I always hate laundry day, but when I went to throw my dirty panties in the hamper, I felt something wet. I recoiled immediately- they were covered in cum, and it wasn’t mine. It had to be my son, Jon. But there was something else- the amount of cum was astronomical. He must have some kind of terrible compulsion! When I confronted Jon, he told me it was all one cumshot. Sure he was lying, I made him prove it by cumming into the panties I was wearing right then and there.
