Linda's discovery - Sex Stories

Linda's discovery

... it was better this way – me knowing his secret and "innocently" helping him out. When he called that Tuesday 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," Mark 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..." Mark 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," Mark 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 Mark 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. Mark was having a hard time controlling his breathing now too. "But what if it's your mom that leaves them for you, baby? That doesn't bother you?" I ran my hand over my own panties and could feel how wet they were. "Hell no, mom," Mark 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 ...