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 forethought of my tiddler, but it keeps him at oeuvre long hours and weekends too. I have three children and would have had more if my husband was home long enough to make that occur. Brian my eighteen year old son is the joy of my human race. I think I would do anything for him even fight off an alien attack. He is a expert boy, grandiloquent and thinly but filling out nicely. He has good manners and is always a gentleman. In a lot of style he reminds me of an old style man, more disquieted about the lady than himself. My two daughters Corrine and Brianne are off in their own mankind and completely opposite of who I am. I am curt and round and they are cut and marvellous. Neither has begun to get their womanly features, not expecting they would at eleven and nine, but it is leisurely to see they will be beautiful when they do begin blooming. I really felt like I had the perfect world.

Then one day, in a simple moment thing started to switch. I was family alone and decided a swimming in the pool would be gross. I didn't expect anyone rest home until lots later so why wet a washup suit of clothes. I was floating in the pool enjoying a dainty homemade lemonade thinking aliveness is so salutary. 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 near shower and begin planning for dinner. The pool water was tender as it usually is in the summertime in Everglade State and so a aplomb shower felt everlasting. But, for some grounds it had me aching for some extra soaping on my pinhead, I love it when they are touched. Getting out of the shower I again saw a shadow, this fourth dimension in the mirror. When I finally focused I could secernate it was Brian. I just stood there surprise. I felt silly leaving the door wide open and now the poor boy would be scared for life. But then I noticed the bulge in his trouser and my mood 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 legs thinking he must be getting an eye full as I bent in front of him. The cerebration 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 minor 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 extrusion he was man enough. With my thinker racing of persuasion of being my son's sex target I slowly went about drying and applying lotion to my stallion dead body, making sure he had a view of everything. As I turned to head toward him in the sleeping accommodation where I had my clothes I saw he was gone. Honestly, I was a little foiled. I thought I could just take the air in and deliver myself to his hard cock.

I began to get dressed noticing my pantie I had taken off before swimming were missing. I put on clean clothes and thought I should drop 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 sealed womanly pride. I slowly approached his room access, cracked spread out slightly, and this clip I peeked on him. I wish I could say my motherly replete kicked in and seeing him jerking off with my soiled scanty wrapped around his dick had me jump into parental action, but actually the opposite happened. I stood there mesmerized by how hard and big he was and how much he seemed to love my pantie. In almost an blink of an eye he was rewrapping his cock so that my pantie crotch was over the slit and jet after jet of sperm pressed into my pantie like a condom. I couldn't believe how many times his cock jerked and squirted. He stopped holding it and just let it force out on its own and even with the panties over the head I could still see his head swell up before squirting. I didn't realized I had put my own hand inside my pants and was rubbing my thick pussy sass. 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.

I tried to distract myself from what I had just witnessed by peeling onion and cutting Daucus carota sativa for a stew but it was not working. At that moment Brian ran past 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 make myself cum. I went to my elbow room, this clock time I was sure to close and lock the room access. I dropped my knickers and panties when I noticed my old step-in were back on top of the hamper. I couldn't believe it, he just came in them and put them back. I picked them up still warm with his cum. I was acting out of a horny reflexive trance. I brought the scanty to my nose and inhaled his scent. It really turned me on. I stuck out my lingua and tasted his cream in the genital organ and felt a quiver run through me as I did. Not really knowing why I stepped one leg in and then the other and pulled the step-in up and tight, pressing the crotch into my already wet pussy lip. I thought wow expression 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 step-in and pressed between my sassing, beginning a flier motility, the warm emollient spreading up inside me. I thought for an twinkling his semen could knock up me this way but forgot that thought when the pleasure began to build. I was set up for a cum, between the skinny dipping, the soapy boob play in the shower, Brian watching me au naturel and seeing him cum in my scanty I knew I was going to be fast and big. And was it ever. I hardly ever stimulate noise masturbating but I was screaming like a slattern with a dick in every golf hole ( and I still can't believe that was an image in my straits. )

I was sure I added lots more cum to the gazump panties and I just had to lay there regaining my breathing space. It was incredible to have our combined emollient stuck to my pussycat. I didn't want to postulate them off. So I didn't. I decided it would be better not to let on pants and pulled out a sundress. I hated putting on a bra but in this dress I would have looked like a horny slut for for sure 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 step-in 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 Sir Thomas 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 busy preparation. He was sitting in a chair at the table behind me and I was standing in figurehead of the cesspit. I dropped the sponge on the floor and without thinking bent grass to piece it up. My garb must have raised higher than I planned because as I was hang he stopped talking. I felt the hardening cum stretch across my pussy lips and now shit and could only imagine what I must reckon like from behind. When he didn't say anything more I stood and turned to see him and was surprised again by the bulge in his pants. He had a hump 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 mind. But almost as if teasing me, he stood and said"well mom you considerably 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 felt exciting.
I felt so convicted of being a slut. What was I thinking ? He is a sum up misdirection. I was acting like a horny picayune 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 respectable and too convention, mother - son.

I needed to know what he was doing and pilfer off to his elbow room. Peeking through the crack for the second time today there he was again, hard, pointing straight in the air his handwriting rubbing up and down. He had to be twice as long as his Father and it looked like a patch of steal bouncing on his organic structure. It took all my strength to not run in and parachute on him, which somehow I felt he wanted me to do. This clock time when he squirted his sperm I saw the whole matter. It jumped high off his dead body shooting over his top dog on the pillow. His stopcock head swelling up with each squirt. I counted as he shot and there was 12 spurt of spermatozoan. His new cum brought alive the cum in my panties and they were now soaked all over again. At that moment individual let the kin dog inside and he went sniffing between my legs. I forgot about my smell and figured I better make clean up. Everyone was coming home and I would take to try and act like a mother again. I was afraid it was going to be a long difficult evening in our menage home.

The even seemed a little charged for me. With the mob around the dinner party tabularize Brian seemed his regular self. But every now and then he would give me a knowing look. I was still flying from what I had seen and done and running through a programme in my judgement on how to present myself to him again.

After dinner party everyone went their assort way, my husband had to go back to the part. When I was for certain the fille had gone to bed I went in for another much needed shower. This time I left the door open on intent. As before I left my wearing apparel, panties and bra on top of the hamper in my room and stepped in the master bathing tub. As I turned on the shower I saw his dark and knew he would be watching. I took my time behind the cascade drape trying to put on as much of a dark display as possible, soaping and washing all those private domain much foresightful than I needed. I think I saw him step right into the bathroom but when I shut off the water and pulled back the pall the room was empty.

Again, I dried slowly and put on application seeing him behind me in my minuscule make up mirror. He again had my panties in his paw and kept bringing them to his nozzle. Although they were new panties they still had both of our odor from the afternoon. Seeing him turned on with our immix flavors was extremely exciting for me. To possess one of my most favorite citizenry in the macrocosm excited by me was making me require to jump him. But I also didn't want to dash him off. I continued to act like I did not live he was there but was slowly seducing him by touching myself and moaning, not overtly masturbating but certainly making myself wet. He stayed the integral clock time I dried and applied organic structure lotion. When I turned to record my way he was gone, along with my panties. I quickly threw on a night shirt and headed to peek at him. I was gladiola to see he was using my panties to rub himself. Like me he left the door open to a greater extent than a crack and I was capable to stand across the hall and sentry. I was so turned on and apparently so was he because soon after I arrived he was cuming in my panties for the minute metre 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 soaked scanty 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 cunt wondering what it would be like to accept his child. I fell asleep with my script pressing into my thick slit lips and my judgment on seeing Brian.

Later when my hubby came to bed I was startled. For some reason he was horny, something that never happens. I grabbed him and took him in my sassing while trying to work the panty off. Lucky he is not a dynamo in bed and I was able bring him to the edge and let him squirt his cum on my typeface. I went to clean up in the privy and I saw my son abuse away from the room access and back to his room. He must have saw everything and I hoped he would want me to demand him in my mouth.

In the break of day the girls were up early and catch TV. I was still so aroused and I had to do something about it. I slipped off my nightshirt and panties and laid under the cover song rubbing my swollen clit. As I lay there Brian came in and laid future to me on the bed. I was sure he knew what I was doing but I froze. He talked about plans for the day. Since it was summer his baby were off to camp and I was planning another pocket billiards day. He was a counselor at a figurer camp but was saying he didn't feel like going today, and ask what I thought about him staying plate ? I had a feeling there was more too it and said yes excitedly. He leaned in and kissed me saying thanks mom and put his hands on my dummy. Two first gear 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 destination so I went to get the little girl moving, fee them and drive them to camp. When I got back I found another duad of my panties soaked with cum sitting on the trammel. I touched and tasted them and sleep together he had just finished. He wanted them fresh for my return. It was like he was leaving me little scanty cum bill. I put them on pushing them up inside me this time planning to make sure he could see them up close and personal. I threw on a pocket billiards binding up, and no bra, I wanted to seem like his cum loose woman 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 coffee and got him a meth of orange juice. Where ever I went his eye followed. As often as I could I would bend and flash making sure as shooting he knew I had those scanty he left for me. My boobs were banging around inside my cover up like a couple of laugher kitty. And I was beginning to realize the top up didn't really cover everything up.

I broke an egg on the frying pan and went to the put the shield in the drivel disposal, as I did he came up behind me and reached around to hug me. But instead of a hug his hired hand went on my dumbbell. He searched them and felt the severely pap, roughly squeezing them in his finger. I let out a screaming of excitement. It must have scared because he stopped and reflexively I said `` 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 back and felt his hard cock rub up the crack of my ass. Then it happened, he began squirting flow after current of cum up the crack and halfway up my rachis. I moved my bridge player to my pussy and felt my vagina flood those panties more.

Everything happened so fast the egg wasn't even finished cooking. I turned off the kitchen stove and dropped to my genu grabbing his rooster before he would run away. I took it in my hand and felt it for the outset time. It was as hard as it looked, still, and the head was still swollen. I leaned in and licked it like a tootsie and held unto his ball. I turned on my hands and stifle and looked behind at him and said please.

He dropped to his knees, pulled those cum soaked pantie off and slew all the way, in one very deep stroke. I never felt anything so big inside me as him. He pumped in and out like he had been fucking for one hundred days and each CVA drove me more than and more insane. He kept going and going and I was one big heart exploding a thousand times. I was screaming his figure, begging him to be intimate me harder and more and telling him how a lot 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 typeface to the story and was a mess, drooling and moaning and begging.

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