My Son's Cum Rag (Ch 3)

My Son's Cum Rag (Ch 3) By Kinkybelle There I stood in the kitchen, both my hands covering my crotch, hiding my naked pussy from Nick, my 16-year-old son. He eyed me with lascivious intent, delighted at finding his mother traipsing around the house with nothing on but a v-neck top that was too short to provide any modesty down below. I'm sure he assumed this was some after school sexual treat I had arranged just for him, but the truth was that I'd lost track of time while I was upstairs in his br0ther's room masturbating as I sniffed a pair of my own panties that my younger son had saturated in cum. Lord, my once-normal life was becoming stranger by the minute. "Is this what you do all day while we're at school, Mom, run around the house with no pants on?" Nick asked with a huge grin. He boldly approached me. What happened to that shy, bashful boy from the other day? "Stay right where you are, mister," I warned him. "I was doing a load of laundry and I wanted to wash the slacks I had on, so I threw them in the basket. I was going to put on sweatpants, but I didn't realize how late it had gotten." None of my excuses changed the fact that I was trapped out in the open half-naked under the lustful gaze of my son. "Now look the other way so I can put something on." "Why can't I see?" His hand massaged his crotch. "You just can't," I insisted feebly. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his erect cock. "Just one little peek?" "Nick, put that away." "If you can be naked in the kitchen, then so can I." He began stroking himself as he eyed my bare legs and naked hips. "I'm not fooling around with you!" "You could be..." He gave me a wink. God, he as bad as his father. "Okay, if I let you have one peek will you take that thing of yours downstairs?" "Sure," he quickly agreed, licking his lips. "Fine, then, here you go." I twisted around, flashed him my nude butt, then quickly turned back around. "Now scoot!" "No way! That's not what I meant." "Well, that's all you're going to get." "I wanted to see the front," he whined. "Forget it, I'm not showing you my pussy." I felt my nipples begin to react as soon as I said 'my pussy' out loud in front of my son. Damn, why did that feel so good? "Then at least let me have a better look." His face clearly showed his desperate desire. "I've already seen your boobs before, so showing me your butt is nothing major." He did have a point. "What happened to not wanting to be annoying?" Nick could only shrug and give me that pleading look of his. With a resigned sigh, I turned around and gave him a full view of my backside. "Sweet," he gasped. The sound of him frantically jerking off was suddenly apparent. As I mentioned before, I don't have much of an ass to speak of thanks to my Asian, or should I say Korean, heritage. My backside is fairly small, and flat, but it has a nice shape to it and some respectable curves where my cheeks meet the tops of my thighs. I couldn't get over how much of a turn on it was to expose myself like this to my son. The fact that he was madly beating off to the sight of my ass was giving me goose bumps. "I think that's enough," I announced. "No, Mom, wait!" he begged. "You look so hot, don't move." The fleshy slapping noises increased in pace. "Please..." he added with strained yearning. I was tempted to lean forward and thrust my butt out towards him. If I did he might get a glimpse of my asshole. The thought of showing off this intimately secret part of my body sent a thrill up through my tummy into my chest. I decided not to let my fantasies get the better of me in a way that might send this little encounter down a path neither of us was prepared to deal with. He seemed happy enough jacking off to what I was letting see at the moment, so I should be more than content with that. I couldn't resist giving him just a little wiggle, however. Seconds after I did, he let out a groan and the sound of something wet splatting on the kitchen floor let me know he was finished. "There, happy now?" I turned to see Nick standing there with rosy cheeks, holding his stiff prick, a dribble of cum hanging from the tip. "Look at the mess you made," I clucked in a motherly tone. "Sorry..." he mumbled, not really meaning it. I saw what I was about to do in my mind's eye. The rational part of my brain was shocked by the very thought of it, but the a****l side of me had control I knelt down, pulled off my shirt, and used it to mop up my son's sperm from the floor. He stood over me without uttering a word. I took my time, making sure I didn't miss a single drop. I knew I was tempting the b**st, and half expected Nick to lose control and attack me. I didn't want that to happen, but if it did... There was no point in even thinking such thoughts. That wasn't going to happen, and I definitely shouldn't want it to happen. Once every trace of his orgasm was erased, I straightened up and tossed my shirt into the laundry basket. "Might as well make it a full load," I said offhandedly as I unhooked my bra and added it to the pile. Nick gaped down at me. His eyes roved over the sight of his mother kneeling on the floor in front of him completely naked. I looked up at him, wondering what he might do next. My knees were together, but he could see my small tuft of black pubic hair. Most of his attention seemed to be focused there. I could hear my own heart beating in my chest. He began stroking his cock again. Slowly this time, as if he was trying not to startle me into running away like a skittish deer or something. Part of me wanted to do just that, but I remained on the floor. He carefully edged his pants down and stepped out of them. I watched without moving or saying a word. Nick had no idea that if he only stepped forward at that moment and pressed the head of his cock against my lips that I would have gladly taking him into my mouth. His hand gripped his shaft tightly and moved up and down its length. The fluid motion of his masturbation technique entranced me like nothing else I'd ever known. He drank in my naked flesh, not seeming to be bothered by the slight droop of my tits, my extra bit of belly, or the increasing plumpness in my thighs. All he could see was a real live naked lady on display right in front of him. "You're so fucking sexy, Mom," he muttered sincerely. I felt my cheeks warm. Flattery will get him everywhere. I brought my hands up and cupped my breasts, squeezing and massaging them for his pleasure. I tweaked my nipples, playing first with one, then the other. He watched attentively and continued working his stiff cock. I was wet earlier, but ever since he walked through the door I had been getting increasingly wetter. That insistent ache was between my legs and I wasn't going to be able to resist it much longer. "You're pretty sexy yourself, young man," I told him honestly. "I like seeing your cock and watching the way you handle it." I noticed his chest swell a little at my compliments. "I love seeing you make yourself cum." "It feels way better with you watching." My hands caressed my hips and tummy as I stared at the head of his dick bobbing up and down with each steady pump of his fist. I couldn't take it. I slid my knees apart just enough so I could get a hand in between my thighs. Nick made a plaintive 'mmmm' sound as I began touching myself down there. He couldn't see exactly what I was doing, but he knew I was playing with my pussy. I slipped a finger into my wet crease, circled the tip around my pulsating opening, then pressed against my excited nub. "My clit is so hard right now," I sighed. This was really happening. Despite everything I was worried about, and how I promised myself I wouldn't let things go any further than they had, there I was fingering myself in front of my son. And it felt fucking wonderful. "That is way cool," Nick said, his voice wavering with disbelief. "You're really playing with yourself, aren't you, Mom?" "I really am," I moaned. "Seeing you jerking your hard cock makes me want to touch my pussy. It's crazy how wet I am." "Holy shit, that's hot." He was obviously dying to go at it full throttle, but he was struggling to hold back and pace himself. How adorable was that? I felt myself drifting into dreamy un-realness. On one level there was no possibility this could actually be going on. I was a responsible, conservative mother; he was a normal, innocent boy. On another level my inhibitions were gone, my sense of morality was inexplicably absent, and I was hostage to the sensual bond between my son and me. I didn't want to think about the sacred taboo I was violating, but it was one of the very things that made it all so much more tempting. "We can't do this," I sputtered and withdrew my finger from my vagina. "Mo-om!" Nick complained with a distressed whimper. "Please don't stop now!" It had been years since I'd seen him so close to crying. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," I looked around, suddenly self-conscious about being naked and exposed in the middle of the kitchen in broad daylight. Nick held his cock, and his breath. "What I meant was that we can't do this here. We should go down to your room." He brightened instantly, and a bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his dick. "Yeah, sure, okay," he rattled off in quick succession. He dodged around me, picked up the laundry basket and hurried down the stairs, leaving me there on the floor naked with nothing to cover up with. I double checked to make sure there were no tell-tale sex fluids left behind by either of us. I paused at the threshold to the basement. Was I really going to go through with this? I couldn't trick myself into believing that I was merely bending the line, this would undeniably be crossing it. I was about to go down those steps and not only expose my pussy to my son, but I was going to let him watch me pleasure myself - something I didn't even do in front of my husband until the second year we were married. "Mom? You coming?" He called from his room. Either way I wanted to take it, the answer was yes. I hurried down the stairs, acutely aware of all the different parts of my body that were jiggling as I went. I realized then that it was the first time I'd ever come down those steps naked. It might not seem like much, but it was just one more little thing that added to the foreign nature of what I was about to do. Nick looked up from straightening his bed sheets when I walked in and closed the door behind me. He had shed the remainder of his clothes, so that we were both completely naked. He looked me over, not bothering to disguise the interest he had in my groin area. "I didn't know if you wanted to use the bed or do it on the floor," he said nervously. "What do you think would be better?" "On my bed, I guess." I took a few hesitant steps in that direction. "Are you really sure about this, Nick? It's something that you won't be able to un-see." The pause in the action had allowed my rational side to gain some influence and doubts were beginning to surface. "I'm one-thousand percent sure, Mom. It's all I've been thinking about since when we first talked the other day." I climbed onto his bed. "Fine, but if at any point you change your mind, we can stop and I promise I won't be upset. Understand?" He swallowed hard and nodded. "No matter what, I love you," I said to assure him...and myself. Nick stood by the side of the bed. I could hear his ragged breathing. His aching anticipation was apparent as I settled back, resting my head on his pillow and stretching my body out flat before him. His penis jutted from his lean body, pointing right at me. He took hold of it and waited for my next move. "Let's play a little game." I tapped the tip of his dick. "I want you to put your hands at your sides, and keep them there as long as you can." "That doesn't sound like a fun game." "Trust your mother. You might be surprised." He let go of his shaft and put his hands at his sides. Such a good boy. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was show time. I began slowly by caressing my body. My touch meandered around my breasts, down over my stomach, along my thighs, and up my sides. It felt like every one of my nerves was hyper-sensitive. I went for my nipples. Circling, pinching, twisting. I licked my fingertips and moistened my brown areolas, making them appear even darker. The soft, slippery skin delighted my touch. I checked to see how Nick was doing. His hands were still hanging at his sides, but they were clenched into fists. One of my hands drifted down. I combed my fingers through the black hair adorning my mound. It wasn't very thick, but it was fairly long as pubic hair goes. I keep my outer lips bald, though Nick couldn't yet see that with my legs together the way they were. It just so happened that I had shaved my pussy that morning. I wasn't expecting anything like this to happen, but I figured 'just in case.' I was at the moment of truth...the top of the rollercoaster. Once I made my next move, there'd be no going back. I had just about enough wherewithal remaining to stop myself, but in a few more heartbeats my self-control, for all practical purposes, was going to be non-existent. I pinched my nipple hard, and plunged ahead. "Ready?" I asked, giving Nick one last chance to stop the madness. "So ready," he assured me in a firm voice. I spread my legs. The cool air hit my heated wetness, and my stomach clenched as the world dropped out from under me. My son could see my pussy. I was showing my pussy to my son. My pussy was on exhibit for my son to look at. And boy was he looking. His right hand made a move for his hard-on, but he restrained himself at the last second. What a dutiful son. I was so revved up that I hardly knew what to do next. I tried to relax and pretend like I was alone in my own bed. I lightly touched my smooth outer lips, stroking my fingers up and down. I enjoyed the ticklish sensation radiating from between my legs. My inner labia lips had already swollen with excitement and were protruding from my slit. I brushed my fingers over them, toying gently with their pliant edges. Nick was biting his lower lip, his fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh. The head of his cock was taking on a faint purple hue. I held out two fingers toward him. "Spit," I told him. He leaned down and did as I asked, then watched as I rubbed his saliva all over both sets of exposed pussy lips. I squeezed my breast hard, causing my nipple to stand out invitingly. Even though I couldn't say it, I was hoping that he would bend over take it into his mouth without asking. Instead he straightened up, and remained intent on what I was doing with my pussy. "Mmm, feels good," I said in a hushed voice. "You were right about it being better with someone watching. " Nick smiled, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. "I know, right?" "Does it seem weird to see your mother naked like this?" "A little," he chuckled, "but in a good way," he added quickly. "Most k'ds get grossed out thinking about their parents in a sexual way." I parted my lower lips a little with my fingers. "Are you grossed out that you can see my pussy right now?" "Not at all," he insisted emphatically. "I think it's great, Mom, honestly." "Do you think I'm a freak because I'm about to masturbate my pussy and make myself cum in front of my own son." My middle finger slid slowly up and down between the flaring lips of my labia. Nick hesitated before answering. "I'm starting to think that you might be kind of a freak," He couldn't stop staring. His cock twitched every few seconds. "But that's not a bad thing." "So you don't think it would be a bad thing if I put a finger into my vagina, like this..." "Ho, shhhit," he groaned. "Watch your language, young man," I pushed my finger in as deep as it would go. "You shouldn't swear around your mother while she's fucking herself." "Sorry, Mom, but what you're doing is so damned hot I can't help it." His willpower finally failed and grabbed his visibly throbbing cock. I squirmed on his bed, moving my finger in and out of my sopping hole. We could both clearly hear the sloppy, wet noises this was causing. I made an effort to keep my hand positioned in a way that wouldn't block Nick's view. I wanted my boy to see it all. "What you're doing is pretty hot, too," I said. "Slow down, honey, I don't want you to finish too fast." I watched his shuttling hand ease back to a more controlled pace. "Have I mentioned what a nice penis you have?" "Once or twice," he conceded with a pleased smirk. "I'm glad that you started showing me your cock." I noticed that somewhere along the way I had added another finger, and was fucking myself with both of them. "Me, too. And I'm happy that you're showing me yours." "You can say it, sweetheart. I want to hear you say it." "I'm happy that I get to see your pussy." "And what else do you like to see?" "Um...your tits...and your ass...and everything." "What horny boy you are..." We were both going at ourselves at a pretty good clip by that point. I was still fucking myself with two fingers, but I was also working my stiff clit with my other hand. My hips thrust up rhythmically to meet my plunging fingers. Meanwhile, Nick was stroking himself faster and faster. His balls joggled wildly beneath his beating fist. "I shouldn't be doing this," I muttered weakly. "I shouldn't be masturbating with you. Am I a bad mother for playing with my pussy while I watch you jerk off your cock?" "You're not bad at all," my son said with feeling. "Doing this together with you is better than anything I could ever imagine, Mom." I hated myself for fishing these kinds of responses out of him, but it made me feel so good inside to hear him saying those things out loud. "I'm getting close," I gasped and strummed my clit more intensely. "I'm going to have an orgasm, Nick. You're about to see your mother give herself an orgasm right here on your bed." The breathless words streamed out of me without any reservation. "Do it, Mom! I'm close, too." "Don't cum yet," I urged him. "Watch me first." I continued fucking myself with mounting aggressiveness. "Mommy's going to make her pussy cum for you, baby." Nick snatched his hand away from his dick with a resolute growl. It was cruel to ask so much of him at a moment like that, but everything was going too fast. "Can you hear how wet I am, sweetie?" "You're making me want to cum so bad." I had never relished being looked at before as much as I was just then. My darling son was captivated by my naked body. My own flesh and b|ood was lusting for me in a way that was forbidden throughout history. His cock was hard for me, and my pussy was wet for him. No one could possibly understand how natural this unnatural act felt to me. "I'm going to cum, Nick! Oh, God, watch me cum! Mommy's pussy is cumming! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, fuck, yes! My hands worked in rapid unison, pumping and strumming simultaneously, bringing on a full-body orgasm that forc'd all the air out of my lungs in a long, loud moan of mindless exaltation. My back arched, my legs quivered, and arms burned. When I thought the pleasure had reached its peak it magnified with a sudden whip-crack surge of more. For the first time in my life I believed it might actually be possible to pass out from an orgasm. I forc'd myself to take air into my lungs, and had to pull my hands away from my pussy as it became too sensitive to touch. Even after I'd released myself, the sensations continued to cascade through me, awakening every nerve, giving me an awareness of every centimeter of my bare skin like I'd never known before. "I'm sorry, Mom, I have to," Nick whimpered, standing at the side of the bed. He was jacking himself once again. Pre-cum drooled from the end of his prick as he masturbated more vigorously than before. "Go ahead, sweetie, beat off for me. Let me see you cum now." "I saw you, Mom. I saw you fucking yourself. I can see your pussy..." "That's right, baby, look at Mommy's naked pussy." I spread my lips apart, rotating my hips enticingly. "Oh, shit! I'm cumming! Where's the towel? I don't-" "Cum on me!" I called out in the passion of the moment. "Mom?" "Cum on my tits, Nick. Shoot it all over Mommy's tits." I grabbed my boobs and pushed them together, giving him the perfect target. That was all the encouragement he needed. His cock lunged toward me and he let loose! I watched with enthralled joy as each spurt blasted out of my boy's cock and splashed onto my breasts. The second shot landed on one of my nipple, the third up high on my chest. My son was cumming on me. His warm, fragrant sperm continued to squirt out of him and coat my proffered tits. It was glorious. By the time he was pulling out the last drops, one of my hands was back down between my legs. I was rubbing my clit again and overdosing on the feeling of the gooey wads of fresh cum seeping across my flesh. "You've got cum all over the tip of your cock," I noticed. "You should wipe that off. Here, use my cheek, honey." "Seriously, Mom? You want me to clean off my dick on your face?" "Yes...if you want to." He moved to do it, and hesitated. I don't think he believed I meant it. I offered him my cheek. Tentatively he leaned forward and touched the sperm-covered head of his penis to my face. I started masturbating with renewed purpose as soon as he did. "That's good," I whispered, "clean it all off on Mommy." My son rubbed his cock along my cheek, leaving a smear of slick semen. I couldn't have kept the huge smile off of my face even if I had wanted to. A funny thought had suddenly occurred to me. I had become my son's cum rag. "Doesn't that feel good?" I turned my other cheek. "Make sure you get all that nasty cum off of your beautiful cock." "Sure, Mom." He was onto my game, and gladly played along. He caressed my face with the tip of his dick. His soft balls grazed my chin, then I felt them brush against my lips. I really needed to put a stop to this. Nick traced the spongy point of his cock up to my forehead. I was too close to cumming again to resist. His shaft pressed along the bridge of my nose. I could smell his boyish odor as he rubbed his penis all over my face. "I'm going to cum again, Nick," I announced. "Don't stop, I want to feel your cock touching me when I cum." I spread his jizz all over my tits with one hand, while the other handled my pussy. My nipples were slippery with his mess. I turned my face one way, then the other. I wanted him all over me. I wanted him in my mouth, in my pussy, back inside my body. I couldn't get enough of him. "Oh, sweet pussy fucking cock!" I blurted out as my body convulsed with another orgasm. This one wasn't as intense as the first but it had staying power. I squeezed my tit hard and rode it out, willing it to last as long as physically possible. When the fireworks subsided my body went slack. Neither one of us moved for nearly a minute. "I have to get cleaned up before your br0ther gets home," I finally managed to say, feeling myself on the verge of dozing away into a blissful s|eep. I gave Nick's penis a quick kiss and he backed away so I could get up. I looked around and realized I still didn't have anything to cover up with. "Okay, well, that was nice," I said, not knowing what a situation like this called for. "So I'm just going to run upstairs, and I'll be back down later for the laundry." I sidled toward the door. Nick watched me, holding his erection, giving it a stroke here and there. I must have looked like something else, naked with his drying cum smeared all over my tits and face. "I think maybe we should sit down and talk about all this at some point." "Yeah, okay. I'll probably just be down here jerking off over this for the rest of the day." "Alright," I opened the door, "sounds like fun. Wish I could stay, but..." I shrugged and slipped out, closing the door behind me. Oh, Lord. What had I gotten myself into? I couldn't deal with the kind of feelings I was having for my son at that moment. Being sexually aroused by him was one thing, but something else was starting to happen that I wasn't prepared to acknowledge. I just had to put it out of my head. My body was feeling too good to deal with anything serious. I hurried to the top of the steps, everything bouncing and jiggling once more as I went. I listened to make sure Timmy wasn't home, and when I was sure the coast was clear I dashed through the house and up the stairs. If I wasn't so scared that I'd be caught I would have been able to really enjoy the exhilarating sensation of running around naked in the middle of the day. I went straight to my bedroom and into the master bath where I wet a towel with warm water and cleaned away all the evidence my son had deposited on my chest and face. Back in my room, I pulled a pair of white cotton underwear out of the drawer, then changed my mind and dug out a slinky pair of pink lacey panties. Having something sexy on beneath my "mom" clothes that only I knew about might help me hang onto the good parts of the naughty feelings still bubbling around inside of me. Once I snugged them in place, I patted myself between the legs noticing how sore my poor pussy was getting with all the abuse I'd inflicted on her in the past few days. I needed to take the weekend off and give my lady parts a chance to recover. I pulled on a loose pair of shorts, and an oversized t-shirt. I checked myself in the mirror to see if I could get away with not putting a bra on. My nipples were still hard from my earlier frolics and were showing as two conspicuous little bumps through the fabric. I was about to get a bra when I suddenly remembered that my dirty panties were still under Timmy's pillow where I'd left them! I had to go grab them before he came home and discovered that his misguided mother had lost all sense of propriety. I rushed down the hall and into Timmy's bedroom. I was halfway to the bed before I realized it was occupied by a naked boy. My brain locked up and I just stood there like a statue. Timmy was lying on his stomach and looking at me wide-eyed and surprised. He let my white panties with the little violet flowers drop from his mouth. "Awk-ward..." It was one of his favorite expressions lately, and never had he used it at a more appropriate moment. I noticed that he was sort of straddling one of his pillows. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't know you were, ah... home," I stammered with my mind going in all directions at once. I had never thought to check the time. I must have been downstairs fooling around with Nick longer than I realized. "I didn't mean to interrupt while you were masturbating." "Geez, Mom, why don't you just make this as embarrassing as possible?" He couldn't help being a little wiseass, even in a situation like this. And, speaking of asses, he had a heck of a nice butt now that I could see it in all its glory. "Okay, I think I will. Were you just sucking on the crotch of my dirty panties, young man?" "Were you the one who left a pair of your dirty panties under my pillow?" It's amazing how two boys raised in the same house can be so different. Nick would have died of mortification by now if I had caught him like this instead of challenging me the way Timmy was. "Alright, let's take a step back. We obviously need to deal with this." I closed his bedroom door, then pulled his desk chair near his bed and sat down. He was still lying on his tummy and hadn't made any effort to cover himself. "Should I get dressed?" he asked. It was apparent how confused he was, but he was trying not to let it show. "No, you can stay like that. Nothing I haven't seen before." I tried to gather my thoughts, but I couldn't quite focus on anything but how my clit was beginning to throb. "Tell me what's going on with you." "I'm pretty sure you know, Mom." "How long have you been taking my panties?" "A couple months." "Why?" At least he had the decency to blush before he answered. "I like the way they feel." "And the way they taste?" "Yes. And also the smell." "I see." I liked the way he looked me in the eye as he answered. He clearly knew what he was doing was wrong, but he wasn't going to back down. "So, you've been sniffing my dirty panties and then jerking off into them." "Pretty much." "That's somewhat perverted, don't you think?" "Maybe. But if it is, then why did you leave me another pair when you found out?" "How do you know it was me? Maybe it was the panty fairy." It took a second before he realized I was trying to make a joke. He risked cracking a smile, and I had to laugh at myself. "I was always afraid that you'd totally freak out if you ever found out." "Life is full of surprises," I said wistfully, "especially lately." I picked up the pair of underwear that was lying there on his mattress and gave them a sniff. My scent was faint, but distinctly present. "I don't know why I did it. I guess I imagined how worried you must have been about the nasty things you were doing and I wanted to let you know I understood. I wanted to give you what made you happy. Even if that something was masturbating with your mother's dirty underwear." "I can't believe you're cool with this." "Me neither, but I'm realizing that, when it comes to boys, a mom has to accept these sorts of unexpected things. Sex is a big part of growing up, and I want to help you with that just as I would anything else. Does that make sense?" "Sort of. I don't know, it's hard to think straight when you're naked in front of your mom." "Speaking of things that are hard, did I spoil your erection when I came in?" "You mean when you walked in without a bra on?" I looked down and saw that my nipples were still stiff under my shirt. "You noticed, eh?" My first impulse was to hide them, but instead I pulled my shirt tight making them even more apparent. I heard myself giggling like a silly schoolgirl again. Poor little Timmy still didn't quite know how to take all this. "Nice," he declared. "Thanks, sweetie. So...can I see it?" "See what?" "Your erection?" "Um..." "You don't have to if you don't want to," I quickly assured him. "It's not that, it's just...oh, what the heck." He rolled to his side and revealed his hard-on to me. It was smaller than his br0ther's, maybe only an inch shorter, but it was much thinner. His balls were a good size, and the head of his penis looked too large compared to the shaft. His pubic hair hadn't developed much beyond peach fuzz. He'd turned f******n only a couple weeks earlier, and it looked like he'd started puberty only a few months ago. Right about the time he began raiding my panties. But that's not all that caught my attention. Beneath him, laid out on the pillow he'd been straddling, was another pair of panties. They were one of my satiny pairs and looked like they already had a few stains on them from earlier in the week. "Very nice," I told him. "You can go ahead and laugh if you want. I know it's pretty small." "Did you expect it to just grow overnight as soon as you hit puberty? It looks to me like it's coming along nicely. It will get bigger over the next couple of years, don't you worry. At least you already figured out what to do with it." "That wasn't too hard." "So it looks like you rub your cock on one pair of my panties while you smell another?" "Basically, yeah." "I used to hump my pillow when I was a girl," I remembered fondly. "That's how I started masturbating. I didn't know boys ever did it like that." "I didn't know girls did it that way, either." "Any chance you'd be willing to show me what it looks like," I asked, knowing I shouldn't let myself go down this path. "You want me to really do it in front of you?" "Yes, show me how you like to masturbate on Mommy's panties." He shook his head in a kind of disbelieving wonder and rolled back onto his belly. In that instant I was no longer the mom he thought I was. I expected to regret taking that virtuously maternal image away from him, but I didn't. I was the only tangible female in Timmy's life; the only example of femininity that he had intimate access to. With puberty came his awakening to the mysteries of women, and a driving need to lay open those secrets. He knew there was something different about us beyond the superficial affectations of clothes, and breasts, and genitals, and perfumes. There was a deeper difference that gave us our allure. He desperately wanted to explore and discover those differences. He needed to touch, and smell, and taste the ephemeral something that he uncomprehendingly longed for deep in his gut. What was that thing that made his heart race, his palms sweat, and cock swell? He had found his first inkling in mom's laundry hamper. That was something I didn't want to take away from him. I watched as he began to move his body. Pushing with the balls of his feet against the rail of the footboard he rocked forward then back. Timmy was almost as tall as his br0ther, and would probably be taller in the end, but my little guy still held onto some of that baby fat. He wasn't exactly chubby, but simply rounder and softer in places where Nick had become lean and muscular. His tentative motions began to show more confidence with each successive push. "There you go," I encouraged. "It must feel good rubbing your cock on those panties." "Yeah...they're soft...and smooth..." "What do you think about when you masturbate with my undies?" "Different things," he hedged, not looking at me as he grinded himself into his pillow. I couldn't resist reaching out and touching the curve of his flexing butt. I was pleased with the sight of goosebumps spreading across his back. "Do you think about me?" "Sometimes." "You like the way my panties smell?" "Yes." "Is it because they smell like a woman's pussy?" "Probably." He thrust more f***efully into his pillow. "And that makes it better for you when you cum?" "Uh, huh..." I stood from the chair and stepped up onto his bed. Timmy froze mid-thrust, not knowing what I was doing. I moved to the top of his bed, dropped my shorts so that they fell around my ankles, then lowered myself down so my back was pressed against his headboard and I was squatting in front of him. My knees were splayed out to either side and he was staring straight ahead at my crotch. "Do you want to sniff these panties?" I ran my fingers over the pink lace that was the only thing between my pussy and my youngest son. I could feel the spot where I had already soaked them through. "This is what a woman's pussy really smells like." I put my hand on the back of his head and guided it between my legs. He didn't resist at all. I brought him forward until his nose touched the wet spot. Nothing happened for a moment and I was afraid that I'd moved too fast for him. Then I heard him breathing me in. He exhaled and took another deep breath. I could see his upper body expand with the effort, and a moan of unadulterated bliss followed. My fingers ran through the long tangles of his hair as he resumed humping his pillow. Timmy pressed his face forward, nuzzling me boldly down there. I watched his ass rise and fall lovingly; amused by the way he fucked himself against the panties below him. I knew it wouldn't be long before he blew his load. I affectionately nudged his head back away from my crotch. "Close your eyes," I instructed him. "What? Why?" "Just do as your mother tells you." He did as he was told and shut his eyes. "Are they closed tight?" "Yes." "Keep them closed until I tell you." I pulled the gusset of my pink panties aside, unveiling the pink flesh underneath. I swirled the tips of my index and middle fingers around my opening, gathering some of my sex juices. I held those two fingers under his nose and let him get a sniff, then pressed them to his lips. "This is what a pussy really tastes like," I said to him and pushed my fingers into my son's mouth. His tongue tickled over my fingertips, and he sucked them greedily. I pulled them away, gathered more pussy cream, and gave my fingers to him again. My darling boy sucked them clean in a second. He was fucking his pillow like crazy. "More," he pleaded. I went back for more, gathering as much of my pungent wetness for him as I could. As soon as my fingers approached his mouth he sucked them in. "You're tasting Mommy's pussy. Is this what you wanted?" He nodded his head, obediently keeping his eyes shut tight, unwilling to jeopardize the unexpected reward he was being granted by trying to get a peek at the nectar's source. He released my fingers and I plunged them deep into my vagina. When I withdrew them they dripped with liquid sex. Timmy was holding his mouth open like a baby bird. I touched the tip of his questing tongue with my slickened fingers and he made a soft mewling sound of helpless rapture. "Mm, mm, mm, mmmm..." Timmy emitted these throaty noises, sucking my fingers harder and harder with each grunt. His humping reached a crescendo, his teeth bit against my flesh, and his body tensed, shuddering in a welcomed spasm. I arranged the moist gusset of my panties so my slit was once again hidden. I waited while my son's body slowly relaxed. Once the grips of his orgasm had fully subsided, he let me have my fingers back "You can open your eyes now if you want," I said and stroked his flushed cheek. Timmy's eyes opened and he stared ahead blearily at my crotch. He could see the dark patch of my pubic hair through the lace, and maybe even a hint of my fleshy lips. "Did you cum on Mommy's panties?" "Yeah," he croaked and rolled to the side to show me. There was a damp spot on my silky panties, a smear of spunk beneath his belly button, and more on the head of his dick. His load was apparently much smaller than his big br0ther's, but it sent a thrill running up my back to tickle the nape of my neck nonetheless. "Mmm, good job, honey." I straightened up, stepped out of my shorts, and carefully got myself down off his bed. Since I had done it for Nick, I had to do it for Timmy. I always tried to be fair when it came to my boys. Picking up the soiled panties from his pillow, I went about the task of cleaning him up. I dabbed away the mess on his tummy using my stolen underwear, then spent more time than was necessary to make sure his stiff little dick was clean as a whistle. He didn't make a peep while I was tending to him. "How's that?" I asked when I was all done. "Perfect." I plucked up my other pair of undies. "I'm going to throw these in the wash, okay?" He nodded, still a little dazed and probably wondering if he was dreaming. I grabbed my shorts and headed to the door, hoping he was watching my ass as I went. "Mom? Can, ah...can we do this again, or..." "Or was this a one time thing?" He looked so adorable lying there naked with his hard pecker sticking straight up that I almost ran back to him and gave him a great big hug. I knew that would only get something else started and I needed to process what I'd just done before I let anything else happen. "We'll see," I answered cryptically and left his room. Once out in the hallway I felt bad for just leaving him high and dry. I quickly pulled down my pink panties, and wiped my sopping pussy with them a few times. I opened Timmy's bedroom door, reached in and hung my dampened panties on his door knob, and quickly closed it. That should keep him busy for a while. When I got back to my room, I reminded myself that I promised to give my twat a rest for a day or two, but there was obviously no way I could do that. I climbed onto my bed, set one of my pillows in the center of the mattress, placed the panties with Timmy's cum all over them atop the pillow, then straddled it. I hadn't masturbated like that since I was a teenager. I began humping the pillow, feeling the alternate textures of the smooth satiny material and the rough spots where my son's semen from previous days had hardened to a stiff crust. It felt so dirty and sordid to be fucking my pussy against my baby's cum rag. It seemed like only yesterday that I was giving him baths and tucking him in with a bedtime story. Now I was shoving my crotch in his face while he pleasured himself and feeding him my pussy juices. I was spinning completely out of control. This fact, however, didn't stop me from humping away to the mental image of my little boy's wiggling butt as he masturbated in front of me. A couple weeks ago there wasn't a kinky bone in my body, but then I saw Nick playing with his cock that day through his window and something must have went funny in my brain. I needed to figure out what was causing my growing obsession with my sons' penises, and my overpowering craving to make myself sexually available to them. Until I could sort out what was behind my disgraceful behavior I would be at the mercy of my perverse impulses. I loved them both dearly, and I did want to give them anything I could to make them happy, but I knew that what I was doing was probably gratifying for us all in the short term, but might have serious psychological consequences in the long term. My braless tits bounced freely under my t-shirt, and the feeling of the fabric against my excited nipples was just right. My mind flitted back and forth between thoughts of Nick's cock spewing spurt after spurt of thick white cum on my chest, and Timmy's insistent little spike of prick glistening with the nearly clear outcome of his enthusiastic orgasm. They both made me so fucking horny! I just wanted to love those developing cocks of theirs, and give them every pleasure they wanted from me. They would both be grown soon and off in the world on their own. They wouldn't need anything from me any longer. There wasn't much time left for me to be able to give them something. But should that include my tits, and ass, and pussy? I jammed myself hard into the pillow over and over again until my thighs burned with the effort. I felt the payoff approaching and whipped my hips into it more vigorously. It was slow in coming, but when it arrived it was beautiful. My orgasm bloomed in slow motion between my legs. I hadn't felt anything like it since I was a teen girl who barely knew what sex was. I continued grinding and let the unfolding sensations ripple through my body, along my limbs, and fade as they reached my fingers and toes. I really needed to give my raw pussy a day off! Once I'd recovered, I got myself dressed (like a plain old respectable mother this time). I went downstairs to the kitchen and all was quiet; the boys were still in their rooms. I needed to put the laundry in, but I didn't want to risk going downstairs and getting drawn into another escapade with Nick. I began getting dinner ready instead. It wasn't long before Nick came up from the basement. I was at the sink washing a cucumber (of all things) for the evening's salad. He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me in a hug, and kissed me on the side of my neck. I should have objected, but it felt too good for me to make a protest. "Thanks, Mom," he said softly, "for downstairs." "You're more than welcome, sweetheart." He was quiet for a moment. "Does Dad know what's been going on?" "No," I responded instantly. "And I'd like to keep it that way, if you don't mind." "Yes, definitely. It would be way too weird if he knew we were...you know." "Our secret...agreed?" "Agreed." He continued holding me as I scrubbed the phallic vegetable gripped tightly in my hand. I was afraid he was going to take untoward liberties with me right here at the sink, but not so afraid that I made any move to extricate myself from potential danger. Instead, it was Timmy who 'saved' me when the two of us heard him come thumping down the stairs. Nick moved away, trying to act normal but looking like he'd been up to something inappropriate. Timmy sauntered in, oblivious to his br0ther's sheepish demeanor. He was smiling like a fool and there was a noticeable bounce in his step. "Hello, fami|y," he chirped merrily. "Call of Duty?" he asked his br0ther. "Sure," Nick said and headed into the living room. Timmy came over to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. It might have been my imagination, but I swear I could smell a trace of my pussy still on his breath. "You're sure in a good mood," I commented knowingly. "Thanks to you, I'm in the pink." When he said it I thought he was just turning a clever phrase, then he tugged down the waist of his jeans enough for me to see that he was wearing my pink panties. Oh, God, had I created a monster? All I could do was shake my head and give him an exasperated smile. "You know that you can't say anything to anybody about what happened today, right?" "C'mon, Mom, I'm not stupid. Besides, Nick's the one who can't keep a secret, not me." He gave me a friendly spank on the butt and followed his br0ther into the living room. The cheeky little scamp! He was right though; Nick had always been the one who spilled the beans when it came to surprise birthday parties, Christmas gifts, and the like. I needed to talk to him again and make sure he understood that we had to keep our masturbation fun strictly confidential. And I needed to make sure neither one knew what I was doing with the other. That would only spell trouble. I listened to the two of them trash-talking in the other room, and suddenly had the absurd desire to shove that huge cucumber into my pussy and fuck myself delirious right there on the counter. Luckily, Evan came in from work just then and interrupted my aberrant train of thought. I really needed to do some serious mental inventory this weekend before I went completely over the edge. "Hi, hon," my dear husband said as he stowed his laptop bag. "T.G.I.F." He came over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before settling down at the table and sorting through the bills lying there. "I just talked to my mom." "Oh? How's she doing?" "You know her, same old boring routine in the boonies. She and my Dad wanted to come visit this weekend. I told her it shouldn't be a problem, but I needed to double check with you to make sure nothing was going on this weekend." Yes, there damn well was something going on! An overnight visit from the in-laws was about the last thing I needed. But what was I going to say? Sorry, darling, but I'm going to be busy this weekend dealing with the fact that I'm sexually molesting both our sons, and maybe trying to score a little more action before word gets out and I go to prison. "Timmy has a soccer game Saturday, which I'm sure your parents would love to see, but other than that there's nothing unusual going on." "Great. I'll let them know." The good news was, at least I didn't have to worry about being able to control myself. Nobody would be thinking about doing anything freaky with grandma and grandpa in the house. Julie, my mother-in-law, was a very nice lady but she would fall over dead on the spot if she had the slightest idea of the filthy things I'd been doing with her beloved grandsons over the past few days. This was going to be a very long, and very weird, weekend to be sure.