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 panties 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 sexual legal action with my brother, but you already know about that.

That was with my crony, and this is my son ! I could n't believe it. Sure he 's eighteen and a senior in highschool school, but he has a girl ! They 've been together for two days and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his need taken concern of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my hired man. My black step-in. Covered in dried cum brand. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of multiplication from when I loaned out my panties to my crony.

I pulled them up to my poke and sniffle. No real 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 semen, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those pantie and let my judgement wander to sidereal day gone by. Thinking about the prison term I had first watched my comrade masturbate in front line of me. Those memory stirred firm flavour if you know what I mean. I began to marvel about my son. I wondered what his shaft looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell my panties or wrap them around his cock ? 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 pantie back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to hold back thinking about it by focusing on my task.

Around four in the afternoon, I was relaxing on the sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of chocolate. I had changed into a simple pair of khaki boxershorts and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston last year. I do n't stand for to brag but I 've held up thoroughly over the years. My legs might be my adept lineament, but the titty 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 pilus long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' look when the child were born. My married man really likes the way I 've kept my tone. 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 stochasticity. It 's like they have to announce their presence to the populace or something. He dropped his backpack on the level and headed straight to the kitchen.

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

'' Well, it 's kind 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 deal and a huge moolah cookie in the other and just plopped into the easy professorship next to the lounge. 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 room ? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my discovery this morning. If so, why was I now stretching my pegleg 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 programme for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a raciness out of the cooky and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably take Crissa out to eat and to the movies and stuff. '' His lady friend Crissa was a sweet missy and gorgeous as well.

'' And pig out ? '' I asked with a teasing taunt in my voice. `` What kind of clobber 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 blunder off, knack around, and hooey. ''

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

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

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the hottest Mom in the locality. I just mean I did n't want to recollect 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 full complement. '' I then headed to the kitchen to set out getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and bewitch my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my pith 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 stairs. He 's so loud that I can trace his route from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. first gear he went to the bathroom. A instant later I heard the lavatory flush and the gurgle of the pipes. After that, I could describe his step as he walked down the short hall to his elbow room. Then his threshold 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 opine 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 imagination would take over and he would opine about me slowly stripping off my clothes in front of him ? Of course of instruction, in thinking this, I could n't help 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 the counter against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the reaching of my daughter coming home from school day. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage girl drama took up most of the next half hr. I love both of my kidskin but it 's a totally different human relationship between ma and their daughter and their boy. Jenna was into everything at school day, while Greg just focused on one thing at a time. This class 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 agent, which did n't explain why he needed my panties. Maybe they 'd been there for awhile. I honestly could n't remember how long they 'd gone missing.

Jenna went out into the backyard to toy with the dog and listen to her medicine before dinner. I went about my business in the kitchen, getting things set to start cooking. The house was calm again and I heard Greg 's sleeping room door spread out and then the lavatory room access close. Soon after that, I heard the exhibitor start upstairs.

It all hit me in a news bulletin. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a probability to go break under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen window and Jenna was lying on the lounge chairman listening to medicine. I quickly wiped my hands on a dishtowel, and leaned over and unwrap the draw 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 bathroom room access and could hear the water running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my olfactory organ as I slipped into his sleeping room. I gave the room a quick look-over to seduce sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the reliever of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different topographic point. My kernel 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 lading onto his Mother 's step-in ! 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 control, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a pair of my panties. I put the finger to my sass and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my digit with my spit, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't believe what I was doing. I was so aroused. I could sense how wet I was without even moving my body. There was n't practically gustatory perception, 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 spill to him ? These thoughts kept running through my mind as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and daughter. Of grade, other thoughts ran through my mind as well. I was at the sump 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 bemuse some food scraps into the garbage under the sink and I nearly backed redress 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, 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 sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would stay here for dinner party. save up me some ? ``

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

'' Thanks, Mom ! You 're the best ! '' he said as he started to take hold of 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 leave, 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 buttock. I could smell how clean and manly he was in that quick second of his lips brushing against my cheek.

He stepped back and looked me right in the center. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to throw the teasing 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 excited. Sexually energise, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` Pink neck equals wet pussy, '' 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 neck and then focused on my cooking, hoping it would all work out.

We had a nice dinner party. Jenna filled us in on all of her natural process and then we all watched a movie together. Friday night usually did n't finale too long at our house. Jenna always had a soccer biz on Saturday mornings 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 work to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to work his buns off and still observe time for the kids. I rubbed his back and then curled up side by side to him until he fell asleep.

I however was wide awake. My thinker was going a one hundred miles an time of day trying to figure out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to narrate my husband. When I was younger, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow love 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 satiny, filmy, and slightly transparent. I would kip nude if I could, but since the kidskin 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 mantle we have lying around.

It was underneath that diminished mantle that I began to touch myself. My creative thinker began to picture Greg jacking off with my pantie again. I went through several scenarios where I would take the air in and catch him jacking off. I imagined each time that I would slowly take all of my wearing apparel and look on him masturbate while he stared at my naked body. My pussycat was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing when I finally pulled my panties aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the couch shock. I was rubbing my button and pinching my mammilla as I thought about Greg coming home and finding me there, masturbating in the den.

I came with a sudden military unit that surprised me. It was one of the most knock-down coming I 'd had in a piece. I do n't abnegate myself intimate joy, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my hubby and I were n't that active agent, I just took affair 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 delight that were shuddering through my body, I slowly sat up. My panties were soaked with my succus. 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 brace of panties under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The twosome of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of panties I 'd just soaked with my own slit juice.

I 'd just entrust a dyad of my panties for my son to wank with. My panties. His mother 's scanty !

If someone had put a microphone next to my spunk at that import, I would have blown the talker of the sound system it was beating so intemperately. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whim, I took off my night-robe. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My pussy was still dampen and I knew there was wetness on my internal second joint. 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 au naturel, stroking his huge, unvoiced cock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my hands and articulatio genus, my face pressed to the floor and my stooge in the air. I was naked in my son 's way and masturbating. My bare ass would make been the commencement thing he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in in good order then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next orgasm. I collapsed on the floor in a snorting and puffing heap of naked anatomy. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car threshold shut outside and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor next room access, but it was enough to construct me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old step-in into my contaminating clothes 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 matter and then he came back into the den.

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

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

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

'' There 's that word again, '' I teased back. `` What form 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 heart went.

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

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

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

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

'' Just stuff, Mom, '' he said back somewhat boldly. `` Just the like old hooey 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 last time a boy talked to me about doing poppycock ? ``

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

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

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

'' Mmm, hmm, '' I said. `` I 've enjoyed talking to you ... about stuff and nonsense. '' I met his eyes again, and then turned and went to bed .