“You know what you should do,” Jill 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.”
After we hung up, I couldn’t get Jill’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.
I sat his bed and began to run my hands 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 Matt. 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.
I reached down and began to run my finger over the outside of my panties. The same black, sheer panties that I had originally noticed were missing from the laundry weeks before. 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.
“Oh, Matt, 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.”
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 anymore, I lay exhausted on the bed. As I came back to reality, instead of feeling guilty, I smiled. When I was packing his clothes, I slipped off and put them between a couple of shirts.
“I think Matt is going to have some fun with these panties,” I thought.
A couple days later he called as I knew he would. Apparently, it took him a couple days to unpack.
“Hi baby,” I answered, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.
“Is that always the way you answer the phone?” he laughed.
“Only when I know it is you,” I laughed back at him. “So, how’s it being back at school?”
He told me about it was great to be back, and we chatted for about 15 minutes, and I was convinced – since he hadn’t said anything – that he must not have opened his bag.
As the conversation finally wound down, he said “Uh, mom, I don’t know if you know this, but there was a pair of your panties in the clothes you packed me.”
“What?!?” I said, trying to sound surprised and alarmed. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s okay,” he laughed. “I just didn’t know if you even knew you were missing a pair.”
“I guess I hadn’t noticed.” I breathed, my face flushing. My plan was working even though he had no idea.
“No problem,” he laughed again. “I’ll just hang on to them until I come home.”
“Okay. Thanks,” I said, maybe a little too quickly. I could feel myself blushing furiously at what I had done and didn’t want him to catch on to my nervousness. “I’ll talk to you soon honey.”
We didn’t talk again for two days. I thought about him and my panties in every spare moment I had. I knew that he had to have smelled them and tasted them. I so wish that I had the nerve to really talk to him about it. But maybe it was better this way – me knowing his secret and “innocently” helping him out.
When he called that Thursday night the conversation again was about the ordinary events of our days. As we chatted, I wondered to myself if he was holding the panties that I had left for him. Was it my imagination or was his breathing sounding somewhat ragged? Could it be that he was stroking himself with them while we chatted? I felt myself flush as we talked. Whether he was jerking off or not, the image was now in my head, and I was getting turned on.
“Is your roommate home tonight,” I asked, trying to control my breathing also.
“No, he went to the library for a couple of hours to study,” Matt said. It sounded like the phone was unusually close to his mouth. I could hear him breathing and it was having an effect on me.
“Um, baby, about those panties that I accidently put in your bag,” I started, hoping I didn’t sound guilty when I said the word ‘accidently.’ “I hope you didn’t show your roommate.”
“Gosh mom no,” he said, very sincerely. “Like I said, I just figured that it was either an accident or you were trying to give me a little present. Either way, it’s none of his business.”
I laughed. “Thank you, baby. It was an accident, but I’m not sure what you mean by a present. Would you think it was a present if I had done that on purpose?”
I started to unbutton my blouse and my shorts as I was asking. If he was going to jerk off while we talked, I didn’t see why I shouldn’t take care of myself at the same time.
“Well, you know…” Matt stammered. “Sometimes a girl will leave a pair of her panties for a guy as kind of a trophy or to… you know.”
“Masturbate with?” I couldn’t believe I had just said that to my own son – but I had, even as I stepped out of my shorts.
“Gosh mom,” Matt breathed into the phone. “Um, yeah… some guys like to have a girl’s underwear when they, you know, do that.”
I laid down on the couch now. I was naked except for the white thong that I had on. As I looked down to see my hand glide over them, I could see my flesh tones through the sheer material.
“I see,” I breathed back at him. “So… I am guessing you are one of those guys. That’s why you thought they might be a present.”
My hands were all over my body now. I didn’t even care if Matt could hear my ragged breathing over the phone – which I was still trying to control – but not having much success.
“Well, yeah, I guess. I do like it when a girl gives me her panties,” he said. Matt was having a hard time controlling his breathing now too.
“But what if it’s your mom that leaves them for you? That doesn’t bother you?” I ran my hand over my own panties and could feel how wet they were.
“Hell no, mom,” Matt answered, his mouth closer to the phone now. “In fact, even better. There is no one that I am closer to. I love looking at them and touching them and…” His voice trailed off.
“And what baby? It’s okay. Tell me what you like about my – I mean a woman’s panties. You’re holding them right now, aren’t you? Tell me what you like about them,” I breathily said into the phone. God, I was hoping I wouldn’t scream into the phone in the midst of an orgasm while we were talking.