"I'm just a little horny." she consoled herself while at the same time slightly increasing the pressure on her clit. "I need to tease myself until I'm really horny." she told herself as she guiltily let her finger slip a little further into her pussy. With one hand still between her legs, she picked up her panties again. Large chunks of dried sperm clung precariously from the fabric. Her middle finger began fucking inside her pussy as she moaned softly.
Before she realized what she was doing Francine was pressing the crusty, sperm covered panties to her face, rubbing it against her skin like a hot towel at the day spa. Her finger moved to her clit and she rubbed it harder. The manly aroma of the cum was exhilarating as she ground her panties into her face. With the crotch pressed tightly against her nose, she inhaled deeply. One nostril became clogged with the plaster like mix, so she blew out. Instinctively, her tongue flicked out and licked up the good size bit. She tasted the sweet saltiness of her son's cum and greedily sought out more.
Her finger was back inside of her pussy, moving faster and more determined now. When she tried to pull the panties she was wearing aside she frustratingly realized they wouldn't stretch enough under her tight yoga pants to allow her full access to her pussy.
Lifting herself up from the floor, she quickly pulled the yoga pants and her panties down her legs, over one socked foot and then the other, roughly kicking them aside. "Oh fuck yesssss," she said letting out a loud moan when she finally got her finger back inside of her cunt. She pressed her cum soaked silk panties into her mouth and allowed her tongue to wash the crotch.
Francine couldn't stop herself now. With her mouth wide open, she gathered in as much of her son's hardened sperm as she could find. Still not satisfied, she turned them inside out and stuffed them in her mouth, sucking and capturing the last of the salty flakes.
The cool floor against her naked legs fought to temper her over heated body but lost out to the overpowering lust within her. After many minutes of wild masturbation, she collapsed onto the gritty basement floor, exhausted and for the moment satisfied.
When she regained her senses, the hot mom giggledwhen she saw how barren the panties were now. Only a few faint white spots were left where once it had been a whitewash of sperm.
"Oh my God, did I do that?" She ran her tongue over her teeth and tasted her son again. Dried and smeared cum clung from her face everywhere. She used her fingers to bring it to her mouth. She couldn't get enough. "Better than chocolate." she laughed as she licked her fingers until her son's salty seed was all but gone.
Drunk with lust, she ripped up her tight fitting top and frantically pawed at her engorged breasts. She pinched and pulled her aching nipples, pinching and pulling them before twisting them and mashing them together. Her other hand went back between her legs and she fingered herself mercilessly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, this feels so fucking good!" she called out. Even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't control her second and third climax. Like a runaway freight train, they smashed through her body and exploded from between her legs. "Uhhhhhhh! Yesssssss! Fuck yesssss Fuck!" She cried. When she could finally breathe normally, she wiped at the sweat that rolled down her face. Her fingers gathered up the last remnants of her son's sperm and she greedily brought them to her mouth.
"Does he think about blow jobs like is most men?" she wondered. Francine, until recently had rarely given in to Stan's frequent request for her to suck his dick because she had convinced herself that as a good wife, the act was demeaning to women. She now readily would admit to anyone how much she enjoyed the feel of a smooth hard cock in her mouth, as well as the taste of cum.
"I wonder how Steve's big dick would feel in my mouth?" she wondered out loud. "Francine Smith, you are such a perv." she playfully chided herself as she snatched up her abused panties one more time. Looking at them, she saw again that there was nothing left but raw silk. She was so exhausted that she was sure she couldn't possibly cum one more time.
The spilled laundry caught her eye again and even though she'd searched it once, she crawled over to it on hands and knees and perversely tore through it in any hope that she had missed a pair her son had jacked off into. There was of course no more.
Frustrated, she weakly pulled herself to her feet. Her top hung above her breasts, rolled tightly. The panties she'd worn as well as the pair her son had cum in lay discarded on the floor next to her yoga pants.
She fixed her top and pulled her pants back on before placing the clean laundry basket on her hip and starting up the stairs from the laundry room. It had been an exhausting morning already, and all that remained was to deliver the piles of folded clothes to Steve's room, and then take the rest to Haley's room and the master bedroom.
Francine paused on the landing to push her hair back behind an ear. She loved the way her hair was looking lately. 'Wow...I need a trim.' She reminded herself to make an appointment next week.
Preoccupied with her thoughts, she walked down the second floor hallway to Steve' room. The door was closed, and as was the custom in the Smith household, she politely knocked. Not hearing an answer, she knocked again, a little louder this time, and then turned the doorknob.
The sight that met her eyes burned with a flash into the backs of her eyes. The room was dark except for the light that emanated from a computer monitor. Steve was facing the door, sitting in front of the screen with headphones on, from which she could hear a driving beat. His desk hid most of his body from her, but his bare chest and shoulders rose above the top of the desk.
His cell phone was attached to his computer and he was looking intently at the screen, his right hand in his lap moving back and forth. By way of the big mirror hanging next to his bed, the picture on the screen forced its way into her consciousness. The image showed Francine kneeling on her hands and knees on her bed, her ass towards the camera, her face looking back with a lusty expressions. There was no pretense of covering her various charms. Her anus winked out a deeper pink than the pale skin of the rest of her bottom, as she drove a big black dildo deep into her pussy.
With a gasp, Francine Smith dropped the laundry basket. In the same instant, Steve, sensing the change in the light in the room guiltily grabbed his white briefs and pulled them up his legs, unsuccessfully attempting to stuff his erection back into concealment. He looked terribly embarrassed while looking up and seeing his mother's horrified expression.
"Mommmmm," he whined, sounding miserably like an immature brat, as he whipped around and shut off his monitor. He wanted to shrink into a tiny ball as he began to cover himself, never suspecting that she had seen the image on his screen. Francine quickly grabbed the basket and accidently slammed the door behind her, a lot harder than she intended.
'Oh, shit,' the teenager thought, 'why the fuck did that have to happen?'
Steve's erection had subsided enough that he was able to get his white briefs the rest of the way up. He walked over and lay on his bed, feeling more ashamed than the time he accidentally knocked his Dad's antique beer stein collection off of the mantelpiece.
"Bad enough that mom thinks she's caught me stroking off to some random web page. Pile that on top of accidentally seeing her in her negligee the other night..." He whined softly.
"I don't know what the Hell I'm going to do if she ever finds out she sent that picture to me last night. Not to mention if she finds out about those hot pictures I took last night through the opening in her bedroom door."
Outside in the hallway, her heart pounding, Francine leaned against Steve's bedroom door. With one hand pressed against her mouth, she could hear everything Steve said. With an impatient shake of her golden hair, she decided to finish separating the laundry in her own room.
Later that night while lying in bed Francine became concerned that she might have scarred Steve for life. "Francine Smith, I think you kind of panicked." She told her reflection in her full length mirror as she got ready for bed. "I shouldn't have raised my voice the other night in the hallway. For god's sake, that was my fault not Steve's. And now tonight I compound the issue by running out of there without telling him that masturbation is only natural."
