A Mothers Dilemma Pt 01 2

If you were to ask me, I have no idea why these thoughts became so persistent. Am I a terrible mother? One could argue; however, I choose to think about it differently.

My name is Marie, and I'm your typical middle-class housewife in her mid-forties. I have an excellent job, a nice house, and a nice family.

My marriage to Jason has been excellent for the better part of 22 years. But lately, I can't help but feel a lack of...satisfaction. It's almost like something is missing.

I started thinking about my son Eric, who recently moved back into our house for the summer before returning to school in the fall. He looks a lot like his father did at 22, a handsome blonde with a muscular build standing at six foot one; he is beautiful, a definite glow-up from his awkward, dorky teenage years.

The thoughts started around the first week he was home. I was walking upstairs to grab my laundry out of my room and put it in the washer when I saw Eric rummaging through it. Being quiet so he wouldn't notice me, I ducked behind the staircase's landing and observed what he was doing.

""Hmm, these are perfect,"" Eric said as he stuffed a pair of my panties from the basket into his pocket. My jaw dropped. Eric was taking a pair of my panties and stuffing them into his pocket for what? I'm his mother!!

I quietly went downstairs and sat on the living room couch to process what happened. So many questions were going through my head, why did he want my panties? What was he going to do with them? A part of me felt disgusted, but then again, there was a part of me that felt....aroused?

I know that sounds crazy, but the truth is, I haven't been feeling exactly sexy lately. Jason, my husband, is at work all the time and barely has time for me when he is at home. Not to mention, I'm in my mid-forties and can't help but feel a little threatened by his assistant, who is in her twenties and seems like she would do anything to move up in her position.

Of course, that is mainly my insecurities at work, but now I can't help but feel a certain level of sexual starvation after being neglected by my husband for so long. But my own son? That is ridiculous and a line that should never be crossed.

Over the next couple of hours, I kept going back and forth in my head about what to do. Should I confront him? Should I ignore it? Eric had told me earlier that he was going out with some friends around 8 p.m., so I decided I would wait for him to leave, then go into his room and investigate.

It wouldn't hurt to have a peek in his room, right? And to be fair, it's my underwear he is stealing, to begin with, and panties are expensive!

"I probably won't be back until tomorrow morning. Love you, Mom!" Eric said as he walked out of the front door.

At last, this was my opportunity. Jason is on a work trip for the next couple of days, so I have the house to myself, which means I can do all of the snooping I want. A part of me felt guilty for invading my son's privacy like this, especially considering he's a full-grown adult now, but I had to remind myself that my privacy was also invaded.

His room was a little messy from the unpacking. There was an open suitcase in the corner with various articles of clothing strewn about. These two boxes haven't been opened yet, but they are filled with things he had collected at school over the past semester, and he has a backpack next to them.

If I took someone's panties, where would I hide them? Underneath his bed was nothing but more clothes, none belonging to me. Nothing in the closet either, maybe one of his dresser drawers?

I slid open his sock drawer and started rummaging my hand through it when I felt something wet and sticky. I immediately pulled my hand out to observe what I just touched. After smelling it, I realized precisely what it was, Cum, and there were my panties at the bottom of the drawer, balled up, unraveled to reveal long streaks of glistening cum; I immediately gasped and clapped my hand over my mouth.

My suspicions were true, my son had taken my dirty panties out of the basket, so he could go into his room and jerk off with them until spurts of cum covered them.

I got a sudden surge of arousal and could feel myself getting wet. This is so wrong, I thought, I'm his mother, and this should be concerning behavior. But none of that mattered at the moment; I took my cum soaked panties out of the drawer and stuffed them into my mouth.

God, his cum tasted so good. I got undressed immediately and started rubbing my clit on his bed, trying to imagine what must have been going through his head while he was getting off to my underwear.

Did he imagine me on my knees? Giving him the best head he's ever had? Or me bent over the couch while he pounded my pussy? After I came, I decided I needed to put the panties back in his drawer and push the fantasies out of my head. It was so wrong, but something about it felt so right.

I will need to confront him when he gets back in the morning. I wonder how that will go... Part Two coming soon!