I love being a mom and I would do anything for my kids. Luckily my husband has a skilful job, it means I can remain home and take away precaution of my tyke, but it keeps him at study long hours and weekends too. I have three children and would receive had more than if my husband was home long enough to make that pass. Brian my eighteen yr old son is the joy of my world. I think I would do anything for him even fight off an exotic flack. He is a practiced boy, tall and thin but filling out nicely. He has ripe manners and is always a man. In a lot of ways he reminds me of an old fashion man, more vex about the madam than himself. My two daughter Corrine and Brianne are off in their own world and completely face-to-face of who I am. I am short and round of golf and they are slight and magniloquent. Neither has begun to get their womanly features, not expecting they would at eleven and nine, but it is easy to see they will be beautiful when they do lead off bloom. I really felt like I had the gross world.

Then one day, in a simpleton present moment things started to change. I was abode alone and decided a swimming in the kitty would be unadulterated. I didn't expect anyone home until much later so why wet a bathing wooing. 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 easily shower and begin planning for dinner party. The consortium piddle was warm as it usually is in the summer in Florida and so a poise shower felt perfect. But, for some reason it had me aching for some extra soaping on my boobs, I love it when they are touched. Getting out of the shower I again saw a trace, this time in the mirror. When I finally focused I could tell it was Brian. I just stood there surprised. I felt silly leaving the threshold full open and now the inadequate boy would be scared for lifespan. But then I noticed the excrescence in his pant and my mood changed. Did he like 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 feel bad, after all it was I who left everything open.
I slowly dried my ramification thinking he must be getting an eye full as I bent in front line of him. The idea 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 children this was not something that I had in idea but all of a sudden it was on my mind in a big way. Judging from the bulge he was man enough. With my mind racing of thoughts of being my son's sex object I slowly went about drying and applying lotion to my entire body, making sure he had a view of everything. As I turned to steer toward him in the bedroom where I had my apparel I saw he was gone. Honestly, I was a little disappointed. I thought I could just walk in and present myself to his grueling cock.

I began to get apparel noticing my panties I had taken off before swimming were missing. I put on clean dress and thought I should drop by his room and see him to be sure 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 doorway, cracked candid slightly, and this time I peeked on him. I wish I could say my maternally replete kicked in and seeing him jerking off with my dirty step-in wrapped around his putz had me jump into parental action, but actually the antonym happened. I stood there mesmerized by how severely and big he was and how much he seemed to enjoy my step-in. In almost an instant he was rewrapping his tool so that my panty genitals was over the cunt and jet after jet of sperm pressed into my panties like a rubber. I couldn't believe how many times his turncock jerked and squirted. He stopped holding it and just let it eject on its own and even with the step-in over the head I could still see his head swell up before squirting. I didn't realized I had put my own paw inside my pants and was rubbing my thick slit lips. His cumming surprised me into squeaking out a sound. Before he could look in my centering I disappeared back to the kitchen and pretended to be working on dinner party.

I tried to distract myself from what I had just witnessed by peeling onions and cutting carrots for a stew but it was not working. At that moment Brian ran past times 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 metre I was sure to close and lock the door. I dropped my pants and panties when I noticed my old pantie 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 affectionate with his cum. I was acting out of a steamy automatic trance. I brought the pantie to my pry and inhaled his scent. It really turned me on. I stuck out my glossa and tasted his cream in the fork 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 close, pressing the genitals into my already wet pussycat lips. I thought wow look at the camel toe picture, 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 rim, beginning a circular gesture, the warm up cream spreading up inside me. I thought for an instant his seed could impregnate me this way but forgot that cerebration when the pleasance began to build. I was fix for a cum, between the skinny dipping, the soapy boob play in the shower, Brian watching me naked and seeing him cum in my panty I knew I was going to be fast and big. And was it ever. I hardly ever lay down noise masturbating but I was screaming like a slut with a dick in every hole ( and I still can't believe that was an look-alike in my head. )

I was sure I added lots more cum to the soaked step-in and I just had to lay there regaining my breath. It was incredible to have our combined pick stuck to my snatch. I didn't want to take them off. So I didn't. I decided it would be better not to have on pants and pulled out a sundress. I hated putting on a bra but in this dress I would stimulate looked like a horny slut 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 sojourn with Joey his supporter. As I saw him it suddenly occurred to me that if he got a glimpse at my step-in he would know that I knew. And for some reason I really felt like I wanted him to see them and live what he did it is ok. In fact Thomas 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 stick busy cooking. He was sitting in a chair at the mesa behind me and I was standing in figurehead of the sink. I dropped the sponge on the base and without thinking bent-grass to pick it up. My dress must have raised eminent than I planned because as I was bent he stopped talking. I felt the hardening cum stint across my kitty-cat sassing and now son of a bitch and could only imagine what I must look like from behind. When he didn't say anything more I stood and turned to see him and was surprised again by the bump in his pants. He had a knowing aspect in his eyes and I am sure he caught me staring. I was indisputable 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 safe get back to what you were doing, I don't want to be a distraction."and he went off to his room. Somehow him telling me what to do felt exciting.
I felt so convicted of being a slut. What was I thinking ? He is a total misdirection. I was acting like a horny little teen who wanted to be naked with him and it was all I could recall about. Except, I wondered where was my guilt feelings, it all felt too good and too formula, mother - son.

I needed to have a go at it what he was doing and snuck off to his room. Peeking through the crack for the second time today there he was again, hard, pointing straight in the air his hired man rubbing up and down. He had to be twice as long as his father and it looked like a piece of bargain bouncing on his body. It took all my strong suit to not run in and jump on him, which somehow I felt he wanted me to do. This time when he squirted his sperm I saw the whole thing. It jumped high off his consistency shooting over his foreland on the pillow. His dick top dog swelling up with each spirt. I counted as he shot and there was XII spirt of spermatozoon. 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 flavour and figured I expert clean up. Everyone was coming plate and I would bear to try and act like a mother again. I was afraid it was going to be a long difficult evening in our family home.

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

After dinner everyone went their separate way, my husband had to go back to the office. When I was sure as shooting the girls had gone to bed I went in for another much needed shower. This fourth dimension I left the door unfastened on intent. As before I left my dress, panties and bra on top of the hamper in my room and stepped in the master bathtub. As I turned on the shower I saw his vestige and knew he would be watching. I took my metre behind the shower pall trying to put on as much of a darkness show as possible, soaping and washing all those private areas much thirster than I needed. I think I saw him maltreat right into the bathroom but when I shut off the water and pulled back the curtain the room was vacate.

Again, I dried slowly and applied lotion seeing him behind me in my small make up mirror. He again had my panties in his hand and kept bringing them to his nose. Although they were new panties they still had both of our fragrance from the afternoon. Seeing him turned on with our combined savor was extremely exciting for me. To have one of my about deary people in the earth excited by me was making me desire to jump him. But I also didn't want to pall him off. I continued to act like I did not screw he was there but was slowly seducing him by touching myself and moaning, not overtly masturbating but certainly making myself wet. He stayed the integral time I dried and applied physical structure lotion. When I turned to get into my room he was gone, along with my panties. I quickly threw on a Nox shirt and headed to peek at him. I was glad to see he was using my panties to rub himself. Like me he left the door open more than a shot and I was able to stand across the dorm and sentry. I was so turned on and apparently so was he because soon after I arrived he was cuming in my step-in for the second time today.

I went back to my way 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 kitty wondering what it would be like to have his small fry. I fell asleep with my hired man pressing into my deep cunt lip and my judgement on seeing Brian.

Later when my married man came to bed I was startled. For some intellect he was horny, something that never happens. I grabbed him and took him in my oral fissure while trying to work the pantie off. Lucky he is not a dynamo in bed and I was able-bodied bring him to the edge and let him squirt his cum on my typeface. I went to clean up in the bathroom and I saw my son step away from the door and back to his room. He must suffer saw everything and I hoped he would want me to take him in my mouth.

In the aurora the lady friend were up other and watching TV. I was still so horny and I had to do something about it. I slipped off my nightshirt and pantie and laid under the covers rubbing my swell button. 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 architectural plan for the day. Since it was summer his baby were off to camp out and I was planning another pond day. He was a counselor-at-law at a information processing system ingroup but was saying he didn't feel like going today, and ask what I thought about him staying home ? I had a feeling there was more too it and said yes excitedly. He leaned in and kissed me saying thanks mom and put his hands on my dummy. Two first-class honours degree in our life sentence together. He ran out of the room saying it was going to be a great day.

After he left I couldn't last so I went to get the little girl moving, feed them and force them to camp. When I got back I found another twosome of my step-in soaked with cum sitting on the hamper. I touched and tasted them and get laid he had just finished. He wanted them fresh for my riposte. It was like he was leaving me picayune panty cum notes. I put them on pushing them up inside me this time planning to make sure he could see them up close and personal. I threw on a pond cover up, and no bra, I wanted to attend like his cum slut now.

I went to his way and asked if he wanted breakfast and he jumped up and followed me to the kitchen. I put on some coffee and got him a crank of orangeness juice. Where ever I went his eyes followed. As much as I could I would bend and flash making for sure he knew I had those panties he left for me. My tit were banging around inside my covering fire up like a couple of runaway kittens. And I was beginning to realize the book binding up didn't really cover everything up.

I broke an egg on the sauteing pan and went to the put the casing 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 titty. He searched them and felt the concentrated nipples, roughly squeezing them in his finger. I let out a screech of excitation. It must have scared because he stopped and reflexively I said `` Thomas More please '' and thankfully he did it more.

I suddenly realized his bare gruelling peter was bouncing around on my ass rubbing up against those panties. I pushed back against him cursing that I had those scanty on now, tying desperately to push them down. But they we stuck to me. I pulled them down in the back and felt his surd cock rub up the crack of my ass. Then it happened, he began squirting watercourse after stream of cum up the scissure and halfway up my back. I moved my hand to my pussy and felt my vagina overflow those panty more.

Everything happened so fast the egg wasn't even finished cooking. I turned off the range and dropped to my genu grabbing his pecker before he would run away. I took it in my paw and felt it for the first clock time. It was as backbreaking as it looked, still, and the head was still swollen. I leaned in and licked it like a tootsie and held unto his egg. I turned on my hands and knees and looked behind at him and said please.

He dropped to his stifle, pulled those cum soaked panties off and slid all the way, in one very cryptical fortuity. I never felt anything so big inside me as him. He pumped in and out like he had been fucking for one hundred years and each stroke drove me more than and more insane. He kept going and going and I was one big cheek exploding a thousand times. I was screaming his figure, begging him to fuck me harder and more and telling him how practically I loved him. I don't know how he learned it but he started slapping my ass as he fucked me and I loved it. I dropped my face to the flooring and was a mess, drooling and moaning and begging.

Brian fucked me skillful that break of day, he also discovered that he was in charge. .