My son Michael and I have always had a special, close relationship. His dad travels a lot on business, and I couldn't have any other children after Michael was born. I had loved every minutes of watching him grow into a strong, confident young man.

One day during Michael's senior year in high school, his father left on yet another long trip, and I was sitting in the living room feeling a bit lonely. After a while, the mail came, and I went outside and chatted with the mailman for a few minutes before I brought in the mail.

Michael had always been interested in working out, and he had gotten a couple bodybuilding and weightlifting magazines he subscribed to. I walked into his room and put them on his desk.

Now, I had always respected Michael's privacy, and I never "snooped." But as I turned from his desk to walk out of his room, I noticed something on the floor. It was a pair of panties --- MY panties --- that he had tried to throw under his bed but were still visible.

I picked up the panties, and even though I really didn't have any "suspicions," I sniffed them. They smelled like semen...a LOT of semen.

For the rest of the morning and early afternoon, I thought about how (or if) I would confront him about what I had found. As soon as Michael got home from school, he fixed himself a snack and went to his room to do his homework (he was fanatical about doing his homework as soon as he got home to get it over with).

After he finished his homework and came out of his room, I told him that I needed to talk to him. He came into my room and sat next to me on my bed. I showed him my panties and said, "I found these under your bed." He blushed, turning red as a beet, and for several minutes he didn't say a word...he couldn't even look me in the eyes.

I told him that I wasn't mad or anything, and that I didn't want him to be embarrassed. Once he realized that I wasn't going to go crazy on him, he began to open up a little. He eventually said, "I don't know exactly why I took them. I guess I just thought they were pretty."

Now all of a sudden, I was the one blushing. Here I was...just turned forty and looked it...a little too small on top, a little too big on the bottom...and this good looking boy that I knew had had more than his share of girlfriends said the he thought my panties were pretty. I felt sexy for the first time in a long time, but feeling uneasy about my son's having made me feel that way.

We sat silently for a few minutes, then I said, "Look, I'm sure this is awkward for both of us. I'd probably better get started on dinner soon." But I didn't move. He said, "Yeah, I need to go for my afternoon run." But he didn't move either.

Wordlessly, we embraced...and neither of us let go. I tenderly kissed him on the cheek, and he tenderly kissed me on my cheek. I kissed his cheek again, and he kissed mine again. Then my mouth found his and we kissed once, twice, and then we opened our mouths. My mind and heart were racing.

Things were happening so quickly. We stood up and embraced, kissing again. I felt him lifting up my t-shirt. So turned on but so conflicted, I removed it, and I didn't stop him when I felt him gently tugging down my sweatpants. My heart now pounding, I stood before my son in only my bra and panties...and he removed his shirt, and gym shorts.

We embraced again, and I was shocked to hear myself whisper to him between kisses, "We can play, but we can't go all the way, and your dad can never know about this." He hugged me that much more tightly and kissed me like I hadn't been kissed in a very long time.

He eased me onto the bed and soon turned me face down. Like I mentioned earlier, he had had several girlfriends, and he knew what he wanted. He laid on top of me, his hardness against my big, round bottom...only my pink cotton panties between our bodies. He began to grind into me, and it felt so good. Not just the feeling of his hardness against me, but the feeling of being wanted, being lusted after.

He came pretty quickly, which neither surprised nor disappointed me. Feeling his excitement, and feeling his spunk soaking my panties and shooting up my lower back really made me feel pretty. But it was just the beginning, it turned out.

Unlike most boys (and men, for that matter) after he came he did not get right up off of me. He stayed right where we was, kissing me so lovingly and tenderly. Telling me how much he loved me. I was, of course, really turned on. Since he was still in high school, he hard again almost instantly.

Of course, this time was different. He had just cum, so he could keep going on me longer. And his hand found its way between my legs...he was caressing and rubbing my clit through my panties.

It was all so wonderful...feeling his weight on me, his hardness against me, and touching me in that very special spot...still I was sweetly and delightfully surprised when the feeling began building up inside me. It just felt better and better and I was moaning so sensually, "Oh, BABY!! I'm... I'm gonna... I'M GONNA CUM!!!!!" The orgasm that swept over me was so intense, that I almost sobbed. And my sweet boy still didn't stop...almost as soon as I came down from that orgasm, another one started to overtake me...that one triggered his, and we came together...so in love.

We lay in each other's arms for almost an hour afterwards. Our relationship had always been special, but it would be so much different from now on.