Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This was inspired by one of my nifty new friends. Hope you enjoy! Henry staggered into the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal, still irritated about being awake so early. It was Spring Break and he was supposed to be sleeping until noon and kicking back, not waking up at seven in the damn morning. He sat down at the table when he heard the shower go on down the hall. He glanced over at the clock on the microwave and frowned. Who was still here? Mom and Dad were both supposed to both be on their way to work by now. He shrugged it off and went back to eating. He finished his quick breakfast and decided to go see who was online. Maybe he could catch a ride with someone to the lake. He couldn't wait until he turned sixteen next year and he wouldn't have to bum rides anymore. He stepped into the hall when the door to the bathroom opened and any thoughts of cars or lakes went right out of his head. His mother ran out of the bathroom and into his parent's bedroom saying, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She ran through the hall bare naked. The sight of her naked body made Henry's heart skip a beat in his chest. He looked towards her room and saw, in her hurry, she hadn't closed the door. Henry crept down the hall towards her door, his guilt rising with each step. He shouldn't be doing this! She was his mother, he shouldn't be trying to see her naked like this. Even with these thoughts running through his head, he still walked forward. He got to the corner of the door and peeked in at her. She was standing at the closet, yanking hangers back and forth looking for something. Henry's eyes traveled along the smooth skin of his mother's bare back. He stared at the firm round globes of her ass. He watched as a drop of water from her still wet hair slid down her back and into the crease of her ass. His hand traveled down to the large bugle in the front of his shorts and rubbed as he looked at her. She had shapely well muscled legs from running three times a week and her Pilates class. He took in every inch of her as he rubbed his hard cock through his shorts. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop himself of look away. His mother pulled a shirt off of the hanger and it promptly slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. "Goddamit!" She growled and bent over to get it. Henry's cock jumped under his hand as his mother bent over. Her round ass cheeks spread and he could see a tantalizing glimpse of her ass before she stood and turned around. Henry ducked around the corner, his heart racing a mile a minute. He stood there, holding his breath, praying she hadn't seen him. When she didn't call out he risked a quick glance into her room. She'd gone over to the dresser to get her underwear out of it and, while her back was still facing him, her front was facing the mirror above the dresser. Henry's eyes widened as he took in his mother's body. Her plump breasts jutted out in front of her, still firm and perky thanks to her exercising. Henry could see a drop of water perched on the edge of her hard nipple. His eyes slid down her stomach and to the small patch of hair covering her pussy. The sight of that curly blond pubic hair made his hand rub furiously at his cock and sent him over the edge. He ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He yanked his shorts and underwear down and took his hard cock in his hand. He stroked it hard and fast, thoughts of his mother's naked body dancing through his head. He gasped as he came, his cock shooting load after load of cum, his body shaking and tingling from the power of his orgasm. He stood in the bathroom for a few minutes trying to catch his breath and slow his racing heart. When he was sure he was a little more under control, he flushed the toilet and pulled up his shorts. He left the bathroom and headed back towards the kitchen. He glanced in his parent's room but his mother was nowhere to be seen. He found her in the kitchen grabbing a couple of Pop Tarts out of the cabinet. She jumped when she saw him and asked, "What are you doing home? Shouldn't you be in school?" "It's Spring Break, Mom," he said. She looked at him in confusion, he mind clearly elsewhere. "Whatever. If your father comes home early can you tell him to please fix the knob on the shower in our bathroom. The damn thing broke off again and he needs to fix it and make sure it stays fixed." Henry had been wondering why she'd used his bathroom but hadn't really thought too much about it after seeing her naked. Thoughts of her naked body spun through his head again and he felt his cock hardening in his shorts. He turned away from her, hiding the redness of his face and the guilt he felt at thinking of her naked. "I'll tell him," he said. "Thanks," she said. "I'll probably be late tonight so you two are on your own for dinner. Love you." With that she was out the door and off to work. Henry stood there, feeling dirty at the thoughts that were going through his head. He went back to his room and tried to play online to get the thoughts out of his head but it just wouldn't work. He wandered up and down the hall for most of the morning. He needed a drink of water. He wanted something to eat. He wanted to look out front. All of these were just excuses to walk past his parent's room. Finally, when he couldn't resist the urge anymore, he stopped in his parent's doorway. He looked around the room at how clean his mother kept it. Everything in its place and a place for everything she always said. Henry stepped into the room and stood for a moment, waiting for some unseen hand to strike him down for invading his parent's room. When nothing happened he made his way around the room. He looked in the closet at his mother's clothes. He touched some of her blouses, feeling the silky texture of them. He wandered over to her dresser and pulled open the top drawer. Inside, all nice and neatly folded, he found her bras and panties. He stared down at them, feeling his cock hardening again. Gingerly, he reached down and felt the lace of her bra; lace that touched the skin of her bare breasts now touched his fingers. He licked his lips and moved his fingers over to her panties. He touched the silky material and his cock throbbed with his need for release. He knew what he was doing was wrong and he had to stop it. He slammed the drawer closed and staggered back from it. The back of his legs hit his parent's bed and he sat down, trying to control his raging hormones. He looked around the room, prying his eyes off of the dresser drawer and the allure of what was in it. His eyes came across the clothes hamper and froze there. Unable to stop himself, he rose and walked over to the hamper. He carefully lifted the lid and felt his heart explode in his chest. On top of all of the other clothes was a pair of his mother's pink, silky panties. Henry stood there staring down at them, for a moment, unable to move. Then, he watched as his hand reached into the clothes hamper. He lightly brushed his fingers against the panties, almost afraid that touching them would make them disappear. But they didn't. They lay there under the light touch of his fingers. He picked up the panties and staggered back to his parent's bed. He sat down and examined his mother's panties. He slid his finger along the cool material of the back of the panties, knowing that not too long ago his mother's ass had touched where he now touched. He slid his finger along the inside of her panties to the front. He rubbed where her pussy had been. Hi mind raced as he touched her panties. Had her panties crept up on her? Had they crept up high enough to go past the small little bush of pubic hair he'd seen and actually touch the bare lips of her pussy? The pressure of his hard cock against his shorts had become almost painful to him and Henry had to release the pressure. Still holding the panties in his hand, he pulled his shorts and underwear down. His raging hard cock sprung up and stood rigid in front of him. He brought the panties up to his face, in his excitement wondering if his mother had been excited when she wore them. Had her pussy been wet and some of that wetness drip onto her panties? No longer feeling guilty, only feeling the raw need of his desire, Henry lifted the panties to his nose and sniffed them. He could smell it, the lingering scent of his mother's pussy. He brought the panties to his mouth and licked where he had caught the scent. He caught just a hint of the taste of his mother's pussy and it left him shaking. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his hard cock. He licked the panties again as he stroked himself. He felt his precum dripping onto his hands as he stroked and had an idea. He wrapped the panties around his cock, making sure where he sniffed and licked was touching the tip of his cock. He stroked the silky material up and down his cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His cock now touched the same place his mother's pussy had. Just the thought of that sent shivers down his spine. He stroked faster, thinking about this morning and his mother's naked body. What if she'd seen him at her door rubbing his cock through his shorts? What would she have done? What if she'd been turned on by it? What if she'd invited him into her room? What if, instead of her panties now, he's felt the wet lips of her pussy wrapping around his hard cock? The thought of her pussy lips on his cock sent Henry over the edge. With a loud moan, cum exploded out of his cock and into his mother's panties. He stroked it, feeling his cock throb as cum shot out of him. His cum soaked through his mother's panties and dripped onto his hands but he didn't stop. He kept stroking as his whole body shuddered from his orgasm. When he was finally finished, he looked down at his mother's cum soaked panties. A trickle of pleasure shot through him at the sight. He lay back on his parent's bed, catching his breath. Now that his desire had been sated, he started to feel guilty about what he'd done. He had to clean up and hide the panties so she'd never know. He pulled the panties off of his still hard cock and carried them into the bathroom. He washed them, and himself, as best he could and threw them in the dryer in the garage. Once they were dry, he put them back in the hamper, trying to put them in just like he'd found them for fear she'd notice they'd been moved. He was just leaving his parent's room when his dad came home. Trying to hide his shame, he told his dad about the shower in their bathroom and then went to his room. Maybe this had been a onetime thing? Maybe it had just been the sight of a naked woman that had triggered it? Thoughts of naked women led him back to the memory of his mother's naked body. His cock hardened in his shorts and thoughts of her ass, her breasts and pussy haunted him. He knew he was becoming obsessed with thought of his mother but what was he going to do?