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

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

That was with my brother, and this is my son ! I could n't believe it. Sure he 's eighteen and a senior in high school day, but he has a girl ! They 've been together for two years and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his needs taken guardianship of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin textile in my script. My black pantie. Covered in dry out cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of clock time from when I loaned out my scanty to my brother.

I pulled them up to my nose and sniffle. No substantial olfactory sensation, former than being mouldy from being underneath the bed. I wondered how long they had been there but I could n't distinguish by counting the dried semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panties and let my nous wander to days gone by. Thinking about the prison term I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those memories stirred strong flavour 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 smack my panties or wrap them around his hammer ? 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 panty 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 afternoon, I was relaxing on the lounge in the den and enjoying a cup of coffee. I had changed into a round-eyed twain of khaki shorts and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston close class. I do n't mean to gas but I 've held up good over the old age. My stage might be my right feature of speech, but the dope and ass are n't bad at all. I was wearing sandals that have straps up to the ankle. I 've always found them to be aphrodisiacal. I 've also kept my pilus long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' look when the tike were born. My hubby really likes the way I 've kept my spirit. 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 planetary house just exploding with manliness and randomness. It 's like they have to announce their presence to the human beings or something. He dropped his backpack on the storey and headed straight to the kitchen.

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

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

He came into the den with a soda in one hand and a immense sugar cooky in the former and just plopped into the easy hot seat next to the couch. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the article of furniture. Flopped into the electric chair is a more exact verbal description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glimpse of him staring at my legs as he came in the way ? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my discovery this dawning. If so, why was I now stretching my leg like a cat that just woke up from dozing in the sun ?

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

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

He took a chomp out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the moving-picture show and stuff. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet lady friend and gorgeous as well.

'' And scarf out ? '' I asked with a teasing taunt in my voice. `` What kind of poppycock are you going to do with Crissa ? Hmmm ? ``

I took a sip of java to break him a chance to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly grin and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The final stage prison term a boy took me out to the movies ... and stuff ... I ended up going home without my panties on. ``

His mouth actually dropped unresolved ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's unadulterated ! ``

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hottest Mom in the neck of the woods. I just mean I did n't want to cerebrate 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 part getting dinner cook. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and captivate my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my core was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the raging Mom around and he was watching me take the air away ! Oh my !

I heard him pounding his way up the steps. He 's so loud that I can trace his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. number one he went to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the potty flush and the gurgle of the pipage. After that, I could trace his stair as he walked down the myopic 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 scanty ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to think of me when he did it ? Would he reckon about my ramification and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagination would pick out over and he would consider about me slowly stripping off my clothes in front of him ? Of course, in thinking this, I could n't help but picturing it in my head.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a scene where I would be slowly removing my apparel for my son while he masturbated. Unconsciously, I was pressing my abdominal cavity 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 daughter coming place from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl play took up nearly of the next half hour. I love both of my nestling but it 's a totally different kinship between momma and their daughter and their Word. Jenna was into everything at schooling, while Greg just focused on one thing at a time. This yr he was focused only on his grades and his girlfriend.

His girl Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually active agent, 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 flirt with the dog and listen to her music before dinner. I went about my business sector in the kitchen, getting things fix to start preparation. The house was smooth again and I heard Greg 's bedroom door spread and then the bathroom doorway close. Soon after that, I heard the cascade jump upstairs.

It all hit me in a flash. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower bath. I had a chance to go insure under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge chair listening to music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dishtowel, and leaned over and undid the tie beam 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 bath room access and could hear the water running and Greg telling. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my scent as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the room a quick look-over to make sure I did n't mess up anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

I found them. They were in a unlike seat. 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 load onto his Mother 's panty ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger's breadth to it. It was wet and stale. I smeared my finger 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.

rear in the kitchen, I got my breathing under ascendency, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a duad of my panties. I put the finger 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 aroused. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my consistency. There was n't much taste, after all it had been setting there for a bit, but I still tasted my son 's cum.

Okay, so now what ? Do I do something about this ? Do I spill to him ? These thoughts kept running through my mind as I began to set dinner for my hubby and daughter. Of course, other view ran through my nous as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his arduous dick against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to throw off some nutrient scrap into the garbage under the sink and I nearly backed right into Greg.

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

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

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

'' Sure, '' I told him. `` I 'll leave some for you in the electric refrigerator tonight. ``

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

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

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and leave, but what he did surprised the sin 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 spicy Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the impertinence. I could smell how clean and manly he was in that quick secondment of his backtalk brushing against my cheek.

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

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

My look was flushed. I could finger my neck turn pink red like it always does when I 'm charge up. Sexually excited, that is. My hubby always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't cover it. `` Pink neck opening compeer wet pussy, '' he would tell me.

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

We had a dainty dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her activeness and then we all watched a movie together. Friday nights usually did n't last too long at our theatre. Jenna always had a soccer game on Sabbatum sunrise and it always came so former. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my married man a bit, but he was just too exhausted from work to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to exploit his butt off and still find time for the kids. I rubbed his back and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was encompassing awake. My mind was going a c miles an minute trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my thinker to differentiate my husband. When I was younger, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow be intimate I 'd protect my son as well.

I finally gave up on rest just before midnight. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the den to see some television. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the baseless side of meat, just something satiny, sheer, and slightly transparent. I would sleep naked 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 blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that small mantle that I began to touch myself. My mind began to picture Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and beguile him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly remove all of my clothes and watch him masturbate while he stared at my defenseless physical structure. My pussy was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my panty aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the sofa cushions. I was rubbing my clitoris and pinching my nipple as I thought about Greg coming home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden force that surprised me. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself intimate pleasure, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my husband and I were n't that participating, 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 organic structure, I slowly sat up. My step-in were soaked with my juices. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my finger, I started my way back to my sleeping accommodation.

Then I stopped.

No.

Do n't do it.

But I did. I snuck quietly on a higher floor and replaced the old pair of panties under Greg 's bed with this new duad. The pair of step-in I 'd just masturbated with. The duad of panties I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

I 'd just left a couple of my scanty for my son to wank with. My step-in. His Mother 's pantie !

If someone had put a microphone next to my fondness at that moment, I would have blown the speakers of the phone scheme it was beating so punishing. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whimsy, I took off my nightdress. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My pussy was still deaden and I knew there was wetness on my inner second joint. I walked around the way a bit, imagining that he was on the bed watching me. I thought about him lying there on the bed and naked, stroking his huge, severe peter for me. I started to rub my puss again. I ended up on my hands and knees, my face pressed to the base and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My spare ass would take been the first matter he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my adjacent sexual climax. I collapsed on the base in a huffing and puffing heap of nude soma. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outside and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor next door, but it was decent to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old scanty into my unclean clothes shackle. Satisfied, but now even more awake than I was earlier, I put on a robe and went back to the den. I was watching TV when Greg finally came place. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open the fridge and grab some thing and then he came back into the den.

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

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

'' certain, '' he said between bites of left-over fried chicken. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and overeat. ``

'' There 's that Good Book again, '' I teased back. `` What form of 'stuff'did you do ? ''

As I asked him that, I shifted on the lounge, allowing my robe to unfold and one of my legs to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his heart went.

'' Aw, Mom, '' he said with an stymy whole step, `` Do n't go there, okay ? ''

'' O.K., '' I replied back, again with a teasing pure tone. `` I just wanted to bring in certain that Crissa made it dwelling house with her panties on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a brassy rustling. `` Can we please arrest talking about this stuff ? ``

I let him off the hook there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his chair. `` Maybe I like to let the cat out of the bag about stuff, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the variety of stuff my son is doing. ``

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

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

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 hooey, you ended up not wearing pantie ? ``

I looked back at him. I met his eyes. I undid the tie to my robe, but I did n't afford it.

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