I'll never forget the first time I discovered my son was masturbating. He was 11, and I discovered his "secret" when stripping his bed one morning. Beneath the cover sheet were two things. One of my husband's porno magazines, and a soiled pair of my panties... sticky and stiff with cum!
The moment I picked up the panties and felt them, still damp with Jason's latest orgasm, a tingling sensation filled my body. I felt weak... dizzy, and had to sit on the edge of the bed while I composed myself. Still holding the damp, sticky panties, for some crazy reason I brought them to my nose and sniffed them.
Along with the familiar strong seaweed scent of my pussy I detected something even more erotic... the odor of Jason's cock sweat and cum. Why I did what I did next I have no idea. I brought the panties to my lips and licked, then sucked them. I could taste myself as well as traces of Jason's cum... and I came! Just like that, I had an orgasm. Thrilled, horny as hell, I went into my son's closet and looked in the dirty clothes hamper where I found what I was seeking... one of Jason's soiled jock straps. I sniffed them, whimpered a bit, then went back to his bed, pulled down my shorts and panties, and lay down on my son's bed.
I was wet... so fucking wet... and when I began masturbating, wiping my son's dirty jock and ball sweat all over my face I came again. Immediately I began sucking my son's sour ball sweat from the jock strap, licking the inside of it as I masturbated until yet another fantastic orgasm slammed into me. Still not satisfied, I went back into his bedroom and found a pair of his dirty briefs in the hamper. They were stained yellow in the crotch, from piss droplets, as I knew they might be, and unable to stop myself, I took the underwear back to the bed, placed the dirty jock strap across my face so the cup was centered over my nose, then began masturbating again.
God how fucking perverted this was, I knew, and when some unseen power deep within me forced me to turn the underwear inside out I began to tremble. "DO IT!" the voice said as I lay there, my fingers sloshing through my wet pussy, gaze centered on the yellow stains in the white briefs. And then when I was no longer able to resist I lifted up and slid two cunt-juice covered fingers up inside my cunt and lowered the nasty underwear to my mouth... licking and sucking the piss from my son's stained briefs.
"AHHHHH!" I screamed, sucking the juices from the dirty underwear, then wiping it all over my face, sliding the underwear beneath the jock strap, inhaling the strong urine scent from my son's cock as well as what was already on my face from his balls. And I came again, so hard this time I squirted a little, which only made the orgasm continue for what felt like forever but may have lasted but a minute or so.
Afterward I lay there panting like a beached whale, only I'm no whale. I'm 5'4" and weigh a mere 110, with 36C tits, a flat stomach, tight bubble ass and gorgeous legs. What I lack in facial beauty is more than offset by my "built like a brick shithouse" body. I have the kind of body men tell me was made for sex, and that's just fine with me, since there isn't anything on this Earth I love more than sucking and fucking and anything else anyone wants to do to and with me.
It's true. Ask my husband. I am a TOTAL sexual submissive. You ask me to do something, I'll do it. I LOVE being told what to do in bed... or in a car... or in a theater... or... well, you get the picture. Poor Harold. Little did he know when I was so easy with him I was just as easy with any man who wants me... or woman! Yes, I've munched carpet... sucked the clam... and I love that, too. What can I say. I'm just a sexual being, and it is what it is.
So do I fuck around on my husband? Well DUH! Of course I do. Does he know it? Sure. How could he not when I walk in from a "trip to the mall" with my cunt dripping cum, or with it hanging from my hair or splattered on my blouse. Yeah, he knows he married a slut, and I think the only reason he doesn't divorce me is because he is addicted to my hot body and to doing anything he wants to me, and I do mean anything.
Let's face it. How many of you guys out there with your cocks in your hand right now would kick out a beautiful 32 year old woman with a centerfold body who would let you come all over her face or have you lick your ass or piss on her or anything else you could dream up for her to do? Why would Harold dump me just because I let other men do the same things to me? Fact is, now that he's learned to accept me for who I am, he gets off on watching me with other men, the little fuck. And as to why I haven't left him, why would I? Harold loves our son, he's a good provider, and he lets me have all the sex I want, so what the fuck, right? But sex with our son? That, I knew, might be another story. I also knew I'd find out real soon, because now that I knew Jason was old enough to come and that he was doing it in my panties, I also knew it wouldn't be long before he was also doing it in my mouth, cunt, and ass. And it wasn't.
That night as we were finishing up dinner, I took a deep breath and said, "Honey, I found something in your room today."
Jason looked up at me as his face turned red. "What, mom?"
"I found my panties and one of our porn magazines under the sheets in your bed," I began, getting up from the table, walking over to our son. "And I know you masturbated in my panties, honey."
"MOM! Geez! I... I...." he began. Of course dumb shit Harold was just sitting there staring at us with his mouth open.
"It's okay, baby. Everyone masturbates. I'm just happy to know you used my panties to do it in."
"I... I'm sorry, Mom. It... it was an accident. I... I didn't-" he began.
"Baby, don't apologize! Sex is the most wonderful thing in the world. Isn't it, Harold," I said.
"Ah, yes... yes it is, son. What you did is perfectly natural. Well... maybe not using your mother's panties, but masturbating... yes, that's something all boys do."
"And men, too, honey," I said, leaning down to our son, pressing my tits into his back, hugging him. "Women, too, Jason. We women masturbate, too... all the time. We love to reach down into our panties... into the moist, soft folds of our cunts... and rub our clits until we come."
"MOTHER!" Jason exclaimed.
"Ah, Marge, maybe you shouldn't-" Harold began.
"Shut the fuck up, Harold. Our son needs to know about sex. God knows I'm sure YOU haven't had 'the talk' with him yet. Have you?" I snapped.
"Ah, no, I haven't," Harold sighed.
"Then it's time I did. Honey, let's go into the family room. All of us. Come on, the kitchen can wait," I said, leading our son by the hand out of the kitchen.
We walked into the family room and told Jason to sit on the sofa while I turned on a table lamp, then pulled the drapes to the back porch shut. Harold took a chair opposite the sofa and I could see his erection already building. Then I returned to the sofa and sat next to our son.
"You see, Jason. When a boy reaches your age... when he's old enough to begin to shoot cum out of his cock... you don't mind if I use grown up words, do you honey?" I asked.
"No," he mumbled, his face still red, but I could also see his cock hardening.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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