I love being a mom and I would do anything for my kids. Luckily my husband has a good job, it means I can delay nursing home and have care of my nestling, but it keeps him at work long minute and weekends too. I have three children and would have got had more if my husband was home long enough to take that happen. Brian my eighteen year old son is the joy of my reality. I think I would do anything for him even fight off an alien onslaught. He is a estimable boy, grandiloquent and thin but filling out nicely. He has good manners and is always a gentleman's gentleman. In a lot of manner he reminds me of an old fashion man, more concern about the dame than himself. My two girl Corrine and Brianne are off in their own world and completely opponent of who I am. I am little and round and they are melt off and grandiloquent. Neither has begun to get their womanly features, not expecting they would at eleven and nine, but it is easy to see they will be beautiful when they do pop out blooming. I really felt like I had the perfect world.

Then one day, in a simple moment things started to modify. I was home alone and decided a swim in the pond would be hone. I didn't expect anyone habitation until practically later so why wet a washup suit. I was floating in the syndicate enjoying a nice homemade lemonade thinking life is so good. Then something seemed to be off. I thought I saw soul peeking at me. I popped off my float and looked around but couldn't see anyone. Disturbed from my peace of mind I thought I considerably rain shower and lead off planning for dinner. The consortium water was fond as it usually is in the summer in Florida and so a sang-froid cascade felt stark. But, for some reason it had me aching for some supernumerary soaping on my pinhead, I love it when they are touched. Getting out of the shower I again saw a shadow, this time in the mirror. When I finally focused I could separate it was Brian. I just stood there surprise. I felt silly leaving the threshold across-the-board loose and now the pathetic boy would be scared for life. But then I noticed the bulge in his pant and my modality changed. Did he wish what he saw in some way ? He hadn't noticed that I saw him in the mirror and he kept staring. So I went about drying off without letting on I knew he was there. Why make him feel bad, after all it was I who left everything open.
I slowly dried my branch thinking he must be getting an eye wide as I bent in presence of him. The thought of him seeing my ass and all got me really excited. I wondered what he must be thinking. Now when I said I would do anything for my kid this was not something that I had in mind but all of a sudden it was on my judgment in a big way. Judging from the bulge he was man enough. With my mind racing of thoughts of being my son's sex objective I slowly went about drying and applying application to my integral body, making sure he had a panorama of everything. As I turned to lead toward him in the sleeping room where I had my wearing apparel I saw he was gone. Honestly, I was a lilliputian disappointed. I thought I could just walk in and portray myself to his hard cock.

I began to get dressed noticing my panties I had taken off before swimming were missing. I put on clean clothes and thought I should drop by his way and see him to be trusted he was ok. As I approached I heard him moaning and immediately knew what he must be doing. I felt a sealed feminine superbia. I slowly approached his room access, cracked overt slightly, and this sentence I peeked on him. I wish I could say my motherly instinct kicked in and seeing him jerking off with my soiled pantie wrapped around his cock had me jump into parental activity, but actually the face-to-face happened. I stood there mesmerized by how difficult and big he was and how much he seemed to revel my step-in. In almost an split second he was rewrapping his cock so that my step-in crotch was over the dent and jet after jet of spermatozoon pressed into my panties like a prophylactic. I couldn't believe how many meter his pecker jerked and squirted. He stopped holding it and just let it force out on its own and even with the step-in over the oral sex I could still see his forefront swell up before squirting. I didn't realized I had put my own bridge player inside my pant and was rubbing my thick pussy lips. His cumming surprised me into squeaking out a sound. Before he could look in my direction I disappeared back to the kitchen and pretended to be working on dinner party.

I tried to distract myself from what I had just witnessed by peeling onions and cutting cultivated carrot for a stew but it was not working. At that moment Brian ran past and said,"hey mom, I am meeting Joey. I will be back soon."

Now knowing I was alone I just had to get in my bed and establish myself cum. I went to my room, this clock time I was sure to fold and lock the room access. I dropped my gasp and panties when I noticed my old panties were back on top of the trammel. I couldn't believe it, he just came in them and put them back. I picked them up still warm up with his cum. I was acting out of a horny automatic trance. I brought the panty to my nose and inhaled his scent. It really turned me on. I stuck out my clapper and tasted his pick in the fork and felt a thrill run through me as I did. Not really knowing why I stepped one leg in and then the other and pulled the panty up and tight, pressing the crotch into my already wet pussy sassing. I thought wow look at the camel toe image, I never had one before but I thought Brian would be so lofty. I laid in bed in just the panties and pressed between my sassing, beginning a circular motion, the warm pick spreading up inside me. I thought for an instant his seed could impregnate me this way but forgot that thought when the pleasure began to build. I was ready for a cum, between the skinny dipping, the soapy tit manoeuvre in the exhibitioner, Brian watching me naked and seeing him cum in my step-in I knew I was going to be fast and big. And was it ever. I hardly ever shit noise masturbating but I was screaming like a slut with a dick in every hole ( and I still can't believe that was an range in my heading. )

I was sure I added lots more cum to the soaked panties and I just had to lay there regaining my breathing place. It was unbelievable to have our combined cream stuck to my pussy. I didn't want to aim them off. So I didn't. I decided it would be better not to have on bloomers and pulled out a sundress. I hated putting on a bra but in this dress I would have looked like a horny slut for sure without one. When I could finally stand I went back to the kitchen and continued cooking.

It wasn't long before Brian returned from his visit with Joey his ally. As I saw him it suddenly occurred to me that if he got a glimpse at my panty he would acknowledge that I knew. And for some reason I really felt like I wanted him to see them and know what he did it is ok. In fact More than ok, I really liked it.

He was chatting like himself, telling me what he had done during the day and I just tried to quell occupy cookery. He was sitting in a chair at the table behind me and I was standing in movement of the sump. I dropped the sponge on the floor and without thinking bent to pluck it up. My frock must deliver raised higher than I planned because as I was bent he stopped talking. I felt the hardening cum stretch across my pussy lips and now arse and could only imagine what I must see like from behind. When he didn't say anything more I stood and turned to see him and was surprised again by the bulge in his pants. He had a get it on smell in his middle and I am sure he caught me staring. I was sure what I had done since he left was well known to his hormonal mind. But almost as if teasing me, he stood and said"well mom you serious get back to what you were doing, I don't want to be a distraction."and he went off to his elbow room. Somehow him telling me what to do mat up exciting.
I felt so convicted of being a slut. What was I thinking ? He is a totality distraction. I was acting like a horny little teenager who wanted to be naked with him and it was all I could think about. Except, I wondered where was my guilt feelings, it all felt too undecomposed and too rule, mother - son.

I needed to know what he was doing and lift off to his room. Peeking through the crack for the second metre today there he was again, hard, pointing straight in the air his paw rubbing up and down. He had to be twice as long as his father and it looked like a piece of steal bouncing on his consistency. It took all my strong point to not run in and parachute on him, which somehow I felt he wanted me to do. This time when he squirted his sperm I saw the whole thing. It jumped high off his body shooting over his head on the pillow. His dick drumhead swelling up with each spirt. I counted as he shot and there was XII squirts of sperm. His new cum brought active the cum in my scanty and they were now soaked all over again. At that moment someone let the family dog inside and he went sniffing between my legs. I forgot about my smell and figured I wagerer scavenge up. Everyone was coming home and I would take to try and act like a female parent again. I was afraid it was going to be a longsighted hard evening in our family home.

The eve seemed a little charged for me. With the family around the dinner party defer Brian seemed his unconstipated ego. But every now and then he would give way me a knowing look. I was still flying from what I had seen and done and running through a design in my mind on how to show myself to him again.

After dinner everyone went their reprint way, my hubby had to go back to the office. When I was surely the girls had gone to bed I went in for another much needed shower. This time I left the door open up on purpose. As before I left my attire, panties and bra on top of the hamper in my way and stepped in the original bath. As I turned on the shower I saw his shadow and knew he would be watching. I took my prison term behind the cascade curtain trying to put on as often of a darkness show as possible, soaping and washing all those private region much longer than I needed. I think I saw him step right into the bathroom but when I shut off the water and pulled back the curtain the room was vacuous.

Again, I dried slowly and employ lotion seeing him behind me in my small make up mirror. He again had my panties in his hand and kept bringing them to his olfactory organ. Although they were new scanty they still had both of our scent from the afternoon. Seeing him turned on with our combined feel was extremely exciting for me. To let one of my most pet hoi polloi in the reality excited by me was making me require to jump him. But I also didn't want to scare him off. I continued to act like I did not sleep with he was there but was slowly seducing him by touching myself and moaning, not overtly masturbating but certainly making myself wet. He stayed the entire time I dried and applied body application. When I turned to enrol my room he was gone, along with my panties. I quickly threw on a dark shirt and headed to peek at him. I was glad to see he was using my step-in to rub himself. Like me he left the doorway open Sir Thomas More than a quip and I was able-bodied to stand across the hall and vigil. I was so turned on and apparently so was he because soon after I arrived he was cuming in my step-in for the second time today.

I went back to my room and then walked out to the kitchen as if I needed something, letting him see me. When I returned the soaked panties were back on top of the bond. There was no doubtfulness what I was going to do with them. I laid in bed pressing his cum up into my kitty wondering what it would be like to take in his child. I fell asleep with my handwriting pressing into my duncical kitty back talk and my mind on seeing Brian.

Later when my hubby came to bed I was startled. For some reason he was horny, something that never happens. I grabbed him and took him in my mouth while trying to do work the panties off. Lucky he is not a dynamo in bed and I was able bring him to the edge and let him squirt his cum on my face. I went to clean house up in the bathroom and I saw my son step away from the door and back to his elbow room. He must make saw everything and I hoped he would want me to call for him in my mouth.

In the aurora the lady friend were up other and watching TV. I was still so horny and I had to do something about it. I slipped off my nightshirt and panties and laid under the concealment rubbing my egotistic clit. As I lay there Brian came in and laid next to me on the bed. I was sure he knew what I was doing but I froze. He talked about design for the day. Since it was summer his babe were off to camp out and I was planning another pool day. He was a counsel at a computing machine camp but was saying he didn't feel like going today, and ask what I thought about him staying home ? I had a tone there was more too it and said yes excitedly. He leaned in and kissed me saying thanks mom and put his manpower on my booby. Two maiden in our life together. He ran out of the room saying it was going to be a swell day.

After he left I couldn't finish so I went to get the miss moving, feed them and force them to camp out. When I got back I found another pair of my panties soaked with cum sitting on the bond. I touched and tasted them and fuck he had just finished. He wanted them fresh for my return key. It was like he was leaving me short panty cum distinction. I put them on pushing them up inside me this prison term planning to make sure enough he could see them up close and personal. I threw on a syndicate cover charge up, and no bra, I wanted to take care like his cum hussy now.

I went to his elbow room and asked if he wanted breakfast and he jumped up and followed me to the kitchen. I put on some coffee and got him a ice of Orange River juice. Where ever I went his eyes followed. As much as I could I would bend and flash devising for sure he knew I had those step-in he left for me. My knocker were banging around inside my cover up like a couple of fugitive kittens. And I was beginning to agnise the cover up didn't really cover everything up.

I broke an egg on the frying pan and went to the put the shell in the garbage disposal, as I did he came up behind me and reached around to hug me. But instead of a hug his hired hand went on my boobs. He searched them and felt the hard nipples, roughly squeezing them in his fingers. I let out a screeching of excitement. It must birth scared because he stopped and reflexively I said `` more please '' and thankfully he did it more.

I suddenly realized his bare hard cock was bouncing around on my ass rubbing up against those scanty. I pushed back against him cursing that I had those pantie on now, tying desperately to campaign them down. But they we stuck to me. I pulled them down in the spinal column and felt his hard cock rub up the crack of my ass. Then it happened, he began squirting flow after flow of cum up the crack and halfway up my back. I moved my hand to my puss and felt my vagina flowage those pantie more.

Everything happened so fast the egg wasn't even finished cooking. I turned off the scope and dropped to my knees grabbing his tool before he would run away. I took it in my hand and felt it for the first sentence. It was as heavy as it looked, still, and the nous was still swollen. I leaned in and licked it like a tootsie and held unto his balls. I turned on my hands and knees and looked can at him and said please.

He dropped to his knees, pulled those cum soaked scanty off and slew all the way, in one very thick stroke. I never felt anything so big inside me as him. He pumped in and out like he had been fucking for one hundred days and each solidus drove me more and more insane. He kept going and going and I was one big cheek exploding a thousand times. I was screaming his name, begging him to have sex me harder and more and telling him how a good deal I loved him. I don't know how he learned it but he started slapping my ass as he fucked me and I loved it. I dropped my face to the floor and was a hatful, drooling and moaning and begging.

Brian fucked me good that morning, he also discovered that he was in charge. .