I was shocked. I was just picking up wearing apparel for the washing when I found a couple of my panties underneath my son 's bed. I sat down on the bed, holding the step-in in my hand.

My mind flashed back to long ago. I was doing the same thing when I found my Mom 's scanty under my brother 's bed. That had led to a lot of sexual action with my buddy, but you already know about that.

That was with my chum, and this is my son ! I could n't conceive it. Sure he 's eighteen and a senior in high gear shoal, but he has a girl ! They 've been together for two years and she 's gorgeous. I 've assumed that he was getting his demand taken upkeep of. Is it potential that men truly ca n't get enough ?

I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my hand. My inglorious step-in. Covered in dry cum stains. I knew what it was. I 'd seen it enough of times from when I loaned out my panties to my brother.

I pulled them up to my olfactory organ and sniffed. No existent odor, other than being fusty from being underneath the bed. I wondered how long they had been there but I could n't tell by counting the dry ejaculate, it was too coated.

I sat there holding those scanty and let my mind wander to days gone by. Thinking about the time I had first watched my brother masturbate in front of me. Those memories stirred strong feelings if you know what I mean. I began to marvel about my son. I wondered what his cock looked like ? I wondered what it looked like as he stroked it ? Did he smell my panty or wrap them around his turncock ? Did he cogitate of me while he masturbated ?

This was not going to be good 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. I had changed into a simple yoke of khaki shortstop and a tee shirt I 'd picked up in Galveston last year. I do n't mean to shoot a line but I 've held up good over the years. My legs might be my best feature, but the dummy and ass are n't bad at all. I was wearing sandals that have straps up to the articulatio talocruralis. I 've always found them to be sexy. I 've also kept my hairsbreadth long instead of going with the `` mum '' look when the kid were born. My married man really likes the way I 've kept my aspect. It really shows when we 're out with Quaker and he compares me to the other wives.

Anyway, that 's where I was when my son came home. He came busting into the mansion just exploding with manliness and interference. It 's like they have to announce their mien 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 refrigerator looking for a collation. `` I 'm home ! ``

'' Well, it 's kind of hard not to comment that, '' I said from the den. `` You 're not exactly a Ninja, are ya ? ``

He came into the den with a soda in one hand and a huge sugar cooky in the other and just plopped into the tardily death chair 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 verbal 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 nous was just being overactive since my discovery this morning. 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 eye went ! Caught ya !

'' So what are your design for tonight ? '' I asked, breaking his gaze from my legs. `` Are you eating here or going out ? ``

He took a sting out of the cookie and said, `` Ehh, I 'll probably look at Crissa out to eat and to the flick and poppycock. '' His girlfriend Crissa was a sweet fille and gorgeous as well.

'' And stuff ? '' I asked with a teasing twit in my vocalisation. `` What sort of material are you going to do with Crissa ? Hmmm ? ``

I took a sip of coffee to give him a hazard to register what I 'd said.

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

I looked over at him with a sly grinning and said, `` Well, I had better warn her then. The end time a boy took me out to the movies ... and block ... I ended up going home without my step-in on. ``

His sassing actually dropped open ! `` Mom ! Please ! '' he stammered. `` That 's rank ! ``

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

'' No ! '' he replied quickly. `` Jeez, you 're the blistering Mom in the neck of the woods. I just mean I did n't want to guess 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 bulge out getting dinner ready. I stopped and looked back just before I turned the recession and caught my son watching me.

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

I heard him pounding his way up the steps. He 's so loud that I can trace his course from downstairs as he walks around upstairs. start he went to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the toilet flush and the gurgle of the piping. After that, I could trace his footstep as he walked down the short hall to his elbow room. Then his door closed.

I wondered if he was going to she-bop. 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 legs and ass as I walked away from him just now ? I wondered if his imagination would engage over and he would think about me slowly stripping off my clothes in forepart of him ? Of course, in thinking this, I could n't assist 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 belly forward against the kitchen countertop. When I stood up on my tiptoes, I could really adjure the counter against my now throbbing clit.

I was brought back to reality by the arrival of my daughter coming habitation from school. Greeting her and dealing with her teenage fille drama took up most of the next one-half hour. I love both of my kids but it 's a totally different relationship between Moms and their daughters and their sons. Jenna was into everything at school, while Greg just focused on one thing at a time. This yr he was focused only on his grades and his girlfriend.

His lady friend 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 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 start cooking. The theatre was placidity again and I heard Greg 's bedroom threshold undetermined and then the lavatory door close. Soon after that, I heard the shower bath scratch line upstairs.

It all hit me in a flare. Greg had been upstairs in his room jacking off ! Now he was in the shower. I had a chance to go insure under his bed ! I looked out the kitchen windowpane and Jenna was lying on the lounge chairwoman listening to music. I quickly wiped my manus on a tea towel, and leaned over and undid 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 bathroom threshold and could hear the water running and Greg tattle. My heart was beating strongly and I was breathing quickly through my nose as I slipped into his chamber. I gave the way a nimble 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 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 ... spot of cum ! Oh my ! I was looking at his cum ! My son had just shot his load onto his Mother 's pantie ! I was stunned. I reached out and touched a fingerbreadth to it. It was wet and cold. I smeared my finger's breadth 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.

book binding 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 dyad of my panties. I put the finger's breadth to my lips and worked it around, eventually sliding it into my mouth. I worked my fingerbreadth with my clapper, sucking at my son 's cum ! I could n't believe what I was doing. I was so wound up. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my body. 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 spill the beans to him ? These thoughts kept running through my thinker as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and daughter. Of course, other thoughts ran through my mind as well. I was at the swallow hole and imagining him coming up behind me and pressing his hard rooster against my ass when it actually almost happened. I backed up a bit to throw some food refuse into the garbage under the sump 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 brassy. 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 chicken ? '' 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 affair 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 nerve. I could smell how scavenge and manly he was in that quick second of his lips brushing against my impertinence.

He stepped back and looked me right wing in the eyes. I was stunned a bit, but not enough to bemuse the tease 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 experience my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I 'm excited. Sexually charge up, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just could n't hide it. `` pink neck opening equals wet kitty, '' he would order me.

Now I needed to tranquillise down before my daughter or hubby 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 function out.

We had a nice dinner. Jenna filled us in on all of her activities and then we all watched a movie together. Fri nights usually did n't last too long at our house. Jenna always had a association football game on Sabbatum 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 cultivate his backside off and still find time for the kids. I rubbed his backbone and then curled up next to him until he fell asleep.

I however was blanket awake. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour trying to work out out what to do with Greg. It never even entered my mind to distinguish my married man. When I was immature, I had protected my brother from getting caught jacking off with Mom 's panties, and I just somehow experience 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 catch some telly. I was wearing a silk nightgown. It was naught on the risky side, just something slick, vapourous, and slightly transparent. I would sleep naked if I could, but since the kids 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 head began to envision Greg jacking off with my panty again. I went through respective 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 learn him masturbate while he stared at my naked eubstance. My slit was sopping wet and my clitoris was throbbing when I finally pulled my panties aside. I scooted down a bit so I would n't be dripping onto the lounge cushions. 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 military unit that surprised me. It was one of the most sinewy coming I 'd had in a while. I do n't traverse myself sexual pleasure, so it was n't from deficiency of sex. If my husband and I were n't that participating, I just took matters into my own work force. 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 juice. I slipped them off, and with them dangling from my finger, I started my way back to my bedchamber.

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 couplet of panties I 'd just masturbated with. The twosome of scanty I 'd just soaked with my own pussy juice.

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

If soul had put a microphone adjacent to my affection at that moment, I would have blown the loudspeaker system of the sound system it was beating so hard. I stood up, and straightened the bed covers again.

Then, on a whim, I took off my nightgown. I was standing there naked in my son 's bedroom. My kitty was still damp and I knew there was wetness on my privileged 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 au naturel, stroking his vast, severe shaft for me. I started to rub my pussy again. I ended up on my hands and knees, my typeface pressed to the floor and my can in the air. I was naked in my son 's room and masturbating. My bare ass would have been the first thing he saw if he walked in at that moment.

Imagining him walking in right then and seeing me masturbating brought me to my following coming. I collapsed on the floor in a huffing and puffing hatful of naked flesh. I might have fallen asleep, but I heard a car doorway shut international and I quickly came to my sensory faculty. It was n't Greg, but the neighbor adjacent room access, but it was enough to make me get dressed and go downstairs.

I tossed the old panties into my dirty apparel trammel. Satisfied, but now even more awake than I was earlier, I put on a robe and went back to the den. I was watching TV when Greg finally came family. He stumbled in and went straight past me to the kitchen. I heard him spread the fridge and grab some affair 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-nothing, Mom but you scared the poop out of me ! ''

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

'' indisputable, '' he said between insect bite of left-over electrocute volaille. `` We just watched a movie and hung out and stuff. ``

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

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

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

'' Okay, '' I replied back, again with a teasing quality. `` I just wanted to make for certain that Crissa made it home with her panties on tonight. ``

'' Jeez, Mom ! '' he said in a gaudy susurration. `` Can we please discontinue talking about this hooey ? ``

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 stuff, '' I told him. `` Maybe I 'm curious about the kind of stuff my son is doing. ``

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

My eyebrows 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 terminal time a boy talked to me about doing clobber ? ``

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

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

I looked back at him. I met his eyes. I undid the tie to my robe, but I did n't spread out it.

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