I really love that playful hours – 3

The problem was, I was now out of time. As much as I wanted to wait, hoping to see them turn, though even then, at this distance, there was still no guarantee. I had to get back, there was no other choice, turning to do so just as mom spoke.

“Damn, his image froze! I hope he’s not having trouble with his web cam again!

I slipped down the hall as fast as I dared, though doing so quietly. Already my mind is a whirlwind of thought, trying to come up with some reasonable excuse…explanation. Just coming to one as I opened the door to my room slipping inside. The movie had indeed ended, I’d taken longer than I thought the image of me sitting there cock in hand, mom’s panties still wrapped around it now frozen in time.

There was also a message waiting for me.

“Home alone…are you still there?”

I sat down, killing the video, and not too surprisingly no longer erect either. I typed back a response.

“Sorry, everything froze up there for a moment, including my keyboard. Had to reboot,” I typed hoping that would explain it.

“Oh, we were wondering what happened, is it fixed now?” She then asked.

“Yes, unfortunately, I lost the video of you two after you took the rest of your clothes off…so I never got to see what happened after that,” I lied hoping it sounded good…plausible.

“Oh that’s a shame, then you missed us titty-kissing one another, and of course…finger-fucking one another too,” she laughed giving me another LOL.

“Yeah, I did…would you do it for me again?” I asked.

“Did you already come?” She now asked. “If you did…then we missed it,” she typed. “Your pricks are not hard any more!”

“Yeah I did…but I can do it again if you’ll give me something to look at while I do,” I suggested.

“Will it take long? I’m not sure how much longer we dare stay on line,” she now told me.

Now I was growing desperate. I knew dad would be home tomorrow, which meant this would be Kathy’s last night here with mom. No telling how long it would be when the two of them would ever be together like this again. Although I had prepared for this, I still wasn’t certain of my doing it. So many things could happen…go wrong. She might in fact not even recognize, or realize when I did it. And the response in and of itself might not be exactly what I was hoping for either.

But it was once again now or never. And I was already getting hard again, which they could easily see as they sat there together, once again side by side…though naked.

“I have another pair of panties…very special ones, my favorites in fact,” I teased hoping it would do the trick. And it did.

“Oh yes…show us, stroke yourself with those for us too,” Naughty typed.

Month’s past I had actually gone out shopping with my mother, not for groceries that time, but for clothes. She hated driving in bad weather, so had convinced me to go along, driving her myself. I hadn’t been too thrilled about going, waiting somewhat impatient while she tried on new shoes, a couple of dresses and slacks, leading me from store to store inside the mall as she did. We had finally wound up standing there outside a lingerie store.

She glanced over into the window, a mannequin standing there, a very sexy pair of black lace panties on her, small little diamond designs running around the waistband. Mom walked over looking even more closely at them.

“You know Kyle, I have never once asked your father to buy me jewelry, or diamonds. But just once…I wish he’d buy me something with diamonds like that, though God help me for saying this now…I’m sort of glad he doesn’t.”

We headed home after that. But I had immediately gone back to the store, buying them for her. I’d then had them gift-wrapped, presenting them to her the moment I got home. Thrilled, she had cried, laughed, kissed me delightedly, and then of course immediately ran up stairs in order to try them on.

No. I had never seen her in them, though I knew she had worn them of course on several occasions, usually whenever they went out for the evening, though once again always wondering why. I doubted seriously that dad had ever seen them either knowing mom, as she now always dressed and undressed in the bathroom prior to coming to bed. I could only assume she wore them for herself, and no one else.

I looked at the monitor. Mom and my Aunt once again playing with one another. With their hands in one another’s laps, I watched as they tickled one another, touching and purposely rubbing one another’s clits. Pink precious little nubbins so hard, so glistening wet as they amused themselves. Each one fingering the other, purposely showing me their wetness, sticking fingers in, and then out…holding up to the monitor so I could see the almost milky white essence of their arousal clinging to one another’s fingers.

“Well?” She typed. “We’re waiting. Show us your favorite pair of jerk-off panties,” she asked.

I reached over, now holding them up.

There was an obvious pause, fingers no longer working, playing, touching.

And then the screen went blank.

To be continued…