Over the next couple of days, I prepped for Mom’s visit, but she never showed up. She didn’t knock on my door or enter my room. I don’t know that she was outside my room the day I found the soaked thong panties in her hamper. I’d only heard the floorboards creak. I had no evidence beyond the soaked panties that she’d actually stood outside my room and heard me cum. In my masturbatory fantasy, I imagined she’d stood outside and rubbed herself while listening to me. Those panties were very, very wet! Still, I couldn’t be sure. Since she...
