LMD Part 4: What have you done...

What the hell happened? You thought to yourself, overwhelmed by post-nut clarity.

Not two hours before, you got a footjob from Mrs. Taylor, finishing it off with a quick fap using her own used panties. And now you were sitting in the woman’s son’s room, watching him play a video game over his shoulders. It seemed as if nothing had happened, as if everything that had happened so far was as natural as any other day. However, just because your friend was none the wiser didn’t mean that guilt wasn’t poking on your brain like a needle.

You had just blown your load into his mother’s panties, and he was sitting here telling you about the rare and powerful gear he had been able to loot across the countless hours spent on the game. And all that guilt because your horny ass couldn’t help yourself after Mrs. Taylor’s foot rubbed against your crotch for a brief moment.

But who was to say that what she had done was even intentional? For all you knew, she might have just been trying to get more comfortable in the crowded hot tub, accidentally brushing against your leg and erection. Erection caused by her oh so voluptuous tits, her creamy smooth skin and… No, wait. This was wrong in all ways possible.

If the footjob had indeed been just an accident, then the eventuality of Mrs. Taylor finding her dirty panties soaked in gallons of pent up cum would inevitably lead to you getting kicked out and losing out on the opportunity to spend summer with a hot MILF… um, with your friend. You really needed to get those horny thoughts out of your system.

However, horny thoughts be damned, there was an issue you had unthinkingly created that now needed solving. Precisely, the panties that you had used to jerk off with, the ones that you had put back in the laundry basket for anyone to find.

Excusing yourself, you rushed down the second-floor hallway, making a beeline for the bathroom, probably looking like you couldn’t hold pee any second longer.

Sighing out, you were glad to find no one, read Mrs. Taylor, inside and that the room was pretty much in the exact same state as you had left it almost two hours before. Even the laundry basket was there, standing next to an empty washing machine that waited to be filled and powered up. And so, without hesitation, you used your bare hands to go through the pile of dirty clothes that belonged to both Taylors.

Pulling out socks, underwear and even gaming sleeves of varying shades of gray, thinking they might be the pair of panties you had used, you considered what to do with them once you’d find them. Throwing them out was the first thing to come to your mind. No proof no truth, with the item nowhere to be found, there’d be no way for Mrs. Taylor to get the idea that you had jerked off using them. However, the sheer absence of the small garment could raise questions. No, it was probably safer to wash them by hand, hide them until they were dry, and leave them in a spot that would make it look like they just got lost during laundry. Genius! That was what you were gonna do… Right after you found them that is…

Where the flip are those goddamn panties? You cursed through your teeth, having gone through all of the dirty laundry twice already.

Don’t tell me Mrs. Taylor has already found them…

Leaving the bathroom felt like walking straight into an ambush. Your eyes darted from corner to corner as you walked back across the dim hallway, stepping slowly and without sound. As if to not gain the attention of a sleeping predator, ready to jump you at the slightest cue.

It was a miracle that the woman hadn’t yet confronted you about the cum-soaked panties. However, no more mistakes allowed, you had to use this miracle to run and never come back. Leave the rich doorstep before you’re eaten alive by a furious mother.

With each step, you traced the door to Mrs. Taylor’s room, making sure you hadn’t been heard or seen. The silence between your footsteps let you hear barely audible sounds coming from her bedroom, indicating that she was busy with something at the moment. No matter what it was, it would make it easier not to get caught. You thought with a little relief.

However, as you closed the distance to the woman’s door, the previously unidentified sounds became more and more familiar. At first you had thought Mrs. Taylor was speaking, hopefully not on the phone with your parents. Though, now it was apparent that words were just a small part of the sounds coming from her bedroom. You couldn’t quite tell what the groans and whimpers you were hearing meant, but they reminded you more and more of porn videos that you quite regularly watched on the internet.

Standing now right in front of the door, you grew curious of what abnormality you’d find behind it. Could it be that Mrs. Taylor, a grown-up woman, was watching porn just like you would in the confines of your room back home?

The question bounced off the abstract walls of your mind, echoing and distracting yourself from your own hand reaching forward for the door. And only when it made contact with the wooden board did the question quiet down, making place for a million others. Some of which just happened to be When will my horniness finally lead to my downfall? Why was the door unlocked? And Is Mrs. Taylor really watching porn?

With the door ajar, the moans became even clearer than before. And when you peeked through the gap, you realized that they weren’t coming from her laptop, TV or even phone, but from her own mouth!

“Hnng, haa, ah.” Mrs. Taylor’s grunts were like music to your young depraved ears.

You watched her touch herself in her dark bedroom, only lit by a nightstand lamp, making the woman’s body the center focus of your attention. It seemed like she had changed into a silky nightie after getting out of the hot tub. And the soft material only left her upper body covered, with her bare legs spread apart on the bed and her hand inside a pair of sheer panties.

While touching her cunt with one hand, Mrs. Taylor bit on the index finger of the other. The view made it seem like she was trying to use the finger as some sort of gag. Though, with little success, as her pants and groans easily escaped her lips and ended up inside your curious earlobes.

The sight of a females masturbating had so far only been seen by you on the screens of your electronic devices. But now you were the witness of a real show, and the person doing it was no other than your friend’s mother.

The woman had been the center of your thoughts for the last couple of hours that you had spent at the residence. At first allured by her gorgeous looks to finally having received a brief footjob. To say that she was on your mind would be an understatement. And the fact that with everything that had happened that day, you were also granted the sight of her touching herself made you feel like this was all just one big dream. Perhaps, you fell asleep on the pool foam float and Freddie was gonna wake you up with a splash of water any moment now.

“Ngh, yes, Jonathan…” The sudden words coming from Mrs. Taylor’s mouth quickly stopped your train of thought.

Did she just say my name while masturbating? You asked yourself in disbelief.

The question prompted you to look her body up and down again, and this time you noticed something that had previously slipped your perverted gaze. In the hand she had bitten on just a moment ago she held a crumpled gray material. Her finger was no longer stuck between her jaw, and instead what seemed to be the panties you had used to jerk off were shoved into her face.

“Ah, why can’t I stop myself?” She mumbled out between moans caused by her other fingers moving in and out of her cunt. “I need you, mhh, Jonathan…”

What the fuck? The question lingered in your mind, as you continued watching the mother of your friend masturbate to the smell of your cum.