Karen Miller was putting away folded laundry when she made the first of several startling discoveries that would change her life.
She had had an unusually busy week, so the laundry had gotten backed up quite a bit, and she had an extra big stack of her son's underwear. As she was trying to make room in his drawer for the clean, folded boxers, she came across something she was not supposed to find buried in the bottom of the drawer.
It was a pair of women's panties that had been wadded up and stuffed in the drawer. Karen was so surprised to find them that it took her a few seconds to absorb some critical information about them.
For one, they weren't just any panties, but a pair of black satin bikinis. For another, they weren't just any woman's panties, they were hers, a pair that had gone missing several months ago. And finally, she noticed that the panties were stiff and crusty, completely covered with what she knew was dried semen.
Karen felt her knees go weak and she had to grab the dresser for support as the impact of her discovery hit home. It meant that her son, her shy, sweet, sensitive baby, was masturbating, and using her underwear as a prop.
Suddenly, from nowhere, she got a hot flash and she felt herself get wet between her legs at the mental image of Ray stroking himself and shooting his hot cream on her panties. The very thought shocked her, and she buried her face in a hand as she struggled to compose herself. For Ray was also sexy, as some of her friends had often noted. Indeed, it was a fact that she had noticed as well. But this was different. Now she had proof that her son had a deep carnal nature that was struggling to come into the open.
It all added up to one thing, Karen thought ruefully. It could only mean that Ray was just like her: shy and sweet on the outside, but hot and nasty on the inside.
Unsure of what to do, she quickly replaced the panties in the drawer, and with trembling hands shut it and walked swiftly out of her son's room. I must be going crazy, she thought. I can't be thinking about ... that. She sat at the kitchen table in their small house, poured herself a glass of juice and sat to think.
As she did, her mind wandered back to how she and Ray had arrived at this juncture.
Karen had grown up the youngest - and only daughter - of three children. Her father was a claims adjuster for a major insurance company and her mother was a housewife. Being responsible for a fairly large territory, her father had spent much of his time on the road, giving him ample opportunity to sample the wares of women in a number of towns. Her dad had a highly sexual nature and an easy, garrulous way with people. Her mom, on the other hand, was quiet and somewhat frigid. As long as he kept his affairs in other towns, she tolerated her father's running around, but when he took up with a barmaid in their small town, her mother left her father and took Karen with her to another town, where she got a low-income job as a secretary. Karen had been 13 when this happened, and it had been fairly traumatic.
It became quickly apparent that Karen inherited the most dominant features from each of her parents. Form her mother, she inherited her size, a high intellegence, strong survival instincts and a quiet, introspective personality. From her father, she inherited her looks and a bottomless sexual hunger. It was a difficult combination to have. She was just slightly over five feet tall and slim, with a perfectly-proportioned butt and small, tea-cup sized breasts. And she was drop-dead gorgeous, with a pretty, open face, raven black hair, fair skin and dazzling blue eyes the color of a clear sky on a mountain morning.
It didn't take the boys at her new high school long to notice the pretty brunette, but for a long time, she held them off, hiding behind her shy nature. Eventually, she loosened up, and gave up her virginity early in her junior year. For the next year or so, she dated pretty regularly, and most of her boyfriends got what they wanted from her. She had always had an active imagination, and once she got started, she was game for most anything when it came to sex.
Because her mother was a staunch Catholic, the idea of Karen using contraceptives was out of the question. For awhile, Karen was able to play Catholic Roulette, timing her cycle so that she avoided sex when she was fertile. Or rather, she avoided letting her boyfriends in her pussy at those times. She quickly learned how to give head and wasn't averse to letting a guy have her succulent butt if a blowjob wasn't enough.
But when she started going with Donnie Miller during her senior year of high school, that changed. Donnie was a sophomore at the local college, and he was considered quite a catch. His father was on the town council, and was rumored to have higher political aspirations, and his mother came from one of the town's wealthiest families.
Donnie hadn't wanted to play Catholic Roulette when Karen was fertile, and he paid the price, for a couple of weeks before her high school graduation, Karen came up pregnant. The Millers wanted Karen to quietly have an abortion, but neither she nor her mother would hear of it. Moreover, Karen's angry mother insisted that Donnie marry her daughter, or else she would create a tremendousscandal. Her mom may have been quiet, but there were depths to her that no one in that town had seen up to that point.
Nevertheless, it was a doomed marriage. Karen resented that her college dreams had been shattered, and Donnie's parents made no attempt to hide their disdain for her, considering her a low-life tramp from the other side of the tracks who had trapped their precious son into marriage. And that disdain extended to her son as well. Karen's mother - and her father - gave him all the love they could, but the Millers were indifferent to the boy.
After Ray came along, Karen went to work at Wal-Mart while Donnie finished his banking degree. Even then, she suspected he was cheating on her, but could never prove it. After he graduated from college and started with a local bank, Karen found a job as a secretary for a local lawyer.
For seven years, she stayed married to Donnie, and the whole time, she knew he was cheating, but he was too clever to be caught. Yet when she finally succumbed to the persistent advances of her boss, it took less than a month for Donnie to find out. Karen always suspected that it was a set-up, but she found it impossible to fight the money and influence that the Millers had aligned against her.
Defeated, Karen made a deal with her husband. She would waive any alimony claims in return for full custody of Ray and minimal child support. Donnie had never wanted the child to begin with, and had done his best to make the boy's life miserable. He had never physically abused his son, or her, but his verbal abuse had been a constant drain on their self-esteem.
As it happened, child support was grudging at best, and after six years of constantly fighting about it, Karen simply wearied of the battle. By that time, she had moved to the nearest large city, the better to fade into the crowd. She had found work as a secretary for a medium-sized corporation, a job she had been recommended for by her former employer, who was perhaps feeling guilty about his role in her downfall. She had bought a small house in a quiet neighborhod, and had settled down with her son.
Feeling betrayed by her body, which had finally yielded to her instincts, Karen initially swore off sex, but after a year or so, she found she missed it, badly. Sometimes, she would accept dates, but refused to get involved in anything serious. And when she went a fairly long period without sex, she sometimes went out looking for it. That ended abruptly, though, when Ray was about 11, when she brought home a guy she'd met at a bar. They were into it hot and heavy on the couch when Ray stumbled out of his bedroom to get a glass of water. Karen would never forget the hurt look on her son's face when he saw what was going on.
After that, Karen swore off alcohol and sex, and dedicated herself to her son. He was a quiet, studious boy whose only passion was long-distance running. That was a pursuit that Karen encouraged, to the point where they took their runs together. As Ray matured into a young man, they became a familiar sight in their neighborhood almost every morning, running quite briskly.
Ray had graduated from high school with honors and had decided to attend a college nearby, so he could live at home and save on the cost of a dorm. He was 19 now, heading into his sophomore year, and was working at a bookstore in a nearby mall. He had grown to be a slender young man of average height, with looks that favored Karen's mother, complete with her curly, sandy blond hair. However, he had inherited Karen's eyes, deep soulful blue eyes that hinted at unfathomable depths. He had had a few girlfriends, but none that were serious, and Karen had a suspicion that her son was still a virgin.
As she sat at the table contemplating what she had found, that thought gave her a strange thrill, and she had to shake her head vigorously to rid it of the haunting, delicious images that were swirling around in there. She had gone over eight years without sex, at least sex with another person, and maybe it was starting to get to her. Although she was now celibate, she still had the same deep sexual nature she'd always had, and she made liberal use of her imagination, and the few toys she'd managed to acquire to help her when she masturbated.
