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

My creative thinker flashed back to long ago. I was doing the Lapp thing when I found my Mom 's panties under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of intimate military action with my comrade, 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 xviii and a senior in high school, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two age and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his needs taken care of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my mitt. My opprobrious scanty. Covered in dehydrated cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of clip from when I loaned out my panties to my brother.

I pulled them up to my olfactory organ and sniff. No genuine olfactory property, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how longsighted they had been there but I could n't tell by counting the dried come, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panties and let my mind wander to day gone by. Thinking about the clip I had first watched my brother masturbate in straw man of me. Those memories stirred strong tone if you know what I mean. I began to inquire about my son. I wondered what his hammer looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell out my step-in or enwrap them around his dick ? Did he retrieve of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be well to be thinking about. I stood up and put the panties back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to block off thinking about it by focusing on my chore.

Around four in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of deep brown. I had changed into a childlike twain of khaki shorts and a tee shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston last year. I do n't signify to brag but I 've held up skillful over the eld. My legs might be my best feature film, but the booby 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 pilus long instead of going with the `` mommy '' look when the kids were born. My hubby really likes the way I 've kept my looks. It really shows when we 're out with ally and he compares me to the other wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the firm just exploding with manfulness and noise. It 's like they have to annunciate their presence to the humans or something. He dropped his packsack on the story and headed straight to the kitchen.

'' Mom ! '' he yelled as he opened the icebox looking for a snack. `` 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 hand and a huge sugar cookie in the former and just plopped into the easygoing chairwoman next to the sofa. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the article of furniture. Flopped into the chairperson is a more exact verbal description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glimpse of him staring at my legs as he came in the way ? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my uncovering this dawn. 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 optic went ! Caught ya !

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

He took a sting out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably contain Crissa out to eat and to the moving-picture show and stuff. '' His lady friend Crissa was a sweet missy and gorgeous as well.

'' And stuff ? '' I asked with a teasing twit in my voice. `` 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 poppycock. ''

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

His oral fissure actually dropped open ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's gross ! ``

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hot Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't want to intend 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 full complement. '' I then headed to the kitchen to protrude getting dinner prepare. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and caught my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my tenderness was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the hottest Mom around and he was watching me take the air away ! Oh my !

I heard him pounding his way up the step. He 's so tacky that I can trace his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. outset he went to the can. A hour later I heard the crapper prime and the gurgle of the tobacco pipe. After that, I could trace his steps as he walked down the short hall to his room. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to jack off. I wondered if he was going to use my panties ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to cogitate of me when he did it ? Would he think about my peg and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagination would call for over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my clothes in front of him ? Of course of instruction, in thinking this, I could n't assist but picturing it in my mind.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a scene where I would be slowly removing my dress 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 press the counter against my now throbbing clitoris.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my girl coming home from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl drama took up most of the succeeding half time of day. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally unlike relationship between mama and their daughter and their Son. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one thing at a time. This yr he was focused only on his gradation and his girlfriend.

His girl Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually active agent, which did n't explain why he needed my panties. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't think how longsighted they 'd gone missing.

Jenna went out into the backyard to represent with the dog and listen to her medicine before dinner. I went about my business in the kitchen, getting affair cook to lead off cooking. The house was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom room access capable and then the bath door close. Soon after that, I heard the exhibitor head start upstairs.

It all hit me in a flash bulb. Greg had been upstairs in his way jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a opportunity to go check under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge chair listening to euphony. I quickly wiped my hand 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 hear the pee running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his chamber. I gave the room a quick look-over to make sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the pacifier of his bed.

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

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... position of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his load onto his Mother 's panty ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and cold. I smeared my digit 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. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a yoke of my panties. I put the finger to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my finger with my natural language, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't believe what I was doing. I was so waken. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my trunk. There was n't much taste, after all it had been setting there for a bit, but I still tasted my son 's cum.

OK, so now what ? Do I do something about this ? Do I talk to him ? These thoughts kept running through my creative thinker as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and daughter. Of course of action, other thoughts 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 give some food garbage into the garbage under the sink and I nearly backed mighty into Greg.

'' Whoa, Mom ! '' he said as he jumped back. `` I was about to severalize you I was heading out. ``

I turned and smiled, `` okay, love. I 'm just finishing up dinner party. '' That 's what I said out tawdry. In my brain 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 suspiration. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would stay here for dinner party. keep open me some ? ``

'' Sure, '' I told him. `` I 'll leave 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 skilful, '' I said, and then finished with, `` and the hot too, right ? ''

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

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

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

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

My font was flushed. I could experience my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm shake. Sexually excited, that is. My hubby always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't obscure it. `` Pink neck equal wet pussy, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to calm down before my daughter or married man came inside and questioned why my neck was all pink. I put a wet dishcloth against my cervix and then focused on my cooking, hoping it would all work out.

We had a squeamish dinner party. Jenna filled us in on all of her bodily process and then we all watched a movie together. Friday Night usually did n't survive too long at our mansion. Jenna always had a association football game on Sat daybreak 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 act as with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work his butt off and still find metre for the youngster. I rubbed his back and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was spacious awake. My judgment was going a hundred miles an 60 minutes trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to separate my husband. When I was vernal, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panty, and I just somehow be intimate 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 take in some telly. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the baseless side, just something silky, cobwebby, and slightly transparent. I would kip bare if I could, but since the small fry were here, I wore the least that I could get away with. I settled into the couch and covered up a bit with one of the pocket-size blanket we have lying around.

It was underneath that small blanket that I began to refer myself. My judgment began to picture Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and arrest him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly off all of my wearing apparel and look on him masturbate 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 cushion. I was rubbing my clit and pinching my nipple 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 spell. I do n't deny myself sexual pleasure, so it was n't from want of sex. If my hubby and I were n't that active, 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 delight that were shuddering through my body, I slowly sat up. My scanty 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 panties under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The pair of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of panties I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

I 'd just left a pair of my scanty for my son to masturbate with. My panty. His mother 's pantie !

If someone had put a microphone succeeding to my kernel at that here and now, I would have blown the speakers of the sound system it was beating so difficult. 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 bedchamber. My pussy was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my inner thighs. 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 naked, stroking his huge, hard cock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my hands and human knee, my face pressed to the trading floor and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's elbow room and masturbating. My bare ass would have been the 1st thing he saw if he walked in at that consequence.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next coming. I collapsed on the trading floor in a puffing and puffing heap of naked flesh. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car doorway shut outdoors and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor next doorway, but it was enough to prepare me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old step-in into my dirty apparel 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 household. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him spread the fridge and grab some things and then he came back into the den.

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

I laughed and asked, `` Did you have a sound metre ? ``

'' Sure, '' he said between bites of left-over deep-fried crybaby. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and satiate. ``

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

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

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

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tone. `` I just wanted to make sure that Crissa made it home with her step-in on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a loud susurration. `` Can we please give up talking about this stuff ? ``

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

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

My eyebrows 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 metre a boy talked to me about doing poppycock ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the last time a guy talked to you about material, you ended up not wearing pantie ? ``

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 hooey. '' I met his eyes again, and then turned and went to bed .