A second non-accident

You hurry back downstairs, and descend even further, into the basement, to your room. If this madness is as widespread as you think it is, your mother will have planted a pair of her panties somewhere in your clean laundry. You open your dresser drawers, and rummage through the clothes she just put in them. Sure enough, between two pairs of well folded boxers, is a clumped up little panty. You pull it out and stretch it out, seeing that it is actually a little red cotton g-string from Victoria's Secret. It feels very soft in your hand, and you can't resist the thought of masturbating with it. You pull your cock back out, wrap the panties around it, and start to masturbate. Between the soft texture of your mother's panties, and the recent memory of her bare ass in the shower with water streaming down it, you quickly coax out another load of cum, this time, though, filling up the panties with it instead of a condom. You sigh, put the panties back in your dresser drawer, and lay down on the bed.

You eventually come upstairs for dinner. Your mother has prepared a small dinner for you and your father; your sister is still at sports practice. You eat quietly, trying not to look too often at your mother, afraid you will stare, or somehow some other way betray your newfound attraction towards her. Your mother and your father converse about their respective days. Once you are finished, you excuse yourself from the table, and go out to hang out with some friends.

You come back around 10, and find your mother and father watching TV in the living room. You say hi, and they distractly say hi back, still watching the television. You wander downstairs to your room.