Jayson’s Mother

Jayson’s mother silently opened the door and then there she was; how devastating it is when you are fifteen years old and someone catches you masturbating. There wasn’t much I could do, and I did even less than that. It was my own fault anyway; there was a perfectly good bathroom just off the family room that I could have used to do my dirty work, but I had opted for the Master Bathroom instead, solely for the chance to investigate the clothes hamper of my best friend’s parents with the hopes that Jayson’s mother might have discarded a pair of her panties there.

This certainly wasn’t the first time I’d found a pair of panties in that hamper that had previously been worn by Jayson’s mother, and every time that I had, I found it impossible not to masturbate with them right there on the spot. Holding the cotton crotch to my face and inhaling deeply, pulling on my hard cock fast and furiously until I shot off my load into the bowl of the toilet. It had almost become routine with me. Normally I had limited myself to the times that it was only Jayson and I in the house, but that day was a very warm summer day, and after stealing glimpses of the long tanned legs of his mother in her short yellow sundress for the first hour of my visit I just couldn’t ignore the hardness in my jeans any longer.

I’d thought I had played my cards well; I waited until Jayson got up to leave the room and then I quickly spoke, pretending to assume Jayson was on his way to the closest bathroom I said loud enough for both he and his mother to hear that I was heading for the ‘other’ bathroom and that I would be right back.