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

My brain flashed back to long ago. I was doing the Lapplander thing when I found my Mom 's scanty under my buddy 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual activity with my brother, 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 school, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two year and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his pauperization 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 blacken panties. Covered in dried cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of times from when I loaned out my step-in to my sidekick.

I pulled them up to my nuzzle and sniffed. No real number scent, other than being mouldy from being underneath the bed. I wondered how farseeing they had been there but I could n't severalize by counting the dry semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panty and let my mind wander to days gone by. Thinking about the clock time I had first watched my pal masturbate in front of me. Those memories stirred inviolable feelings 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 smack my panty or twine them around his cock ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be proficient to be thinking about. I stood up and put the pantie back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to stop over 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 coffee. I had changed into a simple duad of khaki shorts and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston lowest year. I do n't imply to brag but I 've held up good over the years. My legs might be my ripe feature, but the boobs and ass are n't bad at all. I was wearing sandals that have straps up to the ankle joint. I 've always found them to be sexy. I 've also kept my hair long instead of going with the `` ma '' expression when the tiddler were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my looks. 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 manliness and noise. It 's like they have to herald their bearing to the man or something. He dropped his rucksack on the floor and headed straight to the kitchen.

'' Mom ! '' he yelled as he opened the refrigerator looking for a snack. `` I 'm plate ! ``

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

He came into the den with a pop in one paw and a immense sugar cookie 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 exact description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glimpse of him staring at my wooden leg as he came in the room ? Perhaps my head was just being overactive since my find this break of the day. If so, why was I now stretching my wooden leg 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 plans for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my branch. `` 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 pic and hooey. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet girl and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of coffee to kick in him a probability to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly smiling and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The end prison term a boy took me out to the movies ... and stuff ... I ended up going home without my panties on. ``

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

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hottest Mom in the vicinity. I just mean I did n't want to think 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 bulge getting dinner set up. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the recess and hitch my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my tenderness 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 steps. He 's so flashy that I can hunt his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the toilet flush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could trace his steps as he walked down the forgetful hall to his elbow 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 believe of me when he did it ? Would he remember about my peg and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his vision would take over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my clothes in forepart 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 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 press the counter against my now throbbing clitoris.

I was brought back to realness by the arrival of my daughter coming dwelling from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage daughter dramatic event took up well-nigh of the next half hr. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally different relationship between Moms and their daughter and their son. Jenna was into everything at schoolhouse, while Greg just focused on one matter at a time. This yr 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 recall how long they 'd gone missing.

Jenna went out into the backyard to play with the dog and listen to her music before dinner party. I went about my business in the kitchen, getting things ready to start preparation. The theater was tranquillity again and I heard Greg 's sleeping accommodation room access open and then the bathroom door close. Soon after that, I heard the lavish start upstairs.

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

I paused outside of the bath doorway and could hear the water running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the elbow room a quick once-over to make sure I did n't mess up anything up and then lifted up the allayer of his bed.

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

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... fleck of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his encumbrance onto his mother 's step-in ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and inhuman. I smeared my digit 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.

backrest in the kitchen, I got my breathing under control, and I looked at my digit. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a couple of my step-in. I put the fingerbreadth to my backtalk 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 conceive what I was doing. I was so aroused. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my dead body. There was n't a great deal 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 talk to him ? These idea kept running through my psyche as I began to get up dinner for my husband and daughter. Of course, former idea ran through my mind 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 confuse some food for thought scraps into the garbage under the sink and I nearly backed right into Greg.

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

I turned and smiled, `` okey, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out loud. In my head 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 suspiration. `` If I 'd known you were frying poulet I would stay here for dinner. Save me some ? ``

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

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

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

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and provide, 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.

'' shit, right you 're the hottest Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the brass. I could smack how clean house and manly he was in that quick bit of his back talk brushing against my impertinence.

He stepped back and looked me right wing in the middle. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to confound the minx 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 font was flushed. I could feel my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm mad. Sexually excited, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` pinko neck opening compeer wet slit, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to calm 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 cervix 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 activities and then we all watched a film together. Friday nighttime usually did n't last too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer secret plan on Saturday mornings and it always came so early. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my hubby a bit, but he was just too exhausted from oeuvre to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work his butt off and still find time for the Thomas Kid. I rubbed his back and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was all-encompassing awake. My judgement was going a 100 miles an hour trying to enter out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my nous to tell my husband. When I was youthful, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow cognise 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 wild side, just something silky, vaporous, and slightly transparent. I would sleep bare if I could, but since the small fry were here, I wore the least that I could get away with. I settled into the sofa and covered up a bit with one of the minuscule blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that small blanket that I began to have-to doe with myself. My mind began to project Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through respective scenarios where I would walk in and enchant him jacking off. I imagined each fourth dimension that I would slowly remove all of my dress and watch him jack off while he stared at my naked soundbox. My pussy was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my pantie aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the sofa cushions. I was rubbing my clit and pinching my mammilla as I thought about Greg coming home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden violence that surprised me. It was one of the most hefty orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself intimate pleasure, so it was n't from deficiency of sex. If my hubby and I were n't that alive, I just took thing 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 pleasure that were shuddering through my soundbox, I slowly sat up. My step-in were soaked with my juices. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my finger, I started my way back to my chamber.

Then I stopped.

No.

Do n't do it.

But I did. I snuck quietly upstairs and replaced the old pair of scanty under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The span of pantie I 'd just masturbated with. The duo of panties I 'd just soaked with my own twat juice.

I 'd just left a pair of my panties for my son to masturbate with. My panties. His Mother 's panties !

If person had put a microphone succeeding to my warmheartedness at that moment, I would have blown the utterer of the phone arrangement it was beating so hard. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whimsy, I took off my nightgown. I was standing there naked in my son 's sleeping accommodation. My pussy was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my interior thigh. 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 bare, stroking his huge, hard tool for me. I started to rub my cunt again. I ended up on my hands and knee, my fount pressed to the floor and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My bare ass would have been the world-class thing he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next climax. I collapsed on the base in a huffing and puffing mountain of naked figure. I might consume fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outside and I quickly came to my good sense. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor next door, but it was enough to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my soiled clothes hamper. Satisfied, but now even more wake up than I was earlier, I put on a robe and went back to the den. I was watching TV when Greg finally came home. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him open the fridge and grab some things and then he came back into the den.

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

I laughed and asked, `` Did you have a ripe fourth dimension ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a loud susurration. `` Can we please give up talking about this material ? ``

I let him off the claw there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his chair. `` Maybe I like to talk about stuff and nonsense, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the variety of stuff my son is doing. ``

'' Just poppycock, Mom, '' he said back somewhat boldly. `` Just the same old clobber I 'm for certain you did back in the day. ''

My eyebrows rose up with that comment. `` Oh ? You think I only did satiate back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the last time a boy talked to me about doing stuff ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the last time a guy talked to you about material, you ended up not wearing pantie ? ``

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 material. '' I met his eyes again, and then turned and went to bed .