I was shocked. I was just picking up apparel for the laundry when I found a couplet of my panty 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 matter when I found my Mom 's panties under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual activeness with my pal, but you already know about that.

That was with my brother, and this is my son ! I could n't consider it. Sure he 's eighteen and a senior in high-pitched shoal, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two age and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his pauperization taken care of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin cloth in my hand. My pitch blackness 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 chum.

I pulled them up to my nose and sniff. No actual odor, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how long they had been there but I could n't tell by counting the dried semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panties and let my mind wander to days gone by. Thinking about the prison term I had first watched my Brother masturbate in front of me. Those memories stirred strong 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 reek my step-in or wrap them around his shaft ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be good to be thinking about. I stood up and put the panty 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 lounge in the den and enjoying a cup of coffee berry. I had changed into a simple pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston cobbler's last yr. I do n't think to brag but I 've held up in effect over the old age. My legs might be my honest feature, but the tit and ass are n't bad at all. I was wearing sandals that have straps up to the ankle joint. I 've always found them to be aphrodisiacal. I 've also kept my hair long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' smell when the Thomas Kid were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my flavor. It really shows when we 're out with Friend and he compares me to the early wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the sign of the zodiac just exploding with manfulness and haphazardness. It 's like they have to harbinger their comportment to the cosmos or something. He dropped his packsack on the floor and headed straight to the kitchen.

'' Mom ! '' he yelled as he opened the icebox looking for a bite. `` I 'm home plate ! ``

'' Well, it 's kind of punishing not to comment that, '' I said from the den. `` You 're not exactly a Ninja, are ya ? ``

He came into the den with a soda in one handwriting and a huge sugar cookie in the other and just plopped into the easy chair next to the sofa. 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 branch 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 design for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his regard from my leg. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

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

'' And gormandize ? '' I asked with a teasing taunt in my vocalization. `` What kind of poppycock are you going to do with Crissa ? Hmmm ? ``

I took a sip of coffee to return him a chance to read 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 last time a boy took me out to the film ... and satiate ... I ended up going dwelling house without my panties on. ``

His lip actually dropped open ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's earthy ! ``

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

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

I stepped into the kitchen and my substance was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the spicy Mom around and he was watching me walk away ! Oh my !

I heard him pounding his way up the stairs. He 's so loudly that I can hunt his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. beginning he went to the lavatory. A minute later I heard the lav hot flash and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could hound his footstep 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 remember of me when he did it ? Would he call back about my legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagination would take away over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my clothes in movement of him ? Of course of study, in thinking this, I could n't help but picturing it in my mind.

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 abdomen forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really entreat the counter against my now throbbing clitoris.

I was brought back to realness by the arrival of my girl coming domicile from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage lady friend drama took up most of the future half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally different relationship between mommy and their girl and their sons. Jenna was into everything at school day, while Greg just focused on one thing at a prison term. This yr he was focused only on his gradation and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually combat-ready, which did n't explicate why he needed my scanty. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't think of how long they 'd gone missing.

Jenna went out into the backyard to play with the dog and listen to her music before dinner. I went about my business in the kitchen, getting thing ready to start cooking. The sign of the zodiac was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedchamber door undetermined and then the bathroom door close. Soon after that, I heard the lavish commencement upstairs.

It all hit me in a New York minute. Greg had been upstairs in his way jacking off ! Now he was in the rain 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 music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dish towel, and leaned over and undid the necktie on my sandals. I kicked them off and like a suburban ninja Mom, I slowly but quickly crept up the stair.

I paused outside of the bathroom door and could hear the water running and Greg telling. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his bedchamber. I gave the room a spry once-over to make certainly I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the reliever of his bed.

I found them. They were in a dissimilar place. My heart 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 load onto his Mother 's panties ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and common 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 ascendancy, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a twosome of my panties. I put the fingerbreadth to my sassing and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my sassing. I worked my finger with my tongue, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't believe what I was doing. I was so steamy. I could finger how wet I was without even moving my body. There was n't practically 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 talk to him ? These thoughts kept running through my mind as I began to cook dinner for my married man and daughter. Of course, other thoughts ran through my mind as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his surd prick against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to discombobulate some intellectual nourishment refuse 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, beloved. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out trashy. In my mind I was wondering how long he 'd been standing there watching me ?

He looked over at what I 'd been preparing. `` Fried wimp ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying Gallus gallus I would persist here for dinner. Save me some ? ``

'' surely, '' 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 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.

'' red cent, right you 're the hot Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell how clean and manly he was in that agile moment of his backtalk 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 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 cheek was flushed. I could sense my cervix turn pink red like it always does when I 'm agitate. Sexually emotional, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` pink neck equals wet kitty, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to calm down before my daughter or hubby 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 form out.

We had a dainty dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her bodily process and then we all watched a picture show together. Friday night usually did n't conclusion too long at our house. Jenna always had a association football 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 oeuvre to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to play his prat off and still find time for the kids. I rubbed his back and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was all-encompassing awake. My nous was going a 100 miles an hour trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my thinker to tell my husband. When I was untried, I had protected my brother 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 watch some tv. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the wild incline, just something satiny, see-through, and slightly filmy. I would sleep naked if I could, but since the minor 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 small cover we have lying around.

It was underneath that humble cover that I began to touch myself. My mind began to show Greg jacking off with my pantie again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each clock time that I would slowly remove all of my clothes and see him masturbate while he stared at my naked consistence. My kitty 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 shock. I was rubbing my clit and pinching my teat as I thought about Greg coming home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden force that surprised me. It was one of the most powerful coming I 'd had in a spell. I do n't deny myself sexual pleasance, so it was n't from want of sex. If my husband and I were n't that active voice, I just took topic into my own hired man. 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 consistency, I slowly sat up. My step-in 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 step-in under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The pair of step-in I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of panty I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

I 'd just bequeath a couplet of my pantie for my son to masturbate with. My panties. His mother 's panties !

If somebody had put a microphone next to my warmness at that moment, I would have got blown the loudspeaker of the audio system it was beating so severely. 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 sleeping room. My pussy was still dampen 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, hard peter for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my mitt and knees, my look pressed to the base and my tush in the air. I was naked in my son 's way and masturbating. My denude ass would have got been the first matter he saw if he walked in at that mo.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the flooring in a huffing and puffing heap of naked flesh. I might possess fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outside and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbour next doorway, 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 arouse than I was earlier, I put on a robe and went back to the den. I was watching TV when Greg finally came habitation. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open the electric refrigerator and grab some things and then he came back into the den.

'' Oh shit ! '' he exclaimed as he sat down in the easy chair and noticed me. `` I 'm no-count, Mom but you scared the crap out of me ! ''

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

'' sure, '' he said between bite of left-over fried volaille. `` 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 heart went.

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

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing smell. `` I just wanted to attain sure that Crissa made it house with her scanty on tonight. ``

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

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

'' Just stuff and nonsense, Mom, '' he said back somewhat boldly. `` Just the Saami old poppycock I 'm sure you did back in the day. ''

My eyebrows rose up with that gossip. `` Oh ? You think I only did overgorge back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the lowest time a boy talked to me about doing stuff ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the go fourth dimension a guy talked to you about poppycock, 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 up it.

'' Mmm, hmm, '' I said. `` I 've enjoyed talking to you ... about clobber. '' I met his center again, and then turned and went to bed .