Linda’s discovery – part 1

The next few days flew by. Between work and getting him ready to go back to school, I didn’t have a lot of down time to think about what he might be doing with my panties behind his bedroom door at night.

That’s not to say that I didn’t cum when I did have time to think about it. Over the next week I noticed that my panties had been moved four times and each time I would take those same panties and rub them over my body when I went to bed dreaming about Mark’s cock having been so near. Each time I would rub myself to a nice hard orgasm with my panties still on, leaving a strong scent for Mark to enjoy if he decided to look in the hamper the next day. Maybe that’s why the frequency seemed to increase that last week. But what did I know? Maybe four to five times a week was the norm and I was just now catching on.

When he left for school the following Saturday I felt a new level of closeness to him even though he wouldn’t know why. I also felt a renewed level of loneliness as it was just me in the house by myself again. I looked forward to his promise that he would come home in a couple of weeks to get some more of his things that he didn’t have room to pack in this trip.

The Wednesday before he was supposed to come home, I got a call from Mark telling me he wasn’t going to be able to make it. He had pledged a fraternity and there was a party that Saturday night that he had to attend. I was crestfallen but tried not to let him hear it in my voice. While we were talking on the phone I offered to bring his things to him on Saturday. It was only a few hours by car and I didn’t have anything planned I told him. He seemed to perk up and said that would be great. He told me what he needed (mostly clothes, a nightstand, and a few of his DVD’s) and we agreed that I would be there by lunch, drop the stuff off, get to spend a little time together, and then I would go back so he could enjoy his party. We both hung up excited about seeing each other.

The next day I decided to work from home. About 9:30 I got a call from Anne.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “I still see your car in the driveway.”

“Oh. Yes.” I told her. “I just decided to work out of the house today. I am going to see Mark this Saturday and bring him some things he left behind so I am going to do some laundry and house stuff today in between calls.”

“Going to see Mark, huh?” she said with a wry smile in her voice. “Missing your baby, Linda?” she laughed.

I laughed too. “Well, yes, I do miss seeing him. But it’s not like that. It’s just a down and back trip for the day.”

“Did he ask you to pack a pair of your panties in with his stuff that he wants you to bring?” she kidded.

I laughed too. “No. He didn’t mention that. But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. As far as I can tell all of my lingerie is still here so he is either going through withdrawal or has a new source of panties that he taps into when he is at school.”

“You know what you should do,” Anne said, suddenly with an excited, naughty tone in her voice, “you should ‘accidently’ include a pair of your panties in with his stuff.”

“Oh no,” I said, suddenly feeling flushed. “I couldn’t do that. That would be too over the top.”

“How would he know it wasn’t an accident?” she asked. “It’s perfect. You have deniability and your own little secret that you know what he’s going to do with them. Besides, you know he will love it, ‘accident’ or not.”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “That seems to be crossing some line. Anyway, I have a lot to do,” I offered, trying to change the subject. “I need to run.”

After we hung up I couldn’t get Anne’s idea out of my head. The next morning I knew I was going to do it. Hell, I probably knew it as soon as she said it – but couldn’t work up the courage to admit it to myself until the next day.

Friday night, as I was going to bed, I put on the same black, sheer panties that I had originally noticed were missing from the laundry weeks before.

As I crawled into bed my hands began to run over my body. Around my tits, down the center to my stomach, then back up. My hands came closer and closer to my nipples as I repeated this motion and I knew – even though I hadn’t touched my pussy yet – that I was wet. I was thinking of Mark. I was thinking about him having these panties… smelling my pussy on them… seeing how wet his mommy had gotten wearing them… tasting them… then wrapping them around his big cock and cumming in a torrent.

“Oh, Mark, I want you to taste me for real, baby,” I said out loud to no one. “Mommy wants her baby to eat her, to make mommy cum.”

By now, I had adjusted to my new reality. I was fantasizing about my own son fucking me without guilt. It was only a fantasy, right? There was no harm in fantasizing.

I reached down and began to run my finger over the outside of my panties, at the clit. They were soaking wet. I put my whole hand over my pussy and rubbed it. I wanted the wetness to permeate the thin fabric. I wanted him to be able to vicariously smell me and taste me through my panties. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to cum. My hand went inside my panties and I began to rub my clit furiously. My other hand pulled hard on my nipple.

“Fuck mommy, Mark,” I almost screamed. “Fuck mommy now.”

With that I plunged my finger in my pussy and then added another finger, simulating what his hard dick would feel like and I came. But this time I didn’t stop. I kept plunging in and out, pulling on my nipple even harder, fucking myself with my fingers. I wanted my son to fuck me and, in my mind, he was doing just that. I could see him above me… his muscular chest, his blue eyes looking into mine, his arms straight so that I could look down and see his hard cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy. God, how I came.

When I couldn’t cum any more, I lay exhausted on the bed. As I came back to reality, instead of feeling guilty, I smiled.

“I think Mark is going to have some fun with these panties,” I thought, and then drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I packed up all of the things and headed out. I had put the panties I had slept in between several shirts that he had asked me to pack in a travel bag along with his other things. I thought he might open the bag when I was standing there, but I didn’t think he would unpack it until I left. If he did open the bag, I didn’t want my ruse to be discovered until after I had left. So I didn’t put them on top. Besides, that would have seemed too obvious, I thought.

When I got to his apartment it was just before lunch. He met me outside. I carried his bag and he carried the nightstand in to his apartment. I dropped the bag on his bed and he made no move to open it. I did a good job of hiding how nervous and excited I was standing in his bedroom with him and a pair of cum soaked panties that I knew was less than three feet away for him to find. We went to lunch and he walked me around campus to show me where his classes were. We had a wonderful couple of hours together and, at one point, he put his arm around me as we walked. I felt like a school girl again with a crush on the captain of the football team.

When it was time to go he gave me a big hug and I could feel his strong arms around me, holding me tight.

“I’ve missed you, mom,” he said sincerely. “I’m really glad you came.”

“Me too, honey. This has been a wonderful day for me. Have fun tonight and be careful.”

He kissed me on the cheek and I held his face close to mine for longer than I usually do. I wanted desperately to kiss him on the lips… to feel him hold me close and feel his hands run all over my body. But, of course, I didn’t.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, mom.”

With that I was off. Driving back I was both nervous and incredibly turned on. It felt so naughty but – since he would never know that I had done it on purpose – it couldn’t really be naughty… could it?