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Pantie mom

This story is of my most shameful, darkest secret, of how I have seduced my only son and become his lover. Although the attraction between us is mutual, it was my inability to control my own lust that has brought us together. I know it is shameful and wrong, but I don’t know how I could ever stop sleeping with my son now. It all started when I arrived home a little earlier than usual one day, after closing a sale at the real estate office where I work. After letting myself in and kicking off my high heels, I called out to let my 13 year-old son, Tim, to let him know I was home. "Hello! Tim? Honey, are you there?" There was no response. I figured he must have gone out to the mall after school, so I went upstairs to get changed. As I climbed the stairs, I heard a low moan and stopped. Had I imagined it? "Ohhh...yeah...oh yeah...uugggh..." I stopped at the top of the stairs and listened hard. "Uuggh...ahh...ahhh..." It was the sound of someone having sex, and it was coming from inside my room. I froze, wondering who was in there. Was it my husband with another woman? I kept listening as I moved to the slightly ajar door to my room. "Uugghh...ohhh...Sarah!" I was shocked to hear my name. Who was this? I slowly pushed opened the door. Lying on my bed, eyes closed, was my son Tim. He was on his back naked, his hands pumping in his lap. Wrapped around his hard cock was my newest pair of black satin panties that I had worn just yesterday. I stood and stared in shock, unable to move. ...

... Tim was the one moaning as he wanked on my bed! I opened my mouth to begin telling him off but no voice came out. My gaze was locked onto his cock as his hands glided up and down the silky material of the panties. "Ohhh...Sarah...ugggh...I'm coming..." His eyes opened as his orgasm started. He saw me and gasped, frozen as his hands still held my panties to his cock, the material at the top becoming wet with his semen. "Mom!!!" he cried out, his cry shocked my out of my transfixed state. "Tim!!! What are you doing? My god, what are you doing?" I shrieked. Tim jumped up and ran past me into his own room, slamming his door. I sat down on my bed, dumbfounded. I began to rationalize that masturbation was normal for a teenage boy, but surely not in his parent’s room, with his mother’s underpants and calling her name? I looked at my bedside drawers. The top one was still open and I looked inside. Tim had obviously been looking through at all my lingerie, which meant he probably had also seen - my vibrator in the same drawer. That was my hidden secret and not even my husband John had known I was using it. Tim had violated my privacy by looking through my drawers and masturbating with my panties. I became very angry and stormed out into the hall and knocked loudly on Tim's door. "Tim! Open up mister, you have a lot of explaining to do!" I opened the door without waiting for an answer. Tim was sitting on his bed, still naked but now crying with shame. "I'm sorry Mom, I'm really sorry!" ...