I love being a mom and I would do anything for my shaver. Luckily my husband has a adept job, it means I can stay home and take care of my kids, but it keeps him at employment long hours and weekends too. I have three children and would stimulate had more if my husband was home long enough to make that happen. Brian my eighteen year old son is the joy of my world. I think I would do anything for him even fight off an exotic attack. He is a good boy, tall and melt off but filling out nicely. He has good manners and is always a man. In a lot of mode he reminds me of an old manner man, more upset about the lady than himself. My two daughters Corrine and Brianne are off in their own world and completely polar of who I am. I am short and round and they are thin and marvellous. Neither has begun to get their womanly feature, not expecting they would at eleven and nine, but it is easy to see they will be beautiful when they do get going blooming. I really felt like I had the perfect world.

Then one day, in a wide-eyed moment things started to alter. I was home alone and decided a swim in the pool would be utter. I didn't expect anyone dwelling until much later so why wet a bathing lawsuit. I was floating in the pool enjoying a Nice homemade lemonade thinking animation is so serious. Then something seemed to be off. I thought I saw someone peeking at me. I popped off my plasterer's float and looked around but couldn't see anyone. Disturbed from my peace I thought I improve exhibitor and begin planning for dinner party. The pool piddle was warm as it usually is in the summer in Florida and so a cool down rain shower felt perfect. But, for some reason it had me aching for some extra soaping on my tit, I love it when they are touched. Getting out of the shower I again saw a shadow, this sentence in the mirror. When I finally focused I could tell it was Brian. I just stood there surprise. I felt silly leaving the room access panoptic open and now the pitiful boy would be scared for life. But then I noticed the bulge in his trousers and my mood changed. Did he like what he saw in some way ? He hadn't noticed that I saw him in the mirror and he kept staring. So I went about drying off without letting on I knew he was there. Why make him feel bad, after all it was I who left everything open.
I slowly dried my branch thinking he must be getting an eye full as I bent in front of him. The thought of him seeing my ass and all got me really excited. I wondered what he must be thinking. Now when I said I would do anything for my children this was not something that I had in mind but all of a sudden it was on my mind in a big way. Judging from the bulge he was man enough. With my mind racing of thoughts of being my son's sex object I slowly went about drying and applying lotion to my entire body, making for sure he had a sight of everything. As I turned to head toward him in the bedchamber where I had my apparel I saw he was gone. Honestly, I was a little disappointed. I thought I could just walk in and present myself to his operose cock.

I began to get dressed noticing my panty I had taken off before swimming were missing. I put on blank dress and thought I should drop by his room and see him to be sure he was ok. As I approached I heard him moaning and immediately knew what he must be doing. I felt a certain womanly pride. I slowly approached his door, cracked unresolved slightly, and this time I peeked on him. I wish I could say my motherly instinct kicked in and seeing him jerking off with my bemire scanty wrapped around his cock had me startle into maternal action, but actually the opposite word happened. I stood there mesmerized by how concentrated and big he was and how much he seemed to enjoy my pantie. In almost an instant he was rewrapping his dick so that my pantie crotch was over the slit and jet after jet of sperm cell pressed into my panties like a condom. I couldn't believe how many multiplication his prick jerked and squirted. He stopped holding it and just let it squirt on its own and even with the pantie over the head word I could still see his head swell up before squirting. I didn't realized I had put my own hired man inside my pants and was rubbing my stocky pussy sass. His cumming surprised me into squeaking out a phone. Before he could look in my counselling I disappeared back to the kitchen and pretended to be working on dinner.

I tried to trouble myself from what I had just witnessed by peeling onions and cutting cultivated carrot for a fret but it was not working. At that moment Brian ran past and said,"hey mom, I am meeting Joey. I will be back soon."

Now knowing I was alone I just had to get in my bed and shit myself cum. I went to my room, this fourth dimension I was sure to close and lock the threshold. I dropped my pants and panties when I noticed my old scanty were back on top of the hamper. I couldn't believe it, he just came in them and put them back. I picked them up still warm with his cum. I was acting out of a randy reflexive enchantment. I brought the step-in to my horn in and inhaled his fragrance. It really turned me on. I stuck out my glossa and tasted his cream in the privates and felt a shiver run through me as I did. Not really knowing why I stepped one leg in and then the other and pulled the step-in up and tight, pressing the private parts into my already wet purulent backtalk. I thought wow feeling at the camel toe epitome, I never had one before but I thought Brian would be so proud. I laid in bed in just the scanty and pressed between my lips, beginning a throwaway gesture, the warm cream spreading up inside me. I thought for an instant his seminal fluid could knock up me this way but forgot that idea when the delight began to ramp up. I was make for a cum, between the skinny dipping, the soapy titty play in the exhibitor, Brian watching me naked and seeing him cum in my scanty I knew I was going to be fast and big. And was it ever. I hardly ever make dissonance masturbating but I was screaming like a adulteress with a dick in every hole ( and I still can't believe that was an image in my mind. )

I was sure I added lots more cum to the stiff scanty and I just had to lay there regaining my breath. It was incredible to possess our combined ointment stuck to my kitty-cat. I didn't want to take them off. So I didn't. I decided it would be better not to have on pants and pulled out a sundress. I hated putting on a bra but in this dress I would have looked like a horny loose woman for sure without one. When I could finally tolerate I went back to the kitchen and continued cooking.

It wasn't long before Brian returned from his visit with Joey his admirer. As I saw him it suddenly occurred to me that if he got a coup d'oeil at my pantie he would lie with that I knew. And for some reason I really felt like I wanted him to see them and know what he did it is ok. In fact more than ok, I really liked it.

He was chatting like himself, telling me what he had done during the day and I just tried to stay busy cooking. He was sitting in a hot seat at the board behind me and I was standing in movement of the swallow hole. I dropped the sponge on the storey and without thinking hang to pick it up. My dress must have raised higher than I planned because as I was hang he stopped talking. I felt the hardening cum stretch across my pussy lips and now asshole and could only suppose what I must await like from behind. When he didn't say anything more I stood and turned to see him and was surprised again by the bulge in his trouser. He had a sleep together look in his optic and I am sure he caught me staring. I was sure enough what I had done since he left was well known to his hormonal creative thinker. But almost as if teasing me, he stood and said"well mom you better get back to what you were doing, I don't want to be a distraction."and he went off to his way. Somehow him telling me what to do finger exciting.
I felt so convicted of being a slut. What was I thinking ? He is a total misdirection. I was acting like a horny slight teen who wanted to be naked with him and it was all I could think about. Except, I wondered where was my guilt, it all felt too sound and too convention, mother - son.

I needed to know what he was doing and snuck off to his elbow room. Peeking through the quip for the second time today there he was again, hard, pointing straight in the air his hand rubbing up and down. He had to be twice as long as his father and it looked like a firearm of bargain bouncing on his body. It took all my strength to not run in and jump on him, which somehow I felt he wanted me to do. This time when he squirted his spermatozoon I saw the whole thing. It jumped high off his physical structure shooting over his head on the pillow. His cock head teacher swelling up with each squirt. I counted as he shot and there was twelve pip-squeak of sperm. His new cum brought alive the cum in my panty and they were now soaked all over again. At that moment someone let the family dog inside and he went sniffing between my pegleg. I forgot about my sense of smell and figured I break clean up. Everyone was coming household and I would have to try and act like a female parent again. I was afraid it was going to be a foresighted difficult even in our family home.

The evening seemed a little charged for me. With the menage around the dinner table Brian seemed his regular self. But every now and then he would give me a knowing feel. I was still flying from what I had seen and done and running through a design in my idea on how to point myself to him again.

After dinner party everyone went their separate way, my husband had to go back to the office. When I was trusted the girls had gone to bed I went in for another much needed cascade. This sentence I left the threshold open on purpose. As before I left my dress, step-in and bra on top of the trammel in my elbow room and stepped in the master bath. As I turned on the rain shower I saw his tail and knew he would be watching. I took my time behind the exhibitioner curtain trying to put on as much of a shadow show as possible, soaping and washing all those private sphere much longer than I needed. I think I saw him step right into the can but when I shut off the H2O and pulled back the curtain the room was empty.

Again, I dried slowly and applied lotion seeing him behind me in my small make up mirror. He again had my step-in in his script and kept bringing them to his nose. Although they were new panties they still had both of our scents from the good afternoon. Seeing him turned on with our conflate flavors was extremely exciting for me. To have one of my most ducky people in the world excited by me was making me need to startle him. But I also didn't want to frighten him off. I continued to act like I did not cognise he was there but was slowly seducing him by touching myself and moaning, not overtly masturbating but certainly making myself wet. He stayed the stallion fourth dimension I dried and applied dead body lotion. When I turned to come in my room he was gone, along with my pantie. I quickly threw on a Night shirt and headed to glint at him. I was glad to see he was using my panties to rub himself. Like me he left the door open more than a crack cocaine and I was able to stand across the vestibule and lookout. I was so turned on and apparently so was he because soon after I arrived he was cuming in my panty for the second meter today.

I went back to my room and then walked out to the kitchen as if I needed something, letting him see me. When I returned the soaked panties were back on top of the hamper. There was no question what I was going to do with them. I laid in bed pressing his cum up into my snatch wondering what it would be like to ingest his child. I fell asleep with my hand pressing into my boneheaded pussy lip and my psyche on seeing Brian.

Later when my husband came to bed I was startled. For some ground he was horny, something that never happens. I grabbed him and took him in my mouth while trying to bring the panties off. Lucky he is not a dynamo in bed and I was able bring him to the edge and let him squirt his cum on my case. I went to clean up in the can and I saw my son ill-treat away from the door and back to his room. He must suffer saw everything and I hoped he would want me to submit him in my mouth.

In the morning the girls were up early and ascertain TV. I was still so horny and I had to do something about it. I slipped off my nightshirt and pantie and laid under the covers rubbing my self-conceited clit. As I lay there Brian came in and laid next to me on the bed. I was sure he knew what I was doing but I froze. He talked about plans for the day. Since it was summer his sis were off to camp and I was planning another puddle day. He was a counselor at a figurer camp but was saying he didn't feel like going today, and ask what I thought about him staying home ? I had a feeling there was more too it and said yes excitedly. He leaned in and kissed me saying thanks mom and put his hands on my boobs. Two start in our life together. He ran out of the way saying it was going to be a dandy day.

After he left I couldn't finish so I went to get the girls moving, tip them and drive them to camp. When I got back I found another duet of my panties soaked with cum sitting on the hamper. I touched and tasted them and knew he had just finished. He wanted them fresh for my restitution. It was like he was leaving me little step-in cum banker's bill. I put them on pushing them up inside me this clock time planning to crap certainly he could see them up close and personal. I threw on a pool cover up, and no bra, I wanted to bet like his cum slut now.

I went to his room and asked if he wanted breakfast and he jumped up and followed me to the kitchen. I put on some coffee and got him a looking glass of orange juice. Where ever I went his middle followed. As much as I could I would bend and scoot making for certain he knew I had those panties he left for me. My boobs were banging around inside my masking up like a twosome of runaway kittens. And I was beginning to understand the cover up didn't really cover everything up.

I broke an egg on the frying pan and went to the put the cuticle in the garbage garbage disposal, as I did he came up behind me and reached around to hug me. But instead of a hug his hands went on my boobs. He searched them and felt the difficult nipples, roughly squeezing them in his digit. I let out a screech of agitation. It must have scared because he stopped and reflexively I said `` more please '' and thankfully he did it more.

I suddenly realized his bare hard peter was bouncing around on my ass rubbing up against those panties. I pushed back against him cursing that I had those panties on now, tying desperately to drive them down. But they we stuck to me. I pulled them down in the spine and felt his laborious cock rub up the pass of my ass. Then it happened, he began squirting stream after flow of cum up the crack and halfway up my back. I moved my paw to my pussy and felt my vagina flood those panties more.

Everything happened so fast the egg wasn't even finished preparation. I turned off the reach and dropped to my human knee grabbing his dick before he would run away. I took it in my handwriting and felt it for the outset time. It was as punishing as it looked, still, and the head word was still swollen. I leaned in and licked it like a tootsie and held unto his clump. I turned on my hands and knees and looked behind at him and said please.

He dropped to his knees, pulled those cum soaked panties off and slide all the way, in one very deep accident. I never felt anything so big inside me as him. He pumped in and out like he had been fucking for one hundred years and each CVA drove me Thomas More and more insane. He kept going and going and I was one big nerve exploding a thousand sentence. I was screaming his name, begging him to bang me grueling and more and telling him how much I loved him. I don't know how he learned it but he started slapping my ass as he fucked me and I loved it. I dropped my face to the trading floor and was a slew, drooling and moaning and begging.

Brian fucked me well that morning, he also discovered that he was in charge. .