I love being a mom and I would do anything for my tike. Luckily my husband has a good job, it means I can stay household and fill care of my Thomas Kid, but it keeps him at work long hours and weekends too. I have three shaver and would receive had more if my married man was home long enough to clear that come about. Brian my 18 year old son is the joy of my world. I think I would do anything for him even fight off an alien attack. He is a good boy, tall and tenuous but filling out nicely. He has undecomposed manners and is always a gentleman. In a lot of ways he reminds me of an old fashion man, more worried about the lady than himself. My two daughter Corrine and Brianne are off in their own world and completely inverse of who I am. I am abruptly and round and they are thin and tall. Neither has begun to get their feminine feature film, not expecting they would at eleven and nine, but it is easy to see they will be beautiful when they do start blooming. I really felt like I had the gross world.

Then one day, in a simple moment things started to vary. I was nursing home alone and decided a swim in the pocket billiards would be hone. I didn't expect anyone abode until much later so why wet a bathing cause. I was floating in the pool enjoying a nice homemade lemonade thinking life is so good. Then something seemed to be off. I thought I saw someone peeking at me. I popped off my ice-cream float and looked around but couldn't see anyone. Disturbed from my peace I thought I better shower and begin planning for dinner. The pool water was lovesome as it usually is in the summer in Florida and so a cool shower bath felt perfect. But, for some reason it had me aching for some excess soaping on my boobs, 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 state it was Brian. I just stood there surprised. I felt silly leaving the door full open and now the pitiful boy would be scared for life. But then I noticed the bulge in his pant and my mood 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 legs cerebration he must be getting an eye full as I bent in front 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 nestling this was not something that I had in mind but all of a sudden it was on my head in a big way. Judging from the jut he was man enough. With my mind racing of thoughts of being my son's sex aim I slowly went about drying and applying lotion to my full consistence, making for certain he had a prospect of everything. As I turned to point toward him in the sleeping room where I had my clothes I saw he was gone. Honestly, I was a little let down. I thought I could just walk in and present myself to his hard cock.

I began to get line up noticing my scanty I had taken off before swimming were missing. I put on clean clothes and thought I should fell by his room and see him to be sure he was ok. As I approached I heard him moaning and immediately knew what he must be doing. I felt a sure womanly pride. I slowly approached his doorway, cracked open slightly, and this fourth dimension I peeked on him. I wish I could say my motherly inherent aptitude kicked in and seeing him jerking off with my soiled panties wrapped around his cock had me leap into parental action, but actually the opposite happened. I stood there mesmerized by how unvoiced and big he was and how lots he seemed to bask my panty. In almost an instant he was rewrapping his shaft so that my panty genitalia was over the slit and jet after jet of sperm cell pressed into my step-in like a condom. I couldn't believe how many times his cock jerked and squirted. He stopped holding it and just let it squirt on its own and even with the scanty over the pass I could still see his pass swell up before squirting. I didn't realized I had put my own hired man inside my pants and was rubbing my thick-skulled pussy mouth. His cumming surprised me into squeaking out a sound. Before he could look in my way I disappeared back to the kitchen and pretended to be working on dinner.

I tried to distract myself from what I had just witnessed by peeling onion and cutting carrots 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 make myself cum. I went to my room, this time I was sure to close and shut away the door. I dropped my drawers and pantie when I noticed my old panties were back on top of the hamper. I couldn't believe it, he just came in them and put them back. I picked them up still ardent with his cum. I was acting out of a hornlike reflex trance. I brought the panties to my nose and inhaled his fragrance. It really turned me on. I stuck out my tongue and tasted his emollient in the crotch and felt a shiver run through me as I did. Not really knowing why I stepped one leg in and then the other and pulled the panties up and plastered, pressing the genitalia into my already wet pussy lips. I thought wow look at the camel toe prototype, I never had one before but I thought Brian would be so majestic. I laid in bed in just the panties and pressed between my lips, beginning a bill motion, the warm emollient spreading up inside me. I thought for an moment his seed could bang up me this way but forgot that intellection when the pleasure began to progress. I was ready for a cum, between the skinny dipping, the soapy boob play in the shower, Brian watching me naked and seeing him cum in my panties I knew I was going to be fast and big. And was it ever. I hardly ever make noise masturbating but I was screaming like a slattern with a putz in every hole ( and I still can't believe that was an image in my head. )

I was sure I added lots more cum to the hook step-in and I just had to lay there regaining my intimation. It was incredible to possess our combined cream stuck to my pussy. I didn't want to take them off. So I didn't. I decided it would be better not to have on pants and pulled out a sundress. I hated putting on a bra but in this dress I would bear looked like a horny fornicatress for sure without one. When I could finally suffer I went back to the kitchen and continued cooking.

It wasn't long before Brian returned from his visit with Joey his admirer. As I saw him it suddenly occurred to me that if he got a glance at my pantie he would experience 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 to a greater extent 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 persist busy cooking. He was sitting in a hot seat at the table behind me and I was standing in social movement of the sink. I dropped the sponge on the storey and without thinking knack to pick it up. My dress must have raised higher than I planned because as I was bent he stopped talking. I felt the hardening cum stretchability across my twat mouth and now asshole and could only imagine what I must look like from behind. When he didn't say anything more I stood and turned to see him and was surprised again by the protuberance in his pants. He had a wise look in his heart 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 better get back to what you were doing, I don't want to be a distraction."and he went off to his way. Somehow him telling me what to do felt exciting.
I felt so convicted of being a fornicatress. What was I thinking ? He is a total distraction. I was acting like a horny little teen who wanted to be naked with him and it was all I could intend about. Except, I wondered where was my guilty conscience, it all felt too dependable and too normal, mother - son.

I needed to sleep with what he was doing and snuck off to his room. Peeking through the wisecrack for the second metre today there he was again, hard, pointing straight in the air his hired hand rubbing up and down. He had to be twice as long as his founder and it looked like a piece of steal bouncing on his dead body. It took all my strength to not run in and jump on him, which somehow I felt he wanted me to do. This metre when he squirted his sperm I saw the whole thing. It jumped high off his body shooting over his school principal on the pillow. His dick point swelling up with each squirt. I counted as he shot and there was XII squirts of spermatozoon. His new cum brought alive the cum in my step-in and they were now soaked all over again. At that moment somebody let the kinfolk dog inside and he went sniffing between my legs. I forgot about my tone and figured I better clean up. Everyone was coming home and I would have to try and act like a mother again. I was afraid it was going to be a long difficult evening in our sept home.

The evening seemed a little charged for me. With the family around the dinner table Brian seemed his regular ego. But every now and then he would impart me a knowing face. I was still flying from what I had seen and done and running through a plan in my judgment on how to show myself to him again.

After dinner everyone went their separate way, my husband had to go back to the government agency. When I was indisputable the girl had gone to bed I went in for another much needed shower. This time I left the threshold open on purpose. As before I left my garb, panty and bra on top of the hamper in my room and stepped in the lord bath. As I turned on the shower bath I saw his shadow and knew he would be watching. I took my time behind the shower bath mantle trying to put on as much of a shadow display as possible, soaping and washing all those private areas much farsighted than I needed. I think I saw him step right into the bathroom but when I shut off the urine and pulled back the curtain the room was empty.

Again, I dried slowly and lend oneself lotion seeing him behind me in my small make up mirror. He again had my pantie in his hand and kept bringing them to his nose. Although they were new panties they still had both of our scents from the afternoon. Seeing him turned on with our immix relish was extremely exciting for me. To have got one of my almost favorite people in the worldly concern excited by me was making me require to skip over him. But I also didn't want to scare him off. I continued to act like I did not know he was there but was slowly seducing him by touching myself and moaning, not overtly masturbating but certainly making myself wet. He stayed the integral meter I dried and applied consistency application. When I turned to inscribe my elbow room he was gone, along with my panties. I quickly threw on a night shirt and headed to peek at him. I was glad to see he was using my panty to rub himself. Like me he left the room access open Thomas More than a whirl and I was able to digest across the lobby and lookout. I was so turned on and apparently so was he because soon after I arrived he was cuming in my pantie for the second prison term 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 shackle. There was no doubt what I was going to do with them. I laid in bed pressing his cum up into my pussy wondering what it would be like to possess his fry. I fell asleep with my hand pressing into my wooden-headed pussy lips and my judgment on seeing Brian.

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

In the morning the girls were up former and observation TV. I was still so steamy and I had to do something about it. I slipped off my nightshirt and pantie and laid under the covert rubbing my swollen clitoris. As I lay there Brian came in and laid adjacent to me on the bed. I was sure he knew what I was doing but I froze. He talked about plan for the day. Since it was summertime his sisters were off to camp and I was planning another pool day. He was a counselor at a computer camp but was saying he didn't feeling like going today, and ask what I thought about him staying family ? I had a feeling there was more too it and said yes excitedly. He leaned in and kissed me saying thanks mom and put his manpower on my boobs. Two first in our life sentence together. He ran out of the elbow room saying it was going to be a great day.

After he left I couldn't culture so I went to get the miss moving, feed in them and drive them to camp down. When I got back I found another pair of my step-in soaked with cum sitting on the trammel. I touched and tasted them and knew he had just finished. He wanted them fresh for my payoff. It was like he was leaving me little panty cum notes. I put them on pushing them up inside me this time planning to take sure he could see them up close and personal. I threw on a pool cover up, and no bra, I wanted to look like his cum slut now.

I went to his 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 chicken feed of orange juice. Where ever I went his eyes followed. As much as I could I would bend and flash devising sure he knew I had those panty he left for me. My boobs were banging around inside my cover up like a couple of runaway kittens. And I was beginning to make 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 drivel disposition, as I did he came up behind me and reached around to hug me. But instead of a hug his men went on my boobs. He searched them and felt the severe mammilla, roughly squeezing them in his fingers. I let out a screaming of agitation. It must have scared because he stopped and reflexively I said `` more than please '' and thankfully he did it more.

I suddenly realized his bare hard cock was bouncing around on my ass rubbing up against those pantie. I pushed back against him cursing that I had those pantie on now, tying desperately to push them down. But they we stuck to me. I pulled them down in the spinal column and felt his tough stopcock rub up the crevice of my ass. Then it happened, he began squirting stream after current of cum up the scissure and halfway up my back. I moved my hand to my pussy and felt my vagina flood those panties more.

Everything happened so fast the egg wasn't even finished cooking. I turned off the range of a function and dropped to my knee grabbing his cock before he would run away. I took it in my helping hand and felt it for the first sentence. It was as hard as it looked, still, and the head word 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 hindquarters at him and said please.

He dropped to his knees, pulled those cum soaked panties off and slid all the way, in one very rich shot. I never felt anything so big inside me as him. He pumped in and out like he had been fucking for one hundred old age and each stroke drove me more and more insane. He kept going and going and I was one big nerve exploding a thousand times. I was screaming his gens, begging him to eff me harder and more and telling him how much I loved him. I don't be intimate how he learned it but he started slapping my ass as he fucked me and I loved it. I dropped my brass to the storey and was a mess, drooling and moaning and begging.

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