I was shocked. I was just picking up clothes for the laundry when I found a pair of my panty underneath my son 's bed. I sat down on the bed, holding the panties 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 activeness with my brother, but you already know about that.

That was with my blood brother, and this is my son ! I could n't believe it. Sure he 's eighteen and a older in gamey schooltime, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two years and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his pauperism taken care of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my hand. My black step-in. Covered in dried cum stains. 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 nose and sniffle. No very olfactory sensation, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how long they had been there but I could n't assure by counting the dried semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those pantie and let my head wander to days gone by. Thinking about the clock time I had first watched my Brother masturbate in front end of me. Those memories stirred hard opinion 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 step-in or enclose them around his turncock ? 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 step-in 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 unsubdivided pair of khaki shortstop and a jersey I 'd picked up in Galveston last yr. I do n't mean to vaunt but I 've held up good over the yr. My legs might be my full feature of speech, but the knocker 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 hair long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' tone 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 Quaker and he compares me to the other wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the theatre just exploding with manliness and haphazardness. It 's like they have to announce their mien to the public or something. He dropped his back pack on the trading floor and headed straight to the kitchen.

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

'' Well, it 's kind 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 huge sugar cookie in the other and just plopped into the well-situated president next to the sofa. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the article of furniture. Flopped into the chairman is a more exact description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glimpse of him staring at my legs as he came in the room ? Perhaps my judgement was just being overactive since my uncovering 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 plans for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a sting out of the biscuit and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the movie and poppycock. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a Henry Sweet daughter and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of chocolate to give him a luck to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly grin and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The finish clock time a boy took me out to the movies ... and stuff ... I ended up going menage without my panties on. ``

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

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the spicy Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't want to recollect 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 quick. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and caught 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 tawdry that I can hound his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. commencement he went to the privy. A minute later I heard the toilet flower and the gurgle of the pipe. After that, I could hound his stone's throw as he walked down the short foyer to his room. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to jack off. I wondered if he was going to use my scanty ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to call up of me when he did it ? Would he call up about my legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his vision would take over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my wearing apparel in front of him ? Of form, 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 clothes for my son while he masturbated. Unconsciously, I was pressing my belly forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really press the buffet against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my girl coming home from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl drama took up most of the next half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally different relationship between mum and their daughter and their sons. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one matter at a time. This twelvemonth he was focused only on his grade and his girlfriend.

His lady friend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually active, which did n't explain why he needed my scanty. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't remember how farsighted 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 ready to start cooking. The business firm was silence again and I heard Greg 's bedchamber room access open and then the bathroom threshold close. Soon after that, I heard the shower get-go upstairs.

It all hit me in a flash. Greg had been upstairs in his way jacking off ! Now he was in the cascade. I had a chance to go check under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen windowpane and Jenna was lying on the lounge chairman listening to music. I quickly wiped my manpower on a dish towel, and leaned over and undid the tie-in 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 bathroom door and could discover the water running and Greg vocalizing. My inwardness was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his sleeping accommodation. I gave the room a quick look-over to make for sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the quilt of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different place. My affectionateness 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 panty ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and frigidness. 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.

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 pair of my panty. I put the finger to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my lip. I worked my digit with my tongue, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't conceive what I was doing. I was so enkindle. I could sense how wet I was without even moving my 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.

Okay, so now what ? Do I do something about this ? Do I let the cat out of the bag to him ? These thought kept running through my intellect as I began to prepare dinner for my hubby and girl. Of course, other intellection ran through my mind as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his tough cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to throw some food fighting into the scraps under the sink and I nearly backed justly into Greg.

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

I turned and smiled, `` okeh, beloved. I 'm just finishing up dinner party. '' 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 crybaby ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying crybaby I would stay on here for dinner. salve me some ? ``

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

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

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

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and leave, but what he did surprised the blaze 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 raging Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the face. I could smell how clean and manly he was in that immediate sec of his lips brushing against my cheek.

He stepped back and looked me rightfield in the oculus. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to hold 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 feel my cervix turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm rouse. Sexually excited, that is. My married man always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` Pink neck compeer wet pussy, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to calm down before my girl or hubby came inside and questioned why my cervix was all pinko. I put a wet dishcloth against my neck and then focused on my preparation, 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 motion picture together. Friday dark usually did n't last too long at our sign of the zodiac. Jenna always had a association football game on Sat mornings 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 trifle with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to bring his tooshie off and still recover time for the kids. I rubbed his back and then curled up following to him until he fell asleep.

I however was full awake. My thinker was going a century miles an minute trying to fancy 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 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 learn some television system. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the wild side, just something silky, filmy, and slightly transparent. I would log Z's naked if I could, but since the kids 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 little blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that pocket-sized blanket that I began to touch myself. My mind began to picture Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through respective scenarios where I would walk in and enamour him jacking off. I imagined each clock time that I would slowly move out all of my clothes and watch him masturbate while he stared at my bare body. My kitty-cat was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my panties aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the couch cushion. I was rubbing my clit and pinching my tit as I thought about Greg coming menage and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden force that surprised me. It was one of the most hefty orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't traverse myself sexual pleasure, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my husband and I were n't that active agent, I just took topic 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 body, 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 chamber.

Then I stopped.

No.

Do n't do it.

But I did. I snuck quietly on a higher floor and replaced the old pair of panties under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The pair of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of scanty I 'd just soaked with my own kitty succus.

I 'd just go forth a pair of my panties for my son to masturbate with. My panties. His Mother 's panties !

If individual had put a microphone next to my nub at that mo, 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 sleeping room. My slit was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my interior 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 Brobdingnagian, heavily peter for me. I started to rub my snatch again. I ended up on my hands and stifle, my aspect pressed to the flooring and my rear in the air. I was naked in my son 's way and masturbating. My naked ass would suffer been the outset matter he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my following climax. I collapsed on the story in a huffing and puffing heap of naked flesh. I might deliver fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outside and I quickly came to my sensory faculty. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor future door, but it was adequate to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my muddied clothes shackle. 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 menage. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open up the fridge and grab some affair and then he came back into the den.

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

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

'' indisputable, '' he said between pungency of left-over fried wimp. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and lug. ``

'' 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 gown to afford and one of my legs to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his eyes went.

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

'' okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tint. `` I just wanted to make sure as shooting that Crissa made it home with her panty on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a aloud rustle. `` Can we please stop 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 spill about stuff, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the kind of clobber my son is doing. ``

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

My eyebrow 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 last time a boy talked to me about doing poppycock ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the conclusion time a guy talked to you about stuff, you ended up not wearing panties ? ``

I looked back at him. I met his heart. 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 material. '' I met his eyes again, and then turned and went to bed .