1. Pantie mom


    Date: 12/18/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Incest, Author: Forthepleaser, Rating: 96.2, Source: sexstories.com

    he sobbed. I was about to let him have it but he looked up at me all teary eyed and I lost my nerve. I sat down on Tim’s bed and put my arm around his bare shoulders. "Its OK honey, I mean, its only natural for a boy..." I floundered. Wasn't this John's responsibility to have this sort of talk with his son? Tim lay his head on my shoulder. "Its just...most boys don't masturbate with girl's panties. Do you understand?" I told him. Tim nodded slowly. "Usually, they look at a magazine, or maybe a video..." Tim began to stop crying. "Um...do you think I could have my panties back now, honey?" I asked. Tim nodded and reached under his pillow and produced them. Thick blobs of white semen coated the black satin. I tried a joke to cheer him up. "Gee, guess I should probably wash these before I wear them again, huh?" Tim laughed a little, and then became serious again. "Please don't tell Dad about this Mom..." "Its OK honey." I gave him a little squeeze. "How about we just forget about it, OK? I just want you realize that well, some things are kinda private you know...even for your mom." Tim sniffed and said "Yeah, I guess so. Thanks Mom!" We quickly hugged, and I got up and went back into my room, closing the door after me. It then hit me how aroused I was feeling. I had just caught my son masturbating in my room, with my panties. And he was calling out my name when he came! Was it true then, that sons did lust after their own mothers during puberty? My heart was pounding! I looked ...
    into the mirror and saw that my face was flushed. Placing the dirty panties on my bed, I began to undress out of my work clothes to change into my usual household wear of an old t-shirt and tracksuit pants. I let my blonde hair down, which fell around my shoulders. I unbuttoned and took off my shirt, and reached around and unzipped the back of my skirt, pushing it down over my full, womanly hips and letting it drop to the floor. Now only wearing a white lace bra and matching panties I walked over to the bed, and picked up my black panties that had just been fucked by my son five minutes ago. Tim had used them with the inside crotch against his cock, and his sperm was still clinging to the satin material there. I thought back to the last time I had seen my husband's cum. It had been on the night of our last wedding anniversary, when John had prematurely ejaculated right onto the new see-thru camisole I had worn to celebrate the occasion. That had been the last in a string of disappointing performances from John, and I had bought the vibrator and taken to pleasuring myself sexually soon after that. The vibrator...I opened my top drawer again and stared at it. It was slim, seven inches and finished in metallic silver. What I had seen my son do in here, and the thought of incest between me and son, initially shocked and disgusted me, yet I felt somehow turned on by it all in some sick, perverted way. My hand closed around the vibrator as realized I desperately needed to get myself ...
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