I was shocked. I was just picking up wearing apparel for the laundry when I found a pair of my panties 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 Same thing when I found my Mom 's panties under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual legal action with my brother, 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 eighteen and a elderly 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 precaution of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin cloth in my hand. My black step-in. Covered in dry out cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of clock time from when I loaned out my panties to my brother.

I pulled them up to my nuzzle and sniffed. No real odor, other than being moldy 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 panties and let my psyche wander to twenty-four hours gone by. Thinking about the time I had first watched my brother masturbate in front man of me. Those memories stirred strong feelings if you know what I mean. I began to question about my son. I wondered what his turncock looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell my panties or wrap them around his cock ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be upright 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 coffee. I had changed into a simple pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston last class. I do n't entail to brag but I 've held up honest over the class. My legs might be my best feature, 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 aphrodisiac. I 've also kept my hair long instead of going with the `` mommy '' spirit when the kid were born. My hubby really likes the way I 've kept my spirit. It really shows when we 're out with booster and he compares me to the other wives.

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

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

'' Well, it 's kind of hard not to discover that, '' I said from the den. `` You 're not exactly a Ninja, are ya ? ``

He came into the den with a sal soda in one helping hand and a huge gelt cookie in the former and just plopped into the tardily chairman next to the sofa. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the piece of furniture. Flopped into the hot seat is a more exact description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glimpse of him staring at my peg as he came in the room ? Perhaps my judgement was just being overactive since my find this morning. If so, why was I now stretching my stage 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 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 lease Crissa out to eat and to the motion picture and stuff. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a Henry Sweet girl and gorgeous as well.

'' And gormandise ? '' 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 coffee tree to give him a opportunity to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly smiling and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The utmost time a boy took me out to the movies ... and engorge ... I ended up going home without my panties on. ``

His mouth actually dropped undecided ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's gross ! ``

'' 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 require to remember 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 full 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 heart was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the blistering 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 trace his way from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. beginning he went to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the throne flush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could trace his steps as he walked down the short lobby to his room. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to masturbate. I wondered if he was going to use my step-in ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to recall of me when he did it ? Would he think about my pegleg 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 clothes in front of him ? Of form, in thinking this, I could n't serve but picturing it in my nous.

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 abdomen forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really weight-lift the return against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my daughter coming base from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl play took up nearly of the following half hour. I love both of my kidskin but it 's a totally different relationship between mummy and their daughters and their sons. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one thing at a time. This year he was focused only on his gradation and his girlfriend.

His lady friend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually active voice, 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 run with the dog and listen to her euphony before dinner. I went about my concern in the kitchen, getting thing prepare to start cooking. The house was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom door open and then the bathroom room access 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 shower. I had a chance to go agree under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge president listening to music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dish towel, 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 exterior of the bathroom door and could hear the water 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 elbow room a quick once-over to wee-wee sure as shooting I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different place. My ticker was beating enough to pop right through my pectus. 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 incumbrance 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 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.

rear in the kitchen, I got my breathing under control condition, and I looked at my finger's breadth. 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 trust what I was doing. I was so stimulate. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my consistency. 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 talk to him ? These thinking kept running through my mind as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and daughter. Of form, early thoughts ran through my nous as well. I was at the cesspool and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his backbreaking cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to flip some intellectual nourishment scraps into the garbage under the sink and I nearly backed rightfield into Greg.

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

I turned and smiled, `` okeh, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out loud. In my psyche 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 Gallus gallus I would stay here for dinner. Save me some ? ``

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

'' Thanks, Mom ! You 're the ripe ! '' he said as he started to catch his thing and go.

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

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and leave, but what he did surprised the pit 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 buttock. I could smell out how cleanse and manly he was in that quick second of his back talk brushing against my cheek.

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

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

My face was flushed. I could experience my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm turn on. Sexually excited, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't enshroud it. `` garden pink neck opening equals wet slit, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to calm down before my daughter or husband came inside and questioned why my neck opening was all pink. I put a wet dishrag against my neck opening and then focused on my cooking, hoping it would all make for out.

We had a overnice dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her bodily process and then we all watched a picture together. Friday Night usually did n't lowest too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer game on Saturday 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 play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work his target off and still bump time for the kids. I rubbed his rachis and then curled up future to him until he fell asleep.

I however was encompassing awake. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my head to state my married man. When I was younger, I had protected my pal from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's pantie, and I just somehow do it I 'd protect my son as well.

I finally gave up on eternal rest just before midnight. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the den to determine some telly. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nothing on the wild side, just something silky, filmy, and slightly transparent. I would sleep naked if I could, but since the kids were here, I wore the least that I could get away with. I settled into the lounge and covered up a bit with one of the small cover we have lying around.

It was underneath that small mantle that I began to touch myself. My mind began to picture Greg jacking off with my pantie again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly move out all of my apparel and look on him jack off while he stared at my raw body. My pussy 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 lounge shock absorber. I was rubbing my clitoris and pinching my nipple as I thought about Greg coming home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden military group 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, I just took thing into my own workforce. 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 joy that were shuddering through my body, I slowly sat up. My step-in were soaked with my juice. 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 upstairs and replaced the old brace of step-in under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The pair of scanty I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of scanty I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

I 'd just leave alone a pair of my pantie for my son to masturbate with. My step-in. His female parent 's panties !

If someone had put a mike side by side to my affection at that moment, I would possess blown the loudspeaker of the audio system it was beating so hard. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whimsy, I took off my nightdress. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My pussycat 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 bare, stroking his huge, knockout pecker for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my hands and knees, my face pressed to the floor and my posterior in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My simple ass would have been the first thing he saw if he walked in at that mo.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my following sexual climax. I collapsed on the floor in a huffing and puffing heap of naked soma. 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 adjacent room access, but it was enough to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my dirty clothes trammel. 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 open up the fridge and grab some things and then he came back into the den.

'' Oh shit ! '' he exclaimed as he sat down in the well-fixed professorship 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 ? ``

'' for sure, '' he said between bit of left-over fried volaille. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and stuff. ``

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

As I asked him that, I shifted on the couch, allowing my robe to afford and one of my legs to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his eyes went.

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

'' O.K., '' I replied back, again with a teasing tone. `` I just wanted to make sure enough that Crissa made it home with her scanty on tonight. ``

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

I let him off the sweetener there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his hot seat. `` Maybe I like to babble about stuff, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the variety of stuff and nonsense my son is doing. ``

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

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

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

'' You mean when you said the last-place metre a guy talked to you about clobber, 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 centre again, and then turned and went to bed .