I was shocked. I was just picking up apparel for the washing when I found a yoke of my panties underneath my son 's bed. I sat down on the bed, holding the panty 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 blood 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 consider it. Sure he 's xviii and a senior in high school, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two old age and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his needs taken care of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my hand. My blacken panties. Covered in dry out cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of times from when I loaned out my panties to my Brother.

I pulled them up to my horn in and sniffed. No real olfactory perception, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how prospicient they had been there but I could n't recite by counting the desiccated come, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panties and let my mind wander to days gone by. Thinking about the sentence I had first watched my brother masturbate in social movement of me. Those memories stirred warm feelings if you know what I mean. I began to wonder about my son. I wondered what his shaft looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell out my panties or wrap them around his putz ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

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

Around four in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of coffee. I had changed into a dewy-eyed twain of khaki shorts and a T-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston last year. I do n't imply to brag but I 've held up skillful over the years. My ramification might be my scoop feature, but the booby 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 hair long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' facial expression when the kid were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my flavour. It really shows when we 're out with friends 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 disturbance. It 's like they have to herald their bearing to the earth or something. He dropped his backpack on the trading floor and headed straight to the kitchen.

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

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

He came into the den with a soda in one hired man and a huge cabbage cooky in the other and just plopped into the tardily chairperson next to the sofa. 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 coup d'oeil of him staring at my legs as he came in the elbow room ? Perhaps my mind was just being hyperactive since my uncovering this forenoon. If so, why was I now stretching my ramification 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 bite out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably learn Crissa out to eat and to the flick and stuff. '' His lady friend Crissa was a sweet girl and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of coffee to have him a opportunity to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly smiling and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The shoemaker's last time a boy took me out to the movies ... and stuff ... I ended up going house without my panties on. ``

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

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hottest Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't require to cogitate 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 accompaniment. '' I then headed to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and caught my son watching me.

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

I heard him pounding his way up the stairs. He 's so flash that I can trace his way from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the toilet gush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could delineate his steps as he walked down the short Granville Stanley Hall to his room. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to fuck off. 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 call up about my legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his resourcefulness would take over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my clothes in movement of him ? Of course, in thinking this, I could n't avail but picturing it in my mind.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a fit where I would be slowly removing my wearing apparel for my son while he masturbated. Unconsciously, I was pressing my abdomen forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really press the heel counter against my now throbbing clitoris.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my girl coming home from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl play took up most of the future one-half time of day. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally different human relationship between mom and their daughter and their Son. Jenna was into everything at schooling, while Greg just focused on one affair at a meter. This class he was focused only on his grade and his girlfriend.

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

Jenna went out into the backyard to wreak with the dog and listen to her medicine before dinner. I went about my clientele in the kitchen, getting matter ready to start cookery. The house was subdued again and I heard Greg 's sleeping room room access clear and then the can room access close. Soon after that, I heard the shower starting signal upstairs.

It all hit me in a flash. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a opportunity to go hold back under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge hot seat listening to music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dishtowel, and leaned over and undid the ties on my sandals. I kicked them off and like a suburban ninja Mom, I slowly but quickly crept up the step.

I paused exterior of the bathroom room access and could discover the water running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the room a quick look-over to make trusted I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different topographic point. My spirit was beating enough to pop right through my pectus. 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 pantie ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger 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 couple of my scanty. I put the fingerbreadth to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my finger with my clapper, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't consider what I was doing. I was so stimulated. I could find how wet I was without even moving my dead body. 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 sing to him ? These thoughts kept running through my nous as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and daughter. Of course, other thought ran through my mind as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his intemperate rooster against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to confuse some food scraps into the scraps under the sink and I nearly backed right into Greg.

'' Whoa, Mom ! '' he said as he jumped back. `` I was about to tell 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 crybaby ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would stay here for dinner party. Save me some ? ``

'' indisputable, '' I told him. `` I 'll depart some for you in the fridge tonight. ``

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

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

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and leave behind, but what he did surprised the hell 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 raging Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the brass. I could smell how clean and manly he was in that flying second of his lips brushing against my cheek.

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

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

My face was flushed. I could experience my cervix turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm charge. Sexually excited, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` pinko cervix equals wet pussy, '' he would state me.

Now I needed to calm down before my girl or married man came inside and questioned why my cervix was all garden 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 dainty dinner party. Jenna filled us in on all of her bodily process and then we all watched a flick together. Friday nights usually did n't live on too long at our mansion. Jenna always had a soccer secret plan on Saturday good morning and it always came so betimes. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my husband a bit, but he was just too exhausted from work to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work his butt off and still find time for the Thomas Kyd. I rubbed his backrest and then curled up future to him until he fell asleep.

I however was wide-eyed awake. My mind was going a one C geographical mile an hour trying to picture out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to assure my married man. When I was younger, I had protected my Brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's pantie, and I just somehow bonk I 'd protect my son as well.

I finally gave up on quietus just before midnight. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the den to watch some television set. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the hazardous side, just something sleek, vapourous, and slightly limpid. I would sleep bare if I could, but since the youngster were here, I wore the least that I could get away with. I settled into the couch and covered up a bit with one of the small blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that small blanket that I began to touch myself. My mind began to picture Greg jacking off with my step-in again. I went through respective scenarios where I would take the air in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly remove all of my clothes and watch out him jack off while he stared at my naked body. My pussy was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my panties 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 nursing 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 refuse myself sexual joy, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my married man and I were n't that combat-ready, I just took matters into my own hired hand. 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 pleasance that were shuddering through my torso, I slowly sat up. My step-in were soaked with my succus. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my finger, I started my way back to my sleeping room.

Then I stopped.

No.

Do n't do it.

But I did. I snuck quietly up the stairs and replaced the old pair of panties under Greg 's bed with this new brace. The pair of panty I 'd just masturbated with. The duo of panties I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

I 'd just left a pair of my panties for my son to masturbate with. My panties. His Mother 's panties !

If soul had put a mike following to my heart and soul at that bit, I would have blown the speakers of the sound system it was beating so strong. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whim, I took off my nightie. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My slit was still dampness and I knew there was wetness on my inner second joint. 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 huge, hard cock for me. I started to rub my snatch again. I ended up on my paw and knees, my face pressed to the floor and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My bare ass would suffer been the foremost matter he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the floor in a huffing and puffing sight of naked flesh. I might let fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outside and I quickly came to my dope. It was n't Greg, but the neighbour next threshold, but it was plenty to bring in me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old scanty into my dirty clothes hamper. 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 habitation. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open the fridge and grab some matter 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 dingy, Mom but you scared the shit out of me ! ''

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

'' Sure, '' he said between insect bite of left-over fried chicken. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and stuff. ``

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

As I asked him that, I shifted on the sofa, allowing my gown to give and one of my legs to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his optic went.

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

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tonus. `` I just wanted to take a crap sure that Crissa made it nursing home with her panty on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a loud susurration. `` Can we delight stop 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 verbalise about stuff, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm rummy about the variety of stuff and nonsense my son is doing. ``

'' Just stuff, Mom, '' he said back somewhat boldly. `` Just the same old hooey I 'm surely 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 chamber. I stopped when I heard his voice.

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

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

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