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Panty Mom
by Melinda (address withheld)
***
Sarah decides to guide her son Tim's sexual urges when
she discovers him wanking with a pair of her panties.
(F/m-teen, inc, 1st, mast, rom)
***
This story is of my most shameful, darkest secret, of
how I have seduced my only son and become his lover.
Although the attraction between us is mutual, it was my
inability to control my own lust that has brought us
together. I know it is shameful and wrong, but I don’t
know how I could ever stop sleeping with my son now.
It all started when I arrived home a little earlier
than usual one day, after closing a sale at the real
estate office where I work. After letting myself in and
kicking off my high heels, I called out to let my 13
year-old son, Tim, to let him know I was home.
"Hello! Tim? Honey, are you there?" There was no
response. I figured he must have gone out to the mall
after school, so I went upstairs to get changed. As I
climbed the stairs, I heard a low moan and stopped. Had
I imagined it?
"Ohhh...yeah...oh yeah...uugggh..."
I stopped at the top of the stairs and listened hard.
"Uuggh...ahh...ahhh..."
It was the sound of someone having sex, and it was
coming from inside my room. I froze, wondering who was
in there. Was it my husband with another woman? I kept
listening as I moved to the slightly ajar door to my
room.
"Uugghh...ohhh...Sarah!"
I was shocked to hear my name. Who was this? I slowly
pushed opened the door.
Lying on my bed, eyes closed, was my son Tim. He was on
his back naked, his hands pumping in his lap. Wrapped
around his hard cock was my newest pair of black satin
panties that I had worn just yesterday. I stood and
stared in shock, unable to move. Tim was the one
moaning as he wanked on my bed! I opened my mouth to
begin telling him off but no voice came out. My gaze
was locked onto his cock as his hands glided up and
down the silky material of the panties.
"Ohhh...Sarah...ugggh...I'm coming..."
His eyes opened as his orgasm started. He saw me and
gasped, frozen as his hands still held my panties to
his cock, the material at the top becoming wet with his
semen.
"Mom!!!" he cried out, his cry shocked my out of my
transfixed state.
"Tim!!! What are you doing? My god, what are you
doing?" I shrieked.
Tim jumped up and ran past me into his own room,
slamming his door.
I sat down on my bed, dumbfounded. I began to
rationalize that masturbation was normal for a teenage
boy, but surely not in his parent’s room, with his
mother’s underpants and calling her name? I looked at
my bedside drawers. The top one was still open and I
looked inside. Tim had obviously been looking through
at all my lingerie, which meant he probably had also
seen - my vibrator in the same drawer. That was my
hidden secret and not even my husband John had known I
was using it.
Tim had violated my privacy by looking through my
drawers and masturbating with my panties. I became very
angry and stormed out into the hall and knocked loudly
on Tim's door.
"Tim! Open up mister, you have a lot of explaining to
do!"
I opened the door without waiting for an answer. Tim
was sitting on his bed, still naked but now crying with
shame.
"I'm sorry Mom, I'm really sorry!" 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 off again.
I lay down on my bed holding the vibrator in the right
hand and the dirty black panties in the other. I rubbed
the shaft of the vibrator against the outside of my
white lace panties, setting it to vibrate softly. My
pussy responded immediately, my outer lips tingling
with pleasure.
I looked at the black panties, and touched my son’s
gooey cum on them with my thumb and fingers. For a
moment I wondered what it would taste like to eat cum,
as some women do, then pushed that disgusting thought
out of my mind. I let go of the sperm covered panties
and slid my white ones around my ass and down my legs
to my ankles. Bringing my feet close to my now bare
pussy I let my thighs part, lazily drawing little
circles on my leg with the vibrator.
I thought about Tim. Did he really want to have sex
with me? I had never really considered that possibility
before, he had always been my sweet little boy. I had
not noticed before how he was growing into a young man,
his chest and arms developing, his penis...his erect
penis was almost as big as his fathers...
At this last thought I pushed the vibrator down onto my
pussy, mashing it against the small hood of my clit,
making my body shudder. I gasped as the tip of the
vibrator slid up and down my sex, a silver, vibrating
cock seeking to enter to my willing cunt. I pushed it
hard against my moist opening, my vulva yielding as the
vibrator slowly slipped inside me. My hands slid up to
my tummy as the pulsating sensations in my vagina
radiated out into my lower body. I reached up to my bra
and pulled the cups down under my breasts, freeing my
red, hardened nipples from the white lace.
I closed my eyes and thought of Tim lying on his back
on my bed, his hands sliding up and down his panty
covered dick. I rolled over and sat up on my thighs, my
knees still spread wide, imagining myself straddling my
son's hard cock as I slowly worked the vibrator in and
out of my cunt. My breath quickened, little moans and
gasps escaping my open mouth.
My eyes opened to the image of myself in the mirror,
the blonde hair around my shoulders now wild, my large
tits pushing out from my chest and my thighs spreading
wider as I rode the surrogate cock beneath me. I pulled
it out completely, teasing my labia with the tingling
vibrations then stabbed it back in roughly, pushing
deep inside me.
My climax was sudden and caught me by surprise. I
closed my eyes again, my free hand pushing against the
pink button of my clit as my cunt spasmed, gripping the
vibrator tightly. A powerful wave of pleasure surged
throughout my lower body, my hips crudely thrusting as
the sensations of intense sexual gratification
overwhelmed me. I threw my head back and let out low,
guttural moans as the incredible pleasure of my self
induced orgasm intensified and then slowly ebbed away.
I lowered myself to the bed, lying flat on my tummy
with my legs together, my round ass quivering as the
plastic cock continued to vibrate inside me. My white
panties were still around my ankles, and my face was
right next to the black pair. Gasping to catch my
breath, I stared vacantly at the white globules of
spunk coating their crotch, a reminder of Tim's recent
masturbation session where I lay.
I felt a sudden wave of guilt pass through me. It had
been wrong to fantasize about my own son, the boy who I
had given life to. Even if I had been part of his
fantasy, I was older, more mature and supposed to
understand the taboo of incest and the damage it could
cause.
I reached down and pulled the wet vibrator from my
pussy, turning it off and wiping the sticky secretions
of my vagina onto the black panties sticky with Tim’s
spunk. The thought of our male and female sexual fluids
now mixing together flashed in my head, and I quickly
pushed it out of my mind, pinching myself as
punishment.
I pulled up my white panties and placed my breasts back
into the cups of my bra. I then dressed in my usual
home attire, and gathered my work clothes and my cum
and cunt stained panties. I left my room and went to
the laundry downstairs, throwing the clothes into the
washing basket. I made sure that the dirty panties were
under my work clothes, as I was afraid John could find
them and think I was having an affair with someone. I
then walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner for the
family.
***
That night, as John lay in bed reading and I changed
into my favorite blue nightie, I tried to talk John
into having a discussion with Tim about sex.
"Can't you just talk to him about, you know, how it’s
done, and about safe sex?" I asked my husband. John
sighed and shut his book, looking up at me over his
glasses.
"What would he need to know? They teach that stuff in
school these days. What he needs is someone to tell him
to get off his ass and do his homework for a change!"
John said as I got into bed with him.
"Well maybe he just needs someone to guide him down the
right path, so he doesn't make the same mistakes we
made!" I shot back.
"You mean when I got you pregnant with Timothy? Don't
start down that path with me, Sarah. I've worked damn
hard to keep you and him comfortable, so don't
criticize me if your life hasn't turned out how you
would have liked. Now goodnight!"
As he turned out the light I realized that John didn't
care about us, he only cared for his job and playing
golf, leaving me to raise Tim and run the household. He
resented having to start work immediately after senior
high, ending his dream of going to college upstate, and
he resented having to marry me, pregnant with our only
child. If that was the way it had to be, fine. I
decided I would talk to Tim about sex, and make sure he
knew what was right and wrong in terms of his behavior.
I knew he must be just discovering his sexuality, and
that it was probably common for young boys to have a
crush on their mothers, after all, I was the closest
woman to him in his life.
It occurred to me that he would continue to masturbate
throughout his teenage years, which was normal. What I
needed to do was to encourage a healthy interest in
girls his own age, at least younger than me, and
diverting his attention away from me, while teaching
him how to be responsible as well. I also needed to
rethink my own image of Tim in my mind, of him
developing from a slightly shy little boy into a young,
attractive, sexually active man with urges that had to
be satisfied.
***
The next day, on my lunch break I decided the best way
to encourage a healthy sex drive in my son would be to
provide him with some stimulating reading material for
him to masturbate over. I went over to the newsstand
near my office and picked out some of the men’s
magazines containing scantily clad models wearing
swimsuits and lingerie.
The most nudity in them was one particularly revealing
outfit worn by one model, a see-thru teddy clearly
showing the girl's dark nipples and trimmed pussy. I
also picked out one of the mainstream porno magazines
that showed full nudity. As I flicked through the pages
of spread-eagled, slutty women I was aware of the fat,
balding, middle-aged newsstand owner watching me. I
brought the magazines over to him and pushed a note
onto the counter.
"Yeah, there's some real hot girls in them magazines if
you know what I mean, ehh?" the newsstand guy snickered
as his eyes settled on the slightly visible cleavage of
my breasts. His hand slid across the counter and
brushed over mine as he took the money.
"You know, I finish my shift here soon baby...how
'bought you and me gettin together for, you know?" he
said lewdly as his gazed shifted briefly up to my face
and returned to the view down my shirt.
"Keep the change, jerk off, because that’s all you’ll
be getting from me!" I replied as I grabbed the
magazines and turned to leave.
"Fuckin lezbos ehh?" the guy snickered to another male
customer as I left the newsstand.
"Fucking pig!" I muttered to myself as I walked back to
my office, a shocked old man staring at me as we passed
on the sidewalk. God help me, I thought, if I couldn't
prevent my Tim from turning into a sleaze like that.
"Hi honey, I'm home!" I called out as I let myself in
again that afternoon.
"Hi mom!" my son replied from the living room. I walked
in to find him glued to the TV, playing the video game
console he had gotten for his last birthday. I sat
down, next to him, attempting to follow the game on
screen.
"Is this a new one?" I asked.
"Yeah, its pretty cool. You get to steal cars and do
missions and stuff...hang on..." Tim paused as his
video game character machined gunned a group of people,
before jumping into a car and speeding off.
"Pretty cool huh?" he chuckled.
"Looks pretty realistic." I smirked sarcastically.
"Anyway honey, I got you something today." I opened my
leather attache case and pulled out the magazines I had
bought. Tim’s eyes glanced over quickly and went wide
with interest. He let go of the game pad and held the
magazines without blinking. I looked at the TV to see
video game man crash his uncontrolled car into a pole,
then be attacked by a group of people who beat him to
death with baseball bats, only to be brought back to
life seconds later. Who says porno warps children’s
minds when they make video games like that?
"Uhh...Mom, what are these for?" Tim asked, his face
beginning to turn red.
"There for you silly, for when...you know..." I felt
myself blushing. This sex-ed stuff was harder than I
thought. Tim opened and flicked through one of the less
pornographic ones, his gaze moving over the girls in
their skimpy swimsuits posing provocatively.
"Gee, thanks Mom! These mags are awesome!" he said
excitedly, his initial embarrassment now turning to
enthusiasm.
"That’s OK honey. How about you take them upstairs to
your room and hide them, I'm not sure what your father
will think if he sees them. And honey, if there is
anything you like to know about, you know, girls and
sex and stuff, feel free to ask me, OK?"
"Sure Mom, thanks."
We both stood to leave for our rooms.
"How about a hug for your mom?" I asked, and without
waiting for a reply pulled my son to me and hugged him
tightly for a few seconds.
"Uhh, I gotta go...Mom...I have to..."
I felt something pushing into my tummy, and looked down
to see the large bulge forming in my son’s pants
pressing against me, his cock hardening. I let him go
instantly, and Tim held the mags to his crotch as he
quickly scurried up the stairs, his face redder than
ever.
I slapped my forehead as I realized how stupid I was.
He would obviously have gotten aroused looking at the
magazine girls, and I had aggravated the situation by
making close contact with my body. I walked upstairs to
change, noticing Tim had shut his door again. I
wondered if he was masturbating, and whether he was
looking at the mags or thinking about me, and again I
fought to push such incestuous thoughts out of my head.
***
The next morning Tim and I sat together at the kitchen
table for breakfast. John had just left for work, and
Tim shoveled his favorite cereal into his mouth as I
sipped on my morning coffee.
"So, did you sleep well last night Tim?" I asked
teasingly.
"Uhh, yeah I did!" Tim giggled foolishly in reply,
making me start to laugh too.
"Which one was your favorite?" I asked.
"My favorite? What do you mean?
"You know, which of the magazines did you like the
best?"
"Umm...I like the ones with ladies in lingerie, but I
guess it was the one with the really naked girls in
it." Tim answered.
"Why is it your favorite?"
"Because...because you can see everything, their tits,
and their...their cunt."
I nearly spat my coffee over the table after hearing
that last word coming out of my once innocent little
boy's mouth.
"It’s called a woman's vagina, Tim. Or her pussy, if
you have to call it a name. Cunt is a very dirty word
Tim, and most women don't like to hear it unless..."
"Unless what?" Tim was beginning to enjoy this
conversation.
"Never mind. So you like the magazine because it’s more
explicit than the others?"
"What's explicit mean?"
"It means it’s dirtier than the other ones." Tim
thought about this for a second, and then piped up
again.
"It sure is! It has hot dildo-fucking action in it."
"Tim! Where did you learn phrases like that?" I
chastised.
"That’s what the magazine called it! The lady was
putting a rubber dick into her mouth and then inside
her pussy!" Tim replied. "It looked like the..."
"Thing in my top drawer, Tim?" I interrupted, not
liking the way this conversation was heading. "Yes Tim,
I know what dildo fucking is, but its no different to
you...jerking off...is that what you call it?"
"Spanking the monkey!" Tim chuckled. "Or choking the
chicken! Yeah, I guess jerking off is a good name for
it."
"Well sometimes women need to jerk off too honey, even
your mother. And my vibrator, well that just helps
mommy..."
"Come hard?"
"Well yes, I need to have an orgasm, coming hard is
called having an orgasm, Tim." I decided that this
conversation needed closing quickly, and stood up to
leave for work.
"See you when I get home, honey." I leaned over and
gave Tim a quick kiss goodbye, and noticed him peeking
down my shirt, stealing a brief glimpse of my breasts
inside my lacy black bra. Clearly he was still
interested in me sexually, and although it made me feel
a little guilty, I enjoyed the attention Tim was giving
me, and I found myself swinging my hips as I left the
room for the front door.
At my desk at the office I thought about Tim’s obvious
panty fetish. While I was dressing in my room I had
noticed a few pairs of my panties missing, and even one
of my bras too. I thought that perhaps if I just bought
him a pair to play with, he might stop stealing mine.
After work I drove to the mall, and into one of the
specialty lingerie shops on the top level. They had a
table with a few markdown items on it. I picked out a
very skimpy leopard print g-string, and brought it over
to the young lady at the counter.
"I guess your husband will like this one!" she remarked
as she ran it up on my card.
"Yes, I suppose he would, I mean will," I stammered,
and quickly left the store with my purchase before I
could make another slip of the tongue. I felt almost
guilty about buying the panties now, and on the way
back to my car I figured that the girl probably would
think that I was having an affair. Half my luck, I
thought as I drove out of the car park, I could do with
some action like that.
When I got home, I went upstairs to find Tim in his
room. I knocked on his door.
"Yeah, come in!" he yelled.
I opened the door to see Tim on his bed reading the
explicit porno magazine but not masturbating. On the
pages, a very pretty brunette girl posed in black
stockings as she spread her shaved pussy wide for the
camera, her vulva and clitoris exposed. Tim made no
attempt to hide the magazine, or the large bulge in his
shorts as I sat next to him on the bed.
"Mom, how does a guy’s dick fit into a woman’s pussy?"
Tim asked me. "The hole kinda looks too small."
"Well, you see, a woman’s vagina is flexible, so it
stretches to fit around the man’s penis when they are
having sex. You know that babies have to fit down there
too you know, and a baby’s head is a lot bigger than
any guy’s penis!" I explained. "But also when a woman
is aroused, she kinda gets wet in there, and it makes
it easier for the guy to penetrate her."
"What’s the biggest a guy’s cock can get?"
"Umm, I’m not sure sweetie, I guess pretty big."
My gaze shifted to my son’s hard-on in his shorts, and
I began to feel the sick, perverted arousal I had felt
before.
"Do all women like guys to have a big cock?" Tim asked.
"Uhh, I guess so."
My pussy was becoming wet as I stole glances of the big
cock almost right in front of me, and I felt the sudden
urge to reach over and free it from my son’s pants, to
ride on it and satisfy my growing urge for real sex.
"Anyway honey, I bought you something new today." I
fished the g-string panties out of my attaché case and
placed them in Tim’s lap, my hand briefly touching his
hard-on through his shorts. Tim stared at them.
"Are they, are they yours?" he asked slowly.
"No, I bought them today, do you like them?"
"Umm, I guess," he replied with little enthusiasm.
"What’s wrong honey? I know you like girls panties, and
I thought..."
"Its just, I kind of prefer, I’d rather, have your
panties, Mom, after you’ve worn them."
I sat in shock for a few seconds, and then I spoke.
"Oh well, guess there’s only one way to solve this..."
I stood up and placing my hands under my skirt pulled
down the black lace panties I was wearing. Stepping out
of them up, I offered them to Tim, who stared in shock
at me.
"Swap ya?" I asked teasingly. We exchanged panties, and
I slid the leopard print g-string up my legs. My skirt
lifted and for a brief second the blonde fuzz of my
cunt was visible to my son, his eyes following the g-
string as it fitted snugly around my pussy. I held my
skirt at my waist as I walked over to the mirror to see
how they looked on me, Tim’s glance never leaving my
almost bare ass. I was surprised at how good they
looked on me, and I posed for a few seconds before
turning to face Tim again, his gaze firmly set on my
crotch and his hands pressing my black panties to his
lap.
"Guess I’ll leave you to it, honey." I said in a low
voice, and slowly walked out of his room and into my
own.
My head was spinning as I as threw myself onto my bed.
What had I done? I had exposed myself lewdly in front
of my son, teasingly him with the sight of me changing
my panties, even accidentally letting him see my pussy.
I had crossed the line, from being a concerned parent
to becoming a seductress, tempting my son with my half
naked body. If only I hadn’t felt so horny,
Was he going to masturbate there and then after my
display? I had to know. I crept from my room over to
the half closed door of Tim’s room, treading carefully
in bare feet. I looked through the gap of the doorway
into the mirror, and in the reflection I saw Tim on his
knees on his bed, my used panties again wrapped around
his cock, the magazine beneath him, still open at the
girl spreading her the lips of her cunt. Tim spoke
softly as his fist pumped up and down on his cock.
"Oh, Sarah, I want to fuck you, make your pussy wet,
.make your pussy wet Sarah, ughhh..."
I sunk to my knees as I watched the erotic peep-show of
my son, masturbating as he fantasized over fucking me.
My hand went under my knee length skirt, and I was
surprised to find the crotch of the new g-string
soaking wet where warm fluid was seeping from my sex
into the material.
"Sarah, you love big hard cocks, you love my hard cock
Sarah, your pussy is so wet."
I slipped the leopard print panties to the side of my
hairy mound, my hand becoming sticky with my own
lubricant, my fingers spreading my cunt just like the
girl’s in the magazine. My index finger slid easily
into my wet hole, and I finger fucked myself slowly,
watching my son wanking with the black lace panties I
had worn at work that day, his ass thrusting to meet
his fist.
I thought briefly about getting my vibrator, and then
decided I was too close to coming to stop myself now.
As I felt my tummy muscles tense up, I lay back against
the floor in front of Tim’s door and lifted my spread
legs off the ground to heighten my arousal.
My climax was building more slowly this time, two
fingers thrusting deep inside my wet chasm as my thumb
rubbed roughly at my clit. I gasped loudly, not caring
anymore if Tim opened his door to find his mother lying
before him, legs held wide above her body, fingering
her cunt madly in her new leopard print g-string,
wanting her son to throw himself onto her body and
satisfy her incestuous lust with his hard cock. I
pushed my fingers up against the walls of my cunt,
desperately seeking to orgasm.
The pleasant, tickling sensations I have before my
climaxes radiated out from my pussy and my legs began
to shake. I shut my eyes tightly and held my breath as
the stimulation inside my pussy became almost
unbearable, my cunt muscles squeezing my fingers as if
they were going to be severed inside me.
I writhed on the floor as I came, overwhelmed by the
intense orgasmic pleasure wracking my body. I cried out
in shock as a warm spurt of my pussy’s wetness gushed
out my vulva, onto the palm of my hand. That had never
happened to me before, but then I had never been coming
so hard in my life! I continued to come against my
hand, rocking my hips back and forth lewdly.
Suddenly I realized that Tim must have heard me orgasm
just outside his room, and that I was probably only
seconds away from discovery. I quickly picked myself
off the floor and rushed back to my room. I knew that
having sex with Tim was now my fantasy, but tried to
tell myself that it was just that, a dark, sinful
fantasy that could not be fulfilled, unless, unless I
gave in to my desires and committed the taboo act of
incest, the ancient law forbidding a woman to fornicate
with the fruit of her own womb.
I no longer felt in control of my feelings, unable to
make the right decisions concerning the sexual tension
that now smoldered between Tim and I. As I changed out
my work clothes somehow I knew I would not be able to
help myself and that some sort of sexual encounter
between the two of us was going to happen sooner or
later, despite my good intentions as a loving mother.
***
That Friday I went grocery shopping after work. As I
moved down the aisle with medicine and personal hygiene
stuff, I noticed something I had been meaning to show
my son. They were condoms, and I wanted to buy some for
Tim, so that when the time was right he would be fully
prepared for his first sexual experience.
I picked out a box of super thin ones, and hid them
underneath some other items. It was absurd, me, a woman
of 34 years, being embarrassed at buying condoms, but I
was afraid I might bump into someone I knew, someone
who would be curious to know why I needed protection if
I was still faithful to my husband.
When I got home Tim was there to help load the
groceries out of the car. I admired his strong but
youthful body as he lifted three bags with each arm at
time, quickly finishing the tiring task. Once all the
bags were inside the kitchen, Tim began looking through
each one, searching for his favorite biscuits that I
always bought him. I put the groceries away as I spoke
to him.
"It’s such a relief to finally finish for the week, huh
honey?" I turned to see Tim holding the condom box in
his hands, eyeing it intently. I moved across to peer
over his shoulder.
"Do you know what these are for, Tim?" I asked him
quietly.
"Uhh, like, they stop you from getting AIDS, and
getting a girl pregnant when you..."
"Fuck her. Yes, that’s right. Have you used one
before?" I asked.
"Umm, no, I haven’t mom, you know I’m still a virgin,"
Tim’s face was turning red again.
"Do you how to put one on your cock Tim? Because you
will need to know when you are going to have sex for
the first time." I said, in a matter of fact way as I
could, considering how turned on I was becoming,
discussing sex again with my son again. Throwing
caution to the wind, I decided to be forward with Tim.
"I’ll tell you what, I’ll show you, so that you can
know for sure." I told him, then turned back to finish
putting away the groceries, not sure on how Tim would
take my offer.
"Uhh, yeah Mom, that'd be cool!" he said and I turned
to see him eagerly grinning at me.
"Guess it’s a date then." I said playfully, and gave
him a cheeky smile.
I told Tim to meet me upstairs in half an hour. I then
went and showered. As I washed my body I knew what was
going to happen this time with Tim, I could not longer
suppress my desire to be with him. Catching him wanking
in my panties, all the sex talk between us, and just
knowing that we both wanted to be with each other had
finally driven me over the edge.
Finishing up, I wrapped a towel around me and went to
my room. I put on my favorite blue satin nightie, and
slipped into a pair of white lace panties. I took a
deep breath and tried to relax, but I was feeling both
unbelievably nervous and horny at the same time, more
so than my first time with John when I was 17. I took
out my vibrator, sat down on the edge of my bed and
called out to Tim.
Tim appeared at my door, his eyes running up and down
my body as he stared at me in the short, skimpy
nightie.
"Do you have the condoms, sweetie?" I asked.
"Uhh, no..I..." he stammered.
"You haven’t forgotten about our little date?" I
teased, pressing my knees together to hide the view up
my nightie.
"Uhh, I’ll just get them," he said foolishly, and
disappeared briefly to return with the box in his
hands.
"Bring them over here."
Tim brought them over to me and stood above me, spying
the vibrator next to me on the bed. I opened the box
and pulled out one of the rubbers.
"Each of them is wrapped separately, see?" I told him,
holding the wrapper up for him to see. "You have to be
careful not to tear the condom when you open this,
right?"
Tim nodded slowly, his eyes wandering between the
condom and my smooth legs crossed over towards him,
nearly touching his. I then opened the wrapper, and
showed him the rolled up condom. I then picked up my
vibrator, and pushed the tip inside the condom.
"See which way it goes, honey?" I said, showing him the
end of my sex toy, his eyes wide with interest. "Now
you just have to roll it down to the base." I rolled
the rest of the rubber down to the end of my vibrator.
"Now it’s your turn."
I took another rubber out of the box and handed it to
Tim. He opened it slowly, and then reached for my
vibrator. I stopped his hand.
"No honey, I want to put it on yourself. Put it on your
cock."
Tim looked at me strangely, not sure what to do.
"It’s OK honey, I mean I’ve seen it just recently,
haven’t I?" I giggled, and this brought a smile to his
face. "Come on, show me."
Tim slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
It was very limp, and hung just in front of my face. I
stared at it in disappointment, expecting to see the
rock hard prick I had seen on previous occasions.
Tim stood with his hands at his sides, not sure what to
do next, his face crimson.
"Oh, honey, I know you’re embarrassed, but we need to
get your dick hard before you can put the condom on
it." I almost whispered to him.
"Here, let me show you something."
I leaned back on the bed and uncrossed my legs,
spreading them wide as the bottom of my nightie rode up
around my ass, my panties now on display for my son.
"Do you like this, honey? Does it make you hard?" I
asked teasingly. Tim did not answer, and simply stared
openly at my blonde pussy through the white lace.
"You like mommy’s panties don’t you" I breathed, hardly
believing I was saying such things to my son. His cock
rapidly swelled in size, finally pointing towards my
face fully erect.
"Put on the condom, Tim," I instructed him. Tim fumbled
around the head of his prick with the rubber, unable to
fit it onto his cock.
"Here, let me help." I said, and reached over and took
the rubber, my fingers brushing against the smooth head
of Tim’s prick. "You’ve just got it around the wrong
way, that’s all."
I reversed the rubber at the head of his prick and
slowly slid it over the tip, and began gently rolling
it down the stiff shaft, finally reaching the base of
Tim’s cock.
I looked up into Tim’s face, my hand still around his
hard prick, waiting to see if he would reject my touch.
"There now, how does that feel on your cock?" I asked
him.
"Uhh, good, mom," he answered, his eyes meeting mine.
My hand began to stroke his prick, careful, delicate,
slow moments of my hands caressing the latex sheath
surrounding Tim’s beautiful cock.
"How does that feel?" I asked softly, now barely able
to speak.
"Nice," he moaned, and I gripped his cock firmly and
pumped my fist up and down, now obviously masturbating
him.
I stood up in front of Tim and pulled him close to me,
my hand still jacking him off as his head rested
against my shoulder, his arms embracing me. We held
each other for about a minute this way, before I parted
with Tim slightly to look directly at his face.
"Kiss me." I breathed, and brought my lips to his
mouth, softly kissing him delicately, his mouth moving
against mine. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, and
we french kissed passionately, all the while my hand
still stroking his hard cock.
"Do you want to know what a girl's pussy feels like,
Tim? Do you want to feel what is like when my pussy
gets wet?" I whispered into his ear.
"Yes, yes Mom."
"Call me Sarah, if you want honey."
"OK Mom, Sarah."
I took his hand and placed under my nightie, touching
the top of my panties. Tim’s hand pushed downwards,
running it’s way through the thick blonde fuzz around
my cunt, before reaching the slit of my cunt.
His finger poked around roughly and slid upwards inside
my tight but wet opening, the digital penetration
making me extremely horny. We kissed passionately
again, and I continued to pull on Tim’s cock, as his
fingers took turns exploring the warm, wet orifice
between my legs. His other hand roamed my body,
caressing my hips, squeezing my ass and rubbing my tits
through my nightie.
I finally broke of this wonderful embrace, prepared to
give my son his most important lesson in sex. After
pulling my panties down and stepping out of them, I
laid myself back onto the bed and opened my legs to
offer Tim my cunt.
"Come here, sweetie," I said lovingly, and Tim pulled
his pants and t-shirt off quickly, and climbed onto the
bed above me, his body pressing close to mine. We
kissed again, our tongues playfully dueling together,
our hands caressing each other’s body. Tim looked into
my face.
"Sarah, god, Sarah, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted
to."
"I know honey, I know."
I reached down to his hard penis and guided it to the
entrance to my waiting cunt. Tim pushed his hips
forward, and my vulva opened and accepted his cock into
my wet vagina, his prick sliding deep inside until his
balls rested against my outer pussy lips. We laid
together like that for what seemed an eternity, an
incestuous merging of our bodies with only a thin latex
barrier to prevent my son’s sperm from gushing into my
cunt and impregnating my still fertile womb with his
seed.
Once he became accustomed to the warm, tight sensation
of my cunt surrounding his cock, Tim began to plow
slowly back and forth inside me, a guilty smile
spreading over his face as he discovered the ultimate
stimulation for his cock. Better than his hand, better
even than my panties, he now knew where his cock
belonged, and it was inside a woman’s cunt. Luckily for
me it was now my cunt, and I was more than ready for a
good fucking by my son.
Our mouths met again, kissing as we screwed. I moaned
around his tongue, and I pulled my nightie up over my
head, now fully naked with my beautiful son. His mouth
moved to my neck and ear, and then moved down towards
my breasts, kissing and gently sucking on my large,
hardened nipples, his cock continuing to slide
forcefully in and out of me.
Suddenly his hands gripped my shoulders as his body
went tense, his cock jerking rapidly against the walls
of my cunt. He looked into my face, his eyes wide in
panic.
"I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!" he gasped.
"Yes baby, do it! Cum inside me, come inside my cunt!"
I moaned. Tim thrust twice before collapsing on top of
me, his body shaking as he came inside me. He pushed
his face to my neck and began to moan and whimper as
his orgasm continued.
I hugged him tightly, and we lay together for at least
five minutes rocking together, still joined in sexual
intercourse. Finally he rolled off me, and I looked
down to his cock and saw that the end of the condom was
now full of his white, thick spunk. We continued to lie
on my bed, kissing, caressing and talking as only new
lovers do, until it became late and we knew John would
be arriving home from work.
After that afternoon Tim and I have continued to fuck
regularly as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend
instead of mother and son. Tim is always ready for sex,
even when I'm having my period, and I will never deny
him access to my body. I take birth control pills
behind my husband’s back, so Tim can fuck me without a
condom and come inside me without getting me pregnant.
I found out that Tim loves to go down on me, licking
and tongue fucking my pussy until I scream so loud in
orgasm the neighbors must know what’s going on in my
house between us. I am only too happy to return the
favor by sucking his cock, something I would refuse to
do for my husband, even letting Tim shoot his cum into
my mouth, an act I had thought utterly depraved until
then.
I know it to be wrong, but I feel so much more love for
Tim now, and I want to continue our private sexual
relationship forever.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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