Chapter 1

I woke up a little late on Saturday. I had a bit of a hangover from the night before. I’d been up late with a bottle of dry rose’, well maybe two bottles. I had gotten into another in an endless series of arguments with my ex-husband over the phone earlier in the day that had left me feeling angry, and I took it out on my wine glass.

I slipped out of bed, hair a mess, pulled on an old t-shirt and found the little black, thong panties from the night before laying in a pile on the floor. I vaguely remembered stripping on my way to bed, but it was a little fuzzy. I walked over and picked them up, debating on putting them on or getting a clean pair. I decided they weren’t that dirty and anyway, I need to take a shower soon. So, I stepped into one leg hole, then the other and pulled them up.

Something icy hit my pussy, and I nearly jumped, slipping them back down suddenly.

“What the hell?” I thought, “They’re wet!”

I slipped them off and looked carefully at the crotch, while I wiped at my pussy with my other hand. Both were damp, and it wasn’t from me. I stared with my mouth open a little, trying to figure out why. Did I pee myself? Was it possible I was that drunk?

I wiped the moisture off and raised my fingers to my nose to sniff them. “That’s not pee,” I mumbled as what it was it hit me with a cold shock of realization.

“Oh my god!” I whispered out loud. It was sperm.

Why was there sperm in my panties? I know I didn’t have sex last night. I was not that drunk. That, plus there wasn’t a man anywhere near me unless someone snuck in.

Suddenly, I got scared. Did I have an intruder? Had someone broken in and done something to me?

I looked around the bed then walked out to the family room. My son, a senior in high school, was sitting on the floor playing video games with an empty bowl and a box of Fruity Pebbles laying spilled next to it. He glanced up when I walked in and stared at me. It was then I realized I wasn’t wearing any panties and he was looking right at my shaved pussy. I quickly stepped behind the couch. He was blushing, but I was sure I was blushing more.

He turned back to his game, ignoring me. I went to the front door and checked that it was still locked. I walked around to the back door, and it was too. As I was checking the windows, he started watching me again, and I was too concerned to worry that I was on display.

“Everything ok, Mom?” he asked, staring at my ass.

I stepped behind the couch again. “I’m not sure,” I began, with a nervous look on my face, “did you notice anything missing or out of place this morning?”

“No,” he answered, lowering his controller and giving me a puzzled stare, “What’s wrong?”

I raised the panties and looked at them again. I could still see the sticky cum in the center of the crotch part. My son saw what I had in my hand, and his eyes got huge, he blushed even redder and quickly turned back to the video game.

“Michael,” I called him by his full first name instead of the normal Mike or Mikey that I used most of the time, “were you in my room this morning while I was sleeping?”

“Huh?” came the response, and he didn’t turn to look at me.

“Were you in my room this morning?” I asked again.

He hesitated before answering, “Yes, ma’am. I went in to see if you would fix me breakfast but you were asleep. I covered you up.”

I watched the back of his head as he suddenly seemed to be so engrossed in his game. “Is that all?” I asked, idly rubbing the cum with my thumb.

He sat unmovingly and spoke almost timidly. “Yeah. That’s all.”

I realized as I stood there from where the sperm had come. My son had walked into my bedroom, found me naked on top of my bed, with my panties laying on the floor nearby. He became so aroused by the sight that he had picked up my panties and jerked off into them. Maybe that was what woke me up. He probably dropped them as he ran out.

I felt angry and somewhat violated. I had to control myself not to yell at Mike. This situation isn’t in the parenting manual they gave me when he was born. I didn’t want to embarrass him or make a big deal out of it. But, I also couldn’t let him get away with something that wrong. I thought about it for a moment but decided to hold my tongue, for now.

I let it go and went back into my bedroom, deciding to be more careful where I leave my panties. I went into the bathroom and dropped the soiled thong into the clothes hamper, then turned on the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror as the water heated up. I was a disheveled mess, but not bad for a woman my age, I thought.

I had only turned 30 a couple of years ago and wasn’t in bad shape. I worked out three days a week at the gym and ran on the other days, except Sunday. My hips were much more expansive than they were when I was younger. Having had a child, my boobs were not as perky as they once were, but my 36C breasts filled the old t-shirt out nicely. I could see the lower half of my pussy showing from under the bottom of the shirt.

Wow, he sure got an eyeful, I thought. I turned to the left and looked at my ass in the mirror. Ok, well that was a lot bigger and rounder than when I was a girl, but a lot of men would say it was a sexy bootie. I was turning a bit back and forth and looking at my ass wiggle.

“Damn,” I thought, “he saw every bit of my ass and most of my beaver, just now.”

I started to wonder, what effect my having run around out there without my panties had on him. Curiosity got the best of me, and I opened the bathroom door and looked out into my bedroom. I could have sworn I saw a shadow in the doorway move as I came out. I walked over to the family room, and sure enough, Mike was sitting back down on the floor. He pretended not to see me, but I knew he was aware of my presence.

“Hey, Mikey, “ I called out to him, “I’m going to take a shower, honey.”

Why did I announce that? I wondered

“Ok, Mom.” came the response as he pretended to concentrate on his game.

I turned and went back into the bathroom. The shower was ready, and steam had covered the glass walls of the enclosure. I opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind me. It was then that I realized I had left both the bedroom and bathroom doors wide open.

Had I done that on purpose? I thought about stepping out and closing at least the bathroom door, but then, curiosity was starting to nag at me again.

Would he attempt to peek again while I was in the shower? I didn’t feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body, but I wanted to know if he would try. For some reason, I thought it necessary to see. So, I left the door open and started to wash my hair.

I had put shampoo in my hands and was massaging it into my shoulder-length brown hair, working it into a rich lather. I realized there was a mirror in the shower. It is the adjustable kind that is on an extendable arm that bends in different ways so that I can use it to groom my girlie bits. My ex-husband used to like to use it to shave in the steamy shower. I adjusted the mirror so that I could look into it and see the doorway of the bathroom. It was small, and the fog and water on the glass made it hard to see details. However, I should be able to see if anybody came in.