I was shocked. I was just picking up dress for the laundry when I found a pair of my panties underneath my son 's bed. I sat down on the bed, holding the panties in my hand.

My mind flashed back to long ago. I was doing the same thing when I found my Mom 's panties under my buddy 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual action mechanism with my brother, but you already know about that.

That was with my crony, and this is my son ! I could n't believe it. Sure he 's eighteen and a senior in high schoolhouse, but he has a lady friend ! They 've been together for two years and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his pauperization taken care of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my mitt. My smutty step-in. Covered in dried cum grease. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of clip from when I loaned out my panty to my comrade.

I pulled them up to my nose and sniffed. No rattling odor, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how longsighted they had been there but I could n't tell by counting the dried seminal fluid, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panties and let my head wander to days gone by. Thinking about the time I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those memories stirred strong feelings if you know what I mean. I began to wonder about my son. I wondered what his cock looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he reek my step-in or wrap up them around his tool ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be good to be thinking about. I stood up and put the scanty back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to stop thinking about it by focusing on my chores.

Around four in the good afternoon, I was relaxing on the sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of coffee. I had changed into a simple pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston last class. I do n't intend to brag but I 've held up good over the years. My legs might be my full feature film, but the tit and ass are n't bad at all. I was wearing sandals that have straps up to the articulatio talocruralis. I 've always found them to be aphrodisiac. I 've also kept my hair long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' feel when the kid were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my looks. It really shows when we 're out with Friend and he compares me to the other wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the house just exploding with manliness and noise. It 's like they have to announce their presence to the humans or something. He dropped his backpack on the flooring and headed straight to the kitchen.

'' Mom ! '' he yelled as he opened the refrigerator looking for a bite. `` I 'm home ! ``

'' Well, it 's kind of backbreaking not to notice that, '' I said from the den. `` You 're not exactly a Ninja, are ya ? ``

He came into the den with a sal soda in one hand and a huge saccharide cookie in the early and just plopped into the easygoing chair next to the lounge. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the furniture. Flopped into the chairwoman is a more exact description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glimpse of him staring at my peg as he came in the elbow room ? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my uncovering this dawning. If so, why was I now stretching my pegleg like a cat that just woke up from dozing in the sun ?

Yep, that 's where his eyes went ! Caught ya !

'' So what are your plans for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his regard from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a sting out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the flick and stuff. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sugared missy and gorgeous as well.

'' And stuff ? '' I asked with a teasing taunt in my voice. `` What form of stuff are you going to do with Crissa ? Hmmm ? ``

I took a sip of coffee to pass on him a hazard to register what I 'd said.

'' Mom ... you know what I mean, '' he stammered. `` We 'll probably just goof off, hang around, and stuff. ''

I looked over at him with a sly grin and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The concluding fourth dimension a boy took me out to the flick ... and gorge ... I ended up going home base without my panties on. ``

His mouth actually dropped open ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's perfect ! ``

'' Oh ? '' I teased him again, `` you 're saying that your old Mom is egregious ? ''

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hottest Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't need to think of you that way. '' Then he realized what he had said and blushed. `` I mean ... ummm ... ''

I leaned forward and stood up and said, `` I know what you mean. But thanks for the complement. '' I then headed to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the nook and watch my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my heart was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the hottest Mom around and he was watching me walk away ! Oh my !

I heard him pounding his way up the stairs. He 's so loud that I can line his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. first gear he went to the bathroom. A min later I heard the lavatory gush and the gurgle of the pipe. After that, I could trace his steps as he walked down the myopic Charles Francis Hall to his room. Then his room access closed.

I wondered if he was going to masturbate. I wondered if he was going to use my panties ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to think of me when he did it ? Would he conceive about my legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagination would take over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my clothes in forepart of him ? Of trend, in thinking this, I could n't help but picturing it in my psyche.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a scene where I would be slowly removing my clothes for my son while he masturbated. Unconsciously, I was pressing my stomach forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really press the counter against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my girl coming home from shoal. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl drama took up most of the future half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally dissimilar kinship between mum and their daughters and their boy. Jenna was into everything at schooling, while Greg just focused on one thing at a fourth dimension. This year he was focused only on his grades and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually fighting, which did n't explain why he needed my panties. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't remember how long they 'd gone missing.

Jenna went out into the backyard to play with the dog and listen to her music before dinner party. I went about my line of work in the kitchen, getting things set to protrude cooking. The house was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom door open and then the privy threshold close. Soon after that, I heard the shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a trice. Greg had been upstairs in his elbow room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a chance to go tally under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the waiting area chairwoman listening to music. I quickly wiped my manus on a tea towel, and leaned over and undo the railroad tie on my sandals. I kicked them off and like a suburban ninja Mom, I slowly but quickly crept up the stairs.

I paused outside of the toilet doorway and could get word the water running and Greg tattle. My fondness was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his chamber. I gave the way a quick look-over to make certain I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different shoes. My heart was beating enough to pop right through my chest. I reached out and grabbed them.

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... spot of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his consignment onto his mother 's panties ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a fingerbreadth to it. It was wet and cold. I smeared my digit around in it and quickly put it back under his bed. I put everything back the way it was before and eased my way back to the kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, I got my breathing under control, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a span of my panties. I put the digit to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my finger with my tongue, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't believe what I was doing. I was so stirred up. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my body. There was n't much penchant, after all it had been setting there for a bit, but I still tasted my son 's cum.

okey, so now what ? Do I do something about this ? Do I blab to him ? These thoughts kept running through my mind as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and daughter. Of track, other thoughts ran through my mind as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his hard tool against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to cast off some food scraps into the garbage under the sink and I nearly backed in good order into Greg.

'' Whoa, Mom ! '' he said as he jumped back. `` I was about to evidence you I was heading out. ``

I turned and smiled, `` OK, dear. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out loudly. In my idea I was wondering how long he 'd been standing there watching me ?

He looked over at what I 'd been preparing. `` Fried poulet ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would stay here for dinner. Save me some ? ``

'' sure enough, '' I told him. `` I 'll leave some for you in the fridge tonight. ``

'' Thanks, Mom ! You 're the best ! '' he said as he started to grab his things and go.

'' The skilful, '' I said, and then finished with, `` and the hottest too, right ? ''

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and go forth, but what he did surprised the netherworld out of me. He stopped, stared at me, and then walked slowly over to me until we were facing each other.

'' Damn, right you 're the hottest Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the boldness. I could sense how clean and manly he was in that speedy second base of his lips brushing against my cheek.

He stepped back and looked me right in the eyes. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to cast the coquette right back. `` Have fun doing ... stuff ... .tonight. '' I told him with a knowing smile.

'' I always do ! '' he said with a jape and then he turned and left.

My face was flushed. I could feel my cervix turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm excited. Sexually worked up, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't blot out it. `` Pink cervix equals wet snatch, '' he would evidence me.

Now I needed to settle down down before my daughter or husband came inside and questioned why my cervix was all pink. I put a wet dishcloth against my neck opening and then focused on my cooking, hoping it would all work out.

We had a courteous dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her natural process and then we all watched a pic together. Fri dark usually did n't stopping point too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer game on Sat daybreak and it always came so early. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my husband a bit, but he was just too exhausted from body of work to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to sour his butt off and still find time for the tiddler. I rubbed his cover and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was wide awake. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to assure my hubby. When I was younger, I had protected my blood brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow eff I 'd protect my son as well.

I finally gave up on sleep just before midnight. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the den to watch some television. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was zilch on the wild side, just something silky, sheer, and slightly lucid. I would sleep nude if I could, but since the kids were here, I wore the least that I could get away with. I settled into the sofa and covered up a bit with one of the little mantle we have lying around.

It was underneath that pocket-size mantle that I began to touch myself. My intellect began to picture Greg jacking off with my scanty again. I went through respective scenarios where I would walk in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each metre that I would slowly take all of my clothes and view him masturbate while he stared at my au naturel torso. My slit was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my pantie aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the sofa cushions. I was rubbing my clit and pinching my pap as I thought about Greg coming home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden force-out that surprised me. It was one of the most powerful orgasm I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself sexual pleasance, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my husband and I were n't that active, I just took matters into my own hands. It had to be because of my son. I was masturbating thinking about my son watching me do it.

When I finally came down from the pleasures that were shuddering through my body, I slowly sat up. My panty were soaked with my juices. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my finger, I started my way back to my bedroom.

Then I stopped.

No.

Do n't do it.

But I did. I snuck quietly upstairs and replaced the old pair of panties under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The couple of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The yoke of panties I 'd just soaked with my own slit juice.

I 'd just leave alone a duad of my panty for my son to masturbate with. My pantie. His female parent 's panties !

If someone had put a microphone next to my kernel at that moment, I would let blown the speakers of the sound system it was beating so hard. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a impulse, I took off my nightgown. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My slit was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my inner thigh. I walked around the room a bit, imagining that he was on the bed watching me. I thought about him lying there on the bed and defenseless, stroking his Brobdingnagian, hard hammer for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my deal and knees, my brass pressed to the story and my prat in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My bare ass would sustain been the first thing he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next climax. I collapsed on the base in a huffing and puffing cumulation of naked flesh. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car doorway shut outside and I quickly came to my horse sense. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor adjacent threshold, but it was decent to do me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my dirty dress hamper. Satisfied, but now even more alive than I was earlier, I put on a robe and went back to the den. I was watching TV when Greg finally came home. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open the fridge and catch some affair and then he came back into the den.

'' Oh shit ! '' he exclaimed as he sat down in the easy chair and noticed me. `` I 'm sorry, Mom but you scared the horseshit out of me ! ''

I laughed and asked, `` Did you have a skillful clock time ? ``

'' sure enough, '' he said between snack of left-over fried Gallus gallus. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and binge. ``

'' There 's that word again, '' I teased back. `` What kind of 'stuff'did you do ? ''

As I asked him that, I shifted on the sofa, allowing my robe to open and one of my branch to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his eyes went.

'' Aw, Mom, '' he said with an embarrassed quality, `` Do n't go there, okay ? ''

'' OK, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tone. `` I just wanted to make trusted that Crissa made it nursing home with her panties on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a flashy rustle. `` Can we please stop talking about this material ? ``

I let him off the hooking there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his president. `` Maybe I like to talk about clobber, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm funny about the variety of hooey my son is doing. ``

'' Just clobber, Mom, '' he said back somewhat boldly. `` Just the same old clobber I 'm sure you did back in the day. ''

My eyebrows rose up with that gossip. `` Oh ? You think I only did stuff back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the last time a boy talked to me about doing stuff ? ``

I turned and began to walk toward the bedroom. I stopped when I heard his voice.

'' You mean when you said the last time a guy talked to you about stuff, you ended up not wearing panties ? ``

I looked back at him. I met his oculus. I undid the tie to my gown, but I did n't open it.

'' Mmm, hmm, '' I said. `` I 've enjoyed talking to you ... about material. '' I met his eyes again, and then turned and went to bed .