I was shocked. I was just picking up clothes for the washing when I found a dyad of my panties underneath my son 's bed. I sat down on the bed, holding the scanty in my hand.

My thinker flashed back to long ago. I was doing the Sami matter when I found my Mom 's step-in under my chum 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual action with my chum, 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 18 and a senior in high schoolhouse, but he has a lady friend ! They 've been together for two eld and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his needs taken tutelage of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my manus. My black step-in. Covered in dried cum grime. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of times from when I loaned out my panties to my blood brother.

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

I sat there holding those panty and let my head wander to days gone by. Thinking about the sentence I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those retention stirred secure 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 reek my panties or wrap them around his cock ? Did he call back 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 chore.

Around four in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of chocolate. I had changed into a elementary pair of khaki trunks and a tee shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston concluding year. I do n't mean to brag but I 've held up good over the yr. My branch might be my advantageously feature article, 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 aphrodisiacal. I 've also kept my haircloth long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' flavour when the shaver were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my face. It really shows when we 're out with admirer and he compares me to the early wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the house just exploding with manliness and noise. It 's like they have to denote their presence to the reality or something. He dropped his backpack on the level and headed straight to the kitchen.

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

'' Well, it 's variety of strong not to detect 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 other and just plopped into the soft professorship next to the lounge. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the furniture. Flopped into the chair is a more claim description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glance of him staring at my stage 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 plan for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a pungency out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably bring Crissa out to eat and to the motion-picture show and poppycock. '' His girl Crissa was a sweet girl and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of coffee to give him a prospect to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly smiling and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The last time a boy took me out to the movies ... and overindulge ... I ended up going home without my step-in 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 complete ? ''

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the red-hot Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't want to reckon 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 gear 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 middle was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the red-hot Mom around and he was watching me take the air away ! Oh my !

I heard him pounding his way up the steps. He 's so tawdry that I can trace his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the lavatory. A minute later I heard the toilet flush and the gurgle of the piping. After that, I could describe his footfall as he walked down the short entrance 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 think about my legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his resource would take over and he would call up about me slowly stripping off my clothes in front of him ? Of course, in thinking this, I could n't aid 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 abdominal cavity forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really weight-lift the counter against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my daughter coming home from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage young woman drama took up about of the following one-half 60 minutes. I love both of my Kyd but it 's a totally unlike kinship between mamma and their daughters and their sons. Jenna was into everything at schoolhouse, while Greg just focused on one thing at a fourth dimension. This year he was focused only on his grades and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually participating, which did n't explain why he needed my panty. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't call up 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 things set to set about cooking. The house was repose again and I heard Greg 's bedroom door loose and then the bathroom door close. Soon after that, I heard the shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a flash. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the exhibitioner. I had a prospect to go suss out 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 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 stair.

I paused outside of the bath door and could hear the water running and Greg vocalizing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nuzzle as I slipped into his sleeping accommodation. I gave the room a speedy once-over to fix sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the reliever 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 pantie ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and cold-blooded. 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 control, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a duad of my panties. I put the finger to my lip 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 kindle. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my dead 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.

okeh, 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 prepare dinner for my married man and girl. Of line, other thoughts ran through my mind as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his severely cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to confuse some food scrap into the refuse under the cesspool 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 brassy. 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 Gallus gallus ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying wimp I would stay here for dinner. Save me some ? ``

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

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

'' The best, '' 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 on earth 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 clean and manly he was in that quick second of his lips brushing against my cheek.

He stepped back and looked me right wing in the center. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to switch 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 face was flushed. I could palpate my neck opening turn pink red like it always does when I 'm aroused. Sexually activated, that is. My married man always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't veil it. `` pink neck equal 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 garden pink. I put a wet dishrag against my neck and then focused on my cookery, hoping it would all shape out.

We had a overnice dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her activities and then we all watched a movie together. Friday nighttime usually did n't stopping point too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer game on Sabbatum aurora 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 toy with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work his butt off and still detect time for the tyke. I rubbed his back and then curled up adjacent to him until he fell asleep.

I however was wide-eyed awake. My mind was going a hundred miles an 60 minutes trying to compute out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to tell my husband. When I was younger, I had protected my crony from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow bang I 'd protect my son as well.

I finally gave up on rest just before midnight. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the den to watch over some television. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the uncivilised side of meat, just something silklike, filmy, and slightly transparent. I would sleep au naturel if I could, but since the tyke 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 mantle we have lying around.

It was underneath that small-scale blanket that I began to allude myself. My creative thinker began to figure Greg jacking off with my pantie again. I went through respective scenarios where I would walk in and take in him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly dispatch all of my clothes and take in him masturbate while he stared at my naked body. My pussy was sopping wet and my button was throbbing when I finally pulled my panty 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 plate and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden force play that surprised me. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself intimate pleasure, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my husband and I were n't that active voice, I just took matters into my own manpower. 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 panties 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 upstairs and replaced the old duet of panties under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The duet of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The dyad of step-in I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

I 'd just give a twain of my pantie for my son to fuck off with. My pantie. His Mother 's panty !

If someone had put a mike next to my heart at that present moment, I would have blown the speakers of the auditory sensation system it was beating so hard. 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 bedroom. My twat was still dampen and I knew there was wetness on my inner thigh. 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 nude, stroking his huge, hard cock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my hands and stifle, my face pressed to the trading floor and my stooge in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My nude ass would give been the first affair he saw if he walked in at that instant.

Imagining him walking in compensate then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my future orgasm. I collapsed on the floor in a puffing and puffing cumulus of naked build. 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 doorway, but it was adequate to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my dirty apparel bond. 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 dwelling. 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 chairwoman and noticed me. `` I 'm dismal, Mom but you scared the shite out of me ! ''

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

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

'' There 's that Holy Scripture again, '' I teased back. `` What variety 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 middle went.

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

'' OK, '' I replied back, again with a teasing shade. `` I just wanted to do indisputable that Crissa made it home with her panties on tonight. ``

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

I let him off the hook there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his chairwoman. `` Maybe I like to talk about poppycock, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the kind of clobber my son is doing. ``

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

My eyebrows rose up with that scuttlebutt. `` Oh ? You think I only did squeeze 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 chamber. I stopped when I heard his voice.

'' You mean when you said the death time a guy talked to you about stuff, 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 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 .