I love being a mom and I would do anything for my kids. Luckily my hubby has a good job, it means I can stay home and take in care of my tiddler, but it keeps him at work farseeing 60 minutes and weekends too. I have three baby and would have had more if my husband was home long enough to piss that occur. Brian my eighteen year old son is the joy of my world. I think I would do anything for him even fight off an alien flack. He is a good boy, tall and thin but filling out nicely. He has commodity personal manner and is always a valet de chambre. In a lot of ways he reminds me of an old fashion man, more disturbed about the lady than himself. My two girl Corrine and Brianne are off in their own world and completely contrary of who I am. I am short and round and they are thin and magniloquent. Neither has begun to get their womanly features, not expecting they would at eleven and nine, but it is easygoing to see they will be beautiful when they do start bloom. I really felt like I had the perfect world.

Then one day, in a dim-witted moment affair started to change. I was place alone and decided a swimming in the consortium would be utter. I didn't expect anyone home until practically later so why wet a bathing suit. I was floating in the consortium enjoying a nice homemade lemonade thinking sprightliness is so good. Then something seemed to be off. I thought I saw someone peeking at me. I popped off my ice-cream soda and looked around but couldn't see anyone. Disturbed from my peace I thought I substantially exhibitor and get planning for dinner. The consortium water supply was quick as it usually is in the summer in Sunshine State and so a nerveless cascade felt everlasting. But, for some reason it had me aching for some extra soaping on my dope, I love it when they are touched. Getting out of the shower bath I again saw a phantom, this time in the mirror. When I finally focused I could tell it was Brian. I just stood there surprised. I felt silly leaving the door wide unfold and now the poor boy would be scared for sprightliness. But then I noticed the bulge in his trousers and my humour changed. Did he like what he saw in some way ? He hadn't noticed that I saw him in the mirror and he kept staring. So I went about drying off without letting on I knew he was there. Why make him feel bad, after all it was I who left everything open.
I slowly dried my leg thinking he must be getting an eye full as I bent in battlefront of him. The thought of him seeing my ass and all got me really excited. I wondered what he must be thinking. Now when I said I would do anything for my children this was not something that I had in mind but all of a sudden it was on my mind in a big way. Judging from the bulge he was man enough. With my brain racing of cerebration of being my son's sex object I slowly went about drying and applying lotion to my entire body, making for sure he had a view of everything. As I turned to direct toward him in the sleeping room where I had my clothes I saw he was gone. Honestly, I was a little thwarted. I thought I could just walk in and face myself to his hard cock.

I began to get dressed noticing my panties I had taken off before swimming were missing. I put on unclouded apparel and thought I should shed by his room and see him to be sure he was ok. As I approached I heard him moaning and immediately knew what he must be doing. I felt a certain feminine superbia. I slowly approached his threshold, cracked open slightly, and this sentence I peeked on him. I wish I could say my motherly instinct kicked in and seeing him jerking off with my soil panties wrapped around his cock had me jump into maternal action, but actually the diametric happened. I stood there mesmerized by how strong and big he was and how much he seemed to enjoy my panties. In almost an instant he was rewrapping his tool so that my scanty crotch was over the slit and jet after jet of spermatozoon pressed into my panties like a condom. I couldn't believe how many sentence his cock jerked and squirted. He stopped holding it and just let it squirt on its own and even with the panties over the promontory I could still see his school principal swell up before squirting. I didn't realized I had put my own bridge player inside my pants and was rubbing my thick pussy lips. His cumming surprised me into squeaking out a sound. Before he could look in my direction I disappeared back to the kitchen and pretended to be working on dinner party.

I tried to distract myself from what I had just witnessed by peeling onion plant and cutting carrots for a fret but it was not working. At that moment Brian ran past tense and said,"hey mom, I am meeting Joey. I will be back soon."

Now knowing I was alone I just had to get in my bed and realize myself cum. I went to my elbow room, this time I was sure to close and lock the door. I dropped my trouser and pantie when I noticed my old panty were back on top of the shackle. I couldn't believe it, he just came in them and put them back. I picked them up still warm up with his cum. I was acting out of a aroused automatic trance. I brought the panties to my nose and inhaled his scent. It really turned me on. I stuck out my natural language and tasted his cream in the crotch and felt a shiver run through me as I did. Not really knowing why I stepped one leg in and then the other and pulled the panties up and stringent, pressing the crotch into my already wet pussy lips. I thought wow feeling at the camel toe image, I never had one before but I thought Brian would be so proud. I laid in bed in just the pantie and pressed between my rim, beginning a circular motion, the warm cream spreading up inside me. I thought for an instant his seed could impregnate me this way but forgot that intellection when the pleasure began to build. I was ready for a cum, between the skinny dipping, the soapy boob gambol in the exhibitioner, Brian watching me naked and seeing him cum in my pantie I knew I was going to be fast and big. And was it ever. I hardly ever make noise masturbating but I was screaming like a slut with a gumshoe in every pickle ( and I still can't believe that was an image in my head. )

I was sure I added caboodle more cum to the soaked scanty and I just had to lay there regaining my breath. It was incredible to make our combined pick stuck to my puss. I didn't want to take them off. So I didn't. I decided it would be better not to have on pants and pulled out a sundress. I hated putting on a bra but in this attire I would suffer looked like a horny slut for sure enough without one. When I could finally stand I went back to the kitchen and continued cooking.

It wasn't long before Brian returned from his visit with Joey his friend. As I saw him it suddenly occurred to me that if he got a glimpse at my panties he would know that I knew. And for some reason I really felt like I wanted him to see them and know what he did it is ok. In fact more than ok, I really liked it.

He was chatting like himself, telling me what he had done during the day and I just tried to stay busybodied cooking. He was sitting in a chair at the tabular array behind me and I was standing in front man of the sink. I dropped the leech on the floor and without thinking bent-grass to pick it up. My apparel must suffer raised gamy than I planned because as I was bent he stopped talking. I felt the hardening cum stretchiness across my pussy mouth and now dickhead and could only suppose what I must look like from butt. When he didn't say anything more I stood and turned to see him and was surprised again by the bulge in his drawers. He had a have a go at it look in his eyes and I am sure he caught me staring. I was sure what I had done since he left was well known to his hormonal head. But almost as if teasing me, he stood and said"well mom you better get back to what you were doing, I don't want to be a distraction."and he went off to his room. Somehow him telling me what to do find exciting.
I felt so convicted of being a slut. What was I thinking ? He is a total beguilement. I was acting like a ruttish little teen who wanted to be naked with him and it was all I could think about. Except, I wondered where was my guilt, it all felt too unspoiled and too normal, mother - son.

I needed to know what he was doing and cabbage off to his room. Peeking through the crack for the 2d time today there he was again, hard, pointing straight in the air his hired man rubbing up and down. He had to be twice as long as his forefather and it looked like a piece of slip bouncing on his body. It took all my strong suit to not run in and chute on him, which somehow I felt he wanted me to do. This prison term when he squirted his sperm cell I saw the whole thing. It jumped high off his organic structure shooting over his top dog on the pillow. His cock head teacher swelling up with each squirt. I counted as he shot and there was xii squirt of spermatozoan. His new cum brought alive the cum in my step-in and they were now soaked all over again. At that moment someone let the family dog inside and he went sniffing between my legs. I forgot about my smell and figured I better scavenge up. Everyone was coming home and I would cause to try and act like a mother again. I was afraid it was going to be a tenacious unmanageable even in our family home.

The evening seemed a little charged for me. With the family around the dinner table Brian seemed his regular ego. But every now and then he would yield me a knowing look. I was still flying from what I had seen and done and running through a plan in my judgment on how to record myself to him again.

After dinner everyone went their furcate way, my husband had to go back to the office. When I was indisputable the lady friend had gone to bed I went in for another much needed shower. This time I left the door open on purpose. As before I left my apparel, panties and bra on top of the hamper in my room and stepped in the master key bath. As I turned on the shower I saw his shadow and knew he would be watching. I took my time behind the shower curtain trying to put on as much of a shadow show as possible, soaping and washing all those private sphere much longer than I needed. I think I saw him abuse right into the bathroom but when I shut off the water and pulled back the curtain the room was empty.

Again, I dried slowly and applied lotion seeing him behind me in my small make up mirror. He again had my step-in in his hand and kept bringing them to his nose. Although they were new scanty they still had both of our smell from the afternoon. Seeing him turned on with our combined savour was extremely exciting for me. To feature one of my most favorite people in the universe excited by me was making me need to rise him. But I also didn't want to scare him off. I continued to act like I did not hump he was there but was slowly seducing him by touching myself and moaning, not overtly masturbating but certainly making myself wet. He stayed the full metre I dried and applied body lotion. When I turned to figure my room he was gone, along with my panties. I quickly threw on a nighttime shirt and headed to peek at him. I was glad to see he was using my panties to rub himself. Like me he left the door open more than than a crack and I was able to resist across the hall and ticker. I was so turned on and apparently so was he because soon after I arrived he was cuming in my panties for the indorse clock time today.

I went back to my room and then walked out to the kitchen as if I needed something, letting him see me. When I returned the cockeyed panties were back on top of the shackle. There was no doubt what I was going to do with them. I laid in bed pressing his cum up into my kitty wondering what it would be like to have his baby. I fell asleep with my hired hand pressing into my thick pussy lip and my head on seeing Brian.

Later when my husband came to bed I was startled. For some reason he was horny, something that never happens. I grabbed him and took him in my mouth while trying to work the scanty off. Lucky he is not a dynamo in bed and I was capable bring him to the edge and let him squirt his cum on my face. I went to clean up in the bath and I saw my son ill-treat away from the door and back to his room. He must consume saw everything and I hoped he would want me to have him in my mouth.

In the morning the girls were up early and watching TV. I was still so horny and I had to do something about it. I slipped off my nightshirt and pantie and laid under the blanket rubbing my intumesce clit. As I lay there Brian came in and laid succeeding to me on the bed. I was sure he knew what I was doing but I froze. He talked about program for the day. Since it was summer his sisters were off to encamp and I was planning another pool day. He was a counselor-at-law at a computer summer camp but was saying he didn't feel like going today, and ask what I thought about him staying household ? I had a touch sensation there was Sir Thomas More too it and said yes excitedly. He leaned in and kissed me saying thanks mom and put his hands on my boobs. Two showtime in our life together. He ran out of the room saying it was going to be a great day.

After he left I couldn't finish so I went to get the girls moving, run them and beat back them to camp. When I got back I found another pair of my panties soaked with cum sitting on the hamper. I touched and tasted them and recognize he had just finished. He wanted them fresh for my recurrence. It was like he was leaving me little pantie cum notes. I put them on pushing them up inside me this time planning to establish sure he could see them up close and personal. I threw on a pool cover up, and no bra, I wanted to await like his cum slut now.

I went to his room and asked if he wanted breakfast and he jumped up and followed me to the kitchen. I put on some deep brown and got him a glass of Orange succus. Where ever I went his eyes followed. As much as I could I would twist and swank making sure as shooting he knew I had those step-in he left for me. My booby were banging around inside my cover up like a span of walkaway kitten. And I was beginning to realize the cover up didn't really cover everything up.

I broke an egg on the frying pan and went to the put the shell in the scraps disposal, as I did he came up behind me and reached around to hug me. But instead of a hug his manus went on my breast. He searched them and felt the hard nipples, roughly squeezing them in his finger's breadth. I let out a scream of exhilaration. It must have scared because he stopped and reflexively I said `` Sir Thomas More please '' and thankfully he did it more.

I suddenly realized his bare severely cock was bouncing around on my ass rubbing up against those scanty. I pushed back against him cursing that I had those panties on now, tying desperately to push them down. But they we stuck to me. I pulled them down in the cover and felt his hard shaft rub up the crack cocaine of my ass. Then it happened, he began squirting stream after stream of cum up the crack and halfway up my dorsum. I moved my hand to my pussy and felt my vagina flood those panty more.

Everything happened so fast the egg wasn't even finished preparation. I turned off the chain and dropped to my knees grabbing his putz before he would run away. I took it in my handwriting and felt it for the number 1 clip. It was as unvoiced as it looked, still, and the head was still swollen. I leaned in and licked it like a tootsie and held unto his lump. I turned on my hands and knees and looked tail end at him and said please.

He dropped to his human knee, pulled those cum soaked step-in off and skid all the way, in one very oceanic abyss CVA. I never felt anything so big interior me as him. He pumped in and out like he had been fucking for one hundred days and each cam stroke drove me more and more insane. He kept going and going and I was one big nerve exploding a thousand times. I was screaming his figure, begging him to screw me harder and more and telling him how often I loved him. I don't know how he learned it but he started slapping my ass as he fucked me and I loved it. I dropped my face to the floor and was a muddle, drooling and moaning and begging.

Brian fucked me good that morning, he also discovered that he was in heraldic bearing. .