Pantie Mom

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.