Cindy drove into her driveway and parked. She looked around at the other cars and saw that all the men were in the house now: Jim, Adam, Jeff and Johnny. All her men were eating dinner, winding down from the day, probably thinking about sex. She knew she was, only this time she thought about having sex with them.
Cindy knew that she wanted to fuck them but she was worried. What if they were disgusted? What if they left and never spoke to her again? What if they laughed at her? Would they really wanna fuck their own mother?
"Okay Cindy, get in there and act normal," she reassured herself.
"Just because some boy on the street wanted to have sex with you, doesn't mean your own children would!"
Cindy started hyperventilating as she closed the car door and walked over to the house. She turned the key into the lock. Cindy had opened this lock for the past 18 years, only the house she had always entered would never be the same.
"Hey mom!" Jeff greeted.
Cindy looked at her 20 year old son. So muscular he was, way more than her husband was when he was 20. He was smiling too and his dimples were showing. Cindy started to feel sweaty as she hugged her son. She put her keys on the table nearest to the door.
She looked inside the living room and saw Jim watching TV on the recliner.
"Jim honey, I hope you didn't eat the fried rice. I made a special rice with your name on it," Cindy suggested.
"I ate the fried rice. Don't worry about me okay, I'll survive. I never smoked, I never did drugs, so I'll survive." Jim sternly explained.
Cindy walked away furiously from her husband and went up the stairs. Jeff looked down in disappointment and went into the kitchen; he could tell his mother was upset. Cindy went into Adam's room to say hello and ask him to talk some sense into his father, since he was a paralegal, but he wasn't there. His car was still here so he must've been jogging.
She closed the door and walked down the hall. She entered her room and changed out of her clothes and put on a silky red night gown that her boys thought looked like a dress their girlfriends would wear to a prom. She left her room and was about to go down the hall, but she could hear noises coming from the bathroom. It was her youngest son Johnny. She moved over to the door and could hear splashing noises and water running. Cindy leaned in and pressed her ear against the door.
She started picturing Johnny in her mind, him entering the bathroom in a towel and taking it off to go in the shower. She could see steam everywhere and Johnny scrubbing himself all over his body. She then pictured his hand moving down and lathering soap on his cock. Cindy started to feel wet and quickly flashed back to reality.
She looked back across the hall to see if anyone had spotted her eavesdropping on her son having a shower. She heard someone leaving the kitchen and thought that they may come upstairs so she ran all the way across the hall to Johnny's room. If she went to her room someone might've come and bugged her and right now she was all hot and heavy and didn't want to be bugged. The only guy in the house that she knew wouldn't come to his room for a long time would be Johnny because he always took ages in the shower.
Cindy opened the door and turned on the light. She saw paper all over the place. She knew Johnny still hadn't cleaned up his schoolwork after graduating. A few clothes were thrown on the ground so she walked over to them to pick them up.
She folded her son's jumper and placed it in the closet. She reached for his jeans and saw that his underwear was still in them. She took the briefs out and stared at them. She thought about Johnny putting them on.
"I am holding my son's underwear...and I'm wet thinking about it. What am I doing here?!?" Cindy panicked.
"Just put the underwear away and you won't cross the line. Just put it away..."
Cindy folded them but as she did she felt a strange feeling in the middle. It felt like something sticky had been there and it dried up. Cindy opened it out and realised that her son had pre-cum in this underwear.
She reached to the grey spot and started rubbing it with her fingers.
"Ooooooh my god," Cindy whispered.
Cindy started rubbing the underwear up and down, imagining it was her son's cock. She started to shake and she felt her pulse running wild. She pulled the underwear to her nose and smelt it. When she smelt that scent she was trying to find she could feel her heart beat a mile a minute.
She stuck her tongue out and moved in to the spot. She started to lick the spot, picturing her son on his bed in front of her lying down while she licked his cock. She then remembered something, 20 years ago when Adam was 2 and when she was pregnant with Jeff, her husband said that he preferred to stand up while she sat down and blew him. That was the last time she gave him a blowjob.
Cindy sat down on the bed, as she did she could feel her underwear sticking to her. She was really wet. She started licking the underwear again. She pictured Johnny whimpering and his cock jumping as she licked his tip. She then took the underwear and wrapped it around her middle finger, with the grey spot at the top. She pushed the grey spot into her mouth, all the way to her throat. She pictured Johnny crying out as she began sucking his cock. She moved her finger up and down , simulating what she remembered a blowjob was 20 years ago. Cindy started screaming in her mouth as she could feel herself close to cumming. Suddenly the door slammed open.
Cindy's mind suddenly blacked out as she lost all control of her hands and arms. she was frozen. Her heart was racing and the underwear was still in her mouth. The boy in front of her had opened the door and had stopped dead in his tracks. He had dropped his towel in shock. His eyes were fixated on the woman in front of him, particularly on the underwear she was shoving in her mouth.
Cindy slowly looked into the boy's eyes. The two dark brown pupils were more dilated than she had ever seen them. She could see the hair on his arms and legs rising and most importantly she could sense the absolute shock in his mind.
The two just stood there for a minute, not moving an inch, Johnny with his towel on the ground and Cindy with the underwear still in her mouth. Suddenly Johnny raised his hands. Cindy looked over to his hands in terror. What was he going to do?
Johnny moved his hands to the door. He closed it then turned the lock. He then turned off the lights and kicked the towel over to the window.
Cindy jumped up and the underwear fell on the ground and started to think about what she was going to say to explain herself. What could she possibly say? That she was choking and she thought her son's underwear would clear it up? There was absolutely nothing she could do to hide what she had done, she knew Johnny knew what she wanted.
