Linda’s discovery – part 1b

“Well, yes,” I offered, somewhat unsteadily. “Guys aren’t the only ones that masturbate. We all do from time to time.”

“See mom?” he said kind of laughing, “That’s the kind of thing I am talking about. I know that everyone does it, but I guess I never actually thought that you did it too. I mean I guess I never thought of you in that way and it’s kind of nice that now I know you weren’t mad at me.”

I could feel whatever upper hand that I was trying to achieve was quickly disappearing. But I also needed him to know that I loved him no matter how I felt about what we had done just a few days before.

“Honey, I think you are missing what I am trying to say,” I said. “Of course I wasn’t mad. And you know that there is nothing that you could do that would ever change my love for you. It’s just that I thought the other night crossed some imaginary line in my mind that a mom shouldn’t cross with her son. Does that make sense?”

There was silence on the other end of the line for what seemed like a long time – but it was probably only a few seconds.

“I guess,” Mark finally said. “But does that mean you don’t want me to ask you about things I wonder about when it comes to sex?”

“No. Of course not,” I said, trying to sound motherly. “You know that I will always be just a phone call away if you need me.” And then, trying to lighten the mood, I laughed “But maybe you can try and keep your hands off yourself while we are talking.”

Mark laughed too. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll try.”

We began to chat about his classes, his fraternity, and his friends. I filled him in on some of the neighborhood gossip and it felt like I had my friend back again. He was funny and charming. Before we hung up, he asked me if he could ask one more question about sex that he had been thinking about since our last conversation. I told him I would be glad to answer if I could.

“Well,” he started, seeming as if he was searching for the right words, “now that I’ve told you that I like playing with your panties when I… well, you know…”

I smiled at his struggle to try to not cross over the line. “It’s okay honey, you can say ‘masturbate’,” I laughed.

Mark kind of laughed too. “Okay, when I masturbate. But is that weird? That I like to do it with my own mom’s panties? I mean I know that Tom does it too. He and I have talked about it. But I wondered if you thought I was some sort of freak or something?”

“Honey, I didn’t think you were ‘a freak’ when we were talking the other night, and I still don’t. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I could understand how that might feel good to a guy. Does that answer your question?”

“Yeah, it does. But I thought of one more,” he laughed.

“Okay, one more,” I laughed too.

“Well, you said earlier that you were… um… masturbating too. I mean when we were talking the other night,” he said. “Does that mean that it turned you on to think of me… you know… jerking off with your panties?”

Oh god, I thought. How do I answer this? If I said no, he would know I was lying. But if I said yes, well, that didn’t seem like the kind of thing a mother should say to her son. So I tried to be evasive.

“I’ll just say that you caught me at a vulnerable moment,” I tried.

“Come on mom,” Mark begged. “Be honest.”

I was stuck and didn’t know what to say so I said nothing for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to answer.

Mark filled in the silence. “If I told you that I was holding your panties right now and every now and then while we have been talking, that I had smelled them, would that make you… you know, ‘vulnerable’ again?”

Again, I could feel my nipples harden. And I squirmed in my chair. I didn’t say anything, but I knew Mark could hear my breathing quicken, despite my trying to control it.

“Do you think it’s weird that I love to hold my own mom’s panties to my face and smell them? And taste them?” he asked, his breathing more shallow now too. “Does that bother you mom? Knowing how much I love holding them while I am jerking off?”

I could only think of one thing to say. “No,” I whispered.

“I’m glad mom,” he breathed into the phone. “I want you to know how much I love holding them while we talk. It makes me feel closer to you, like you are sharing something very intimate with me.”

Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help my own body’s reaction to hearing my son describe how my lingerie excited him. My hand involuntarily ran over my breast. I could feel how hard my nipples were through my t-shirt. Then my hand traveled down my stomach toward my shorts. I wanted to stop, but couldn’t help myself. I knew that he was masturbating with the panties that I had purposely put into his bag. I knew that the thought of him smelling my scent on them was the source of endless fantasies that I had been living with for weeks now. Hearing his voice while we both played out the fantasy in our heads did seem intimate… and even more powerful than when I was in bed alone at night. All pictures: http://bit.ly/H0tmOm

“I’m… I’m glad that you feel that way, baby,” I finally said. “If they make you feel closer to me, then I am glad that you have them. Maybe we better hang up now.”

“Please don’t hang up mom,” he pleaded. “I want to talk to you… to hear you while I… while I jerk off.”

“But baby, we just talked about this. I don’t know if this is right,” I tried, sounding unconvincing even to myself.

“Please mom, you know that what I am doing with your panties right now, don’t you,” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, my hand unsnapping my shorts and taking the zipper down.

“Are you ‘vulnerable’ tonight mom?” he said in a low tone, speaking closely into the phone. “I want you to tell me this time. Are you touching yourself?”

My mind raced. I could picture him with his hard cock out, working his hand up and down, holding my panties around it. I wanted to hang up and end this conversation… but I couldn’t. I was too turned on. My hand reached my pussy and it was on fire. My clit was hard and I rubbed my middle finger over it in a circle. I cradled the phone against my shoulder and with my other hand pulled on my nipple.

I answered slowly, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to touch my pussy while you talk to me? While you… jerk off?”

I didn’t know who this person was that was talking to her own son like this, but – at the moment – I didn’t care. I was so wet that I knew it would only be moments before I would cum. And to make it even worse, I didn’t even care if Mark was going to hear me.

“Oh god,” Mark moaned. “Yes, I would love it if you were doing it with me mom. God, I am so hard thinking about you touching your pussy. Is it wet mom? Is it as wet as it was when you were wearing these panties?”

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “Yes baby, mommy is wet. Very wet. And my clit is hard right now too. I could cum any time now. Do you want to hear mommy cum, baby? Would you like that?”

I could hear Mark breathing in shorter and shallower gasps now and I knew he was close to cumming too.

“Yes mommy, cum for me,” he gasped.

My eyes closed I pictured Mark with my panties near his face, inhaling my scent, and then sticking his tongue out and taking the crotch of the panties into his mouth, trying to taste me through them. My finger worked my clit furiously now and I felt it get even bigger. I arched my back and plunged a finger in, then another, ramming them in and out.

“Aaaahhh,” I gasped, as my head flew back and the phone dropped to the carpet below. I was lost in my own orgasm and didn’t even notice the phone on the floor until I started returning to a state of consciousness. I quickly picked it up.

“I’m sorry, baby, are you still there? I dropped the phone,” I said, my breathing ragged.

“God mom, that was so hot,” he said. “I don’t think I have ever cum that hard.”

“Me, neither baby,” I said, still struggling to gain my breath and composure. “I think we better hang up now. I need to get ready for bed.”

“Okay mom, and thanks,” he said, also obviously out of breath, “I hope we can do this again.”

“We’ll see,” I blushed. “Goodnight honey.”