I knew my mother’s husband was out of town frequently, but I wasn’t aware of the toll it was taking on her until a few days ago. I had just returned from my first semester at college and was up earlier than usual for a run with a friend. Usually, I sleep till almost ten. I went into my mother’s room to let her know I was leaving. She wasn’t there, but I could hear the water running and the growl of the jets in the large bathtub/spa. The door to the bathroom was open, so I assumed she was not yet in the tub.
Well, apparently she had forgotten I was home because as soon as I looked in, I could see her with her legs draped out of the tub, using a whirlpool jet to pleasure herself. I had arrived just in time. Her face flushed and grimacing, she began to shout out with pleasure. I felt self-conscious for being there, but the beauty of her full breasts peeking over the side of the tub and the intensity of her climax kept me transfixed. As her shouting subsided into moans, I drew back and retreated to my own bathroom. I couldn’t wait to match her pleasure with my own. Having had the presence of mind to grab a pair of her panties from the laundry hamper in her room, I dropped my running shorts around my ankles, wrapped her satin panties around my dick and began pumping my fist. My dick lengthened with passion as I felt the slick material slide against my skin. Frustrated for a moment, I kicked off the shorts and placed my leg up on the edge of the tub. Sure enough, when my climax came, my raised leg amplified the feeling as the spasms erupted from the back of my thigh, through my balls, spouting into my Mom’s panties. As the spasms kept coming, I cupped her panties around the end of my dick, capturing all of my seed in the material. When I finished, I wondered whether she would notice her panties in MY hamper and a little worse for wear. Late for my run, I cleaned up and left.