without being told to?" I smiled and said something stupid like, "Ah Mom". She released me and as I started to walk away she patted me on my toweled butt and asked, "So...got a girlfriend?" I know I was red then. I said, "Kind of Mom." She let me go. That night at dinner, I could tell Mom had said something to Dad. We talked about little things then Dad asked "So Peter. What's her name?" I dropped my fork in the spaghetti and knew I was bright red. I regained my composure and said, "I don't know what you're talking about Dad." That ended the interrogation. I went to bed soon after dinner. Hugged Dad, Hugged Mom (thinking about the smell of her pussy), then said good night and went to bed. In my bedroom I pulled a dirty sock from under my bed and Mom's panties from under my mattress and was at it again. When I was done, I was sl**py. I stuffed the panties under the mattress again and threw the sock under my bed. The next day was Saturday. I stroked again into the sock while Mom's panties were lying on my face. I shot off again, tucked the panties under my mattress and threw the sock under my bed again. I dressed, washed my face, had breakfast then left the house to "play baseball with some of the guys." The Mom: Saturday was laundry day for me. I always took care of that as early as possible and when Peter left I went to his room to gather his clothes. There was a sock under the bed and the jeans he had worn yesterday and the shirt he had worn to school. I went into my ...