Tom spies on his 'mother'

Tom needed to see the rest of the house to try to understand what was happening. He stuffed everything back in the drawer, opened his bedroom door and walked into the hall. He continued through the family room and, hearing movement in the kitchen, walked in to see a woman preparing a meal.

At first he thought she was Tina. From behind it looked exactly like her. But when the woman turned, noticing his entrance, he realized she was a younger, improved version of Sarah!

"Oh hey Tom," she said with a smile.

"I didn't realize you were already home. I thought I was alone in the house, but you're timing is perfect," she told Tom. "I wanted to get dinner going so I started on it first thing when I got home. It's going to take awhile to cook so I'd like to shower and change out of my work clothes. Would you mind keeping an eye on the stove? It should be fine, but I don't want the pot to boil over."

Tom was still trying to process what exactly his wish had done. Without thinking he automatically answered "Sure Mom, it's not a problem."

"Thanks, Tom." Sarah walked by, pausing to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Oh, and if you would, give it stir every now and then until I get back. Thanks again!"

Unable to help himself, Tom trailed a bit behind her as she left. His eyes were glued to the way her fitted grey slacks perfectly accentuated the curves of her incredible ass as she walked down the hall and then up the stairs. He glanced back at the stove to double check all was good. He crept down the hall listening for the sound of Sarah entering the bedroom. Once he heard her door close, he silently went up the stairs and went to her door.

He was breathing heavily in anticipation. He was overcome by the sudden need to watch her. And he had the strong feeling that he had done something like this many, many times before.

He heard the shower turn on. Then, after waiting another couple of minutes, he carefully opened the door and slipped inside the room. Sarah was humming as she washed herself in the shower. Creeping to the bathroom, he peaked around the door to watch her. The glass of the shower was already steamed up, but he could see the shape of her body well enough. He watched until it looked as if she were finishing up, and then retreated to the bedroom closet. It was a well-rehearsed routine. He had done this too many times to count. As always his mother had laid her clothes out on the bed before getting in the shower, so the closet would be a safe spot to watch her dress.

As he usually did, he grabbed the white cotton panties she had taken off and tossed in the laundry hamper. He inhaled her scent , unzipped his jean, and pulled out his cock. He wrapped her panties around his cock and started to stroke himself slowly. Memories of the first time he did this as an adolescent trickled through his mind. Over the years since he had gone through periods where he stopped, either for fear of being caught or enough guilt to make him give up his behavior. But it never lasted, and he soon found himself back here.

The process was ingrained by now. He knew how to time things perfectly. How to keep quiet and unseen. How to clean up afterwards to leave no trace.

When his mom came out of the bathroom, he had to restrain himself from speeding up. He wanted it to last so he could watch her dress.

She dropped the towel she had wrapped around herself. She picked up her panties from the bed, slipping them one over each leg. Tom's pace quickened. It wouldn't be long now.

She picked up her bra. It was plain, made comfortable for normal woman of her age. But to Tom it was like watching a porn star. He was on the edge of eruption. "Mom!" he gasped quietly, speeding up as she checked herself in the full length mirror. She picked up a pair of earrings, accidentally dropping one on the floor. He imagined running his hands over her body, lingering on her waist and hips. As she leaned down to pick up her earring, he couldn't help picture yanking down her panties from behind and pushing himself into her.

That took him over his limit. He erupted, spurting into the panties. At the same time a cold realization came over him. What the hell was he doing? Why was he creeping on Sarah like a crazed stalker?

The **** of his orgasm made him jump forward slightly, and the disorientation from his confusion threw him off balance. The closet door came fully open as he stumbled forward, falling on his knees.

Sarah jerked around. Her mouth fell open in shock as her eyes took in the scene of her son with his dick in his hand, her panties wrapped around it and leaking cum. She glanced back at the closet and he could see the realization sink in.

"Tom !?!" she shouted.