![]() It suddenly occurred to her what he could be doing and she blushed and turned away. She knocked, she could hear him in there. Mavis was bringing her son his clean laundry that afternoon only to find the door locked. He was kind of a geek, women didn't flock to him. She couldn't think why her son would cum more than once into a receptacle that wasn't some teen bimbo, not that he got much play. It tasted slightly salty.Īll this from one load? she wondered. It was cool to the touch, still tacky, without thinking she licked it off her finger. It glistened in the light, she couldn't help herself, she reached out and touched it. ![]() His cum smelled like normal cum, maybe a touch more musky than usual. Mavis held the towel to her face and sniffed. And the cum was still fresh, there was too much to dry before she found it! He'd tried to stuff it down in the laundry hamper. Then Tony went back to fabrics and she found a hand towel with massive amounts of cum in it. Mavis started finding larger clumps of tissues. It was part of her world, nothing she thought too deeply about. Eventually he'd given up socks for tissues, forgetting Mavis also emptied his wastebaskets. She'd known when he became a man and started jerking off, she did his laundry after all. She loved her son and knew she should respect his privacy but she snooped on him too. Mavis liked having a man around the house for spiders and salesmen and other pests. He was still living at home despite being nineteen and having a decent job. Now it was just her and her adult son, Tony. Her snooping had driven her husband away, she'd found out he was cheating on her, the rat bastard. She was the neighborhood gossip, always seemed to know who was doing what with whom. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
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