I was shocked. I was just picking up clothes for the washing when I found a pair of my step-in 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 Saami matter when I found my Mom 's panty under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of intimate legal action with my pal, but you already know about that.

That was with my brother, and this is my son ! I could n't believe it. Sure he 's eighteen and a senior in high schoolhouse, but he has a lady friend ! 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 hand. My black panties. Covered in dried cum filth. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of time from when I loaned out my scanty to my brother.

I pulled them up to my nozzle and whiff. No veridical odor, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how tenacious they had been there but I could n't severalise by counting the dry out come, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those step-in and let my mind wander to daylight gone by. Thinking about the metre I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those memories stirred unattackable feel if you know what I mean. I began to marvel about my son. I wondered what his pecker looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell my panties or enfold them around his cock ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be good 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 chores.

Around four in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the couch in the den and enjoying a cup of coffee. I had changed into a simple twain of khaki boxershorts and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston death yr. I do n't imply to gasconade but I 've held up good over the class. 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 ankle. I 've always found them to be aphrodisiac. I 've also kept my haircloth long instead of going with the `` mamma '' look when the youngster were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my feeling. 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 sign just exploding with manliness and haphazardness. It 's like they have to announce their bearing to the man or something. He dropped his haversack on the storey and headed straight to the kitchen.

'' Mom ! '' he yelled as he opened the refrigerator looking for a bite. `` I 'm home base ! ``

'' Well, it 's kind of hard not to find that, '' I said from the den. `` You 're not exactly a Ninja, are ya ? ``

He came into the den with a soda in one hand and a immense dough biscuit in the other and just plopped into the easy chair 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 take description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a coup d'oeil of him staring at my peg as he came in the room ? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my discovery this dayspring. 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 middle went ! Caught ya !

'' So what are your plans for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his regard from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a bite out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably postulate Crissa out to eat and to the pic and material. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sugariness girl and gorgeous as well.

'' And stuff ? '' I asked with a teasing twit in my representative. `` What kind of stuff are you going to do with Crissa ? Hmmm ? ``

I took a sip of coffee to have him a chance to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly grin and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The last time a boy took me out to the movies ... and stuff ... I ended up going household without my panties on. ``

His rima oris actually dropped open ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's gross ! ``

'' Oh ? '' I teased him again, `` you 're saying that your old Mom is porcine ? ''

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hottest Mom in the neighborhood. I just mean I did n't desire to cerebrate 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 accompaniment. '' I then headed to the kitchen to bulge out getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and becharm my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my heart was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the hottest 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 way from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. number 1 he went to the bathroom. A min later I heard the pot flower and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could trace his footstep as he walked down the shortsighted hall to his way. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to wank. I wondered if he was going to use my pantie ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to consider of me when he did it ? Would he reckon about my legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagination would take over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my wearing apparel in front of him ? Of trend, in thinking this, I could n't help but picturing it in my judgment.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a shot where I would be slowly removing my apparel for my son while he masturbated. Unconsciously, I was pressing my belly forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really crusade the rejoinder against my now throbbing button.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my daughter coming home from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage young lady drama took up most of the next half minute. I love both of my tiddler but it 's a totally different relationship between Moms 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 degree and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually fighting, which did n't explain why he needed my panty. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't remember how foresightful they 'd gone missing.

Jenna went out into the backyard to toy with the dog and listen to her music before dinner. I went about my line of work in the kitchen, getting things ready to go preparation. The house was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom doorway afford and then the can threshold close. Soon after that, I heard the shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a flash bulb. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a chance to go check under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the sofa chair listening to music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dishtowel, and leaned over and unwrap the ties on my sandals. I kicked them off and like a suburban ninja Mom, I slowly but quickly crept up the step.

I paused outside of the lav door and could hear the water running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my intrude as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the elbow room a quick look-over to pee-pee sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the quilt of his bed.

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

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... position of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his freight onto his Mother 's panties ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and cold. I smeared my finger's breadth 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.

cover in the kitchen, I got my breathing under restraint, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a pair of my panties. I put the fingerbreadth to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my fingerbreadth with my tongue, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't conceive 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 taste, 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 peach to him ? These thoughts kept running through my mind as I began to educate dinner for my married man and daughter. Of course, other intellection ran through my judgement as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his severely stopcock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to hurl some food for thought fleck into the refuse under the sink and I nearly backed compensate into Greg.

'' Whoa, Mom ! '' he said as he jumped back. `` I was about to differentiate you I was heading out. ``

I turned and smiled, `` OK, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out loud. In my mind 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 abide here for dinner party. Save me some ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Damn, right you 're the hottest Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell out how clean and manly he was in that quick minute of his lips brushing against my face.

He stepped back and looked me right hand in the optic. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to fuddle the tease right back. `` Have fun doing ... stuff ... .tonight. '' I told him with a knowing smile.

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

My look was flushed. I could feel my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm sex. Sexually excited, that is. My married man always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` garden pink neck equal wet slit, '' he would severalize me.

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

We had a prissy dinner party. Jenna filled us in on all of her bodily process and then we all watched a movie together. Friday nights usually did n't last too long at our house. Jenna always had a association football biz on Saturday mornings and it always came so early. 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 turn his cigaret off and still find time for the kids. I rubbed his cover and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was full awake. My mind was going a century miles an hour trying to visualize out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to tell my husband. When I was younger, I had protected my chum from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow recognize I 'd protect my son as well.

I finally gave up on sleep 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 nothing on the unwarranted side, just something silky, filmy, and slightly vapourous. I would kip raw if I could, but since the kids were here, I wore the to the lowest degree that I could get away with. I settled into the lounge and covered up a bit with one of the small mantle we have lying around.

It was underneath that pocket-size blanket that I began to touch myself. My mind began to picture Greg jacking off with my pantie again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and enamor him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly remove all of my clothes and watch him masturbate while he stared at my au naturel body. My cunt was sopping wet and my clitoris was throbbing when I finally pulled my pantie aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the couch cushions. I was rubbing my clit 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 that surprised me. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself sexual pleasure, so it was n't from want of sex. If my husband and I were n't that alive, I just took affair 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 pleasance that were shuddering through my body, 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 upstairs and replaced the old span of scanty under Greg 's bed with this new distich. The pair of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of panties I 'd just soaked with my own pussy succus.

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

If someone had put a microphone next to my kernel at that consequence, I would have blown the speakers of the sound organisation 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 pussy was still damp 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 knee joint, my face pressed to the floor and my rear in the air. I was naked in my son 's elbow room and masturbating. My bare ass would have been the first off thing he saw if he walked in at that here and now.

Imagining him walking in the right way then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the floor in a huffing and puffing heap of defenseless soma. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outdoor and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor future doorway, but it was adequate to earn me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my dirty clothes shackle. 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 rest home. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open up the electric refrigerator and grab some affair and then he came back into the den.

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

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

'' for certain, '' he said between pungency of left-over deep-fried wimp. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and gorge. ``

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

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

'' Aw, Mom, '' he said with an mortified whole tone, `` Do n't go there, okay ? ''

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tone. `` I just wanted to make sure enough that Crissa made it home with her scanty on tonight. ``

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

I let him off the hook there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his chair. `` Maybe I like to talk about stuff, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the kind 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 eyebrow rose up with that comment. `` Oh ? You think I only did gourmandize back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the death sentence a boy talked to me about doing stuff ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the last time a guy talked to you about poppycock, 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 and nonsense. '' I met his eyes again, and then turned and went to bed .