I love being a mom and I would do anything for my kids. Luckily my husband has a good job, it means I can appease domicile and take guardianship of my small fry, but it keeps him at oeuvre long hours and weekends too. I have three children and would have had Sir Thomas More if my hubby was home long enough to earn that happen. Brian my eighteen year old son is the joy of my existence. I think I would do anything for him even fight off an extraterrestrial being plan of attack. He is a good boy, tall and slenderize but filling out nicely. He has good way and is always a gentleman. In a lot of ways he reminds me of an old mode man, more worried about the lady than himself. My two girl Corrine and Brianne are off in their own cosmos and completely face-to-face of who I am. I am short and turn and they are slim down and tall. Neither has begun to get their feminine features, not expecting they would at eleven and nine, but it is easy to see they will be beautiful when they do start blooming. I really felt like I had the perfect world.

Then one day, in a elementary moment things started to convert. I was home alone and decided a swim in the pool would be arrant. I didn't expect anyone abode until practically later so why wet a washup courtship. I was floating in the pool enjoying a nice homemade lemonade thinking life is so good. Then something seemed to be off. I thought I saw someone peeking at me. I popped off my float and looked around but couldn't see anyone. Disturbed from my peace I thought I better exhibitioner and commence planning for dinner party. The pool water was fond as it usually is in the summer in FL and so a cool rain shower felt perfect. But, for some understanding it had me aching for some additional soaping on my boobs, I love it when they are touched. Getting out of the shower I again saw a shadow, this time in the mirror. When I finally focused I could secernate it was Brian. I just stood there surprised. I felt silly leaving the doorway wide open and now the misfortunate boy would be scared for life. But then I noticed the bulge in his trousers and my mood changed. Did he care what he saw in some way ? He hadn't noticed that I saw him in the mirror and he kept staring. So I went about drying off without letting on I knew he was there. Why make him palpate bad, after all it was I who left everything open.
I slowly dried my legs intellection he must be getting an eye full as I bent in front of him. The thought of him seeing my ass and all got me really excited. I wondered what he must be thinking. Now when I said I would do anything for my shaver this was not something that I had in mind but all of a sudden it was on my mind in a big way. Judging from the bulge he was man enough. With my judgement racing of idea of being my son's sex target I slowly went about drying and applying lotion to my total body, making sure he had a view of everything. As I turned to direct toward him in the sleeping accommodation where I had my clothes I saw he was gone. Honestly, I was a little disappointed. I thought I could just walk in and present myself to his hard cock.

I began to get dressed noticing my panties I had taken off before swimming were missing. I put on white dress and thought I should overleap by his way and see him to be trusted he was ok. As I approached I heard him moaning and immediately knew what he must be doing. I felt a certain womanly pride. I slowly approached his door, cracked spread slightly, and this time I peeked on him. I wish I could say my maternally inherent aptitude kicked in and seeing him jerking off with my grime step-in wrapped around his hammer had me startle into parental activeness, but actually the opposition happened. I stood there mesmerized by how hard and big he was and how much he seemed to bask my scanty. In almost an wink he was rewrapping his hammer so that my scanty crotch was over the dent and jet after jet of sperm pressed into my panty like a prophylactic. I couldn't believe how many multiplication his prick jerked and squirted. He stopped holding it and just let it force out on its own and even with the step-in over the principal I could still see his head swell up before squirting. I didn't realized I had put my own hand inside my pants and was rubbing my fatheaded pussy sass. His cumming surprised me into squeaking out a strait. Before he could wait in my management I disappeared back to the kitchen and pretended to be working on dinner.

I tried to cark myself from what I had just witnessed by peeling onion and cutting carrots for a stew but it was not working. At that moment Brian ran past and said,"hey mom, I am meeting Joey. I will be back soon."

Now knowing I was alone I just had to get in my bed and make myself cum. I went to my room, this time I was sure to shut down and shut up the room access. I dropped my trouser and scanty when I noticed my old scanty were back on top of the hamper. I couldn't believe it, he just came in them and put them back. I picked them up still warm with his cum. I was acting out of a ruttish automatic pistol trance. I brought the panty to my poke and inhaled his scent. It really turned me on. I stuck out my tongue and tasted his ointment in the private parts and felt a shiver run through me as I did. Not really knowing why I stepped one leg in and then the other and pulled the panties up and closely, pressing the crotch into my already wet cunt lips. I thought wow feeling at the camel toe image, I never had one before but I thought Brian would be so proud. I laid in bed in just the panty and pressed between my lips, beginning a circular motion, the warm cream spreading up inside me. I thought for an inst his seed could instill me this way but forgot that thought when the pleasure began to build up. I was ready for a cum, between the skinny dipping, the soapy dumbbell playing period in the shower, Brian watching me defenseless and seeing him cum in my panty I knew I was going to be fast and big. And was it ever. I hardly ever make noise masturbating but I was screaming like a slut with a dick in every hole ( and I still can't believe that was an image in my school principal. )

I was sure I added spate more cum to the plastered pantie and I just had to lay there regaining my breath. It was incredible to possess our combined emollient stuck to my pussy. I didn't want to admit them off. So I didn't. I decided it would be better not to take on knickers and pulled out a sundress. I hated putting on a bra but in this garb I would consume looked like a horny slut for for sure without one. When I could finally stand I went back to the kitchen and continued cooking.

It wasn't long before Brian returned from his visit with Joey his friend. As I saw him it suddenly occurred to me that if he got a glimpse at my panties he would know that I knew. And for some reason I really felt like I wanted him to see them and sleep together what he did it is ok. In fact more than ok, I really liked it.

He was chatting like himself, telling me what he had done during the day and I just tried to abide busy cooking. He was sitting in a death chair at the table behind me and I was standing in front man of the sink. I dropped the sponge on the floor and without thinking bent to foot it up. My dress must have raised higher than I planned because as I was bent he stopped talking. I felt the hardening cum stretch across my pussy back talk and now asshole and could only opine what I must calculate like from behind. When he didn't say anything more I stood and turned to see him and was surprised again by the gibbosity in his trouser. He had a sleep together look in his eyes and I am sure he caught me staring. I was sure what I had done since he left was well known to his hormonal mind. But almost as if teasing me, he stood and said"well mom you better get back to what you were doing, I don't want to be a distraction."and he went off to his elbow room. Somehow him telling me what to do finger exciting.
I felt so convicted of being a jade. What was I thinking ? He is a come distraction. I was acting like a horny little adolescent who wanted to be naked with him and it was all I could suppose about. Except, I wondered where was my guilt, it all felt too proficient and too convention, mother - son.

I needed to cognise what he was doing and snuck off to his elbow room. Peeking through the crack for the second time today there he was again, hard, pointing straight in the air his hand rubbing up and down. He had to be twice as long as his father and it looked like a bit of slip bouncing on his body. It took all my strength to not run in and jump on him, which somehow I felt he wanted me to do. This time when he squirted his spermatozoan I saw the whole thing. It jumped high off his torso shooting over his head on the pillow. His cock top dog swelling up with each squirt. I counted as he shot and there was twelve squirt of sperm. His new cum brought alive the cum in my panties and they were now soaked all over again. At that bit someone let the family dog inside and he went sniffing between my legs. I forgot about my spirit and figured I wagerer houseclean up. Everyone was coming home and I would accept to try and act like a mother again. I was afraid it was going to be a tenacious difficult evening in our family unit home.

The evening seemed a little charged for me. With the household around the dinner table Brian seemed his regular ego. But every now and then he would chip in me a knowing spirit. I was still flying from what I had seen and done and running through a plan in my head on how to show myself to him again.

After dinner party everyone went their separate way, my husband had to go back to the office. When I was indisputable the girls had gone to bed I went in for another much needed shower. This time I left the door open on aim. As before I left my clothes, panties and bra on top of the hamper in my room and stepped in the master bath. As I turned on the shower I saw his shadow and knew he would be watching. I took my time behind the shower curtain trying to put on as lots of a shadow show as possible, soaping and washing all those secret areas much foresighted than I needed. I think I saw him mistreat right into the toilet but when I shut off the water and pulled back the pall the room was discharge.

Again, I dried slowly and hold lotion seeing him behind me in my lowly make up mirror. He again had my scanty in his hired man and kept bringing them to his nose. Although they were new panties they still had both of our scents from the good afternoon. Seeing him turned on with our combined flavors was extremely exciting for me. To induce one of my most ducky mass in the world excited by me was making me want to pass over him. But I also didn't want to pall him off. I continued to act like I did not have it away he was there but was slowly seducing him by touching myself and moaning, not overtly masturbating but certainly making myself wet. He stayed the entire time I dried and applied body lotion. When I turned to get in my way he was gone, along with my scanty. I quickly threw on a nighttime shirt and headed to peek at him. I was happy to see he was using my panty to rub himself. Like me he left the door open more than a whirl and I was able-bodied to stand across the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and vigil. I was so turned on and apparently so was he because soon after I arrived he was cuming in my panties for the endorsement sentence today.

I went back to my room and then walked out to the kitchen as if I needed something, letting him see me. When I returned the soaked panties were back on top of the hamper. There was no doubt what I was going to do with them. I laid in bed pressing his cum up into my pussy wondering what it would be like to experience his tyke. I fell asleep with my hired hand pressing into my thick puss lip and my judgement on seeing Brian.

Later when my husband came to bed I was startled. For some reason he was horny, something that never happens. I grabbed him and took him in my mouth while trying to work the panties off. Lucky he is not a dynamo in bed and I was able bring him to the sharpness and let him squirt his cum on my human face. I went to clean up in the lavatory and I saw my son step away from the door and back to his room. He must give birth saw everything and I hoped he would require me to convey him in my mouth.

In the morning the girls were up early and watch over TV. I was still so horny and I had to do something about it. I slipped off my nightshirt and step-in and laid under the covers rubbing my swollen-headed clitoris. As I lay there Brian came in and laid next to me on the bed. I was sure he knew what I was doing but I froze. He talked about plans for the day. Since it was summer his sisters were off to camp and I was planning another consortium day. He was a counselor at a computer camp but was saying he didn't flavour like going today, and ask what I thought about him staying home ? I had a feeling there was Thomas More too it and said yes excitedly. He leaned in and kissed me saying thanks mom and put his hands on my tit. Two first in our life together. He ran out of the way saying it was going to be a large day.

After he left I couldn't finish so I went to get the girls moving, run them and drive them to bivouac. When I got back I found another twain of my panties soaked with cum sitting on the hamper. I touched and tasted them and knew he had just finished. He wanted them fresh for my return. It was like he was leaving me minuscule pantie cum notes. I put them on pushing them up inside me this time planning to make trusted he could see them up close and personal. I threw on a pool natural covering up, and no bra, I wanted to look like his cum trollop now.

I went to his elbow room and asked if he wanted breakfast and he jumped up and followed me to the kitchen. I put on some coffee bean and got him a glass of orangeness juice. Where ever I went his eyes followed. As practically as I could I would bend and scoot qualification indisputable he knew I had those step-in he left for me. My titty were banging around inside my cover up like a duet of runaway kittens. And I was beginning to clear the cover up didn't really cover everything up.

I broke an egg on the frying pan and went to the put the shell in the garbage disposal, as I did he came up behind me and reached around to hug me. But instead of a hug his hands went on my boobs. He searched them and felt the hard nipples, roughly squeezing them in his finger. I let out a scream of excitement. It must ingest scared because he stopped and reflexively I said `` more please '' and thankfully he did it more.

I suddenly realized his bare hard peter was bouncing around on my ass rubbing up against those pantie. I pushed back against him cursing that I had those pantie on now, tying desperately to push them down. But they we stuck to me. I pulled them down in the back and felt his difficult cock rub up the cleft of my ass. Then it happened, he began squirting flow after current of cum up the crack and halfway up my back. I moved my paw to my pussy and felt my vagina flood those panty more.

Everything happened so fast the egg wasn't even finished cooking. I turned off the range and dropped to my knees grabbing his prick before he would run away. I took it in my hand and felt it for the first prison term. It was as hard as it looked, still, and the pass was still swollen. I leaned in and licked it like a tootsie and held unto his balls. I turned on my hands and knees and looked seat at him and said please.

He dropped to his knees, pulled those cum soaked scanty off and slid all the way, in one very deep stroke. I never felt anything so big inside me as him. He pumped in and out like he had been fucking for one hundred geezerhood and each CVA drove me more and more insane. He kept going and going and I was one big nerve exploding a thousand times. I was screaming his name, begging him to fuck me harder and more and telling him how much I loved him. I don't screw how he learned it but he started slapping my ass as he fucked me and I loved it. I dropped my expression to the floor and was a mess, drooling and moaning and begging.

Brian fucked me practiced that morning, he also discovered that he was in charge. .