Wide Exploring by a Lady - part 3

With that I plunged my finger in my pussy and then added another finger, simulating what his hard dick would feel like and I came. But this time I didn't stop. I kept plunging in and out, pulling on my nipple even harder, fucking myself with my fingers. I wanted my son to fuck me and, in my mind, he was doing just that. I could see him above me... his muscular chest, his blue eyes looking into mine, his arms straight so that I could look down and see his hard cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy. God, how I came.

When I couldn't cum anymore, I lay exhausted on the bed. As I came back to reality, instead of feeling guilty, I smiled. When I was packing his clothes, I slipped off and put them between a couple of shirts.

"I think Mathews is going to have some fun with these panties," I thought.

A couple days later he called as I knew he would. Apparently, it took him a couple days to unpack.

"Hi baby," I answered, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Is that always the way you answer the phone?" he laughed.

"Only when I know it is you," I laughed back at him. "So, how's it being back at school?"

He told me about it was great to be back, and we chatted for about 15 minutes, and I was convinced – since he hadn't said anything – that he must not have opened his bag.

As the conversation finally wound down, he said "Uh, mom, I don't know if you know this, but there was a pair of your panties in the clothes you packed me."

"What?!?" I said, trying to sound surprised and alarmed. "What are you talking about?"

"It's okay," he laughed. "I just didn't know if you even knew you were missing a pair."

"I guess I hadn't noticed." I breathed, my face flushing. My plan was working even though he had no idea.

"No problem," he laughed again. "I'll just hang on to them until I come home."

"Okay. Thanks," I said, maybe a little too quickly. I could feel myself blushing furiously at what I had done and didn't want him to catch on to my nervousness. "I'll talk to you soon honey."

We didn't talk again for two days. I thought about him and my panties in every spare moment I had. I knew that he had to have smelled them and tasted them. I so wish that I had the nerve to really talk to him about it. But maybe it was better this way – me knowing his secret and "innocently" helping him out.

When he called that Thursday night the conversation again was about the ordinary events of our days. As we chatted, I wondered to myself if he was holding the panties that I had left for him. Was it my imagination or was his breathing sounding somewhat ragged? Could it be that he was stroking himself with them while we chatted? I felt myself flush as we talked. Whether he was jerking off or not, the image was now in my head, and I was getting turned on.

"Is your roommate home tonight," I asked, trying to control my breathing also.

"No, he went to the library for a couple of hours to study," Mathews said. It sounded like the phone was unusually close to his mouth. I could hear him breathing and it was having an effect on me.

"Um, baby, about those panties that I accidently put in your bag," I started, hoping I didn't sound guilty when I said the word 'accidently.' "I hope you didn't show your roommate."

"Gosh mom no," he said, very sincerely. "Like I said, I just figured that it was either an accident or you were trying to give me a little present. Either way, it's none of his business."

I laughed. "Thank you, baby. It was an accident, but I'm not sure what you mean by a present. Would you think it was a present if I had done that on purpose?"

I started to unbutton my blouse and my shorts as I was asking. If he was going to jerk off while we talked, I didn't see why I shouldn't take care of myself at the same time.

"Well, you know..." Mathews stammered. "Sometimes a girl will leave a pair of her panties for a guy as kind of a trophy or to... you know."

"Masturbate with?" I couldn't believe I had just said that to my own son – but I had, even as I stepped out of my shorts.

"Gosh mom," Mathews breathed into the phone. "Um, yeah... some guys like to have a girl's underwear when they, you know, do that."

I laid down on the couch now. I was naked except for the white thong that I had on. As I looked down to see my hand glide over them, I could see my flesh tones through the sheer material.

"I see," I breathed back at him. "So... I am guessing you are one of those guys. That's why you thought they might be a present."

My hands were all over my body now. I didn't even care if Mathews could hear my ragged breathing over the phone – which I was still trying to control – but not having much success.

"Well, yeah, I guess. I do like it when a girl gives me her panties," he said. Mathews was having a hard time controlling his breathing now too.

"But what if it's your mom that leaves them for you? That doesn't bother you?" I ran my hand over my own panties and could feel how wet they were.

"Hell no, mom," Mathews answered, his mouth closer to the phone now. "In fact, even better. There is no one that I am closer to. I love looking at them and touching them and..." His voice trailed off.

"And what baby? It's okay. Tell me what you like about my – I mean a woman's panties. You're holding them right now, aren't you? Tell me what you like about them," I breathily said into the phone. God, I was hoping I wouldn't scream into the phone in the midst of an orgasm while we were talking.

"I can't mom," he pleaded. "I don't think it would be right."

"Honey, you can tell me," I said. Then, with a small laugh I said, "There is nothing you're going to tell me that I haven't probably already done... or maybe doing right now," I added in almost a whisper.

"I like smelling them. I actually love the way they smell. I can tell you were excited when you were wearing these, weren't you mom?"

"Um, yes baby, I guess that I was. Sometimes even your old mom gets images in her head that turn her on." Somehow speaking about myself to my son in the second person seemed to be less nasty. But my hands were inside my panties now rubbing my clit, my breathing increasingly choppy.

"I could tell," he said. "I could see where you had gotten them wet with your pus... er... juices."

"It's okay honey," I soothed. "I know you aren't a virgin anymore and know about a girl's pussy. It's okay if you say it." God – I was on fire. "You're masturbating right now, aren't you Mathews? I can tell from your breathing... that you're... jerking off."

Silence.

Then, in a whisper, "yes."

"I'm glad you are enjoying them baby," I whispered back.

As much as I wanted to hear him cum with my panties, I wasn't sure if I was ready for him to hear me cum yet and I reluctantly thought that I had pushed it about as far as I ever would have thought possible even hours before.

"Mommy's going to let you take care of yourself now baby," I said soothingly. "We'll talk again soon."

With that I hung up and treated myself to the most intense orgasm of my life.

"Oh, my god," I thought. "What am I doing?"

Up until that point, I had been okay with masturbating while fantasizing about my son – because it was just that – a very naughty fantasy that only I (well, and my best friend, Juli) knew about.

When Mathews called that night, I was still feeling guilty – but had resolved to address it with him and put a stop to any further inappropriate conversations between the two of us.

So when called the following week I answered, "Hi honey," trying to set a somewhat serious tone off the bat.

"Hey gorgeous," he said cheerfully. "Long time, no chat."

"Mathews, before we chat anymore, I want to talk about the other night," I said sternly. "I love you and love that you and I can talk about anything – but our conversation last Tuesday was not the kind of conversation any mother should have with her son. I just want you to know that I'm sorry that I encouraged it and it won't happen again."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. I hoped I hadn't come across as judgmental of him.

"Mathews? Baby? Are you there?" I asked, this time my tone was softer.