I put my wine down and reached inside my shorts, running a finger over the underwear I was wearing. I was soaking wet. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I was fantasizing about my own son tasting my panties while he jerked himself off. And now, as I tasted them, I put a finger in my own pussy. I rubbed my dirty panties around my lips, believing that maybe I could taste his juices on them like he had with mine. The smell of my womanly scent was thick in my nostrils and it made me even hornier, as if the smell of sex was truly in the air. My finger now rubbing my clit furiously, I pulled my other hand away from my face and grabbed my nipple and pulled and twisted. I began to plunge a finger, then two in and out of my soaking pussy. Geez, I was already about to cum. Every muscle in my legs tightened, my back arched, I heard myself moan Matt’s name, and I came. Oh my god – I just had an orgasm while thinking about my own son! I had even called out his name!
As I slowly came back to earth, I began to ponder what I was going to say… or do. Do I confront him? Do I ignore it? Maybe all boys go through this. Now I was too spent to think rationally. I decided to think about it the next day when I wasn’t thinking in the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced in quite a while.
The next day was another glorious Saturday. I was a little groggy from the previous evenings wine but pulled myself out of bed and started the coffee again. As my head began to clear, I remembered why I had felt compelled to drink more than usual that night and began to think again about how to handle the fact that Matt was taking my panties. Before I could come up with a plan he came bounding down the stairs.
“Well good morning gorgeous,” he chirped as he came over and hugged me from behind. Was I imagining that I could feel his forearm brush against the underside of my breasts as he gave me a quick but firm hug?
“Hi honey. You are certainly in a good mood this morning,” I smiled. “What’s up today?”
Tim and I decided last night that we are going to take his dad’s boat out on the lake today. You know, one more fling before I have to head back to school next week,” he replied. “Sorry. No time for breakfast this morning. Gotta run.”
Jill was one of my nearby neighbors and best friends. We had gotten to know each other when the boys were in grade school and we would do volunteer work at the school together. We were both single moms now and – while the boys had gone off to different schools – both she and I as well as Tim and Matt had remained very close. I could confide in her – and she in me without any judgment or hidden agendas.
“You’re up early for a Saturday,” she answered the phone without bothering to say hello.
“Yeah. Had a little too much wine last night and fell asleep early,” I answered. “Are you busy? If not, why don’t you pop over and have a cup of coffee with me?”
“That sounds good. Be right there,” she chirped. Jill and Tim lived across the street one house down from us and within 5 minutes she was walking through the back door with her mug in hand.
“Sounds like the boys have a big day planned,” she said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. “Did Matt tell you that they met some girls at the game last night that they were taking to the lake?”
I laughed. “No. I guess he was in too big of a hurry to mention that.”
She laughed too. “Tim didn’t tell me much about them, except that they were older and that they were ‘hot’. I’m guessing that the lake was their idea so that they could see them in their bikinis,” she smiled.
“Speaking of bikinis,” I started, “I think I discovered something that I’m a little confused about. Our boys are so much alike, I thought that maybe you could give me some advice.”
Jill looked up from the newspaper she was casually eyeing while I was talking and put her mug down. “Sure. What’s up?”
“Well, I think Matt has been taking my panties from the hamper and… well… ‘using’ them,” I blushed. “Have you ever noticed Tim doing anything like that?”
Jill smiled and gave a short laugh. Not in a mean way – but rather, in a way that said she knew exactly what I was talking about.
“You’re just now figuring this out?” she asked. “I know Tim has been doing it since he was in high school, and I would bet that Matt has been doing it for just as long. If one of them is doing anything, I usually assume the other is in on it as well.”
I was a little taken back by her casualness. “So… when you figured it out… what did you say? Or do?”
Jill gave that same short laugh again. “Nothing. I mean I guess I don’t see the harm. If he’s like Tim, all he is doing is ‘borrowing’ them from the hamper, masturbating, and returning them,” she calmly stated.
“Okay. I guess I can see that,” I said. “But, I mean, do you think it’s the panties in general? Or is it OUR panties that they are attracted to?”
At this point Jill looked at me squarely in the eye, this time there wasn’t the same light hearted response. “I’m not sure about that… and I have thought about it,” she said seriously. “But I guess my response is that they both seem to be really good kids that are pretty well adjusted so I don’t worry too much about it.”
When she mentioned that Matt might be smelling and tasting my panties I blushed again.
“So… I can tell you’ve thought about that too… but I get the impression that you have a different thought?” she said when she noticed how flushed I had become.
“Yeah,” I said softly. “I was thinking that Matt liked smelling ME on those panties,” I continued, looking down, unable to look at her in the eye. “I don’t know… I guess I just wondered what you thought…”
“I can relate to that,” Jill said quietly. “And from the way you are flushed, I get the sense that when you considered that you may be the object of your son’s fantasies, it turned you on? Maybe he became an object of your fantasy life?”
I was so embarrassed that all I could do was nod.
Jill got up from her chair and came over to where I was standing. She gave me a sweet, gentle hug and said “Laura, it’s okay with me if you played with yourself while fantasizing about your son. He’s a good looking young man. And, if it makes you feel any better, you’re not alone. It’s just fantasy. I don’t feel guilty, and I don’t think you should either.”
I looked up at her and we both smiled. “Thanks,” I said and gave her a hug. “This has been a big help.”
After she left, I knew that I was going to say nothing to Matt. If he liked using my panties as a source of fantasy while he masturbated, I was now okay with it.
The next day I decided to work from home. About 9:30 I got a call from Jill.
“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. Matt is going back to school Tomorrow, and I am going to do some laundry and house stuff today in between calls.”
“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.”