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

My brain flashed back to long ago. I was doing the Saame thing when I found my Mom 's scanty under my Brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual action with my sidekick, 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 schoolhouse, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two twelvemonth and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his needs taken tutelage of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my hand. My black panties. Covered in dried cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of clip from when I loaned out my panties to my chum.

I pulled them up to my nose and whiff. No real odor, former than being frowsty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how recollective they had been there but I could n't separate by counting the dehydrated ejaculate, it was too coated.

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

This was not going to be goodness 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 afternoon, I was relaxing on the sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of coffee berry. I had changed into a simpleton couplet of khaki underdrawers and a tee shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston death year. I do n't think of to brag but I 've held up good over the years. My legs might be my better feature, but the dumbbell 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 '' look when the kids were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my face. It really shows when we 're out with champion and he compares me to the former wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the theatre just exploding with virility and noise. It 's like they have to announce their presence to the earthly concern or something. He dropped his knapsack 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 severely not to acknowledge that, '' I said from the den. `` You 're not exactly a Ninja, are ya ? ``

He came into the den with a soda ash in one deal and a huge sugar cooky in the early and just plopped into the easygoing chair next to the couch. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the 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 legs as he came in the room ? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my discovery 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 regard from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a pungency out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably study Crissa out to eat and to the movies and clobber. '' His lady friend Crissa was a sweet miss and gorgeous as well.

'' And satiate ? '' I asked with a teasing taunt in my voice. `` What form of clobber 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 stuff. ''

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

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

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the spicy Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't want to guess 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 initiate getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and captivate my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my mettle 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 hound his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the toilet. A minute later I heard the toilet prime and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could trace his footprint as he walked down the scant manse to his elbow room. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to masturbate. I wondered if he was going to use my step-in ? 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 imagination would direct over and he would remember about me slowly stripping off my clothes in nominal head of him ? Of course, in thinking this, I could n't help but picturing it in my mind.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a panorama where I would be slowly removing my clothes 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 counter against my now throbbing clitoris.

I was brought back to world by the arrival of my girl coming home from shoal. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage missy play took up most of the adjacent half hour. I love both of my nipper but it 's a totally different human relationship between Moms and their daughters 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 mark and his girlfriend.

His girl Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually active, 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 euphony before dinner. I went about my stage business in the kitchen, getting matter ready to start cooking. The house was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom room access open and then the bathroom door close. Soon after that, I heard the shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a flash. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the exhibitioner. I had a chance to go crack under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen windowpane and Jenna was lying on the waiting area chair listening to music. I quickly wiped my hand on a dish towel, 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 bathroom door and could hear the water running and Greg vocalizing. My pump was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the room a quick once-over to prepare sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the baby's dummy of his bed.

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

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... touch of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his burden onto his female parent 's panties ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and cold. 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 control, and I looked at my finger's breadth. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a pair of my step-in. I put the finger 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 believe what I was doing. I was so aroused. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my eubstance. There was n't much taste sensation, 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 utter to him ? These thoughts kept running through my nous as I began to groom dinner party for my hubby and daughter. Of course, other view ran through my mind as well. I was at the swallow hole 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 throw some food scraps into the garbage under the swallow hole 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 party. '' That 's what I said out loud. In my judgment 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 bide here for dinner. Save me some ? ``

'' surely, '' 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 safe, '' 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 infernal region out of me. He stopped, stared at me, and then walked slowly over to me until we were facing each other.

'' tinker's damn, right you 're the hottest Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could smack how clean and jerk and manly he was in that promptly mo of his lips brushing against my cheek.

He stepped back and looked me right in the eye. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to confound 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 grimace was flushed. I could feel my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm stir. Sexually agitate, that is. My hubby always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` garden pink neck match wet pussy, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to cool it down before my girl or husband came inside and questioned why my neck was all pink. I put a wet dishrag against my neck and then focused on my cookery, hoping it would all play out.

We had a nice dinner party. Jenna filled us in on all of her natural action and then we all watched a movie together. Friday Night usually did n't conclusion too long at our firm. Jenna always had a soccer game on Saturday mornings 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 work to make for with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to exercise his butt off and still find time for the kids. I rubbed his book binding and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was all-inclusive awake. My mind was going a one C miles an hour trying to reckon out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my judgment to order my husband. When I was younger, I had protected my chum from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow knew 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 keep an eye on some television. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the wild face, just something silken, filmy, and slightly transparent. I would sleep au naturel if I could, but since the Thomas Kid 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 humble blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that small blanket that I began to pertain myself. My mind began to depict Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through respective scenarios where I would take the air in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each clock time that I would slowly get rid of all of my wearing apparel and view him jerk 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 clit and pinching my nipple as I thought about Greg coming dwelling and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden force that surprised me. It was one of the most muscular orgasms I 'd had in a spell. I do n't deny myself sexual delight, 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 script. 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 panties were soaked with my succus. 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 panty under Greg 's bed with this new span. The brace of panty I 'd just masturbated with. The duo of pantie I 'd just soaked with my own pussy succus.

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 microphone future to my heart at that moment, I would have blown the speakers of the strait arrangement it was beating so strong. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whim, I took off my nightgown. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My snatch was still damp 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 naked, stroking his Brobdingnagian, laborious cock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my hands and knee joint, my facial expression pressed to the floor and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's elbow room and masturbating. My unsheathed ass would deliver been the kickoff matter he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in right field then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the floor in a huffing and puffing heap of defenseless frame. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car doorway shut out of doors and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor adjacent room access, but it was enough to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my dirty wearing apparel hamper. Satisfied, but now even more wake up 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 snaffle some things and then he came back into the den.

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

I laughed and asked, `` Did you have a soundly prison term ? ``

'' Sure, '' he said between bites of left-over electrocute chicken. `` We just watched a motion picture and hung out and stuff. ``

'' 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 leg to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his eyes went.

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

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing timber. `` I just wanted to constitute indisputable that Crissa made it abode with her pantie on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a gaudy whisper. `` Can we please check talking about this hooey ? ``

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

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

My supercilium rose up with that commentary. `` Oh ? You think I only did gourmandize back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the in conclusion time a boy talked to me about doing poppycock ? ``

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

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

I looked back at him. I met his middle. 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 center again, and then turned and went to bed .