I was shocked. I was just picking up clothes for the laundry when I found a couple of my panties 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 Lapplander thing when I found my Mom 's panty under my crony 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual natural process 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 senior high schooling, but he has a girlfriend ! They 've been together for two long time and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his pauperism taken fear of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin fabric in my helping hand. My shameful panties. Covered in dried cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of multiplication from when I loaned out my panty to my sidekick.

I pulled them up to my horn in and sniffed. No literal olfactory property, other than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how farsighted they had been there but I could n't tell by counting the dried semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those step-in and let my intellect wander to days gone by. Thinking about the clock time I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those memory stirred solid smell if you know what I mean. I began to wonder about my son. I wondered what his cock looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell out my panties or wrap them around his cock ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be commodity to be thinking about. I stood up and put the panties back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to barricade 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 berry. I had changed into a simple pair of khaki trunks and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston finish year. I do n't mean to blow but I 've held up dependable over the eld. My stage might be my C. H. Best feature, but the bosom 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 tomentum long instead of going with the `` mommy '' look when the kidskin were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my looks. It really shows when we 're out with booster and he compares me to the early wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the sign just exploding with manfulness and interference. It 's like they have to announce their presence to the world or something. He dropped his backpack on the floor and headed straight to the kitchen.

'' Mom ! '' he yelled as he opened the icebox looking for a bite. `` I 'm family ! ``

'' Well, it 's kind of surd 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 water in one bridge player and a Brobdingnagian lucre biscuit in the other and just plopped into the wanton professorship 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 elbow room ? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my breakthrough this sunrise. If so, why was I now stretching my 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 plan for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his regard from my wooden leg. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

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

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

I took a sip of coffee to give 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. ''

I looked over at him with a sly smile and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The hold up time a boy took me out to the movies ... and engorge ... I ended up going house without my step-in 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 gross ? ''

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the spicy Mom in the locality. I just mean I did n't want to recall 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 begin getting dinner prepare. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and caught my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my eye was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the spicy Mom around and he was watching me walk away ! Oh my !

I heard him pounding his way up the step. He 's so loud that I can trace his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. first base he went to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the pot flush and the gurgle of the piping. After that, I could draw his step as he walked down the short hall 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 think 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 vision would take over and he would recollect about me slowly stripping off my clothes in front of him ? Of form, in thinking this, I could n't serve but picturing it in my mind.

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 abdomen forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really press out the counter 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 daughter drama took up most of the next half hour. I love both of my kids 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 affair at a time. This twelvemonth he was focused only on his class and his girlfriend.

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

Jenna went out into the backyard to play with the dog and listen to her medicine before dinner. I went about my patronage in the kitchen, getting matter ready to startle cooking. The house was calm again and I heard Greg 's bedroom door undecided and then the can door close. Soon after that, I heard the exhibitioner scratch upstairs.

It all hit me in a photoflash. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a luck to go check under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the couch chair listening to music. I quickly wiped my hands on a dish towel, 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 john doorway and could hear the water system running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my wind as I slipped into his sleeping accommodation. I gave the room a nimble look-over to ca-ca sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the teething ring of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different 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 ... patch of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his encumbrance 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 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 ascendance, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a duo of my panties. I put the finger's breadth to my lip 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 consider what I was doing. I was so aroused. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my body. There was n't a great deal gustatory perception, 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 intellection kept running through my judgment as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and girl. Of course, other thoughts ran through my thinker as well. I was at the sink 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 throw some food scraps into the garbage under the sink and I nearly backed ripe into Greg.

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

I turned and smiled, `` okeh, love. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out meretricious. In my judgment I was wondering how long he 'd been standing there watching me ?

He looked over at what I 'd been preparing. `` Fried Gallus gallus ? '' he said with a suspiration. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would last out here for dinner. make unnecessary me some ? ``

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

'' Thanks, Mom ! You 're the in force ! '' 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 go away, 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 hottest Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the brass. I could sense how clean and manly he was in that promptly second of his backtalk brushing against my face.

He stepped back and looked me right in the eyes. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to throw away the teasing right back. `` Have fun doing ... hooey ... .tonight. '' I told him with a knowing smile.

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

My face was flushed. I could palpate my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm unrestrained. Sexually excited, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't obliterate it. `` pinko neck opening equals wet pussy, '' he would secernate me.

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

We had a skillful dinner party. Jenna filled us in on all of her bodily process and then we all watched a motion-picture show together. Friday nights usually did n't last too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer game on Sabbatum break of the day and it always came so early. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my married man a bit, but he was just too exhausted from workplace to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to figure out his butt off and still get time for the shaver. I rubbed his cover and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was spacious awake. My nous was going a C miles an hr trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to order my hubby. When I was younger, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow have it off I 'd protect my son as well.

I finally gave up on eternal rest 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 silken, gauze-like, and slightly transparent. I would sleep naked 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 couch and covered up a bit with one of the small mantle we have lying around.

It was underneath that small blanket that I began to concern myself. My mind began to picture Greg jacking off with my scanty again. I went through respective scenarios where I would walk in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each fourth dimension that I would slowly remove all of my clothes and watch him masturbate while he stared at my naked body. My cunt was sopping wet and my button was throbbing when I finally pulled my panties aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the lounge shock. 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 mightily coming I 'd had in a patch. I do n't deny myself intimate joy, so it was n't from want of sex. If my husband and I were n't that active, I just took topic 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 physical structure, I slowly sat up. My panty were soaked with my juice. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my finger, I started my way back to my sleeping accommodation.

Then I stopped.

No.

Do n't do it.

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

I 'd just allow a pair of my panty for my son to jerk off with. My panties. His Mother 's scanty !

If individual had put a microphone next to my heart at that moment, I would get blown the speaker system of the sound system it was beating so tough. 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 dampish and I knew there was wetness on my intimate 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 raw, stroking his Brobdingnagian, difficult cock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my custody and human knee, my face pressed to the floor and my derriere in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My naked ass would induce been the firstly affair he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in rightfield then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my future sexual climax. I collapsed on the base in a huffing and puffing heap of bare form. I might stimulate fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut outside and I quickly came to my dope. 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 grime apparel shackle. 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 snap up some affair and then he came back into the den.

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

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

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

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

As I asked him that, I shifted on the couch, 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 stymie whole step, `` Do n't go there, okay ? ''

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing tone. `` I just wanted to stimulate sure 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 hook there as I got up to go to bed. I stopped beside his chair. `` Maybe I like to talk about clobber, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the kind of material my son is doing. ``

'' Just clobber, 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 comment. `` Oh ? You think I only did stuff back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the hold up clip a boy talked to me about doing stuff ? ``

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

'' You mean when you said the last metre 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 oculus again, and then turned and went to bed .