How I Taught My Son To Be My Man

How I taught my son to be my man

Disclaimer - all characters are fictional, and at least 18 years old.

"What was he doing with your panties?" SJ said in shock.

"Don't be so loud. Everyone will hear us." I said to her as we sat in the coffee shop. "I saw him in the bathroom using my dirty pants and masturbating."

"Oh wow!" SJ gasped. "What did you do when he saw you?"

"He didn't see," I replied. "He was too focused on sniffing my panties and playing with his cock."

"So come on then," SJ said, "how big was he? As big as his father? You always said Paul stretched your pussy."

"I wasn't focused on that, I was in shock at what he was doing!"

"Oh come on you must have seen it, I wouldn't have been able to not have a quick look and you are more filthy than me."

"Well if you must know. Yes, he was large, larger than his dad." I replied, feeling my face go bright red.

"So you're going to have to say something, he won't stop otherwise, and that young stallion will fill all your panties full of cum until they all end up being stained," SJ said as her interest increased.

"Oh God, I don't know what to do. It's the first time I've caught him doing this and, hopefully, it's a one-off, what do you think I should do?" I asked.

SJ smiled and thought for a second. "If I was you, I would do what I did to my boys and tease them a little bit. Make sure you catch him again and then confront him with it. Hopefully, that will stop him from doing it in the future. When I caught Max playing with his little friend, I questioned him straight away and that was the last I saw of him playing, I just had to deal with the evidence of crusty socks and tissues in his room."

"Do you not think it could be a one-off?" I questioned.

"As a mother of 2 young men I very much doubt it," she replied.

The conversation changed as someone came and sat next to us but on the way home the thoughts of teasing going around my head were different from what SJ meant. Thoughts of teasing him excited me, not to catch and embarrass him, but to turn him on and see him doing it. "What am I thinking of?" I said to myself but I couldn't help but get wet at the idea of my son playing with my panties. As someone on the wrong side of 50, I think I still looked good and had a healthy appetite for sex, I was turned on by this. Sadly sex had been non-existent since I divorced Paul, two years prior. The only enjoyment I got was from my green bag that contained my collection of vibrators and nipple clamps.

*****

As I woke up the next day, I was determined to do something about what I had seen, I just wasn't sure what yet. First I would need to catch him with the panties again. I decided to set a trap in the bathroom to see what would happen, as I went for a shower before work I left my panties that I had slept in, in the corner of the bathroom, not putting them in the wash basket. Greg always went into the shower room after me and now I was starting to think why. Hopefully, he would see them and make use of them. Images swirled through my head of what Greg might do with the panties. For the first time in my life, I was thinking of Greg in a different light, as a sexual being. I wrapped my body in a towel, making sure that it was tied tightly, but making sure my cleavage was on show. It was deliberately a small towel so he could see my thighs too. I was desperate to know if it was me or just my panties that he was interested in.

As I knocked on his door I was nervous. I opened it to see him in bed with his hands and a duvet. Immediately I thought that he was playing with himself and got a little flustered.

"Bathroom free darling," I said as his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

His eyes were locked to my body and I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes for a brief few seconds. I walked away towards my bedroom and felt so horny. I had just shown a lot of flesh to my youngest son and let a panty trap for him. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help getting wet at the thought. As I got to my room, I could hear him getting up and heading towards the bathroom. There was no lock on the bathroom door, so I knew if I gave him a minute, I could walk in and maybe catch him. I sat down on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. My hand went down and I slipped 2 fingers straight in. My pussy was pretty wet. This was turning me on but I couldn't miss the opportunity so I had to get ready for him. I put on some fresh underwear, the silky, lacey kind that would make me feel confident and sexy, hoping that he would like it when I walked in. As I went towards the bathroom my heart was racing and pussy dripping. The only noise was the water from the shower hitting the base. Maybe he was already in the shower and wasn't interested in me or my panties? Maybe it had been a one-off? I had to find out and quickly open the door. As I walked in, Greg was in the corner with his cock in his hand and my panties by his nose.

"Oh..... I...... I...... I.........just need my hairbrush." I stuttered as I picked it up and slowly backed out. Greg didn't say a word and just froze with his big hard cock in his hand and panties by his nose. He had been caught with his trousers down literally and didn't know what to do. As I closed the door behind me, I was in shock. I wasn't sure why, I had seen what I wanted to see, and was turned on by the thought of Greg wanking with my dirty panties. I knew he had a girlfriend, an attractive young 18-year-old called Michelle, but for some reason, it was his mother's panties that turned him on. Sniffing my scent and masturbating, really did it for him, and now I wanted to know more.

I finished getting dressed and ready for work and went to the kitchen. I was turned on by this but also embarrassed. What would I say to him now? My head was spinning and couldn't deal with it so early in the morning and I had to get out. I grabbed my coffee, and ran off to work with my pussy still really wet. All day, I couldn't get the thought of what I'd seen out of my head. I was in a complete daze and had to tell someone. As with most days, I met up with my best friend SJ at lunch to discuss it further. She had been a friend since childhood and someone I completely trusted, Greg knew her well and she was known as Auntie SJ to him. She was like a second mother to him and I always thought he was attracted to her. The way he looked at her and stared at her beautiful curves, just like mine.

"You did what??" SJ said, shocked.

"I had been nervous about it all morning, and when the opportunity came, I just went for it. It wasn't until afterward that I realized what I had done." I said blushing

"Do you mind if I ask you a naughty question?" SJ asked in a shy tone leaning into me.

"Well, you will ask whatever I say." I laughed.

"True" SJ laughed "Were you aroused at all? You must have been at some point."

I paused a moment, wondering how much to reveal. The embarrassment was real, I was telling a lifelong friend my darkest secret, but still, I was in desperate need of more guidance.

"Maybe a tiny bit," I admitted cautiously. "most people would think setting up their son with panties to see him masturbate would be weird, I suppose I'm the exception."

"And to think, in all our years of knowing each other, I've always thought that I was the bad one," SJ joked. "Turns out I'm nothing compared to you."

We both laughed.

"I just couldn't help it. There's something that excites me. It's been years since I've had that effect on a man and even though it's my son I still get excited. You should've seen his face when I walked in. He just froze, literally didn't move a muscle, panties by his nose and cock his hand." I described.

"Oh my God, what did you do?" SJ asked.

"I backed away slowly but made sure I had a good look. I'm terrible, I know I am but I just couldn't help myself, I had to see."

"I know it's not the norm," SJ added, "but I've got to admit I kind of understand the turn-on. So what are you doing now? What's the next thing for him?"

"Oh God, I've no idea. I'm still trying to get my head around what I saw this morning. I don't know if it's me or it's just my panties that he likes, but either way, I find it erotic."

"Well, I think you need to find out. What do you think you would do if he saw you naked?" SJ asked with a cheeky look in her eyes.

"SJ! I'm not flashing my son." I said firmly "I just couldn't do it." Or could I, I thought in my head. Was I trying to convince myself?

"Well, that would tell you if it's you or your panties. I think your son has a thing for his mother, his jaw would hit the floor when he sees you naked and you would instantly know. One thing is for sure, he would be straight back in the bathroom exploding into your panties or even on you if you let him!"

"Well, that's never happening. Looking is one thing but touching is a whole other level." I said as we got up and headed back to work.

****

That evening, I knew I had to discuss things with Greg. It was going to be awkward but I had to clear the air when he got home. I made his favourite dinner and got a couple of bottles of wine. Before he got there, I had already had most of one bottle for a bit of courage. Whatever happened, I was going to be in charge. As his mother, it was my duty to ensure he did things right and respectfully. After all, he wouldn't always be my little boy, and how a man treats a lady is always a reflection of his mother.

As he came home he walked into the kitchen and said hello but wouldn't make eye contact with me. I told him dinner would be soon, gave him a glass of wine, and he said he was going up to get changed and showered. Immediately I wondered if he would use my panties again. When I got home, I had changed and put my underwear in the hamper folded inside out so I would know if he touched them. 15 minutes later, I heard the shower turn off and Greg walking back to his room. I went straight into the bathroom to check but they hadn't been moved. What had I done? Had I completely read this wrong? Had I now caused a massive issue between myself and my son? I was really scared but he didn't know it was a setup, so I had to take the lead. When he came down for dinner we started eating in silence but something needed to be said.

"Right, Greg we need to talk about this morning. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I'm not mad at you."

"I...I'm sorry Mummy. It's just that...they were just sitting there..." Greg mumbled.

"So that makes it ok does it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Greg shook his head and looked humiliated. "No, it doesn't. I guess I don't have an excuse."

"So why did you do it?" I enquired.

He shrugged. "I've always had a thing for women in panties and lingerie, and yours are the only ones I can have access to. Michelle doesn't let me anywhere near her bedroom alone. I don't know what else to say."

"I'm struggling for words too. Having my son masturbate with my underwear isn't something I would have expected. So it came as a complete shock to me when I saw you pleasuring yourself with my panties this morning."

"I'm so sorry Mummy, I didn't think you would walk in if I was in the shower." he replied in an embarrassed tone.

"But you weren't in the shower, were you? You were too busy sniffing your mother's panties." I said as sternly as I could. "You're sorry? What on earth has gotten into you, using your mother's things like that?"

"I don't know why Mummy I won't do it again."

I pursed my lips. "That's not good enough, young man."

"It's weird Mummy, all my friends think you are a real hot MILF and always talk about you. When I saw your panties on the side I couldn't resist it."

"Come on tell the truth, this isn't your first time doing it is it?"

"No, I'm sorry, I have been looking through the hamper for a while now. When I realized what they do to me, I started thinking about you differently." He confessed.

Suddenly I felt a massive sense of guilt, almost sympathy for him but I was also surprisingly flattered. I became aroused at the thought of being lusted over by my son.

"How so?" I asked. "How are you now thinking about me?"

"Mummy please don't?" He protested.

"I want to get to the bottom of this." I nodded.

"Oh my god this is so embarrassing."

"It's ok darling this will stay between us, I just need to understand."

"Fine. I have been thinking about what they would look like on you. Then also, what you would look like without them. I know what you're probably thinking, I'm sick and disgusting for doing this with your panties." Greg sobbed.

On the contrary, it made me feel flattered in a strange way that he'd be crossing taboo barriers just to lust after me. I could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought.

"Baby, I understand that you're a young man and that you're interested in women. I realize that it might be awkward sometimes because we live together. But I want you to know that being attracted to your mother isn't unusual, it sometimes just happens. Thinking about these things doesn't mean you're 'sick' or 'disgusting' in any way."

"Thanks for understanding and not thinking I'm some sort of creep," he replied with a sense of relief.

"Of course, I don't think you're a creep. The truth is, we women want to share our bodies with men, but it has to be on our terms for it to mean anything special. The same applies to our clothes and our belongings. So if you want to enjoy yourself with one of my things, next time you need my permission first. You can't just take a woman's garments and use them for your pleasure without her knowing. It's not very appropriate."

Greg's head lifted as his eyes lit up. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? Did you just..."

"Maybe" I nervously replied "You're a young man and you have your needs. I understand that your emotions can be a bit confusing. Don't forget, I used to be 18 at one point in my life. So, as long as you're respectful about this, I'll let you use my garments if you ask first."

As the evening went on, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a terrible mistake, or my best decision as a single parent. Pandora's box had opened slightly, and I needed to know what was going to be inside.

*****

The next day SJ came to my desk at lunch and dragged me off to the coffee shop, she was becoming invested in what was happening.

"So come on tell me exactly what happened last night" She eagerly asked.

I was nervous about telling her so didn't give her all the details at the start but before long it started to come out.

"Finally, I'm getting all the details," SJ said sarcastically.

"I didn't want to tell you this because it's kind of perverted and I was worried you might judge me. I kind of told him that if he wants to use my panties or any of my underwear, then he should just ask me and we could make some sort of arrangement."

"You're kidding?" SJ gasped not bothering to hide her shock.

I shamefully hung my head. "I made a goodwill gesture in the heat of the moment. Honestly, I had no intention of making an offer like that until he opened up to me. He started crying and I just felt too sad for him. He's just a horny teenager with a nutty girlfriend that won't let him touch her. He needs some release and I'm making sure he treats woman and their possessions with respect."

"Do you think he's ever going to take you up on the offer?" SJ asked. "At any time, he could ask for your panties and then you'll have to make good on your promise!"

"Yes, I know don't remind me. We'll just have to wait and see what he does."

Deep down, I knew he would, and I was excited about it. I wondered if SJ could guess or have any idea how wet the thought was making me.

I was home first and Greg came back a couple of hours later. Normally I go and get changed and put fresh clothes on including panties but for some reason today I wanted to leave them on just in case he asked for them. I was in the kitchen when he came home having a glass of fizz and cooking dinner for us both. When he came home, we acted as if I had never caught him masturbating with my panties a few days before. We talked about our day at work and I felt a slight sense of relief that Greg didn't ask about panties, but still a little disappointment, too. I was so confused by these feelings, maybe he was just too embarrassed to ask for them, or maybe our conversation had humiliated Greg into learning his lesson.

We watched TV for a while and then I excused myself and went to my bedroom to get ready for bed. I stripped in front of the mirror looking at my body. I was proud of the way I looked. My ex-husband had always talked down to me and told me to lose weight but I liked the way I looked. No, I wasn't a size 10 model but I had beautiful curves all over and a fantastic set of 34DD boobs. As I took my bra off my boobs hung and nipples pointed down and I remembered the years that these had been in my children's mouths when I fed them. I starting to think of how it would feel now to do it again. To feed my adult child and let him suckle on my breast. Instantly I started to become aroused and only the noise of Greg tidying up snapped me out of it. I put on my nightie but left the panties on just in case.

I was sitting on at dresser, taking my makeup off when I heard a knock at the door, Greg popped his head around the door and said good night.

"Night, night to you as well darling, sleep well," I replied.

However, Greg didn't move, he stood there awkwardly for a moment, as if he wanted to say something. His body looked like it wanted to walk away but his head told him to stay, wanting to initiate a conversation.

"Are you ok darling?" I asked. For the first time in my life, I felt nervous that he might answer that question truthfully given the context of the situation.

"Yes, I'm just thinking about what you said this morning. About asking your permission first. Did you mean it?"

I awkwardly paused for a moment trying to process what he was saying. "Of course, I remember. It was an unforgettable conversation."

"Do you...do you think I could borrow something please?" He asked nervously. "It'll only be for the night and I promise I won't make a mess in it."

"I'm very proud of you right now. You asked me properly. Most men would have ignored that request and continued doing it without permission. So I'm glad you had the courage."

"So does that mean I can go get your panties from the basket please Mummy?"

I hesitated for a moment before approaching him.

"No need to go to the bathroom sweetheart, I kept them on in case you asked." As I answered I slipped my hands beneath my nightgown and pulled the panties down, lifting each leg, until they had completely come off. As I stood up I playfully twirled the panties around my finger and could feel just how wet and warm they were.

Greg took the panties from my hand and replied, "Thanks Mummy, you're the best!"

The awkward tension somehow left us both feeling aroused.

I got into bed and lay there but it was impossible to fall asleep. Twenty minutes had passed since Greg had taken my panties, and all I could think about were lewd images of him furiously masturbating sniffing my must, or with my undergarment wrapped around his penis. Curiosity got the better of me and I had to go and see what was happening. I had no clue what I was going to say, but I needed to find out what he was doing. It was a fair trade I thought, if he got my used panties to pleasure himself with, I should be able to see what he was doing with them. As I walked down the dark, creeky hallway, I noticed his bedroom light was on. I knocked and slowly opened the door to see Greg lying in bed watching TV.

"Oh, hey Mummy," he said pausing the television.

I looked around the room and noticed that my panties were on the floor along with a few pieces of tissue paper right next to his bed.