Chapter 12: Panty Shipments, Video Addiction & The Next Level

Monday mornings had become a ritual of delicious torment. I woke before the alarm, slipped into the black lace pair Alex had returned last week—still carrying the faint, dried evidence of his dorm nights—and wore them straight through my office meetings. The fabric rubbed against my swollen folds with every step down the hallway, every cross of my legs under the conference table. By lunch my arousal had soaked through, mixing with the lingering traces he’d left behind. In the single-stall bathroom I finally peeled them off, the gusset heavy and glossy. I sealed them in the padded envelope with a quick lipstick kiss on the note: Mommy’s pussy misses you every single second. The post office line felt endless, but the thrill of handing it over made my clit pulse all the way home.

Mark noticed the flush on my cheeks when I walked in. “You okay, babe? You look ... distracted.” I laughed softly, brushing his arm. “Just thinking about how Alex is settling in at college. He’s growing up so fast.” The lie slipped out easy while my thighs still clenched from the secret I’d just mailed.

That night the first video call lit up my phone at 11:47 p.m. exactly. Alex’s face filled the screen, hoodie on, dorm light low. “Show me what you’re wearing, Mommy.” I propped the phone between my spread thighs and slid the thick suction dildo he’d mailed me onto the headboard mirror. “Slow at first,” he directed, voice rough. “Just the tip—let me watch it stretch you.” I obeyed, sinking down inch by inch while his hand worked his cock on camera. The mirror caught every detail: my heavy breasts swaying, the toy disappearing into my slick heat, my face twisting in pleasure. “Faster now. Circle your hips like you do when I’m inside you.” I rode harder, the wet sounds filling my bedroom. When I came I scooped the gush of my release onto two fingers and licked them clean for him, eyes locked on the screen. He followed seconds later, painting his own stomach while groaning my name.