Mom calls

You stand up, still feeling like you haven't cum because of the ruined orgasm, and reach for a towel to clean the floor with. The second you finish drying the tiles from your pussy juice you hear your mom yell "Sarah, get down here now! I called you five minutes ago; if I come up there and find you with your hand down your pants again, I won't drive you!" You turn bright red at the mention of the time your mom had walked in on one of your sessions. You were late for school so she came to see if you were ready to go and found you right as you started to orgasm. You push that thought away, reminding yourself that you can't change the past. You slip your shirt back on quickly and run of the bathroom, you know your mom will follow through, so you don't even change out of the pussy stained pants and panties. You figure you're mom won't notice and you can change after you talk to her. You jog into the kitchen and your mom turns and wrinkles her nose. "You smell, you should shower when you get on the campgrounds. Everything's in the car and we're late, let's go." "I have to run to my room real quick, you can wait in the car." You respond when you realize she's probably smelling your girl cum soaked pants. "No, you take too long and you're dressed, just go." She's pissed at you and you know she won't budge. You remember that you packed some clothes in the backpack; maybe there's a bathroom on the bus. You slip on some flip flops and slosh your way to the car, occasionally literally dripping.