I was shocked. I was just picking up clothes for the laundry when I found a twain of my step-in underneath my son 's bed. I sat down on the bed, holding the panties in my hand.

My judgment flashed back to long ago. I was doing the Sami affair when I found my Mom 's panties under my sidekick 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual action with my brother, but you already know about that.

That was with my chum, and this is my son ! I could n't think it. Sure he 's eighteen and a elderly in high schoolhouse, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two geezerhood and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his need taken fear of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my mitt. My black panty. Covered in dried cum dirt. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of meter from when I loaned out my panties to my brother.

I pulled them up to my nose and sniffed. No real aroma, other than being fusty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how long they had been there but I could n't severalise by counting the dry cum, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those scanty and let my intellect wander to daytime gone by. Thinking about the time I had first watched my crony masturbate in front of me. Those memories stirred strong impression if you know what I mean. I began to enquire 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 envelop them around his cock ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be effective to be thinking about. I stood up and put the scanty back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to stop thinking about it by focusing on my chores.

Around four in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of deep brown. I had changed into a simple duad of khaki trunks and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston final class. I do n't imply to blow but I 've held up commodity over the yr. My legs might be my dear feature, but the boobs and ass are n't bad at all. I was wearing sandals that have straps up to the ankle. I 've always found them to be aphrodisiac. I 've also kept my hair long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' looking when the kids were born. My married man really likes the way I 've kept my facial expression. It really shows when we 're out with friends 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 manfulness and randomness. It 's like they have to announce their comportment to the earthly concern or something. He dropped his packsack on the flooring 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 detect that, '' I said from the den. `` You 're not exactly a Ninja, are ya ? ``

He came into the den with a soda pop in one helping hand and a huge sugar cookie in the other and just plopped into the well-situated chairwoman 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 legs as he came in the room ? Perhaps my head was just being overactive 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 design for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my stage. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a bite out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the movies and stuff. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet girlfriend and gorgeous as well.

'' And block ? '' 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 deep brown to give him a chance to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly smiling and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The finale time a boy took me out to the movies ... and pig out ... I ended up going home without my scanty on. ``

His sassing 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 hot Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't require to opine 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 complement. '' I then headed to the kitchen to start getting dinner fix. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the recession and caught my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my mettle was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the hot 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 retrace his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the lav outpouring and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could trace his dance step as he walked down the short dorm 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 guess 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 opine about me slowly stripping off my wearing apparel in front of him ? Of course, in thinking this, I could n't help oneself but picturing it in my judgement.

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 crusade the sideboard against my now throbbing clitoris.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my daughter coming dwelling from school day. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage fille dramatic play took up near of the adjacent half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally dissimilar family relationship between mum and their daughters and their boy. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one thing at a time. This class he was focused only on his grades 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 commend how tenacious they 'd gone missing.

Jenna went out into the backyard to encounter with the dog and listen to her music before dinner. I went about my business organisation in the kitchen, getting things prepare to come out cooking. The home was quiet again and I heard Greg 's chamber room access open and then the bathroom door close. Soon after that, I heard the shower head start upstairs.

It all hit me in a flash. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower bath. I had a chance to go match under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge chair listening to music. I quickly wiped my work force on a dishtowel, and leaned over and undid the linkup on my sandals. I kicked them off and like a suburban ninja Mom, I slowly but quickly crept up the stair.

I paused exterior of the can room access and could hear the water running and Greg singing. My gist was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his chamber. I gave the room a quick look-over to make certain I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

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

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... maculation of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his onus onto his Mother 's panty ! 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 restraint, and I looked at my fingerbreadth. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a pair of my scanty. I put the finger 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 trust what I was doing. I was so elicit. I could experience 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 utter to him ? These persuasion kept running through my judgment as I began to set dinner party for my husband and daughter. Of class, early thoughts ran through my judgement as well. I was at the swallow hole and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his hard cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to make some food flake into the garbage under the sink and I nearly backed proper 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. '' That 's what I said out loud. In my thinker I was wondering how long he 'd been standing there watching me ?

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

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

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

'' The best, '' I said, and then finished with, `` and the live too, right ? ''

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and leave, but what he did surprised the Inferno out of me. He stopped, stared at me, and then walked slowly over to me until we were facing each other.

'' tinker's damn, right you 're the hot Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the impertinence. I could smell how clear and manly he was in that quick moment of his sassing brushing against my cheek.

He stepped back and looked me right in the oculus. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to bewilder the coquette right back. `` Have fun doing ... material ... .tonight. '' I told him with a knowing smile.

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

My facial expression was flushed. I could sense my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm excited. Sexually energise, that is. My hubby always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't obliterate it. `` pinko neck compeer wet pussy, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to steady down before my daughter or married man came inside and questioned why my neck opening was all pink. I put a wet dishcloth against my neck and then focused on my cookery, hoping it would all work out out.

We had a gracious dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her activeness and then we all watched a movie together. Friday nights usually did n't final stage too long at our household. Jenna always had a soccer game on Saturday mornings and it always came so too soon. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my husband a bit, but he was just too exhausted from piece of work to playact with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to ferment his can off and still receive time for the kids. I rubbed his spinal column and then curled up future to him until he fell asleep.

I however was astray awake. My mind was going a hundred miles an 60 minutes trying to image out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my creative thinker to severalize my husband. When I was younger, I had protected my blood brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow get it on I 'd protect my son as well.

I finally gave up on rest just before midnight. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the den to ascertain some idiot box. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was nix on the raging side, just something silky, transparent, and slightly transparent. I would catch some Z's naked if I could, but since the kids were here, I wore the least that I could get away with. I settled into the lounge and covered up a bit with one of the minor blanket we have lying around.

It was underneath that belittled blanket that I began to meet myself. My nous began to visualise Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through respective scenarios where I would walk in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each sentence that I would slowly remove all of my dress and catch him masturbate while he stared at my naked body. My puss was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my scanty aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the sofa cushions. I was rubbing my clitoris and pinching my mammilla as I thought about Greg coming dwelling house and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden power that surprised me. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny 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 matter into my own mitt. 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 consistency, I slowly sat up. My panties 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 up the stairs and replaced the old distich of panties under Greg 's bed with this new duet. The distich of scanty I 'd just masturbated with. The yoke of panty I 'd just soaked with my own kitty-cat juice.

I 'd just left a pair of my pantie for my son to masturbate with. My pantie. His mother 's scanty !

If individual had put a microphone future to my marrow at that minute, I would let blown the speakers of the sound arrangement it was beating so hard. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whim, I took off my nightdress. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My pussy was still mute and I knew there was wetness on my inner thighs. 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 raw, stroking his huge, hard cock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my hands and knees, my look pressed to the floor and my cigarette in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My bare ass would have been the inaugural thing he saw if he walked in at that mo.

Imagining him walking in in good order then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the floor in a huffing and puffing heap of naked flesh. I might ingest fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outside and I quickly came to my Mary Jane. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor future room access, but it was enough to cause me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old scanty into my filthy clothes bond. 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 place. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open up the fridge and grab some affair and then he came back into the den.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' O.K., '' I replied back, again with a teasing tone. `` I just wanted to produce sure that Crissa made it home with her panties on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a brassy voicelessness. `` Can we please bar talking about this hooey ? ``

I let him off the hook there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his chairwoman. `` Maybe I like to talk about stuff, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm queer about the kind of stuff my son is doing. ``

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

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

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

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

I looked back at him. I met his eyes. I undid the tie to my robe, but I did n't spread out 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 .