Again, I could feel my nipples harden. And I squirmed in my chair. I didn’t say anything, but I knew Matt 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.
“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 Matt was going to hear me.
“Oh god,” Matt 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 Matt 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 Matt 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 and sucked the juice off my fingers.
“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 heard sucking. Did you just taste your own pussy juice off your finger?, Matt sounded surprised.
“Yes baby, mommy likes that.”
“Geez,” Mark gasped. “Have you ever… you know… in real life… you know… been with another woman.”
If I had been in more control, or more rational, I would have deflected that question. I had never discussed my sexual history with Mark, or hardly anyone else. But, like I said earlier, at the moment modesty didn’t seem to fit the moment.
“Yes honey, I have. It’s been a long time, but back in college my roommate and I hooked up a few times. I loved eating her pussy and she may have been the best cunt lapper I have ever had. 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.”
The next morning I decided to work from home again. It wasn’t that I had so much to do around the house as much as I was afraid if I went into the office, everyone would somehow be able to infer from the look on my face that I had fingered myself to an earth shattering orgasm the previous night while my son listened in. I knew that was silly, but I also knew that I was probably not going to be able to think about anything else that day until I came to some resolution myself.
As I sorted through my feelings, I quickly realized that my previous efforts to limit myself had proved to be absurd. For god’s sake, I had specifically had a talk with Matt just last night about how inappropriate our previous conversation was and how that shouldn’t and couldn’t happen again… and the phone call had ended with me dropping the phone because I was cumming so hard. I had to get more realistic with myself and my expectations of future conversations with Matt.
I stood in my kitchen sipping my first cup of coffee when I heard the back door open.
“Knock-knock,” Jill said cheerily. “You busy?” We both had open door privileges to each other’s house, but since I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts this particular morning, I couldn’t help but jump.
“Oh! Gosh, hi Jill. I’m sorry. You’re always welcome, but I guess I was about a million miles away when you came in and it startled me,” I smiled.
“Oh, no. I’m sorry Laura. I just saw your car was still in the garage and figured you were working from home and thought I would come get a cup of coffee and chat before I get my day started. Are you okay?”
I laughed at myself for being so caught up in my own thoughts that I got startled. “I’m good,” I said. “Get yourself some coffee while I go change.” I was still in the t-shirt and panties that I had slept in the night before. The t-shirt barely covered my underwear and, while Jill and I have changed clothes in front of each other many times while shopping, this morning I felt almost naked standing in front of her wearing so little.