Later that night, when my mom got home from work, it occurred to me I hadn't spoken with or seen her since I spied on her the night before. And I couldn't count how many times I had cum since then. At dinner my mom said that she was having some people over from work on Friday night. If we wanted to stay at friends houses it was alright (it was always alright - we were good sons). But if we stayed we should stay in our rooms. Now - my mother was the bookkeeper at an all male company. So, unless they were bringing wives and GF's, it was going to be a sausage fest. No problem, I used to spend a lot of time reading in my room and my little brother was almost always hanging out at one of his friends' house.
The thing was, and it was going to be a problem, I knew what was going to happen on Friday night and my dick was hard as hell. Unfortunately, I had been playing basketball and was wearing shorts and I would not have been able to hide my hardon and it was not going to go away of its own accord. Here is why: In the first letter I had read the night before, my father mentioned how happy he was they had "invested" in a "Polaroid Land Camera" (they were kind of expensive) since he didn't work with guys that could develop film for him anymore. He asked my mother if she would send some new nude pics, and if she could arrange it, even some "action shots" with another guy.
I finished dinner and managed to keep my uncontrollable shaking to a minimum. But this was burning into my psyche in a way only hotwife lovers and cuckolds understand. I had no idea what might happen, if anything, or what I might see, if anything, but my mind was racing and my cock was throbbing. I was soaking through my jockstrap and shorts with pre-cum. I did manage to get away and to the shower without being noticed. I took off my cum-soaked jockstrap and gym shorts and threw them in the hamper. I showered, warm shower, and jacked off. But even as I was drying off, my dick was hard. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to my bedroom hoping to hide my uncontrollable hardon.
Eventually I was able to change into pajamas and re-join the family watching TV. Then, to my horror, my mother said that if we had any dirty clothes in our bedrooms to bring them out, she was going to do laundry. Fuck, it was the first time it ever occurred to me that she would see my cum-stains anywhere I left them. My mind was racing and I rationalized that dried cumstains might not get noticed but my jockstrap was soaked, and my gym shorts had a noticeable stain on them. I figured I would take my wet towel and wrap it around my cum-soaked jockstrap. I got the towel and went to put it in the hamper but my mother had already taken the hamper, with my cum-stained jockstrap on top of pile, to our garage where the washer and dryer were. OK, here it gets a little weird.
I sort of froze, didn't know what I was going to do. Despite anything I had thought I knew, we were still acting under the pre-tense that I was perfectly naive and so was my mother. I figured I would just take my wet towel to the garage and maybe get lucky, like maybe she hadn't started sorting yet, and wrap it around my soaked jockstrap and wet gym shorts. When I stepped into the garage I got the second most erotic eyeful of my life associated with the garage - my mother had my jockstrap in her hand and was holding it to her face. With one hand touching her crotch, outside her pants, her other hand held the jockstrap to her nose as she inhaled, eyes closed. She then darted her tongue out to taste the cum and then, tossed the jockstrap into the washer. I really did not know what to make of that display but, once again, my dick was rock hard and all I had on was pajamas. I went back into my bedroom and jacked off into the towel. Took less than 30 seconds. I then took the towel out to my mother and went back to watching TV. Both of us acting like nothing had happened.
More to follow. I'll jump to the following Friday night.