My mom, my teacher

It happened. Not sure in remembering it back in college, how it happened. But, it still brings a smile to my face whenever I think about it. It was summer, I was home from school and had just come back from my blue collar job in a warehouse. Was working to pay off the car I had bought the summer before. Every morning, I would get up, go to work, and then drive home, sweaty, dirty, and in need of a shower. My mother and father had separated. I was the only boy, actually a young man at the time, 19 and a college athlete. My mom was a very attractive woman, tall, striking istanbul travesti and very well built. I had stolen looks at her when she was dressing, and I had often masturbated, thinking about her. I always felt guilty after, but that was likely the result of Catholic school upbringing.I walked in the door, threw my keys on the table, headed to the closet and grabbed a towel. Normally, mom would be upstairs, and I would use the tub on the first floor. Assuming she was watching tv, her usual routine, I undressed in the laundry room and threw istanbul travestileri my sweaty clothes in the hamper. I wrapped the towel around me, headed to the bathroom. The door was open when I got there, but to my surprise, my mom was in the tub, soaking in a bath. She said, “I didn’t hear you come in, how was work today?” As she asked, she put a wash cloth over her pussy, but her large breasts lay half submerged in the water, her nipples exposed and hard.”Good, but hot today, no airconditioning. I will use the shower upstairs.””I’ll travesti be done in a minute, you can use this one,” she replied.”OK, I said,” and she sat up to release the drain.I stood in the doorway as she sat there. The water was draining and her body became more exposed as it swirled down the drain. The heat of the day had made me horny. For some reason, and even today, the hot weather gets me worked up. As she sat there, she asked me to hand her her towel. I walked in, grabbed it and handed it to her. As she took it, I couldn’t help but notice that she was staring at my towel. Seeing her there, naked, had begun to turn me on. She smiled and she cocked her head, looking at me, then back down at my towel. I was nervous, not sure what to make of it.She stood up and began to dry off. I turned to leave, embarrassed that my cock was growing in that moment.