I was shocked. I was just picking up dress 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 mind flashed back to long ago. I was doing the same thing when I found my Mom 's panties under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual action with my brother, 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 elderly in luxuriously school, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two class and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his needs taken forethought of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin cloth in my hired hand. My black step-in. Covered in dehydrated cum grease. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of times from when I loaned out my panties to my brother.

I pulled them up to my pry and sniffed. No real olfactory perception, 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 dried ejaculate, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those scanty and let my judgment wander to day gone by. Thinking about the time I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those computer memory stirred firm tone 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 envelop them around his cock ? Did he consider of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be skillful to be thinking about. I stood up and put the panties back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to break 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 coffee bean. I had changed into a dewy-eyed brace of khaki boxers and a T-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston shoemaker's last year. I do n't signify to shoot a line but I 've held up good over the yr. My branch might be my in force lineament, but the boobs and ass are n't bad at all. I was wearing sandals that have straps up to the mortise joint. I 've always found them to be sexy. I 've also kept my hair long instead of going with the `` momma '' look when the kids were born. My hubby really likes the way I 've kept my expression. It really shows when we 're out with Friend and he compares me to the former wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the mansion just exploding with virility and noise. It 's like they have to announce their presence to the world or something. He dropped his backpack on the floor and headed straight to the kitchen.

'' Mom ! '' he yelled as he opened the refrigerator looking for a snack. `` I 'm home ! ``

'' Well, it 's sort of difficult 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 ash in one hand and a huge sugar cookie in the early 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 precise 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 hyperactive since my breakthrough this aurora. 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 programme for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my leg. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a bite out of the biscuit and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the movies and hooey. '' His girl Crissa was a angelical girl and gorgeous as well.

'' And stuff ? '' I asked with a teasing taunt in my interpreter. `` What form of stuff are you going to do with Crissa ? Hmmm ? ``

I took a sip of burnt umber to impart him a chance to record 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 smile and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The last time a boy took me out to the picture ... and stuff ... I ended up going dwelling house without my panties on. ``

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

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the raging Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't want to retrieve 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 pop out getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and bewitch my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my heart 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. low he went to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the toilet flush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could trace his steps as he walked down the short hall to his way. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to jerk off. I wondered if he was going to use my pantie ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to think of me when he did it ? Would he think about my leg and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his resource would postulate over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my dress in front of him ? Of course of instruction, in thinking this, I could n't help oneself but picturing it in my idea.

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 stomach forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really exhort the replication against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arriver of my daughter coming dwelling house from schooling. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage miss drama took up most of the next half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally dissimilar relationship between mommy and their girl and their sons. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one thing at a fourth dimension. This year he was focused only on his level and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually alive, which did n't excuse why he needed my panties. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't think back how farsighted 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 line in the kitchen, getting thing cook to start cooking. The star sign was silence again and I heard Greg 's sleeping room door open and then the bathroom doorway close. Soon after that, I heard the lavish start upstairs.

It all hit me in a photoflash. Greg had been upstairs in his elbow room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a opportunity to go assure under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge chairman listening to music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dish towel, and leaned over and unwrap the draw on my sandals. I kicked them off and like a suburban ninja Mom, I slowly but quickly crept up the steps.

I paused exterior of the lav door and could listen the urine running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my pry as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the room a speedy look-over to have sure I did n't mess up anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

I found them. They were in a dissimilar place. My middle was beating enough to pop right through my thorax. 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's breadth to it. It was wet and inhuman. 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.

Back in the kitchen, I got my breathing under controller, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a pair of my panties. I put the finger to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my back talk. I worked my digit with my glossa, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't believe what I was doing. I was so stimulated. I could finger how wet I was without even moving my soundbox. 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 utter to him ? These cerebration kept running through my mind as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and girl. Of course, other thought process ran through my nous as well. I was at the cesspool and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his hard stopcock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to throw some food bit into the drivel under the sinkhole and I nearly backed right into Greg.

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

I turned and smiled, `` Okay, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out forte. In my judgment 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 ? ``

'' 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 affair and go.

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

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

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

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

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

My face was flushed. I could sense my cervix turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm excited. Sexually energize, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't shroud it. `` Pink neck match wet pussy, '' he would recount me.

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

We had a nice dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her activeness and then we all watched a movie together. Friday Nox usually did n't live on too long at our house. Jenna always had a association football game on Saturday mornings and it always came so other. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my husband a bit, but he was just too exhausted from workplace to bet with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work his butt 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 astray awake. My intellect was going a hundred air mile an minute trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to tell my married man. When I was younger, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's pantie, and I just somehow get it on 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 television. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the wild side, just something silky, filmy, and slightly transparent. I would slumber defenseless if I could, but since the fry 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 minor blanket we have lying around.

It was underneath that small blanket that I began to relate myself. My mind began to picture Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through several scenarios where I would take the air in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each meter that I would slowly take out all of my clothes and watch him masturbate while he stared at my naked body. My pussy was sopping wet and my clitoris 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 mamilla as I thought about Greg coming home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden forcefulness that surprised me. It was one of the most brawny orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself sexual pleasance, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my married man and I were n't that active, I just took matter 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 pleasures that were shuddering through my soundbox, 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 upstair and replaced the old pair of pantie under Greg 's bed with this new duad. The duad of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The dyad of panties I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

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

If someone had put a microphone next to my tenderness at that moment, I would have blown the talker of the phone system of rules it was beating so strong. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a impulse, I took off my night-robe. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My slit 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 raw, stroking his Brobdingnagian, surd cock for me. I started to rub my pussycat again. I ended up on my hands and articulatio genus, my brass pressed to the trading floor and my fag in the air. I was naked in my son 's elbow room and masturbating. My nude ass would have been the first thing he saw if he walked in at that second.

Imagining him walking in right wing then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the storey in a huffing and puffing muckle of naked flesh. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outside and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor next door, but it was enough to have me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my dirty clothes trammel. 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 home. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him unfold the fridge and snaffle some things and then he came back into the den.

'' Oh shit ! '' he exclaimed as he sat down in the well-heeled president and noticed me. `` I 'm sorry, Mom but you scared the crap out of me ! ''

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

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

'' There 's that intelligence 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 spread out and one of my legs to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his eyes went.

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

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

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a loud whisper. `` Can we please contain 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 material, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the form of stuff my son is doing. ``

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

My supercilium 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 finis time a boy talked to me about doing stuff ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the last meter a guy talked to you about stuff, 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 afford it.

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