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

My thinker flashed back to long ago. I was doing the like affair when I found my Mom 's pantie under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of intimate action with my brother, but you already know about that.

That was with my brother, and this is my son ! I could n't trust it. Sure he 's eighteen and a older in high school, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two years 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 stuff in my hand. My black panty. Covered in desiccated cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of time from when I loaned out my scanty to my brother.

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

I sat there holding those step-in and let my nous wander to days gone by. Thinking about the metre I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those computer memory stirred unattackable feelings if you know what I mean. I began to wonder about my son. I wondered what his pecker looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell out my scanty or enfold them around his rooster ? 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 panties back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to stop thinking about it by focusing on my task.

Around four in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the lounge in the den and enjoying a cup of java. I had changed into a childlike pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston final year. I do n't mean to brag but I 've held up good over the years. My branch might be my best feature, but the dummy 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 haircloth long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' look when the kids were born. My married man really likes the way I 've kept my looks. It really shows when we 're out with admirer and he compares me to the other wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the house just exploding with virility and noise. It 's like they have to herald their presence to the domain or something. He dropped his backpack on the base 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 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 manus 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 piece of furniture. Flopped into the chair is a more take verbal description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glimpse of him staring at my wooden leg as he came in the room ? Perhaps my thinker 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 plan for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my pegleg. `` 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 movies and clobber. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a angelical young woman and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of coffee to founder 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 stopping point time a boy took me out to the movies ... and engorge ... I ended up going home without my scanty on. ``

His backtalk actually dropped give ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's gross ! ``

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hottest Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't desire to think 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 accompaniment. '' I then headed to the kitchen to start getting dinner set. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and caught my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my eye was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the red-hot 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 retrace his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the lavatory. A arcminute later I heard the toilet kick and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could trace his steps as he walked down the short anteroom to his room. Then his threshold closed.

I wondered if he was going to masturbate. I wondered if he was going to use my scanty ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to think of me when he did it ? Would he think about my legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imaging would adopt over and he would imagine about me slowly stripping off my clothes in front of him ? Of track, 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 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 clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arriver of my daughter coming home from schooltime. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl drama took up most of the next one-half hour. I love both of my Kyd but it 's a totally different relationship between mommy and their daughter and their sons. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one thing at a metre. This year he was focused only on his grades and his girlfriend.

His lady friend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually active agent, which did n't explicate why he needed my panties. 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 medicine before dinner. I went about my business in the kitchen, getting things gear up to start cooking. The house was placidity again and I heard Greg 's sleeping room door subject and then the lavatory threshold close. Soon after that, I heard the shower starting time upstairs.

It all hit me in a heartbeat. Greg had been upstairs in his elbow room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a chance 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 hired hand on a dishtowel, and leaned over and loosen the tie beam 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 privy door and could learn the urine running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the room a ready once-over to make indisputable I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the allayer of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different situation. My bosom was beating enough to pop right through my chest. I reached out and grabbed them.

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... daub 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 fingerbreadth 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.

backbone 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 pair 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 tongue, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't believe what I was doing. I was so wind up. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my physical structure. There was n't very much gustatory modality, 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 fix dinner for my husband and daughter. Of course, early thinking ran through my mind as well. I was at the sinkhole and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his heavily putz against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to throw some food scraps into the garbage under the sink and I nearly backed the right way into Greg.

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

I turned and smiled, `` okey, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out loud. 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 chicken ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would stay here for dinner. keep open me some ? ``

'' Sure, '' I told him. `` I 'll leave some for you in the fridge tonight. ``

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

'' The skillful, '' I said, and then finished with, `` and the spicy 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.

'' hoot, right you 're the hottest Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell out how fairly and manly he was in that quick secondment of his lip brushing against my impertinence.

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 jest and then he turned and left.

My grimace was flushed. I could feel my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm worked up. Sexually agitate, that is. My hubby always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't conceal it. `` Pink cervix peer wet pussy, '' he would tell 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 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 last too long at our theater. Jenna always had a association football game on Sabbatum mornings and it always came so too soon. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my married man a bit, but he was just too exhausted from work to act as with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to form his hindquarters off and still retrieve time for the kids. I rubbed his vertebral column and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was astray awake. My psyche was going a hundred naut mi an hour trying to estimate out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to tell my married man. When I was youthful, 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 goggle box. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the uncivilized side, just something satiny, filmy, and slightly pellucid. I would sleep naked if I could, but since the kids were here, I wore the to the lowest degree 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 small blanket that I began to touch myself. My idea began to image Greg jacking off with my step-in again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and hitch him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly remove all of my apparel and watch him masturbate while he stared at my naked body. My kitty-cat was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my step-in 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 mammilla as I thought about Greg coming home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden force-out that surprised me. It was one of the most potent coming I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself intimate pleasance, so it was n't from lack 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 panties were soaked with my succus. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my fingerbreadth, I started my way back to my sleeping accommodation.

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 couple of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of pantie I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

I 'd just leave behind a pair of my step-in for my son to fuck off with. My scanty. His Mother 's panties !

If individual had put a mike next to my affection at that here and now, I would cause blown the speaker unit of the sound system of rules it was beating so knockout. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a caprice, 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 intimate thigh. I walked around the elbow 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 immense, hard shaft for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my handwriting and knees, my face pressed to the level and my cigaret in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My bare ass would make been the first thing he saw if he walked in at that present moment.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the trading floor in a huffing and puffing pot 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 threshold, but it was enough to clear me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my unclean clothes hamper. Satisfied, but now even more awaken than I was earlier, I put on a robe and went back to the den. I was watching TV when Greg finally came rest home. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open the fridge and grab some thing and then he came back into the den.

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

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

'' Sure, '' he said between chomp of left-over electrocute chicken. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and scarf out. ``

'' 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 wooden leg to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his eyes went.

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

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

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

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

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

My brow rose up with that scuttlebutt. `` Oh ? You think I only did ingurgitate back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the hold out clock time a boy talked to me about doing hooey ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the last time 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 gown, but I did n't open it.

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