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

My nous flashed back to long ago. I was doing the Lapplander affair when I found my Mom 's scanty under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of intimate action with my crony, but you already know about that.

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

I glanced down at the filmy satin textile in my hand. My opprobrious panty. Covered in dried cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of clock time from when I loaned out my pantie to my pal.

I pulled them up to my horn in and sniff. No real odor, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how long they had been there but I could n't say by counting the dry out semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those pantie and let my intellect wander to days gone by. Thinking about the fourth dimension I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those memories stirred strong opinion if you know what I mean. I began to question about my son. I wondered what his prick looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell my pantie or wrap them around his cock ? 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 sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of umber. I had changed into a dim-witted pair of khaki shorts and a T-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston concluding twelvemonth. I do n't have in mind to brag but I 've held up estimable over the days. My pegleg might be my dear feature, but the dummy 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 sexy. I 've also kept my hair long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' aspect when the minor were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my looks. It really shows when we 're out with ally and he compares me to the former wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the menage just exploding with virility and dissonance. It 's like they have to denote their presence to the world or something. He dropped his backpack on the level 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 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 mitt and a huge sugar cookie in the other and just plopped into the easy chair next to the sofa. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the piece of furniture. Flopped into the chair 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 room ? Perhaps my judgement was just being overactive since my breakthrough this break of day. If so, why was I now stretching my legs like a cat that just woke up from dozing in the sun ?

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

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

He took a bite out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the movies and stuff. '' His lady friend Crissa was a sweet girl and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of coffee to give 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 clobber. ''

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

His rima oris actually dropped undefended ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's vulgar ! ``

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the red-hot Mom in the locality. I just mean I did n't need to consider 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 quoin and caught my son watching me.

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

I heard him pounding his way up the steps. He 's so forte that I can describe his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. first gear he went to the lavatory. A moment later I heard the toilet flush and the gurgle of the pipe. After that, I could retrace his footfall as he walked down the forgetful Hall to his room. Then his threshold closed.

I wondered if he was going to fuck off. I wondered if he was going to use my pantie ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to call back of me when he did it ? Would he think about my ramification 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 wearing apparel in presence of him ? Of class, in thinking this, I could n't facilitate but picturing it in my creative thinker.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a prospect 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 conjure the buffet against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my daughter coming dwelling from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage female child dramatic play took up most of the succeeding half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally dissimilar relationship between mammy and their daughters and their sons. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one thing at a clock time. 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 active, which did n't explicate why he needed my panties. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't call back 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 business in the kitchen, getting things ready to commence cooking. The house was tranquillity again and I heard Greg 's bedroom door assailable and then the bathroom door close. Soon after that, I heard the lavish start 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 probability to go ascertain under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge chair listening to medicine. 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 stairs.

I paused outside of the bathroom doorway and could discover the water running and Greg singing. My essence 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 take in for sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

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

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... bit of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his load onto his mother 's panties ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and frigidity. 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.

Back in the kitchen, I got my breathing under dominance, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a twain of my scanty. I put the finger's breadth to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my finger with my knife, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't think what I was doing. I was so aroused. I could finger how wet I was without even moving my trunk. There was n't a lot taste, after all it had been setting there for a bit, but I still tasted my son 's cum.

O.K., so now what ? Do I do something about this ? Do I verbalise to him ? These thoughts kept running through my idea as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and daughter. Of course of instruction, early intellection ran through my judgement as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his surd cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to bewilder some food scraps into the drivel under the sinkhole 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, `` okey, dearest. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out gimcrack. 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 sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying wimp I would stay here for dinner. keep me some ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' hoot, right you 're the hottest Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the buttock. I could smell how sporty and manly he was in that promptly second base of his lips brushing against my cheek.

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

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

My face was flushed. I could sense my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm rouse. Sexually excited, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't conceal it. `` Pink neck equals wet pussy, '' he would narrate me.

Now I needed to becalm down before my daughter or hubby came inside and questioned why my neck was all pinko. I put a wet dishcloth against my neck opening and then focused on my cooking, hoping it would all figure out out.

We had a nice dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her activities and then we all watched a movie together. Friday Night usually did n't terminal too long at our theater. Jenna always had a soccer game on Saturday mornings and it always came so early on. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my husband a bit, but he was just too exhausted from workplace to bring with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work his butt off and still feel fourth dimension for the Kyd. I rubbed his dorsum and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was wide awake. My judgement was going a hundred geographical mile an hour trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my brain to tell my hubby. When I was younger, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's scanty, and I just somehow make love 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 out some idiot box. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was aught on the risky incline, just something slick, filmy, 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 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 pantie again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and catch up with him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly remove all of my dress and watch him masturbate while he stared at my nude body. My kitty-cat 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 clitoris and pinching my nipple as I thought about Greg coming household and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden force-out that surprised me. It was one of the most hefty sexual climax I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself sexual joy, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my husband and I were n't that fighting, I just took matters into my own custody. 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 pleasure that were shuddering through my body, I slowly sat up. My panties were soaked with my juice. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my finger's breadth, 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 duo of panties under Greg 's bed with this new span. The duet of panty I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of panties I 'd just soaked with my own twat succus.

I 'd just leave a couple of my panties for my son to masturbate with. My pantie. His Mother 's step-in !

If someone had put a microphone succeeding to my warmheartedness at that moment, I would have blown the utterer of the speech sound system it was beating so hard. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a caprice, I took off my nightgown. I was standing there naked in my son 's sleeping room. My puss was still mute and I knew there was wetness on my interior thighs. 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 nude, stroking his huge, hard hammer for me. I started to rub my kitty-cat again. I ended up on my hands and knees, my face pressed to the level and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My spare ass would ingest been the beginning affair he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in mightily then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my adjacent climax. I collapsed on the floor in a snorting and puffing deal of raw flesh. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut alfresco and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor next doorway, but it was plenty to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my dirty 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 home. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open the electric refrigerator and grab some matter and then he came back into the den.

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

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

'' certain, '' he said between raciness of left-over fried poulet. `` We just watched a moving-picture show and hung out and choke up. ``

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

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

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

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing pure tone. `` I just wanted to take a crap sure that Crissa made it base with her panties on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a cheap whisper. `` Can we please stop talking about this stuff ? ``

I let him off the sweetener there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his professorship. `` Maybe I like to talk about material, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm rummy about the kind of stuff my son is doing. ``

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

My eyebrows rose up with that comment. `` Oh ? You think I only did scarf out back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the terminal clock time a boy talked to me about doing stuff and nonsense ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the last metre a guy talked to you about poppycock, you ended up not wearing scanty ? ``

I looked back at him. I met his eyes. 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 stuff. '' I met his oculus again, and then turned and went to bed .