Pantie Mom

An incest stories: Pantie Mom. Author: Forthepleaser. 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.

An incest stories: Pantie Mom – Part 1

Author: Forthepleaser

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.”

An incest stories: Pantie Mom. Author: Forthepleaser.

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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, anddiverting 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.

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