Pantie Mom – Part 2

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“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.

“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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