CHAPTER 1. DISCOVERY
I don't know why you men seem to think we women don't get a horny as you do because we do! I know we're not SUPPOSED to show it like you men do. This nonsense starts early, and I suppose it's a Societal thing. Nice girls are expected to be demure, and God help us if we appear to be as horny as you guys. A horny guy is seen as a STUD. A woman who appears horny is labeled a slut, or a whore. But that doesn't mean we aren't just as horny, just as hot, as you men. I know what you're doing right now... most of you. You're sitting there with your naked cock in your hand, fondling it slowly, or stroking it, masturbating. If you think we women don't do the same when we read porn you're mistaken, because we do.
When I read porn I like to be wearing only a robe. Nothing else, so I can spread my legs and touch my pussy, or pinch my nipples. I like to sniff my cunt juice, or taste it, and more... much more. When I'm horny.
Sometimes I can go for days without masturbating, but then I'll begin feeling horny again. My mind will wander to thoughts of sex, and once that process begins I know I have to masturbate or sex is all I'll think about. I'm a single mother of an 18 year old son so I don't have a lot of opportunity to get laid. I'm also too shy to go looking for it, and ever since my husband left me for a waitress half his age my self-image has been pretty low. I gained a little weight... I'm 5'6" tall with what I guess are still pretty nice tits... 36D... but I'm probably 10 or 15 pounds heavier than I'd like to be. I'm also multi-orgasmic, and when I'm in one of my horny stretches I seem to be more aware of how many men are staring at my tits. Then the vicious circle begins. My awareness of their attention to my tits seems to make my nipples grow, and that makes them press harder against the fabric of my bra or tee shirt, and that makes me hornier, and makes my cunt dampen, which makes me hornier. And so it continues until I can find time to quench my sexual hunger with my fingers or one of my vibrators. Of course I can only do that when Robby isn't home or late at night after he's asleep. Or so I thought.
I first began thinking about the possibility of having sex with my son when I found a pair of my panties under his bed one afternoon while cleaning his room. At first I thought Robby might have dropped a handkerchief on the floor, but then I realized what they were, and a sudden, intense rush of tingling heat coursed through my pussy. I picked up the panties, examining them, and it was then I realized they had cum in them. Robby's cum. My son's cum!
My legs suddenly became so weak I had to sit on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding, mind filling with exciting fantasies, shameful visions of my son's cock, naked, as it spurted cum from the end of it directly into the crotch of my soiled panties. As I slowly lifted the dirty panties to my face I slid a hand beneath the ones I was wearing and began to touch myself. How large, I wondered, was my son's cock now... how thick? How long was it? It had been years since I'd seen it naked. How much cum did he shoot when he climaxed, I mused, my fingers rubbing my wet pussy now as I slowly brought the panties to my nose. Inhaling deeply my nostrils were immediately assaulted by the scent of the combination of my stale cunt juices, days old droplets of my urine, and Robby's cum. I stared at the wetness again then, rubbing the panties between my thumb and fingers, and I realized the wetness was from Robby's relatively fresh load of cum. And then, on impulse, I suddenly sucked them, the crotch of my nasty, wet, cum-drenched panties.
"Oh God!" I moaned, coming instantly as the taste of my son's cum and my stale cunt juices and pee attacked my senses. My shoulders suddenly bucked forward, and I felt fresh cunt juices oozing out over my fingers, staining the panties I was wearing. What a wonderful orgasm, I thought. How exciting it had been to play with myself while sucking my son's cum from my own soiled panties. Had Robby sniffed the fragrance from my panties just before he came in them, I wondered? Had he licked the crotch of my panties? Did he suck my cunt juices from them? Had he been able to detect a hint of pee as he perhaps wiped the panties over his face just before his cock exploded? I fantasized over watching him doing something like that as my fingers flew over my swollen clit and I came again, this time wiping the crotch of the panties I was wearing into my cuntal wetness, the glimmer of a plot taking shape in my mind as I purposely soaked the thin material of my underwear, my fingers feeling them growing wet, just as I intended.
Afterward I took off the panties I'd been wearing... a pair of black bikini briefs, and with my heart pounding I exchanged them for the ones I'd found under Robby's bed. Then I returned to my bedroom, took out one of my vibrators, and fucked myself silly over and over again before finally showering and dressing again.
When deciding what to wear for the rest of the day and evening, I thought about how it would feel to go without a bra, knowing my nipples would be on display for my son if I did it, thinking about what kind of signal that might send to Robby. I was still very horny in spite of the many orgasms I'd given myself that afternoon, and before I could change my mind I pulled on a thin yellow sleeveless tank top and a short black skirt. I also decided to wear my sexiest panties, a pair of pale lavender lace bikini panties that I knew Robby would be able to see through if he glimpsed at my crotch. And then I heard him call out to me.
"Mom! I'm home!" he yelled.
"Hi honey," I called out, walking downstairs and into the kitchen to greet my son.
At first he didn't seem to notice my attire. Then, when he did, his expression changed, and he seemed to grin sheepishly.
"How was school, honey?" I asked innocently, feeling my nipples hardening under Robby's gaze.
"Uh, it was, uh, fine, Mom," he stammered, his cheeks actually reddening as he stared at my tits.
"Come here, you," I said, opening my arms to him. He did as I asked, and when we hugged I knew he must be able to feel my erect nipples pressing into his tee shirt. And then I felt it.
I continued to hold him against my body and we both felt his young cock beginning to harden. Instantly Robby pulled away from me, then quickly went up to his room, saying he "had to go pee."
I began preparing dinner with thoughts of what his cock would look like doing that... peeing, and I wondered what it would be like to hold it while it did such an intimate act. I felt my own pussy growing wet again then, and while I knew thoughts like this were not the sort of thing a good mother should be conjuring up, I also knew I was in one of my horny periods and that something exciting was going to happen that evening after dinner...
CHAPTER 2. SEDUCING ROBBY
That night during dinner Robby continued to stare at my tits, and my nipples remained so hard they hurt! At one point he looked up at me and knew I'd caught him staring at my breasts. His cheeks instantly turned red, and I felt a gush of excitement washing over my body, the familiar tingling in my cunt again.
"Robby..." I began.
"Yeah, Mom?" he said.
"How's that class in Sex Ed coming?" I asked. "What do you talk about?"
"Just stuff," he blushed. My son is adorable, but painfully shy, which he obviously got from me. His gorgeous blue eyes were sparkling, and I wondered if his cock was growing hard again.
"Like what, honey? Do you talk about masturbation?" I asked softly.
"Geez, Mother. This is embarrassing to talk about with you," he exclaimed, squirming.
"Honey," I began, getting up, moving over next to his chair. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Sex is a wonderful thing, baby. The best thing in the world. And I know it's natural for a young boy your age to begin masturbating. There's nothing wrong with it, Robby. If you DIDN'T do it I'd worry. You do, don't you, honey," I said, hugging his head to my stomach, my tits resting on his head.
"Mother..." he protested.
"It's okay, baby. I know. I know you do it. I... I found them," I said, my heart pounding in my chest, nipples rock hard. I was so wet I wondered if Robby could smell my essence, and rather hoped he could.
"You found what, Mother?" he whispered, turning to look up at me, my tits directly in front of his face now.
"My panties, honey. I found my panties. Under your bed."
"Oh geez!" he groaned, redness flooding his face again. "I... I..."
"Hush, baby. I said it's okay, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Robby..."