I was shocked. I was just picking up apparel for the washing when I found a twain of my pantie 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 comrade 's bed. That had led to a lot of intimate action with my brother, but you already know about that.

That was with my blood brother, and this is my son ! I could n't conceive it. Sure he 's eighteen and a senior 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 care of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my helping hand. My black panty. Covered in dried cum grime. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of times from when I loaned out my panty to my sidekick.

I pulled them up to my nose and sniffed. No real odour, early than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how foresightful they had been there but I could n't tell apart by counting the dried semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panties and let my thinker wander to days gone by. Thinking about the meter I had first watched my brother masturbate in strawman of me. Those memories stirred stiff feelings 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 panties or wrap them around his hammer ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be estimable 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 umber. I had changed into a childlike pair of khaki shorts and a jersey I 'd picked up in Galveston conclusion yr. I do n't think of to bluster but I 've held up good over the eld. 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 articulatio talocruralis. I 've always found them to be aphrodisiacal. I 've also kept my hairsbreadth long instead of going with the `` mom '' feeling when the tiddler were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my looks. It really shows when we 're out with admirer and he compares me to the other wives.

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

'' Well, it 's sort of concentrated not to notice 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 hand and a immense sugar cookie in the other and just plopped into the easily hot seat next to the sofa. 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 glimpse of him staring at my stage as he came in the room ? Perhaps my mind was just being hyperactive since my find this morning. If so, why was I now stretching my pegleg 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 cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the flick and stuff. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet little girl and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of coffee berry to turn over him a chance to register what I 'd said.

'' Mom ... you know what I mean, '' he stammered. `` We 'll probably just drop the ball off, hang around, and hooey. ''

I looked over at him with a sly smile and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The survive time a boy took me out to the movies ... and lug ... I ended up going dwelling house without my panties on. ``

His mouth actually dropped give ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's arrant ! ``

'' 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 region. 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 full complement. '' I then headed to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the street corner and bewitch 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 hound his track from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the can. A minute later I heard the toilet rush and the gurgle of the pipage. After that, I could follow his tone as he walked down the dead hall to his room. Then his door 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 think about my legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagination would take over and he would believe about me slowly stripping off my wearing apparel in front of him ? Of track, in thinking this, I could n't help but picturing it in my nous.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a scene where I would be slowly removing my apparel 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 press the counter against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my girl coming menage from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage little girl drama took up near of the adjacent half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally different relationship between ma and their daughter 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 score and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually active, which did n't explain why he needed my panties. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't remember 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 occupation in the kitchen, getting things cook to get cooking. The sign of the zodiac was smooth again and I heard Greg 's bedchamber room access unresolved and then the bathroom door close. Soon after that, I heard the shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a news bulletin. Greg had been upstairs in his elbow room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a hazard to go stop under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the couch chairwoman listening to medicine. I quickly wiped my hand on a dishtowel, and leaned over and undid the tie beam on my sandals. I kicked them off and like a suburban ninja Mom, I slowly but quickly crept up the steps.

I paused outside of the bathroom doorway and could hear the water running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my poke as I slipped into his sleeping room. I gave the room a speedy look-over to make trusted I did n't mess up anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different place. My kernel 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 Mother 's step-in ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger 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.

Back in the kitchen, I got my breathing under ascendency, and I looked at my digit. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a pair of my panty. I put the finger to my sass and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my lip. I worked my fingerbreadth with my glossa, 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 mouthful, 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 thoughts kept running through my mind as I began to organize dinner party for my husband and girl. Of trend, other idea ran through my mind as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his heavy cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to throw some food flake into the garbage under the sink 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, `` Okay, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner party. '' That 's what I said out gimcrack. In my judgement I was wondering how long he 'd been standing there watching me ?

He looked over at what I 'd been preparing. `` Fried wimp ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would stay here for dinner. write me some ? ``

'' surely, '' I told him. `` I 'll forget some for you in the electric refrigerator tonight. ``

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

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

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and go away, 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.

'' shucks, right you 're the hottest Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the boldness. I could sense how fresh and manly he was in that fast second of his mouth brushing against my brass.

He stepped back and looked me right in the eyes. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to flip the vamp right back. `` Have fun doing ... hooey ... .tonight. '' I told him with a knowing smile.

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

My face was flushed. I could feel my cervix turn pink red like it always does when I 'm energize. Sexually emotional, that is. My married man always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't veil it. `` Pink neck equals wet pussy, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to cool it down before my daughter or husband came inside and questioned why my neck was all pinko. 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. Jenna filled us in on all of her activities and then we all watched a movie together. Friday nights usually did n't last too long at our home. Jenna always had a soccer biz on Saturday dawn 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 form his butt off and still feel sentence for the kids. I rubbed his rear and then curled up future to him until he fell asleep.

I however was wide awake. My nous was going a hundred miles an 60 minutes trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my psyche to recount my husband. When I was younger, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's scanty, and I just somehow sleep with I 'd protect my son as well.

I finally gave up on sopor just before midnight. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the den to watch some television. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was aught on the waste face, just something silky, cobwebby, and slightly transparent. I would sleep raw 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 blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that low blanket that I began to touch myself. My mind began to project Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and becharm him jacking off. I imagined each meter that I would slowly move out all of my clothes and determine him masturbate while he stared at my naked trunk. 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 sofa cushion. 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 force out that surprised me. It was one of the most mightily orgasms I 'd had in a patch. I do n't abnegate myself sexual pleasance, so it was n't from want of sex. If my husband and I were n't that active, 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 joy that were shuddering through my body, I slowly sat up. My panty were soaked with my juices. 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 on a higher floor and replaced the old twosome of panties under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The pair of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The twosome of step-in I 'd just soaked with my own snatch juice.

I 'd just pass on a pair of my step-in for my son to jerk off with. My step-in. His mother 's panties !

If person had put a mike next to my heart at that present moment, I would have blown the speaker unit of the sound scheme 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 bedchamber. My slit was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my inner second joint. 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 naked, stroking his huge, hard cock 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 bottom in the air. I was naked in my son 's elbow room and masturbating. My nude ass would have been the first affair he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in rightfield then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the floor in a huffing and puffing heap of defenseless frame. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outside and I quickly came to my green goddess. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor following door, but it was decent to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old step-in into my unsporting dress 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 domicile. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open the electric refrigerator and seize some things and then he came back into the den.

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

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

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

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

As I asked him that, I shifted on the lounge, allowing my robe to open 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 tone. `` I just wanted to realize for certain that Crissa made it dwelling house with her step-in on tonight. ``

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

I let him off the come-on there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his chair. `` Maybe I like to babble about stuff, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm peculiar about the variety of stuff my son is doing. ``

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

My eyebrows rose up with that comment. `` Oh ? You think I only did choke up back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the hold out prison term a boy talked to me about doing stuff and nonsense ? ``

I turned and began to take the air toward the chamber. I stopped when I heard his voice.

'' You mean when you said the in conclusion 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 .