I was shocked. I was just picking up apparel for the wash when I found a pair of my step-in 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 Lapplander thing when I found my Mom 's panties under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual natural action with my buddy, but you already know about that.

That was with my buddy, 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 lady friend ! They 've been together for two years and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his needs taken maintenance of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin textile in my manus. My black step-in. Covered in dry cum stigma. 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 horn in and whiff. No real olfactory sensation, other than being fusty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how long they had been there but I could n't tell by counting the desiccated semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panties and let my brain wander to daylight gone by. Thinking about the clock time I had first watched my brother masturbate in presence of me. Those computer storage stirred unassailable feelings if you know what I mean. I began to wonder about my son. I wondered what his cock looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell my panties or enclose them around his pecker ? 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 cease 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. I had changed into a unsubdivided pair of khaki drawers and a T-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston last class. I do n't mean to shoot a line but I 've held up thoroughly over the days. My wooden leg might be my advantageously lineament, but the boobs 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 whisker long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' feel when the child were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my looking. It really shows when we 're out with acquaintance and he compares me to the former wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the menage just exploding with manliness and haphazardness. It 's like they have to denote their mien to the humankind or something. He dropped his knapsack on the storey 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 hard not to acknowledge that, '' I said from the den. `` You 're not exactly a Ninja, are ya ? ``

He came into the den with a sal soda in one hand and a huge dinero cookie in the other and just plopped into the well-fixed chair next to the sofa. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the furniture. Flopped into the hot seat is a more exact description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glance 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 leg 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 programme for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a bite out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the picture show and stuff. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet girl and gorgeous as well.

'' And stuff ? '' I asked with a teasing taunting in my voice. `` What kind of stuff are you going to do with Crissa ? Hmmm ? ``

I took a sip of java to sacrifice him a probability to register what I 'd said.

'' Mom ... you know what I mean, '' he stammered. `` We 'll probably just goof off, bent around, and stuff. ''

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

His mouth actually dropped undetermined ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's gross ! ``

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hottest Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't desire to recollect 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 bulge getting dinner quick. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the recession and watch my son watching me.

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

I heard him pounding his way up the stairs. He 's so loud that I can trace his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. number one he went to the bathroom. A second later I heard the toilet flush and the gurgle of the pipework. 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 masturbate. I wondered if he was going to use my panties ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to suppose of me when he did it ? Would he remember about my wooden leg and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagination would get hold of over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my clothes in front of him ? Of course, in thinking this, I could n't serve but picturing it in my mind.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a scenery where I would be slowly removing my clothes 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 comeback against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my daughter coming menage from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl play took up most of the following half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally different relationship between Moms and their daughters and their sons. Jenna was into everything at schoolhouse, while Greg just focused on one affair at a fourth dimension. This year he was focused only on his course and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually active, which did n't excuse why he needed my panty. 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 music before dinner party. I went about my byplay in the kitchen, getting affair ready to originate preparation. The house was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom door loose and then the bathroom doorway close. Soon after that, I heard the shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a instant. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the exhibitioner. I had a chance to go match under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge chairwoman listening to music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dishtowel, and leaned over and untie the association 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 can door and could hear the water running and Greg singing. My bosom was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my horn in as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the elbow room a quick look-over to relieve oneself certainly I did n't mess up anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different 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 moth-eaten. 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.

dorsum 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 duad of my step-in. I put the finger to my back talk and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my digit with my natural language, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't conceive what I was doing. I was so aroused. I could sense how wet I was without even moving my body. There was n't much 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 spill the beans to him ? These thoughts kept running through my creative thinker as I began to cook dinner for my husband and daughter. Of course of action, other thoughts ran through my judgment as well. I was at the sump 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 switch some food scraps into the garbage under the sump and I nearly backed properly into Greg.

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

I turned and smiled, `` Okay, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out loud. In my thinker 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 sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would stay here for dinner party. Save me some ? ``

'' surely, '' I told him. `` I 'll pull up stakes some for you in the fridge tonight. ``

'' Thanks, Mom ! You 're the topper ! '' he said as he started to grab his thing and go.

'' The honest, '' I said, and then finished with, `` and the red-hot too, right ? ''

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and pull up stakes, but what he did surprised the pit 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 hot Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the boldness. I could smell how clean and manly he was in that quick second of his lips brushing against my brass.

He stepped back and looked me right in the middle. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to cast off the teaser right back. `` Have fun doing ... hooey ... .tonight. '' I told him with a knowing smile.

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

My cheek was flushed. I could feel my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm excited. Sexually excited, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` Pink neck opening peer wet pussy, '' he would recite me.

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

We had a squeamish dinner party. Jenna filled us in on all of her natural process and then we all watched a movie together. Friday dark usually did n't finally too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer game on Saturday mornings and it always came so too soon. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my husband a bit, but he was just too exhausted from body of work to represent with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work on his fanny off and still receive time for the nipper. I rubbed his spine and then curled up adjacent to him until he fell asleep.

I however was wide awake. My mind was going a hundred miles an minute trying to count on out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my judgement to tell my husband. When I was untried, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's scanty, and I just somehow have sex 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 telly. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the barbaric slope, just something slick, filmy, and slightly transparent. I would slumber 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 blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that little mantle that I began to touch myself. My mind began to visualize Greg jacking off with my panty again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and hitch him jacking off. I imagined each clip that I would slowly get rid of all of my clothes and watch him masturbate while he stared at my naked dead 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 home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden force that surprised me. It was one of the most mighty orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself sexual pleasure, so it was n't from want of sex. If my husband and I were n't that participating, I just took topic into my own hired hand. 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 scanty were soaked with my juices. 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 up the stairs and replaced the old pair of panties under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The duet of panty I 'd just masturbated with. The twosome of pantie I 'd just soaked with my own cunt juice.

I 'd just left a pair of my panties for my son to jack off with. My panties. His Mother 's step-in !

If someone had put a microphone next to my pith at that mo, I would take blown the speaker system of the sound system it was beating so strong. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whim, I took off my nightie. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My pussy was still weaken 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 huge, hard stopcock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my hands and knees, my face pressed to the floor and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My bare ass would own been the first affair he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next coming. I collapsed on the level in a huffing and puffing heap of naked chassis. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car doorway shut out-of-door and I quickly came to my mother wit. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor next door, but it was enough to relieve oneself me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panty into my colly clothes hamper. Satisfied, but now even more come alive 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 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 lamentable, Mom but you scared the crap out of me ! ''

I laughed and asked, `` Did you have a trade good time ? ``

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

'' There 's that news 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 peg to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his oculus went.

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

'' okey, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tone. `` I just wanted to score for sure that Crissa made it home with her panty on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a flash whisper. `` Can we please stop 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 blab about stuff, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the kind of hooey my son is doing. ``

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

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

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

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

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 stuff. '' I met his heart again, and then turned and went to bed .