Nostalgic Christmas Eve Orgasms

Justin arrived at my door at 5:30am on Christmas Eve morning to pick me up. My last day of work for the year was the previous day. My office always has an informal office party because there usually isn't anything left to do except handle the half dozen phone calls that may come through. The worst kept secret is that most of us usually have a flask or bottle hidden in our desks or out in the trunk of our cars. As long as someone answers the phone and things don't get crazy our supervisors always turn a blind eye. That's because they themselves have been drinking too!After a day of keeping a buzz on and an Uber ride home I still had to pack for the visit to my parent's place. Many hours and three empty bottles of wine later the task was complete and I could go to bed.At 5:30am exactly the doorbell sounded like hundreds of wine glasses crashing to the floor. 

Oh god! 

Couldn't Justin have been an hour late for just once in his life??As I made my way down the hallway the doorbell chimed again right above my head. I don't know what was bouncing around in my hungover brain but it sure as fuck wasn't dancing sugerplums!I didn't even dress. I just pulled a hoodie on over my pj's and made Justin take my luggage out to his car. I pretty much slept the whole way there.Both of our parents still live in the same homes only four blocks from each other but Justin planned to stay at a hotel because his brother's family was staying with his parents for the holiday and the house was pretty much at capacity. He begged me to stay with him but I wanted to spend time with my parents. I promised him that after a couple of nights, I would join him for the remainder of the trip in what I was certain would be evenings spent in raucous hotel sex.The day went on pretty much expected only being tempered by the daylong hangover I was suffering. In the evening, I excused myself early and made my way to my childhood bedroom.The room had been changed since then of course. Posters and pictures had been taken down boxed up. The walls had been painted and new carpet installed. The bed had been replaced with a newer queen that mom had made up. Still, with all of its changes, my room felt nostalgically familiar. As I lay there staring at social media on my phone, wondrous memories came flooding back to me. I couldn't help but think about Justin and I as teens sneaking in here when my parents were out. Justin sitting on the edge of my bed with his pants down around his ankles and me kneeling before him with his erect penis in my mouth doing my absolute frantic best to get him to cum before my parents returned home!The 41 year old me gigled and was starting to feel oddly aroused.My mind then shifted to something I had completely forgotten about. Another time of us playing in my room after school.Justin and I had only been dating maybe a week when we found ourselves in my bedroom alone with my door only slightly ajar. Sitting on my bed next to each other Justin had managed to pull my skirt up to my waist and positioned his hand in my crotch. His fingers worked the gusset of my panties aside and were now slowly rubbing my clit and labia. It felt wonderful but I wanted more so I moved his hand away and pulled my bright pink, now somewhat damp panties down to mid- thigh to allow him full access to my pussy. His fingers quickly found their way back but then pressed in and up penetrating me. My heavy breathing evolved into restrained moans."Nico, I'm home! Come help with groceries!"My mom!!The look on Justin's wide-eyed face was priceless and the memory still makes me laugh. Frozen in place with my skirt hiked up and his fingers firmly embedded in my vagina, it was all I could do to push him away and cover my lap with a huge stuffed teddy bear before my mom walked in!"Oh... hi, Justin!"Holding teddy in a death grip on my lap with my face blushing, I did my best to act normal. Of course it was all for naught.Mom smiled at Justin and asked for his help retrieving groceries from the car. Like a frightened little rat the bastard scurried from my room leaving me momentarily to face my mom. We had been caught!She knew... and worse yet, she knew that I knew... we had been caught!Later, Justin admitted that he thought he was going to end up murdered and buried in mom's flower garden.In the way that only my mother could have communicated in a moment like this, her eyes made a very intentional downward look where she held her gaze for precisely five seconds on the oversized teddy covering my lap. Her eyes then returned to mine as she continued to smile."Straighten yourself up and come help me put away groceries." She then stepped out of my room leaving me dumbfounded.Looking down at teddy I then saw what it was that had caught my mom's gaze. There... between teddy legs...between MY legs...was my very bright, very pink colored panties with a very obvious and unmistakable wet area around the crotch!I can't believe I had actually forgotten about that. Interestingly enough I found my present day self aroused by these memories and jumped up to retrieve my thrusting dildo vibe and lube from my luggage. Settled back in bed I logged onto Solotouch chat where I mustered the courage to ask one of my new ST friends if she wanted to masturbate with me. Admittedly it was a struggle at first but once I got into a good rhythm, wave after orgasmic wave flooded my brain. I wonder if my parents listened as their 41 year old daughter reveled in one nostalgia induced orgasm after another that night.Merry Christmas everyone!