Panty Snitch Chapter 2

So several days each week, when I would wear a skirt to work, upon arriving at home I would check to see if our son was home, if he was, he got a really good show from me as I removed the panties and offered them to him. It got to where he always had a pair he had left at least one load in so I would thank him and go rub them all over my face and eventually taste his cum as I sucked on the panties. We were both in a blissful area of our lives.  At this point hubby had no clue.

The "next" level came when I decided I would stay in his room to watch him using my still warm and juicy wet panties and let him see me rubbing the ones he gave me back on my face and sucking his juices from them.  Little conversation occurred as we were both lost to our respective mesmerizing fantasies that ran wildly through our minds.  We were both naive to the idea that maybe, just maybe our individual fantasies were physically mated together in a very natural, family sort of way.

That evolved in a couple of weeks when hubby was out of town for a golf tournament, a three day trip.  I wasn't so naive with him to think he wasn't going to be chasing other women when he wasn' on the golf courese.  I had gone with him a few times and was actually involved in the fun a few years in the past. Maybe another chapter of life there.  Anyway on Friday when I got home, the garage door closed as I was getting out of the car, in the door of the house stood our son, totally nude and so very hard.  I smiled as I stood from the car, I threw a pair of panties to him telling him I drove all the way home with them off.  Then I surprised him by reaching back in the car and bringing out my almost sheer black bra and threw that to him as well.  I asked him if he had ever used my cups to cum in and he blushed, shaking his head.  My response was maybe that will change this weekend.

As he stood in the door I began to remove my blouse and skirt, soon I was standing in heels and thigh high stockings, some of you call them "stay-ups" I believe.  My tits were heaving as I was breathing rather deeply.  Then to my surprise our son hit the switch on the garage door again and crazy me I simply stood at my car door in the nude.  Two vehicles drove by but I could not tell what they might have seen, and did not recognize either of them.  He giggled and closed the door again.

I told him that was exciting but maybe a bit dangerous.  I explained to him what an exhibitionist was and told him how that definition fit Mom so very well.  I told him I was prone to "flash" people in public, sometimes friends, other times total strangers, and once in a while even other family members.  Many that knew me knew that I was rather brazen and very open.

So we moved into the family room, I'm standing in the middle of the room still nude in my heels and stockings.  I asked my son if he though Mom was sexy, he blushed and out rushed "hell yes" and then he apologized.  I laughed and told him not to worry that in the throes of passion any words were erotic and wonderful in my mind.  I made a decision at that time, and I smiled at our son, told him to sit down and I walked around in front of him letting him see me fondle and grope my own titties, I turned to show him my ass and squuezed the cheeks then bent over and spread them to let him have a good look.  He tried to touch but I backed away, saying no not yet. I turned back around to face him and got the footstool in front of him and sat on it with my legs widely spread. Yes he could see my cunt on full display. He reached again but I slapped his hand telling no not now again.

I explained for the weekend the whole time Dad was gone we would be totally nude at home and basically anything could go.  He looked surprised and I smiled nodding yes I do mean anything, but not all at once we have plenty of time. I told him if we had to go out, that no undies of any kind would be allowed for either of us, that he must wear gym shorts that were baggy. I would wear either a very short skirt or shorts that were baggy also. I would also wear either a top that was quite sheer or a very loose weave sweater that might allow my nipples to be clearly visible if they were hard.

This was going to be a learning weekend I explained to him, a time for him to learn about a woman's body and what makes her happy when you touch and play with it, and I would show him how someone else can make him happy, not him with his hand only. He lit up like a Christmas tree. I had him promise to me though it was our secret no one could know, not his Dad, his buddies, or anyone else for that matter, just he and I. He made a promise to me on that and I knew he would keep it.

My basic rules were that anyone could be touched at home at anytime, anywhere in the house, no doors were to be closed and that any question was fair game and all answers had to be answered 100% truthfully.

I knew we were embarking on uncharted waters, but I was almost as excited as he was about the prospects.  By the end of the weekend I knew he would not be a virgin any longer. So may the erotic fun begin.