The first non-accident

You stare at your mom's legs as she walks away, and once she is up the stairs, you close your door, pull your cock back out of your pants, and fall back on to your bed. With the memory of the hot body that was just in front of you burning in your mind, it only takes a few decisive strokes before you fill the condom up with cum. Exhausted from the tense situation with your mother, you lay on the bed for a while, just thinking. You can't deny that you just had an explosive orgasm, and that the reason for it was your mother. Eventually, you get up. You pull off the condom, scrape all the cum off your dick into it, tie it off, and toss it in your garbage can. You walk upstairs, thinking that it might be nice to watch some TV before dinner.

As you walk upstairs out of the basement, you can hear a shower running. Remembering what you just read on the web forum, you go to investigate. You walk up another flight of stairs, moving slowly and carefully, so as to make no noise. As you reach the top of this flight of stairs, you can tell that the shower running is in your parent's master bathroom. The door to their bedroom is wide open, and you tip-toe in. The door to the bedroom is at one of the corners of the room, and the door to the bathroom is on an adjacent corner, so, though you can see that it, too, is wide open, you will not be able to see anything in the bathroom until you move over to the doorway. You look around the room, and see the clothes your mother was just wearing laying discarded on the bed; the shorts and shirt, as well as matching g-string panties (the outline of which you saw through her shorts) and a bra. You creep further into the room, even more careful to be totally silent.

You reach the edge of the bathroom door, and peek around it slowly and cautiously. Once your head is around the corner you can see that the door to the shower is indeed open partway, and from where you are standing you can see about half of her body (the other half is obscured by the shower door). She is facing away from you, and lathering up her hair. She apparently already lathered up her body, as there are soap suds in streaks coming down her back. He ass is just as firm as it looked to be through her shorts, and you watch in amazement as it jiggles as she washes her hair. You are wary, however, and when she turns around to rinse out her hair, you quietly duck back out of sight, even though you were about to see her tits.

As you sneak out of the room, you notice something you missed on the way in; there is a pair of your boxers on the bed, mostly covered up by your mother's clothing. You walk over to them, and quickly glance at them. Even a cursory glance is enough to determine that these are yours, and not only that, but also that they haven't been washed since you last wore them. You rearrange the pile of clothing, leaving your boxers, and get out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible.