Photographs to tide you over

You stay in your room for the rest of the night, which is not too long, since you have already slept through most of the evening. About an hour after your high risk run from bedroom to bedroom, your mother comes downstairs to change the laundry. The door to your room is closed, but you can tell by the way she steps down the stairs. Your sister practically flies down stairs, taking two or three or sometimes four at a time, while your mother moves down stairs one at a time, very methodically. You are about to open the door to come out and talk to her, and maybe sneak in a little more action, when there is a knock on your door, and your mother announces in a clear voice, "I'm leaving your laundry outside your door." You then hear her footsteps climbing up the stairs again.

You open the door and bring in the basket of laundry. Underneath the folded t-shirt on top, there is a pair of panties, and an evelope. You open the envelope, and in it is a small post-it note that says simply, "We should wait until your sister's next soccer game. Anything more might arouse suspicion." You scowl, but admit in reflection that your cock is a little sore from all the use it has gotten today, and that it could use a good rest. Also in the envelope is a set of Polaroids. The first is of your mother wearing the nurse outfit, unbuttoned, with one hand holding the stethoscope to her exposed tits and her other hand between her legs. You can see that it was taken before she approached you in the outfit. The next is also of her in the nurse outfit, but this time her legs are spread, and glistening with juices. The third is of her, again naked, in her master bathroom, using a set of mirrors to carefully apply lipstick to her lower back, having only gotten as far as "fuck my." The next is of her on all fours on her bed, a replication of the image that you saw when you entered her bedroom after school. The last is taken somewhere else in the house, seemingly in the kitchen; again it is a picture of her on all fours, her ass in prominent display, but this time the asshole is slightly open, and you can make out a pool of pearly white cum inside, and the lipstick writing on her back is smeared from lines of sweat.

Looking at the photos, you can hardly help yourself from wrapping the panties around your cock, and jerking off into them. Your cock is so sore that it takes you a while, but glancing down at the pictures your mother took of herself, you are able to work up another nice orgasm, and to dampen the panties with a water, reduced load of cum. Finally truly exhausted, you pull out your shoebox, put in the panties and the pictures, shove the shoebox under the bed and fall almost instantly to sleep.

The next few days pass slowly. You and your sister head to school together, and thus if you are at home, she is at home as well. You receive no visits from your mother, or any more photographic presents. After waiting a full day without touching yourself, you begin to get the urge again, and with the use of the photos that you do have, you squeeze several loads of cum into your mother's panties. Your sister's soccer games are a week apart, and as the next one approaches, you find yourself growing more and more excited. You stop masturbating, saving yourself for the next, impending contact with your mother.