Linda's discovery - Sex Stories

Linda's discovery

... work up the courage to admit it to myself until the next day. Friday night, as I was going to bed, I put on the same black, sheer panties that I had originally noticed were missing from the laundry weeks before. As I crawled into bed my hands began to run 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 Mark. 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. "Oh, Mark, 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." By now, I had adjusted to my new reality. I was fantasizing about my own son fucking me without guilt. It was only a fantasy, right? There was no harm in fantasizing. I reached down and began to run my finger over the outside of my panties, at the clit. 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. "Fuck mommy, Mark," I almost screamed. "Fuck ...

... mommy now." 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 any more, I lay exhausted on the bed. As I came back to reality, instead of feeling guilty, I smiled. "I think Mark is going to have some fun with these panties," I thought, and then drifted off to sleep. The next morning I packed up all of the things and headed out. I had put the panties I had slept in between several shirts that he had asked me to pack in a travel bag along with his other things. I thought he might open the bag when I was standing there, but I didn't think he would unpack it until I left. If he did open the bag, I didn't want my ruse to be discovered until after I had left. So I didn't put them on top. Besides, that would have seemed too obvious, I thought. When I got to his apartment it was just before lunch. He met me outside. I carried his bag and he carried the nightstand in to his apartment. I dropped the bag on his bed and he made no move to open it. I did a good job of hiding how nervous and excited I was ...