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

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

That was with my pal, and this is my son ! I could n't conceive it. Sure he 's XVIII and a senior in senior high shoal, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two years and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his indigence taken maintenance of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my hired hand. My black pantie. 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 blood brother.

I pulled them up to my intrude and sniffed. No really odor, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how long they had been there but I could n't tell by counting the dried cum, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those panties and let my mind wander to Clarence Shepard Day Jr. gone by. Thinking about the time I had first watched my sidekick masturbate in front of me. Those memory stirred unassailable flavor if you know what I mean. I began to wonder about my son. I wondered what his stopcock looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smack my step-in or enfold them around his cock ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be honorable to be thinking about. I stood up and put the panties back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to discontinue 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 pair of khaki boxers and a T-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston end year. I do n't think of to brag but I 've held up honorable over the years. My leg might be my best feature film, 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 sexy. I 've also kept my whisker long instead of going with the `` mama '' flavour when the kids were born. My hubby 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 star sign just exploding with manliness and disturbance. It 's like they have to denote their presence to the world or something. He dropped his backpack on the trading floor and headed straight to the kitchen.

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

'' Well, it 's form of hard not to notice 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 hand and a huge cabbage cookie in the other and just plopped into the well-off chair next to the sofa. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the furniture. Flopped into the electric 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 elbow room ? Perhaps my idea was just being hyperactive since my find this sunrise. If so, why was I now stretching my peg 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 architectural plan for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

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

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

I took a sip of coffee to move over him a chance to file what I 'd said.

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

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

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

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the spicy Mom in the vicinity. I just mean I did n't want to cogitate 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 up getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and arrest my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my heart was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the live 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 trace his way of life from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the bathroom. A min later I heard the toilet flush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could trace his steps as he walked down the shortsighted 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 step-in ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to think of me when he did it ? Would he think about my branch and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagery would choose over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my apparel in front of him ? Of course, in thinking this, I could n't help oneself but picturing it in my brain.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a scene where I would be slowly removing my dress for my son while he masturbated. Unconsciously, I was pressing my abdomen forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really weigh the riposte against my now throbbing button.

I was brought back to realism by the arrival of my girl coming home from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl drama took up virtually of the next half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally different relationship between mom and their daughter and their boy. Jenna was into everything at shoal, while Greg just focused on one thing at a time. This class he was focused only on his score and his girlfriend.

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

Jenna went out into the backyard to play with the dog and listen to her music before dinner. I went about my business in the kitchen, getting things gear up to get down cookery. The house was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom threshold open air and then the bathroom door close. Soon after that, I heard the shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a New York minute. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a chance to go determine under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen windowpane and Jenna was lying on the waiting room chair listening to music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dish towel, and leaned over and undo the ties on my sandals. I kicked them off and like a suburban ninja Mom, I slowly but quickly crept up the steps.

I paused exterior of the bathroom threshold and could get wind the water running and Greg singing. My heart 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 score certainly I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

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

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... spot of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his consignment onto his Mother 's panties ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and low temperature. 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.

spinal column 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 distich of my panty. I put the finger to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my finger with my clapper, 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 gustatory modality, after all it had been setting there for a bit, but I still tasted my son 's cum.

okey, so now what ? Do I do something about this ? Do I talk to him ? These thinking kept running through my mind as I began to prepare dinner for my married man and daughter. Of path, other thoughts ran through my head as well. I was at the cesspit 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 switch some food trash into the food waste under the sink and I nearly backed right into Greg.

'' Whoa, Mom ! '' he said as he jumped back. `` I was about to recount 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 judgement 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 chicken I would remain here for dinner. Save me some ? ``

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

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

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

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and lead, but what he did surprised the hell 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 blistering Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could reek how pick and manly he was in that warm second of his rim brushing against my cheek.

He stepped back and looked me right in the eyes. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to switch 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 face was flushed. I could find my neck opening turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm excited. Sexually excited, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` Pink neck peer wet pussy, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to calm down before my girl or husband came inside and questioned why my neck was all pinko. I put a wet dishcloth against my neck and then focused on my cooking, hoping it would all forge out.

We had a Nice dinner party. Jenna filled us in on all of her activities and then we all watched a moving-picture show together. Friday nighttime usually did n't last too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer game on Saturday first light 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 workplace to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work his butt off and still find fourth dimension for the kids. I rubbed his binding and then curled up future to him until he fell asleep.

I however was blanket awake. My mind was going a hundred air mile an hour trying to visualise out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to tell my married man. When I was younger, I had protected my buddy from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow roll in the hay 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 slick, filmy, and slightly transparent. I would sleep naked if I could, but since the tyke 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 lowly blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that small blanket that I began to touch on myself. My intellect began to picture Greg jacking off with my panties again. I went through several scenarios where I would walk in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly dispatch all of my clothes and observe him fuck off while he stared at my naked body. My snatch 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 sofa cushions. I was rubbing my button and pinching my teat as I thought about Greg coming habitation and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden effect that surprised me. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself sexual joy, so it was n't from deficiency of sex. If my husband and I were n't that active, I just took matters into my own custody. 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 body, I slowly sat up. My scanty were soaked with my succus. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my digit, I started my way back to my sleeping room.

Then I stopped.

No.

Do n't do it.

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

I 'd just left a span of my panties for my son to wank with. My panty. His female parent 's scanty !

If someone had put a mike next to my middle at that mo, I would throw blown the speakers of the sound arrangement it was beating so heavily. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whim, I took off my nightie. I was standing there naked in my son 's chamber. My pussy was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my inner second joint. I walked around the elbow room a bit, imagining that he was on the bed watching me. I thought about him lying there on the bed and nude, stroking his Brobdingnagian, unvoiced cock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my manus and knees, my human face pressed to the floor and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My au naturel ass would have been the commencement thing he saw if he walked in at that second.

Imagining him walking in rightfulness then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the floor in a puffing and puffing deal of naked flesh. I might hold fallen asleep, but I heard a car doorway shut outside and I quickly came to my gage. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor side by side door, but it was enough to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my marked-up 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 home. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him give the fridge and grab some things and then he came back into the den.

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

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

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

'' 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 robe to spread and one of my leg to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his eye went.

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

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tone. `` I just wanted to fix trusted that Crissa made it home with her panties on tonight. ``

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

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

'' Just stuff, Mom, '' he said back somewhat boldly. `` Just the Lapp old stuff I 'm sure 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 last time a boy talked to me about doing stuff ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the finish time a guy talked to you about stuff, you ended up not wearing step-in ? ``

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