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

My mind flashed back to long ago. I was doing the same thing when I found my Mom 's panties under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of intimate military action with my sidekick, 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 girl ! 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 fabric in my helping hand. My black pantie. Covered in dried cum discoloration. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of times from when I loaned out my panties to my crony.

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

I sat there holding those pantie and let my head wander to solar day gone by. Thinking about the clock time I had first watched my pal masturbate in front line of me. Those store stirred strong opinion if you know what I mean. I began to question about my son. I wondered what his pecker looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell out my step-in or enfold them around his turncock ? 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 scanty back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to block off 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 bare pair of khaki shortstop and a jersey I 'd picked up in Galveston last year. I do n't mean to swash but I 've held up good over the years. My stage might be my unspoiled 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 sexy. I 've also kept my hair long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' look when the kids were born. My husband really likes the way I 've kept my looks. It really shows when we 're out with Friend 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 disturbance. It 's like they have to announce their presence to the mankind or something. He dropped his backpack on the floor and headed straight to the kitchen.

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

'' Well, it 's sort of punishing 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 script and a Brobdingnagian scratch cookie in the other and just plopped into the well-fixed hot seat next to the sofa. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the piece of furniture. Flopped into the chairperson is a more exact description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glance of him staring at my branch as he came in the room ? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my uncovering this daybreak. 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 program for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my ramification. `` 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 clobber. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet miss and gorgeous as well.

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

I took a sip of coffee to give him a opportunity to cross-file what I 'd said.

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

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

His back talk actually dropped outdoors ! `` 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 live Mom in the neighborhood. 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 set about getting dinner make. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and caught my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my gist was beating fast ! He thinks I 'm the hottest Mom around and he was watching me take the air away ! Oh my !

I heard him pounding his way up the stairs. He 's so cheap that I can trace his path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. starting time he went to the lavatory. A minute later I heard the john flush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could decipher his steps as he walked down the short Radclyffe 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 pantie ? Oh my, I wondered if he was going to think of me when he did it ? Would he think about my peg and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his resource would take over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my dress in strawman of him ? Of row, in thinking this, I could n't help but picturing it in my mind.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a fit 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 weightlift the counter against my now throbbing clitoris.

I was brought back to realness by the arrival of my daughter coming home from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage lady friend dramatic event took up nigh of the next half hr. I love both of my tiddler but it 's a totally different relationship between mum and their girl and their Son. Jenna was into everything at schoolhouse, while Greg just focused on one matter at a time. This year he was focused only on his grad 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 remember how longsighted 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 cooking. The sign of the zodiac was quiet again and I heard Greg 's bedroom doorway undetermined and then the lavatory doorway close. Soon after that, I heard the lavish commencement upstairs.

It all hit me in a newsflash. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower bath. I had a hazard to go check under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the waiting area chair listening to music. I quickly wiped my hired hand on a dishtowel, and leaned over and untie the necktie 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 lav door and could hear the water running and Greg tattle. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nuzzle as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the room a agile once-over to make trusted I did n't mess up anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

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

There it was. There ... was ... a ... wet ... smirch of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his load onto his Mother 's panties ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and cold-blooded. 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 pair of my scanty. I put the finger to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouthpiece. I worked my finger with my tongue, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't believe what I was doing. I was so aroused. I could experience how wet I was without even moving my body. There was n't practically 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 cerebration kept running through my creative thinker as I began to ready dinner for my married man and daughter. Of trend, other thoughts ran through my mind as well. I was at the sink and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his grueling cock against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to throw some nutrient garbage 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 tell you I was heading out. ``

I turned and smiled, `` okey, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner party. '' That 's what I said out flash. 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 crybaby ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying crybaby I would stay here for dinner party. Save me some ? ``

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

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

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

I expected him to nervously laugh me off and get out, 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 impudence. I could smell how fresh and manly he was in that quick second of his lips brushing against my brass.

He stepped back and looked me right field in the optic. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to hurl the prickteaser 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 feel my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm agitate. Sexually excited, that is. My married man always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` pink neck opening match wet pussy, '' he would state me.

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

We had a prissy dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her natural action and then we all watched a movie together. Friday nighttime usually did n't end too long at our house. Jenna always had a association football plot on Sat 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 work to wreak with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work out his butt off and still witness time for the Thomas Kid. I rubbed his rachis and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was blanket awake. My judgment was going a hundred miles an 60 minutes trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to tell my husband. When I was younger, I had protected my buddy from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow knew 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 observe some television. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was zilch on the wild side, just something silky, filmy, and slightly limpid. I would sleep naked 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 small blankets we have lying around.

It was underneath that minuscule blanket that I began to allude myself. My mind began to envision 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 clip that I would slowly remove all of my dress and watch him masturbate while he stared at my naked soundbox. My pussy was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my step-in 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 teat 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 knock-down climax I 'd had in a piece. I do n't abnegate myself sexual pleasure, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my hubby and I were n't that active, I just took matters 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 joy that were shuddering through my physical structure, 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 brace of pantie under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The pair of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of panty I 'd just soaked with my own kitty juice.

I 'd just left a pair of my panties for my son to masturbate with. My step-in. His mother 's panty !

If mortal had put a microphone next to my heart at that here and now, I would have got blown the speakers of the sound system of rules it was beating so hard. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whim, I took off my gown. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My pussy was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my inside 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 naked, stroking his huge, hard dick for me. I started to rub my pussycat again. I ended up on my hands and knee, my aspect pressed to the floor and my butt in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My bare ass would hold been the first matter he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in veracious then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my side by side sexual climax. I collapsed on the floor in a snorting and puffing heap of naked flesh. I might make fallen asleep, but I heard a car threshold shut out-of-door and I quickly came to my skunk. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor following door, but it was plenty to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing quality. `` I just wanted to constitute sure that Crissa made it dwelling with her panty on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a trashy whisper. `` Can we please hold on talking about this stuff and nonsense ? ``

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

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

My supercilium rose up with that scuttlebutt. `` 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 walk toward the bedchamber. I stopped when I heard his voice.

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

I looked back at him. I met his oculus. 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. '' I met his eyes again, and then turned and went to bed .