Pantie Mom – Part 2

An incest stories: Pantie Mom – Part 2

“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 wassurprised 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.

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