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

My mind 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 mechanism with my Brother, but you already know about that.

That was with my chum, and this is my son ! I could n't believe it. Sure he 's 18 and a fourth-year in high school, but he has a girl ! They 've been together for two geezerhood and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his pauperism taken care of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my script. My black scanty. Covered in dried 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 nose and sniffed. No substantial odor, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how yearn they had been there but I could n't enjoin by counting the dry ejaculate, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panty and let my mind wander to days gone by. Thinking about the time I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those remembering stirred solid feelings if you know what I mean. I began to inquire about my son. I wondered what his cock looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell my panties or wrap up them around his cock ? Did he intend of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be thoroughly to be thinking about. I stood up and put the panties 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 trunks and a tee shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston conclusion twelvemonth. I do n't mean to swash but I 've held up well over the years. My pegleg might be my best feature of speech, but the boobs 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 fuzz long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' aspect when the kids were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my looks. It really shows when we 're out with acquaintance and he compares me to the early wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the house just exploding with virility and randomness. It 's like they have to herald their presence to the world or something. He dropped his backpack on the 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 detect that, '' I said from the den. `` You 're not exactly a Ninja, are ya ? ``

He came into the den with a tonic in one hired hand and a huge sugar cookie in the other and just plopped into the easy professorship next to the lounge. 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 mind was just being overactive since my breakthrough this morning. 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 eyes went ! Caught ya !

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

He took a bite out of the cooky and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the pic and hooey. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet girl and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of coffee to give 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 grin and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The last prison term a boy took me out to the movies ... and stuff ... I ended up going home without my step-in on. ``

His mouth actually dropped unfold ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's gross ! ``

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hottest Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't require 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 get going getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the turning point and caught my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my heart was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the live 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 delineate his way from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the bathroom. A mo later I heard the toilet blush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could draw his stride as he walked down the brusque manse to his room. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to jerk 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 think about my legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his mental imagery would read over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my clothes in movement of him ? Of course of instruction, in thinking this, I could n't aid but picturing it in my judgement.

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 venter forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really press the replication against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my girl coming home from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage miss drama took up most of the next half hour. I love both of my Kyd but it 's a totally dissimilar relationship between mammy and their daughter and their sons. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one thing at a time. This year he was focused only on his ground level 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 scanty. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't remember how farseeing they 'd gone missing.

Jenna went out into the backyard to act as with the dog and listen to her music before dinner. I went about my business in the kitchen, getting things ready to start cooking. The house was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom threshold open and then the bathroom door close. Soon after that, I heard the exhibitioner start upstairs.

It all hit me in a heartbeat. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a chance to go check into under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the sofa chairperson listening to music. I quickly wiped my hired hand on a dishtowel, and leaned over and unmake 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 can door and could hear 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 quickly 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 different place. My affectionateness 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 cargo onto his Mother 's panty ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a digit to it. It was wet and cold. I smeared my fingerbreadth 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.

book binding in the kitchen, I got my breathing under control, and I looked at my fingerbreadth. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a duo of my panties. I put the finger to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my oral fissure. I worked my finger with my lingua, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't believe what I was doing. I was so rouse. I could experience how wet I was without even moving my physical structure. 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 mouth to him ? These intellection kept running through my brain as I began to prepare dinner for my married man and daughter. Of course of study, early thoughts ran through my mind as well. I was at the sump and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his hard cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to hold some food scraps into the garbage under the sump 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, dearest. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out cheap. 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 crybaby ? '' he said with a suspiration. `` If I 'd known you were frying poulet I would stay here for dinner. Save me some ? ``

'' sure, '' I told him. `` I 'll entrust 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 best, '' 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 hell out of me. He stopped, stared at me, and then walked slowly over to me until we were facing each other.

'' shit, right you 're the hottest Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell how clean and manly he was in that quick second of his mouth brushing against my cheek.

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

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

My boldness was flushed. I could palpate my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm excited. Sexually activated, that is. My hubby always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` Pink neck equals wet pussy, '' he would separate me.

Now I needed to calm 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 work out.

We had a squeamish dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her activity and then we all watched a movie together. Friday nights usually did n't last too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer secret plan on Sabbatum aurora and it always came so early. 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 mould his rear off and still happen time for the youngster. I rubbed his spine and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was all-encompassing awake. My mind was going a hundred stat mi an hour trying to visualise out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my brain to tell my husband. When I was younger, I had protected my buddy from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow 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 some TV. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was cipher on the state of nature side, just something silky, gauze-like, and slightly filmy. I would sleep nude if I could, but since the kids were here, I wore the to the lowest degree that I could get away with. I settled into the sofa and covered up a bit with one of the belittled blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that humble cover that I began to touch myself. My idea began to figure Greg jacking off with my step-in again. I went through various scenarios where I would walk in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each meter that I would slowly take away all of my clothes and look out him masturbate while he stared at my raw trunk. My pussycat 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 shock. I was rubbing my button and pinching my teat as I thought about Greg coming menage 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 abnegate myself sexual delight, so it was n't from want of sex. If my hubby and I were n't that dynamic, 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 juice. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my fingerbreadth, I started my way back to my bedroom.

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 scanty under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The couple of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The dyad of panties I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

I 'd just result a duad of my panties for my son to wank with. My step-in. His Mother 's panties !

If someone had put a mike next to my core at that bit, I would have blown the speakers of the sound system it was beating so backbreaking. 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 sleeping room. My kitty was still weaken and I knew there was wetness on my interior thigh. 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 nude, stroking his huge, intemperately cock for me. I started to rub my kitty-cat again. I ended up on my script and knees, my face pressed to the trading floor and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's way and masturbating. My publicise ass would have been the showtime thing he saw if he walked in at that instant.

Imagining him walking in right field then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my future coming. I collapsed on the storey in a huffing and puffing heap of naked physique. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car threshold shut outside and I quickly came to my grass. It was n't Greg, but the neighbour next door, but it was enough to make 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 domicile. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him give the electric refrigerator and snap up some things and then he came back into the den.

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

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

'' sure as shooting, '' he said between raciness of left-over fried chicken. `` We just watched a motion picture and hung out and stuff. ``

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

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

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

'' okeh, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tincture. `` I just wanted to make sure that Crissa made it home with her pantie on tonight. ``

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

I let him off the hook there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his president. `` Maybe I like to babble out about poppycock, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm queer about the kind of stuff my son is doing. ``

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

My supercilium rose up with that comment. `` Oh ? You think I only did stuff back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the last clip 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 panty ? ``

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 eyes again, and then turned and went to bed .