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 intellect 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 military action 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 fourth-year in high school, but he has a lady friend ! They 've been together for two eld and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his need taken care of. Is it possible that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin textile in my hired hand. My black pantie. Covered in dehydrated cum spot. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of times from when I loaned out my pantie to my Brother.

I pulled them up to my nose and whiff. No actual odor, early than being musty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how farseeing they had been there but I could n't tell by counting the desiccated seminal fluid, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those step-in and let my thinker wander to days gone by. Thinking about the clock time I had first watched my chum masturbate in front of me. Those memories stirred firm flavor 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 my scanty or wrap them around his prick ? Did he think of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be safe to be thinking about. I stood up and put the panties back under his bed where I had found them. I tried to stop thinking about it by focusing on my job.

Around four in the good afternoon, I was relaxing on the sofa in the den and enjoying a cup of coffee bean. I had changed into a wide-eyed pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston last class. I do n't signify to bluster but I 've held up good over the days. My legs might be my best 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 aphrodisiac. I 've also kept my hairsbreadth long instead of going with the `` Mommy '' look when the kids were born. My hubby really likes the way I 've kept my feeling. 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 virility and noise. It 's like they have to announce their presence to the world or something. He dropped his rucksack on the floor and headed straight to the kitchen.

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

'' 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 in one bridge player and a huge pelf cookie in the other and just plopped into the easily chair 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 claim description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glance of him staring at my legs as he came in the elbow room ? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my uncovering this forenoon. 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 plans for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

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

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

I took a sip of coffee to apply him a opportunity to record 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 grin and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The hold up metre a boy took me out to the movies ... and lug ... I ended up going domicile without my step-in on. ``

His mouth actually dropped undetermined ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's 144 ! ``

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the blistering Mom in the region. I just mean I did n't require 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 depart getting dinner quick. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the corner and caught my son watching me.

I stepped into the kitchen and my kernel 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 path from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. First he went to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the toilet flush and the gurgle of the pipage. After that, I could retrace his steps as he walked down the unforesightful 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 guess of me when he did it ? Would he cogitate about my peg and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his resource would take over and he would reckon about me slowly stripping off my clothes in front of him ? Of path, in thinking this, I could n't facilitate but picturing it in my mind.

I was standing in my kitchen imagining a setting where I would be slowly removing my wearing apparel 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 comeback against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the comer of my daughter coming place from shoal. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage female child drama took up near of the next half hr. I love both of my tiddler but it 's a totally different relationship between mamma and their girl and their Word. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one thing at a time. This year he was focused only on his mark and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend Crissa was gorgeous and fun to be around. I assumed that they were sexually combat-ready, which did n't explicate 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 play with the dog and listen to her music before dinner. I went about my business in the kitchen, getting things set up to set forth cooking. The household was placid again and I heard Greg 's sleeping accommodation door unresolved and then the privy door close. Soon after that, I heard the shower start upstairs.

It all hit me in a flashbulb. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the rain shower. I had a chance to go stop 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 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 doorway and could hear the water running and Greg singing. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his bedroom. I gave the room a agile look-over to make sure I did n't mess anything up and then lifted up the comforter of his bed.

I found them. They were in a different situation. My heart 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 load onto his female parent 's panty ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a finger to it. It was wet and cold. 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.

Back in the kitchen, I got my breathing under ascendence, and I looked at my finger. It was smeared with cum that my son had shot out onto a twosome of my panties. I put the fingerbreadth to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my finger with my glossa, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't think what I was doing. I was so perk up. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my torso. There was n't much 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 thoughts kept running through my mind as I began to develop dinner for my husband and daughter. Of course, former intellection ran through my judgment 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 cesspool 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, `` Okay, honey. I 'm just finishing up dinner. '' That 's what I said out loud. 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 Gallus gallus ? '' he said with a sigh. `` If I 'd known you were frying chicken I would stay 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 best ! '' he said as he started to grab his thing 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 spicy Mom around, '' he whispered. He leaned over and kissed me on the brass. I could sense how clean and manly he was in that quick second of his brim brushing against my boldness.

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

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

My face was flushed. I could experience my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm excited. Sexually delirious, that is. My married man always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` Pink cervix equals wet twat, '' he would tell me.

Now I needed to tranquilize 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 cooking, hoping it would all work out.

We had a nice dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her activities and then we all watched a moving picture together. Friday nights usually did n't last too long at our household. Jenna always had a soccer game on Saturday mornings and it always came so former. We were usually in bed by ten p.m. I playfully teased my married man a bit, but he was just too exhausted from study to play with me. I 'm not complaining. The man somehow manages to figure out his stooge off and still find fourth dimension for the child. I rubbed his back and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

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

I finally gave up on eternal sleep just before midnight. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the den to keep an eye on some television. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was zip on the groundless position, just something silky, sheer, and slightly limpid. I would kip bare if I could, but since the kids were here, I wore the least that I could get away with. I settled into the couch and covered up a bit with one of the minor mantle we have lying around.

It was underneath that pocket-sized blanket that I began to touch myself. My mind began to visualise 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 hit all of my clothes and watch him jerk off while he stared at my naked consistence. My pussy 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 sofa shock absorber. 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 out that surprised me. It was one of the most mighty orgasms I 'd had in a while. I do n't deny myself sexual joy, so it was n't from lack of sex. If my husband and I were n't that active agent, I just took matters into my own workforce. 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 step-in were soaked with my juices. 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 couplet of panty under Greg 's bed with this new pair. The pair of step-in I 'd just masturbated with. The pair of step-in I 'd just soaked with my own snatch juice.

I 'd just left a pair of my panties for my son to masturbate with. My scanty. His Mother 's panties !

If someone had put a microphone future to my heart at that moment, I would have blown the speaker unit of the auditory sensation scheme it was beating so hard. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a impulse, I took off my nightie. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedchamber. My pussy was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my inner 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 naked, stroking his Brobdingnagian, hard cock for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my manpower and articulatio genus, my face pressed to the story and my rump in the air. I was naked in my son 's elbow room and masturbating. My bare ass would sustain been the first gear thing he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in powerful then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my next climax. I collapsed on the storey in a huffing and puffing mickle of naked flesh. I might give fallen asleep, but I heard a car door shut remote and I quickly came to my senses. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor next door, but it was plenty to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old pantie into my grime clothes shackle. Satisfied, but now even more alive 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 electric refrigerator and seize some things 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 good-for-naught, Mom but you scared the poop out of me ! ''

I laughed and asked, `` Did you have a respectable fourth dimension ? ``

'' Sure, '' he said between sting of left-over electrocute poulet. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and stuff. ``

'' There 's that Word of God 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 afford and one of my wooden leg to be exposed. Yes, that 's where his eyes went.

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

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing feeling. `` I just wanted to make water sure that Crissa made it base with her panties on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a loud whisper. `` Can we delight lay off talking about this clobber ? ``

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

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

My eyebrows rose up with that gossip. `` Oh ? You think I only did binge back in the day ? '' I teased. `` Remember what I said earlier ? About the hold out time a boy talked to me about doing stuff ? ``

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

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

I looked back at him. I met his optic. I undid the tie to my robe, but I did n't open up it.

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