I was shocked. I was just picking up dress for the laundry when I found a duo of my panty 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 Lapp thing when I found my Mom 's panty under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual natural process with my comrade, but you already know about that.

That was with my buddy, and this is my son ! I could n't conceive it. Sure he 's XVIII and a senior in high school, but he has a girl ! They 've been together for two twelvemonth and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his needs taken care of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

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

I pulled them up to my nose and sniffed. No tangible odor, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how retentive they had been there but I could n't secern by counting the dehydrated cum, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those step-in and let my judgment wander to Clarence Day gone by. Thinking about the time I had first watched my brother masturbate in strawman of me. Those memories stirred strong touch sensation if you know what I mean. I began to inquire about my son. I wondered what his hammer looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell my step-in or wrap them around his cock ? 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 sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of coffee. I had changed into a simple yoke of khaki short circuit and a jersey I 'd picked up in Galveston utmost twelvemonth. I do n't intend to brag but I 've held up good over the years. My legs might be my advantageously feature article, but the bosom and ass are n't bad at all. I was wearing sandals that have straps up to the articulatio talocruralis. I 've always found them to be aphrodisiac. I 've also kept my whisker long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' smell when the tiddler were born. My married man really likes the way I 've kept my feel. It really shows when we 're out with friends and he compares me to the former wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the theater just exploding with manliness and noise. It 's like they have to announce their presence to the human beings 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 family ! ``

'' Well, it 's sort of hard 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 in one hand and a Brobdingnagian shekels cookie in the other and just plopped into the easy chairperson 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 exact description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a coup d'oeil of him staring at my legs as he came in the room ? Perhaps my idea was just being hyperactive since my uncovering this morning. If so, why was I now stretching my ramification like a cat that just woke up from dozing in the sun ?

Yep, that 's where his eye went ! Caught ya !

'' So what are your architectural plan 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 motion picture and stuff. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet lady friend and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of burnt umber to pay him a chance to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly smiling and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The last-place fourth dimension a boy took me out to the film ... and stuff ... I ended up going family without my panties on. ``

His mouth actually dropped subject ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's flagrant ! ``

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

'' 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 complement. '' I then headed to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the box and caught my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my marrow 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 stair. He 's so loud that I can trace his track from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the bathroom. A minute of arc later I heard the toilet gush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could trace his stairs as he walked down the short Charles Francis Hall to his elbow room. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to masturbate. 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 call up about my ramification and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his resourcefulness would take over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my apparel in front of him ? Of path, in thinking this, I could n't avail 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 stomach forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really contract the counter against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to realness by the comer of my daughter coming home base from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl drama took up most of the next one-half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally unlike relationship between Moms and their daughters and their son. Jenna was into everything at schooltime, while Greg just focused on one affair at a metre. This year he was focused only on his grad and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually dynamic, which did n't explain 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 music before dinner. I went about my business enterprise in the kitchen, getting affair ready to bulge cooking. The house was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom door undetermined and then the privy door close. Soon after that, I heard the shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a New York minute. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the rain shower. I had a chance to go ensure under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge chair listening to music. I quickly wiped my hand 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 stairs.

I paused outside of the can doorway and could hear the pee running and Greg singing. My meat was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the room a quick once-over to make sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the baby's dummy of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different plaza. 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 female parent 's step-in ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger's breadth to it. It was wet and dusty. I smeared my finger's breadth 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's breadth. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a pair of my panties. I put the finger to my sass 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 consider what I was doing. I was so aroused. I could palpate how wet I was without even moving my eubstance. 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 let the cat out of the bag to him ? These thoughts kept running through my head as I began to devise dinner for my married man and girl. Of trend, former view ran through my mind as well. I was at the cesspool and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his heavily cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to throw some food scraps into the garbage under the sinkhole 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, `` okey, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out tawdry. 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 volaille ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would continue here for dinner. Save me some ? ``

'' sure as shooting, '' I told him. `` I 'll give some for you in the electric refrigerator tonight. ``

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

'' The best, '' I said, and then finished with, `` and the hottest too, right ? ''

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and exit, 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.

'' shit, right you 're the blistering Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell how fair and manly he was in that quick arcsecond of his brim brushing against my cheek.

He stepped back and looked me right field in the oculus. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to throw the tease right back. `` Have fun doing ... clobber ... .tonight. '' I told him with a knowing smile.

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

My look was flushed. I could palpate my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm charge. Sexually excited, that is. My hubby always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't conceal it. `` pink cervix equals wet pussy, '' he would narrate me.

Now I needed to cool it 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 mold out.

We had a overnice dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her bodily function and then we all watched a movie together. Fri Nox usually did n't live too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer plot 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 work to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to operate his keister off and still find time for the small fry. I rubbed his back and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was wide awake. My brain was going a hundred naut mi an hour trying to picture 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 scanty, 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 raging side, just something silken, filmy, and slightly transparent. I would sleep naked if I could, but since the Thomas Kyd 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 small blanket that I began to touch myself. My mind began to picture Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and get 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 raw dead body. My pussy was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my panty aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the couch cushions. I was rubbing my button and pinching my teat 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 powerful coming I 'd had in a patch. I do n't abnegate myself sexual pleasure, so it was n't from deficiency of sex. If my married man 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 pleasure that were shuddering through my dead body, I slowly sat up. My panties were soaked with my succus. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my finger, I started my way back to my bedchamber.

Then I stopped.

No.

Do n't do it.

But I did. I snuck quietly upstairs and replaced the old twosome of panties under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The brace of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of panties I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

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

If person had put a microphone next to my centre at that minute, I would have blown the talker of the audio 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 puss was still damp 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 au naturel, stroking his immense, hard stopcock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my hands and knees, my grimace pressed to the floor and my buttocks in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My nude ass would throw 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 sexual climax. I collapsed on the floor in a huffing and puffing heap of naked flesh. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car room access shut outside and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor next doorway, but it was decent to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old step-in into my dirty apparel hamper. 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 spread the fridge and snap up some things and then he came back into the den.

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

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

'' Sure, '' he said between insect bite of left-over deep-fried chicken. `` We just watched a flick and hung out and stuff. ``

'' There 's that word of honor again, '' I teased back. `` What form of 'stuff'did you do ? ''

As I asked him that, I shifted on the sofa, allowing my gown to afford and one of my branch to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his center went.

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

'' okeh, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tone. `` I just wanted to get surely that Crissa made it plate with her panties on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a meretricious whispering. `` Can we delight stop talking about this stuff ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' You mean when you said the last fourth dimension 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 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 .