The next installment.

If you haven't read Pt. 1, go here: https://forum.xnxx.com/threads/a-mother-and-son-story.404618/

For Pt. 2, go here: https://forum.xnxx.com/threads/a-mother-and-son-story-pt-2.405257/

Part 3:


For the next couple of days, I prepped for mom’s visit, but she never showed. What I mean to say is that she didn’t knock on my door or enter my room. I don’t know that she was outside my room the day I found the soaked thong panties in her hamper. I’d only heard the floor boards creak. I had no evidence beyond the soaked panties, that she’d actually stood outside my room and heard me cum. In my masturbatory fantasy, I imagined she’d stood outside and rubbed herself while listening to me. Those panties were very, very wet! Still, I couldn’t be sure.


Since she was no longer coming into my room when she got home, I started a new routine. I’d wait until she got home and changed. Once I heard her back downstairs making dinner, I’d go to my parent’s room and look in her hamper. I have to say that the panties began to be very ordinary. I wasn’t finding any sexy ones. These were all “everyday” type panties. Some cotton, but most of a silky material. They felt nice in my hands, but weren’t sexy in the truest sense of the word. They certainly were not like the thong I’d seen. But the scent! Oh the scent! Knowing the smell of her pussy was going to greet me always had me rock hard. I’d quickly jerk off and almost always came as soon as I smelled her delicious pussy in the crotch of the panties. I’d just shoot my load straight onto the clothes in the hamper too, never concealing it.


This went on over the course of the next week, and I’d quickly gotten used to this routine. Then one day, I was in my room waiting for her to go downstairs, when all of a sudden there was a knock on my door. I almost jumped out of my skin I was so startled by it. “Come in” I said. I wasn’t naked or jacking off or anything. When she came into my room I saw that she had changed into jeans and a sweatshirt. She was barefoot and as she walked in, I couldn’t help but notice how nice her feet looked with painted toenails. She looked right at me and said “we have to talk”.


I said “sure mom. Have a seat” and patted a spot on my bed next to where I sat. She didn’t come over and sit down. She began, “honey, what happened when I was coming to your room was wrong.” I interrupted her with “mom…” but she held up her hand to stop me. “Let me finish. A mother and son doing what we did is incest. I still can’t believe I let it happen. It can’t happen again. I also know that you’ve still been visiting my hamper”. She looked directly at me as she said it. Suddenly I was very embarrassed on being called out and I couldn’t hold eye contact. “I’ve seen the uh, the uh, “evidence” of your visits. You can’t continue to pleasure yourself in my bedroom and on my clothes. What if your dad looked in the hamper? What am I saying? He doesn’t even use the hamper! I love him, but it’s like having another kid around here!”


The mood was lighter, so I broke in where I could. “Mom. First, its not incest. We did not have sex. Masturbation is not sex, and you know it”. She stopped me again, “and you know that what happened in your room between you and I was not right.” My turn again, “Please don’t make it bad mom. I don’t know what’s right or wrong in all of this. I know it feels good. GREAT. It feels GREAT. I know that I love you. I know that you love me. I know that watching you cum made me feel great. How can that be wrong?”.


“Honey, do you even hear what you’re saying? “watching me cum”? That’ something a mother should never hear her son say!” It felt like I was losing the battle. “Mom, I’ve never liked a girl in my school, never wanted a girl, as bad as I do you! You’re my mom, and I love you like a mom. But I can’t help these other feelings that I have. I can’t stop them from coming into my head. You’re all I think about.”


She held her hand up again. “You have to stop. I can see in my hamper that you think about it a lot!” I must’ve looked embarrassed again, and she noticed. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to inject some humor into this unbelievable situation. I know you have needs. It’s your age. All kids, um, young men, go through this period where they’re focused almost completely on what’s between their legs”. My turn again, “mom, that’s not what it is. I don’t think about what’s between my legs! I think about you. Everything makes me think of you. I may be your son, but I see how pretty you are! I can smell your perfume when you walk around. When you’re not around, you’ll pop into my head. I can see every one of the pictures from your drawer! I see you standing beside my bed! That’s what makes ME jack off!”


“Wow” she said, “you’ve got it bad. Look, I’m flattered by your infatuation. I’m shocked that someone your age would even look at me, let alone harbor these fantasies. It made me feel desirable.” After a long pause, she went on “WE have to stop, but you don’t. I know you need your release and probably couldn’t stop if your life depended on it. You have to stop doing it in my hamper though. I have some nice clothes for work, and I don’t think the dry cleaner should see that. Imagine if he made a joke to your dad! Anyway, I’m calling a cease fire. Please stay out of my room”. With that she turned to leave. Just before she got to the door, she stopped and turned around. “Here” she said and tossed me the tube of K-Y. “This will keep you from wearing IT out. I bought that tube just for you. Now these. Well, these are to inspire you”, and she tossed me today’s worn panties. I caught them, and could only stare at the gift that had been given to me. “Let’s keep this our secret okay? You do what you need to do, and I’ll continue to give you my panties of the day. Oh, and put the K-Y somewhere your dad won’t find it.” She laughed softly when she said it. It was as if she had an inside joke. Her beautiful soft smile was on full display. If I wasn’t before, now I was totally in love. As she was turning again to leave, I detected a jiggle I hadn’t noticed before. She wasn’t wearing her bra. “Mom, your toenails look great. Your feet look great.” She looked down at them and smiled again. “I can’t believe you noticed” she said. “I notice everything about you mom”. There was an almost awkward pause, then I said, “look what you do to me!” I stood and she could see the rigid length of my cock pressing against my pants. She looked at my crotch and then back to me face and said, “I love you honey”. Then she left my room and closed the door. I came two minutes later with the aroma of my beautiful mom’s pussy fresh in my nose…


to be continued...

 

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Really? Eight paragraphs, that's it? You sir are a sadistic miscreant delighting in the whetting of others' salacious appetites only to deprive them of what they seek.

 

More is coming. Just trying to build some anticipation!

 

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