoland area, this was severe.
I put a flannel robe over my tight little belly shirt and damp-in-front pajama pants and went downstairs. Noel was in the living room, with the TV turned to WGN.
"See, mom, no school" she said, pointing at the school closings scrolling across the bottom of the screen. Sure enough, Grayslake's schools, all of them, closed. It was just as well. Outside the window, all I could see was white. I walked to the window and looked out. Even my Range Rover was halfway buried.
"Did you tell your brother?" I asked her
"Yeah, but I don't know if he heard me."
I walked back upstairs and lightly knocked on Eric's door. No answer, so I opened the door slightly and stuck my head in. There was my son, Eric, sleeping, covers kicked off, his right hand down his sweatpants. Must be a habit that runs in the family, I thought and laughed to myself.
He opened his eyes slightly. "No school today." I told him. He sleepily nodded and turned on his side, facing me. He took his hand out of his sweatpants, and I could see he had morning wood. Looks bigger than his father, I thought. "We are going to talk later." I said as I closed the door and walked to my bedroom.
Guess now would be a good time to tell you who I am. My name is Brenda. White, female, divorced, 42 years old, 5'9, 135 toned pounds, little A cups, shoulder length natural blonde hair. Two kids: Noel, my daughter, and her 18 year old brother Eric. One asshole ex-husband who cheated on me, but I'm glad in a way. That's what inspired me to starting working out, lose 50 pounds, train for and complete my first triathlon, and what led me to find out what I slut I could be.
Sound weird? Not really. Until the divorce, I was always the ugly duckling, always overweight, always shy, always unconfident, always boring in and out of bed. I suppose I can't really blame my asshole ex for cheating.
After the divorce, I got into shape, got confident, got my pussy shaved bare, got on dating sites and Tinder and started hooking up. A lot. I was humping and dumping them. I was the user. It felt great to be in charge, in control. Until I got one too many creepers stalking me and decided to take a break. I had a great job as the vice president of the credit cards department for a credit union. I had to present a conservative image and could not afford to have any pics or videos or weirdoes popping up.
That's one of the reasons I was home today. Taking a break before the New Year. Finding myself. Sleeping late, staying in bed, trying out several new vibrators and dildos while the kids were at school. At least, that had been the plan. Today was Thursday, day four of my alleged five day vacation. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday had been non-stop, so-sorry-to-call-you-on-your-vacation-but-the-sky-is- falling calls from work. I had planned on spending today playing with myself and watching some porn, but the blizzard just had to hit today, and the way it was coming down, the kids would probably be home tomorrow, too.
There was a knock on my bedroom door.
"Come in, Eric"
Eric came in, still looking a bit sleepy, still with a bit of morning wood. He sat on my bed.
"Okay, let's get the talk over with" he grunted.
The talk. You see, last night, I caught my son masturbating. Jacking off. Whacking off, whatever you want to call it, he was doing it. This is fine, normal, and healthy. However, he was using my used panties to jack off, and I think that warrants a discussion.
I had gotten up around 2 am to piss and when I went out into the hallway to go to the bathroom, I noticed Eric's TV was still on, the light coming from under the door. Half asleep and without thinking, I opened his bedroom door to go in and turn off his TV when I saw him, lying totally nude in bed, my zebra print thong that was supposed to be in my laundry hamper wrapped around his cock, stroking away. He quickly, very quickly, dove under his covers. I didn't say a word, I just closed the door, went piss, and went back to bed, after checking my hamper, wondering, hoping that it wasn't my zebra print thong. Nope, mine was missing.
"Okay" I said, not really sure how to broach the subject. I grew up with two sisters. Before I started hooking up, my asshole ex-husband was the only guy I had been with, so I knew next to nothing about teenage boys. "Now, about last night. It's not what you were doing that I'm concerned about, it's what you were using. "
Eric didn't say anything. I knew he was embarrassed. "Honey, come here" I said, and pulled him close. "Talk to me." Trying to break the ice, I said "They are sexy panties, aren't they?" and laughed.
"Yeah, they are" he laughed.
"Does Cassie wear little thongs like that?" I asked
His face turned to stone, then to sad.
"Mom...Cassie and I have been broken up for months.
" Then he added "I never even found out what kind of panties she wears. I'm probably the only guy at school that doesn't know." He let out a half laugh/half sigh.
It hit me then that I had been too self-absorbed the past few months, if not the past few years. The divorce, the weight loss, the triathlon training, the hook-ups, the job responsibilities. It was overwhelming and I hadn't realized how much my son had become a stranger.
"So you can Cassie never..." I trailed off, not being able to say it.
"No, in fact I've never..." His turn to trail off.
OK, 18 year old virgin. Not a big deal. I was a 23 year old virgin. I was surprised. Eric had been on the wrestling team for a few years before giving up on it. He never made varsity, but he loved it. However at 5'10, and wrestling at 130 pounds, he was small. When he quit wrestling, he had taken up lifting weights, powerlifting, to try to beef up. From what I saw briefly last night, he was succeeding. He wasn't like a bodybuilder, but definitely muscular. I'm surprised girls weren't all over him. Too shy? Too nice guy? Should I pry?
We talked and we talked, and talked some more. He was leaving for college eight months and still hadn't decided on a major. Yes, maybe he was too nice guy. No, he wasn't too scrawny. Yes, college will be great.
He got up to leave my bedroom. "Hey, wait a minute, mister. " I said "Remember why we were having a talk?"
He smiled, embarrassed "Yeah."
I asked him, in all seriousness "Do you do that with your sister's panties, too?"
"Mom, no!" he blurted, then calmed down "No, just...yours. Hers aren't ...sexy"
