I was shocked. I was just picking up wearing apparel for the washing when I found a twain of my panties underneath my son 's bed. I sat down on the bed, holding the scanty 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 action with my brother, but you already know about that.

That was with my brother, and this is my son ! I could n't think it. Sure he 's 18 and a senior in high school, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two year and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his needs taken aid of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

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

I pulled them up to my nose and sniff. No real aroma, other than being moldy from being underneath the bed. I wondered how foresighted they had been there but I could n't tell by counting the desiccated semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those pantie and let my brain wander to days gone by. Thinking about the time I had first watched my brother masturbate in movement of me. Those store stirred firm look 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 wind them around his prick ? 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 finish thinking about it by focusing on my task.

Around four in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the lounge in the den and enjoying a cup of coffee. I had changed into a dim-witted dyad of khaki shorts and a T-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston hold out twelvemonth. I do n't mean to brag but I 've held up in force over the yr. My peg might be my ripe lineament, but the boobs 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 aphrodisiacal. I 've also kept my haircloth long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' look when the minor were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my looks. 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 house just exploding with manfulness and noise. It 's like they have to annunciate their presence to the man 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 snack. `` I 'm home ! ``

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

He came into the den with a soda in one handwriting and a Brobdingnagian sugar cookie in the other and just plopped into the well-fixed president next to the sofa. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the furniture. Flopped into the president is a more exact verbal 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 hyperactive 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 plans for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my wooden leg. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a bite out of the cooky and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the pic and clobber. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet-flavored 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 to kick in him a luck to file what I 'd said.

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

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

His mouth actually dropped open ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's 144 ! ``

'' 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 vicinity. I just mean I did n't want 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 accompaniment. '' I then headed to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and entrance my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my gist 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 aloud that I can trace his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. offset he went to the lav. A bit later I heard the sewer flush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could retrace his stairs as he walked down the short Charles Francis Hall to his room. Then his room access 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 think of me when he did it ? Would he intend about my peg and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagination would take over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my apparel in battlefront of him ? Of line, in thinking this, I could n't avail but picturing it in my thinker.

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 press the counter against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the comer of my daughter coming plate from schooltime. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage little girl drama took up to the highest degree of the side by side half hr. I love both of my tike but it 's a totally unlike relationship between Moms and their daughter and their Son. Jenna was into everything at schooling, while Greg just focused on one matter at a time. This year he was focused only on his grades and his girlfriend.

His girl Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually fighting, which did n't explain why he needed my panties. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't commemorate how yearn 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 patronage in the kitchen, getting things make to come out cooking. The business firm was calm down again and I heard Greg 's bedroom door open and then the bathroom threshold close. Soon after that, I heard the rain shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a news bulletin. Greg had been upstairs in his way jacking off ! Now he was in the exhibitioner. I had a chance to go match under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge chairwoman listening to music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dishtowel, and leaned over and undid the draw 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 hear the water running and Greg vocalizing. My pump was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his sleeping room. I gave the room a quick look-over to make indisputable I did n't mess up anything up and then lifted up the quilt of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different place. My tenderness was beating enough to pop right through my breast. I reached out and grabbed them.

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... bit of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his onus onto his Mother 's scanty ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and moth-eaten. 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 condition, and I looked at my digit. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a pair of my step-in. I put the fingerbreadth to my lips 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 aroused. I could feel 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.

okeh, so now what ? Do I do something about this ? Do I talk to him ? These idea kept running through my mind as I began to organize dinner for my married man and daughter. Of grade, former opinion ran through my mind as well. I was at the cesspit and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his voiceless cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to throw some food scraps into the refuse under the sump and I nearly backed good into Greg.

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

I turned and smiled, `` O.K., dear. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out tatty. In my head 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 volaille I would stay here for dinner party. Save me some ? ``

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

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

'' The easily, '' I said, and then finished with, `` and the blistering too, right ? ''

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and go forth, but what he did surprised the hell 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 in the eyes. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to cast off the vamp 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 grimace was flushed. I could feel my neck turn pink red like it always does when I 'm excited. Sexually excited, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't cover it. `` Pink neck opening equal wet pussy, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to still down before my daughter or hubby came inside and questioned why my neck was all garden pink. I put a wet dishcloth against my neck and then focused on my cooking, hoping it would all work out.

We had a nice dinner party. Jenna filled us in on all of her activities and then we all watched a movie together. Friday nighttime usually did n't go too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer biz on Sat mornings and it always came so early on. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my hubby a bit, but he was just too exhausted from work to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to solve his fag off and still find time for the kids. I rubbed his backbone and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was widely awake. My thinker was going a hundred Admiralty mile an hour trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to tell my hubby. When I was younger, I had protected my comrade from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's step-in, and I just somehow get it on 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 telecasting. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was aught on the wild incline, just something silky, filmy, and slightly crystal clear. I would slumber 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 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 scanty again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly get rid of all of my clothes and watch him masturbate while he stared at my naked soundbox. My slit was sopping wet and my clitoris was throbbing when I finally pulled my pantie aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the sofa cushions. I was rubbing my button and pinching my tit as I thought about Greg coming home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden personnel that surprised me. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I 'd had in a spell. I do n't deny myself sexual pleasure, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my married man and I were n't that active voice, I just took topic into my own custody. 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 torso, I slowly sat up. My scanty were soaked with my juice. 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 pair of scanty under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The pair of scanty I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of panties I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

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

If someone had put a mike next to my affection at that moment, I would have blown the speaker unit of the speech sound system it was beating so hard. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whim, I took off my nightie. I was standing there naked in my son 's sleeping accommodation. My pussycat was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my privileged thighs. 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 raw, stroking his huge, voiceless dick for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my work force and knees, my fount pressed to the level and my hind end in the air. I was naked in my son 's elbow room and masturbating. My naked ass would have been the 1st thing he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in flop then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next climax. I collapsed on the base in a huffing and puffing mint of bare build. I might throw 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 future door, but it was sufficiency to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my dirty 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 home. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open the fridge and seize some things and then he came back into the den.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' O.K., '' I replied back, again with a teasing pure tone. `` I just wanted to take a leak sure that Crissa made it household with her panty on tonight. ``

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

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

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

My eyebrow rose up with that comment. `` Oh ? You think I only did overgorge back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the close sentence a boy talked to me about doing stuff ? ``

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

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

I looked back at him. I met his centre. 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 .