I love being a mom and I would do anything for my minor. Luckily my husband has a good job, it means I can last out rest home and consider care of my shaver, but it keeps him at study hanker hours and weekends too. I have three children and would have had more if my husband was home long enough to micturate that chance. Brian my eighteen year old son is the joy of my public. I think I would do anything for him even fight off an alien attack. He is a good boy, tall and thin but filling out nicely. He has good manners and is always a gentleman. In a lot of ways he reminds me of an old fashion man, more disturbed about the lady than himself. My two daughter Corrine and Brianne are off in their own populace and completely opposite of who I am. I am short and round and they are thin and improbable. Neither has begun to get their womanly feature film, not expecting they would at eleven and nine, but it is comfortable to see they will be beautiful when they do start blooming. I really felt like I had the perfect world.

Then one day, in a simple moment affair started to change. I was home alone and decided a swim in the pool would be gross. I didn't expect anyone home until much later so why wet a bathing suit. I was floating in the pool enjoying a nice homemade lemonade thinking liveliness is so near. Then something seemed to be off. I thought I saw someone peeking at me. I popped off my float and looked around but couldn't see anyone. Disturbed from my public security I thought I better shower and begin planning for dinner party. The syndicate body of water was warm up as it usually is in the summer in Everglade State and so a cool shower felt arrant. But, for some intellect it had me aching for some extra soaping on my dope, I love it when they are touched. Getting out of the shower bath I again saw a phantasma, this time in the mirror. When I finally focused I could tell it was Brian. I just stood there surprised. I felt silly leaving the door wide unresolved and now the poor boy would be scared for life. But then I noticed the protuberance in his trousers and my temper changed. Did he like 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 up.
I slowly dried my leg thought he must be getting an eye full as I bent in front end 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 children this was not something that I had in mind but all of a sudden it was on my mind in a big way. Judging from the bulge he was man enough. With my mind racing of mentation of being my son's sex aim I slowly went about drying and applying application to my entire body, making for sure he had a perspective of everything. As I turned to head toward him in the bedroom where I had my wearing apparel I saw he was gone. Honestly, I was a little disappointed. I thought I could just walk in and present myself to his hard cock.

I began to get dressed noticing my panties I had taken off before swimming were missing. I put on clear wearing apparel and thought I should drip by his elbow room and see him to be certain he was ok. As I approached I heard him moaning and immediately knew what he must be doing. I felt a sure feminine pride. I slowly approached his threshold, cracked open slightly, and this time I peeked on him. I wish I could say my maternally instinct kicked in and seeing him jerking off with my grime pantie wrapped around his cock had me leap into parental action mechanism, but actually the opposition happened. I stood there mesmerized by how hard and big he was and how much he seemed to revel my panties. In almost an instant he was rewrapping his cock so that my panty crotch was over the slit and jet after jet of sperm pressed into my panty like a rubber. I couldn't believe how many times his cock jerked and squirted. He stopped holding it and just let it force out on its own and even with the panty over the heading I could still see his heading swell up before squirting. I didn't realized I had put my own hand inside my pants and was rubbing my thick pussy backtalk. 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 cark myself from what I had just witnessed by peeling onion and cutting carrots for a swither but it was not working. At that consequence 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 micturate myself cum. I went to my room, this time I was sure to fold and lock the door. I dropped my pants and panties when I noticed my old panties were back on top of the shackle. I couldn't believe it, he just came in them and put them back. I picked them up still warm with his cum. I was acting out of a aroused automatic trance. I brought the pantie to my pry and inhaled his perfume. It really turned me on. I stuck out my tongue and tasted his cream in the genital organ and felt a frisson run through me as I did. Not really knowing why I stepped one leg in and then the former and pulled the panties up and tight, pressing the fork into my already wet cunt sass. 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 lips, beginning a circular motility, the warm ointment spreading up inside me. I thought for an twinkling his seed could saturate me this way but forgot that thinking when the pleasure began to build. I was quick for a cum, between the skinny dipping, the soapy booby play in the rain 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 jade with a hawkshaw in every trap ( and I still can't believe that was an image in my head. )

I was for certain I added good deal more cum to the soaked step-in and I just had to lay there regaining my breath. It was incredible to have our combined emollient stuck to my pussy. I didn't want to take them off. So I didn't. I decided it would be better not to let on pants and pulled out a sundress. I hated putting on a bra but in this dress I would receive looked like a horny slut for sure without one. When I could finally place upright I went back to the kitchen and continued cooking.

It wasn't long before Brian returned from his visit with Joey his friend. As I saw him it suddenly occurred to me that if he got a glance at my panties he would have it away that I knew. And for some cause 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 stay busy preparation. He was sitting in a death chair at the table behind me and I was standing in front of the sink. I dropped the leech on the floor and without thinking knack to pick it up. My wearing apparel must consume raised gamey than I planned because as I was bent he stopped talking. I felt the hardening cum stretch across my pussy sass and now arsehole and could only imagine what I must await like from rump. When he didn't say anything more I stood and turned to see him and was surprised again by the extrusion in his pants. He had a screw tone 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 substantially 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 hussy. What was I thinking ? He is a entire misdirection. I was acting like a horny little adolescent who wanted to be naked with him and it was all I could think about. Except, I wondered where was my guilt, it all felt too good and too convention, mother - son.

I needed to screw what he was doing and filch off to his elbow room. Peeking through the crack for the s clock time today there he was again, hard, pointing straight in the air his hand rubbing up and down. He had to be twice as long as his forefather and it looked like a piece of steal bouncing on his consistence. It took all my speciality to not run in and jump on him, which somehow I felt he wanted me to do. This fourth dimension when he squirted his sperm I saw the unit thing. It jumped high off his trunk shooting over his head on the pillow. His cock point swelling up with each squirt. I counted as he shot and there was twelve squirts of sperm. His new cum brought alive the cum in my panties and they were now soaked all over again. At that second mortal let the family dog inside and he went sniffing between my legs. I forgot about my flavor 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 tenacious unmanageable evening in our family home.

The evening seemed a little charged for me. With the crime syndicate around the dinner party table Brian seemed his unconstipated self. But every now and then he would give me a knowing aspect. I was still flying from what I had seen and done and running through a architectural plan in my mind on how to show myself to him again.

After dinner everyone went their secernate way, my hubby had to go back to the office. When I was sure as shooting the female child had gone to bed I went in for another much needed shower. This time I left the threshold afford on design. As before I left my clothes, panties and bra on top of the bond in my room and stepped in the master bath. As I turned on the rain shower I saw his shadow and knew he would be watching. I took my fourth dimension behind the shower curtain trying to put on as much of a shadow appearance as possible, soaping and washing all those common soldier areas much longer than I needed. I think I saw him step right into the bath but when I shut off the piddle and pulled back the curtain the room was empty.

Again, I dried slowly and applied 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 scent from the afternoon. Seeing him turned on with our combined savor was extremely exciting for me. To experience one of my to the highest degree dearie masses in the universe excited by me was making me want to jump him. But I also didn't want to frighten away him off. I continued to act like I did not get laid 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 time I dried and applied torso application. When I turned to enter my 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 scanty to rub himself. Like me he left the threshold open more than a gap and I was capable to brook across the Charles Francis Hall and watch. I was so turned on and apparently so was he because soon after I arrived he was cuming in my panties for the instant 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 tight scanty were back on top of the hamper. There was no doubt what I was going to do with them. I laid in bed pressing his cum up into my cunt wondering what it would be like to take in his fry. I fell asleep with my hand pressing into my buddy-buddy purulent sass and my mind on seeing Brian.

Later when my husband came to bed I was startled. For some ground he was horny, something that never happens. I grabbed him and took him in my mouth while trying to work the panty off. Lucky he is not a dynamo in bed and I was able bring him to the border and let him squirt his cum on my brass. I went to scavenge up in the bathroom and I saw my son step away from the threshold 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 miss 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 step-in and laid under the screening rubbing my swell 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 plan for the day. Since it was summer 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 feel like going today, and ask what I thought about him staying home ? I had a feel there was more than too it and said yes excitedly. He leaned in and kissed me saying thanks mom and put his hands on my boobs. Two first off in our life together. He ran out of the way saying it was going to be a great day.

After he left I couldn't goal so I went to get the daughter moving, bung them and drive them to camp. When I got back I found another brace of my scanty soaked with cum sitting on the hamper. I touched and tasted them and fuck he had just finished. He wanted them fresh for my recurrence. It was like he was leaving me little panty cum musical note. I put them on pushing them up inside me this time planning to work sure enough he could see them up close and personal. I threw on a pocket billiards cover up, and no bra, I wanted to seem 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 glass of orange succus. Where ever I went his eyes followed. As lots as I could I would bend and dart making for sure he knew I had those panties he left for me. My boobs were banging around inside my cover song up like a couple of runaway kitten. And I was beginning to earn 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 food waste disposal, as I did he came up behind me and reached around to hug me. But instead of a hug his hands went on my tit. He searched them and felt the strong nipples, roughly squeezing them in his fingers. I let out a screeching of fervour. It must cause scared because he stopped and reflexively I said `` more please '' and thankfully he did it more.

I suddenly realized his bare unvoiced cock was bouncing around on my ass rubbing up against those panty. I pushed back against him cursing that I had those panty on now, tying desperately to push them down. But they we stuck to me. I pulled them down in the back and felt his knockout cock rub up the cranny of my ass. Then it happened, he began squirting stream after watercourse of cum up the cleft and halfway up my back. I moved my hand to my kitty and felt my vagina flowage those panties more.

Everything happened so fast the egg wasn't even finished cooking. I turned off the mountain range and dropped to my knee grabbing his stopcock before he would run away. I took it in my hand and felt it for the first base clock time. It was as hard as it looked, still, and the head was still swollen. I leaned in and licked it like a tootsie and held unto his balls. I turned on my paw and knees and looked behind at him and said please.

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

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