In The Laundry Room
I get it, my situation is outrageous and sounds fake, but I have no one to talk to about this and it makes me more confused and aroused each time it escalates. I’m mortified by what is happening, but I’m also giving into it and anticipating the next time something happens. My son has a fetish for masturbating in my used underwear. Over the holidays he became more aggressive and had me (and I allowed it) give him the thong I had on, jerked off in it, and had me put it back on. On New Years we had sex while the rest of the family slept. The last week or so has been calm, but I realize I had my period during this time too, but yesterday we resumed with the issue and it got worse in my mind, but I also let it happen.
I went out for coffee and some retail therapy with a friend yesterday, and came home just as my husband was taking my daughter to practice. This was normal, but it did leave me alone at home with my son. It didn’t concern me at all when they first left. I grabbed a load of laundry and took it into the laundry room. As I’m loading the washer, my son comes by. He says, “You look great.” For a second I just thanked him for the compliment, but then I got just a little anxious because he’s complimenting me and we had sex two weeks ago. I immediately pictured us having sex that night.
As he complimented me, I threw in a pair of my used panties, and stopped to look at them. He had used them to masturbate again. I pulled up the panties and said “You really have to stop this, this can’t go on like this.” He came up to me very close and put a hand on my butt. He said, “I can’t help it Mom, you make me so horny.” I said, “Stop it.” But he had felt my ass in the polo shirt dress and asked, “Are you wearing a thong?” I said, “None of your business!” and tried to turn to put the laundry in the washer. I turned away but he became hyper and excited, getting very shaky and pulling up my dress from behind. He said, “You ARE wearing a thong!” I yelled, “Stop it right now!” But he instead pulled my dress up so that my entire dress was above my waist and I stood in front of him just in my thong from the hips down. I turned and showed him I was angry, and I exclaimed, “Stop it!”
My son became frantic. “Please, let me taste you again, PLEASE?” He pushed me towards the washer until my butt was against it and he came up close to me. I said, “No, not again, we can’t.” But he replied, “PLEASE, Mom, PLEASE?” and put his fingers between my legs. A few times I said “We can’t.” He proceeded to kneel down in front of me and pulled my thong to the side. He licked at my pussy and start to kiss and lick and push in harder. One last time I said “No.” He was persistent with his kissing and licking, and I don’t know why but in spite of wanted to resist I also lifted a leg so I could spread myself for him. I opened wide enough to let him lick inside my pussy. He started sucking on me and licking at my clit, and I remembered last time I was the one who guided him where to lick. I felt like this was my fault. But it felt so good as he sucked on me that I opened up my leg a little wider and he sucked and kissed my clit until I shuddered and felt a little orgasm.
He felt it too. He looked up and said, “Mom, let me make love to you again.” I said, “No, please, we shouldn’t be doing this.” He stood up and kissed me on the cheek over and over, frantically. He said, “Please, this is so much better than panties. Let’s do it now.” I said no again and tried to push him back but he got hysterical. He started yelling, “Please Mom I need it. I need it so bad, Please!” He was so loud I thought a neighbor outside might hear. I panicked and again I know how crazy this is, but I said, “Ok, calm down, it’s okay.” He started grabbing my butt to pull me closer, and he asked, “Do you mean it?” I was so confused, and I felt his erection pressing against me, and it rubbed my pussy. I said, “You can’t tell anyone.” My son replied, “I won’t. Please. I swear I won’t.”
I didn’t say anything. To be honest, after saying no all that time I really wanted to have sex with him last night, especially once he had put his tongue on me and sucked on me like that. I leaned over and he stepped back while I slid my thong down to my knees. I turned around a bent over the washer. I said, “Okay.” With that my son pulled his erection out of his pants and came to me. I wasn’t that wet yet, just a little from him kissing me there, so he had to push his way in after a few tries. He kept spreading my butt cheeks apart to open my pussy up to him and he barely got in when I felt him start to tremble. He only pushed into me a few more times when I felt his first ejaculation in me. If felt so hot and his spray was so strong. I don’t know why other than it felt good and he felt good in me, but I started pushing back on him to make him go more and I went back and forth on him until he stopped. He just stood for a minute inside me and said, “Wow, that was great.” He was so calm now, not frantic. I know it’s not a good reason to have sex with my son, but it truly calmed him down.
Afterward, he fixed himself up and thanked me again for letting him make love to me. I use some dirty laundry to clean myself up, then put myself back together and went downstairs to make dinner. I know it sounds awkward, but after something happens, whether it was when he masturbated in my panties or now that we just had sex, but things go back to normal. We mostly talk about him planning for college, his grades and his classes. His father and sister got home and we had dinner like normal.
I know none of this is normal and I know it’s horrible to admit I enjoyed it when it happened. But I do. I don’t want to, but now I get turned on finding his loads in my used underwear. I didn’t plan to have sex last night, but once we were in the moment and he was pleading at the top of his lungs, I just couldn’t stand it. Plus he is so calm afterwards. I, meanwhile, am so confused but also turned on.
