“I’ve left dinner for you in the microwave,” Jen smiled as she leaned in to give her son a peck on his cheek.
“You know I can manage on my own Mom.” Dan smiled. “I do the cooking at Uni and have survived just fine!”
“I know sweetie.” Jen patted his face lightly. “It’s just that a mother loves to look after her son. Now, I’ll try not to be late. I hate having to go out like this but I need to update some figures for the marketing proposal tomorrow.”
“Ah! Don’t bore me with your work Mom, I understand… just go. Go and finish what you have to do. I’ll be fine.”
Dan walked his mother to the car and watched her drive away. Susan glanced into the rear view mirror and smiled as her son waved at her. She raised her hand out of the window as she sped off.
Dan was 20, and in second year of University, doing a course in Industrial Design in the state up north. His parents had divorced two years ago and his father had moved to Asia. His mother lived alone in a small town house and Dan was on his semester break.
Dan always wondered why his parents had divorced. His mother was 21 when she had married Jonathon Feston, himself all of 23 years, and Dan had been born just over a year later. They had both seemed like such a loving couple and it certainly wasn’t because his mother had ‘lost’ any of her beauty. Heck, at 41, Susan Feston nee Carter could pass off as a sprightly 30 year old. Rumour had it that his father had shacked up with a little Asian beauty in his frequent travels. His mother wasn’t the kind to belittle or say nasty things about his father and all she ever said was “sometimes there are things that you just can’t control.” So Dan never really found out.
As soon as the car disappeared over the crescent of the hill, Dan darted back into the house and ran upstairs. He stood waiting at the window for a little while, checking to make sure his mother hadn’t forgotten something and had to return. When enough time had passed, he made his way into his mother’s room and headed straight for her laundry basket.
Rummaging in her dirty laundry, he found what he was looking for. He fished out two pairs of soiled panties — one beige cotton highcuts and another black with lace trim. The black panties had smudges of white crust at the crotch area. Dan’s cock was rigid with lust as he held his mother’s panties in his hand and brought it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, taking in her strong womanly scent. “Ohhh.. Mother…..” he moaned as he pressed the skimpy material to his nose.
He jerked his cock into the white panties while sniffing his mother’s scent. His mind filled with lewd images as he imagined his mother in various stages of undress. He jerked harder and as he felt himself about to erupt, he sucked on the white, crusty bits coating the crotch of his mother’s panties. “Unnhh…Mommm,,,” he moaned as his cock spit and throbbed its load into his mothers panties.
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