Miranda Paxton sighed as she set the laundry basket down. Tuesday was her usually laundry day. Of course Wednesday was clean the house and Friday was grocery shopping. Could you get any more normal, she wistfully thought.
It wasn't that life had been bad for Miranda. At forty-eight years old she had a good home, two beautiful children, and a good husband of over twenty years. OK, so he wasn't Don Juan in the bedroom, but he could be worse.
It was just that life had become so damn normal she thought. She avoided the word boring, but knew deep inside it was really what she thought. Married at twenty-four, she had given up the work world when their daughter Michelle was born at twenty-six. Two years later, Ryan her son brightened her life.
Now at twenty-two Michelle had just graduated from college and was entering her fathers' accounting firm. Miranda knew Michelle was a daddy's girl; she always had and always would be.
At twenty-two Ryan was half way through his degree in mechanical engineering. Still living at home Ryan saved every cent he could while attending local university. Michelle was already out on her own, sharing an apartment with her boyfriend.
As Miranda sorted through the clothes, tossing the whites from her own basket into the washing machine, discarding the darker on the floor, she mused about Ryan. He was a good looking young man, and the girls seemed interested in him, but Ryan never seemed to have a steady girl. In fact, his mother couldn't remember the last date her son had even gone out on.
Sorting through the basket from Ryan's room, she wondered if she should have her husband Kyle bring the subject up with their son; just as she pulled the small white lace cloth free from the pile.
Miranda stood beside the washing machine and stared at a pair of lace white panties in her hand. She sighed softly. This wasn't the first time finding a pair of her panties in Ryan's laundry basket.
She held the cloth in her hand, feeling the dried crust against her fingers. She shuddered at the thought her son was using her as his fantasies while he masturbated.
When she had found her panties the first time, she had almost confronted Ryan about it. Miranda instead had gone onto the internet, and after reading, realized it was actually a common theme for a young man to fantasize about his mother, and many used their mothers under garments during their masturbation session.
So, Miranda had said nothing. Instead, watching her son; seeing how he managed to obtain his little prizes. The discovery was actually by accident when it happened. One morning, she had been preparing breakfast, and mounting the stairs to tell Ryan to come to the kitchen, she had stopped at the top landing. She watched as Ryan exited the master bedroom, his hand clutching a pair of panties.
Not ones from her dresser, these were the pale pink ones she had been wearing the day before, and had cast into her own laundry. Returning to the kitchen, Miranda had waited until her husband had left for the office, and her son for class. Then, heading to his room, she had found the panties inside his laundry basket. Pulling them free, her fingers encountered the still warm and sticky fluids clinging to the cloth.
Not only was Ryan using her panties, but her old ones. The scent of her was still on them. It wasn't just the panties, she had realized that morning. He wanted her scent on them.
Without a second thought, Miranda dropped the lid on the washing machine, and hit the start knob. Just as the machine stirred to life, she leaned forward, pressing her pelvis against the cool corner.
This wasn't the first time Miranda had reacted this way to her son's activity. The first few times, she had felt such shame. Then, slowly her mind had accepted what her body knew. It had been a long time since a man had shown this kind of appreciation for the mature body she now had. A very long time since a man had looked at her with the kind of hunger she had seen in Ryan's eyes.
Seeing the tent in his shorts when she wore her bikini, and knowing he peeked when she took her shower. Then, the copious amount he poured into her panties when he fantasized about her. It thrilled her to know she could excite a man this way still.
Leaning in, Miranda ground her pelvis into the metal corner. The hum of the washing machine sending sent a thrum that shot straight to her already wet pussy.
"Ohhhh God" she moaned.
Instinctively she brought the crusted cloth to her nose, where while her son had smelled her scent. Now, she inhaled the musky odor of his dried seed. The smell sent a shudder through her body.
A gush of fluids soaked into her own panties as she rotated her pelvis. Her body was rapidly climbing the mountain of pleasure towards its peak.
"Fuck me" the inflamed mother groaned. "Fuck your momma good." She gasped.
As her tongue slid out to swipe across the cloth, the taste of her son's cum coated her mouth, sending her body over the edge.
"Ryannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" Miranda screamed out into the empty laundry room. Her body convulsing as her eyes rolled back.
Sucking violently on the cloth, she felt her own cream flood her crotch, soaking into the tight jeans she wore. She knew the stain it would leave, and didn't care.
As her body trembled its way slowly back down, there was no shame in the pleasure she now felt. No, this time there was a swirl of thoughts. That he appreciated her this much, she needed to reward him. Something he would appreciate even more, she thought.
As Ryan Paxton entered the house, he tossed his backpack into the corner by the door. Heading for the kitchen, he figured he could grab a snack then get his study time in. Maybe, if his mom was busy, get a little "extra" time in.
Ryan knew his attraction to his mother wasn't what one would call normal or healthy, but he couldn't stop. He had dated girls closer to his own age, only to find quickly he had very little in common with their prattle and giggles.
He had always had a love of mature women in porn, but it hadn't focused on his mother until a few months ago. It was when he had helped her do the laundry, and found a skimpy pair of her lace panties. With one whiff of her scent, he knew he was hooked.
When he had slipped them into his jeans, and later used them during his usual evening jerk off session, he was shocked at the images that flowed through his mind. He was even more surprised at the intensity of his own orgasm.
Images of his mother on her knees sucking his cock or bent over the back of the couch taking his dick balls deep had inflamed his imagination. All the while the pungent odor of her panties filled his nostrils. His orgasm had been the hardest he had ever experienced; nearly causing him to black out it was so strong.
The guilt after had also been terrible. This was his mother he was fantasizing about. The woman who bore him, raised him, and cared for him. It was also a woman who had fantastic 36D tits and a hot curvy tight ass a guy would drool over staring at.
Over the next month or so, Ryan had taken to watching his mother more closely, especially when she did her video workouts. The tight spandex slacks she wore were like a second skin over her firm ass cheeks. The tight sports bra only barely contained her breasts, while her nipples tried to poke holes through the cloth.
Unknown to Miranda, he son had taken a few quick snap shots of her; working out and when she would lie out in her bikini trying to improve her tan. Photos the twenty year old would use to fuel his imagination with every session.
Ryan had always considered his mother the essential suburban housewife. The reality she was a woman came as a shock. Now, standing rooted in the kitchen, before his eyes was a true woman.
Miranda had decided to give her son a reward, she liked how he appreciated her body, it made her feel desired again. Today, she would let him see just a hint of what he only imagined. She was also curious how he would react.
Ryan could only stand and stare at his mother. Instead of her usual afternoon slacks and blouse, she was dressed in her tight spandex work pants; her ass curving slowly down to what Ryan was certain was a camel toe in the front. Instead of her blouse or even workout bra, she had a sports bra on he had never seen, and he swore it was at least one size to small. Her tits looked like they would burst free from the fabric with so much cleavage showing.
Miranda saw her son standing at the kitchen entry, staring, his mouth almost hanging open. She smiled softly to herself, so he did like her body.
"Hey sweetie" Miranda chirped to her son.
"Uhhhh, hi mom" was all Ryan could manage. "You been working out?" he asked
"No" Miranda chuckled. "I just like how they feel." She slid a hand slowly down her hip and then over the curve of one ass cheek, watching her son's eyes following her movement.
"You're not objecting are you" his mother asked. She turned to face Ryan, watching his eyes lock onto her straining nipples encased in the tight halter.
"Fuck no" Ryan gasped out. "Uhhh, I mean no; sorry mom." He quickly apologized for his outburst.
Miranda slowly walked the few steps towards her son, his eyes moving with each sway of her breasts. She was startled to see the intensity of lust that covered Ryan's face. He really was hot for her body, she shuddered at the thought.
"Its OK sweetie" she told her son. "You are a man now, you can use that language" she said. She reached out and traced her finger over his shirt covering his chest.
"Besides" she said softly. "In the right circumstance, that word can be...fun." She smiled
Ryan barely suppressed the groan as he heard his mothers' words. He didn't know what had gotten into her, but the rock hard cock growing in his jeans was definitely not opposed. He saw her glance down, and knew she had seen his growing erection.
Oh God, Ryan thought. She sees my hard cock; I have to get out of here.
"Uhhh yeah" he stumbled out. "I have to go...my room..." he tried to add.
"I know baby" Miranda interrupted him, her palm lying against his chest, his nipple resting under her touch. "Go on, you better take care of it" she smiled.
Ryan almost screamed at his mothers' words. Without a sound he stumbled out of the kitchen and raced to his room. Quickly removing his jeans and boxers, Ryan stretched out on his bed, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock.
"Oh fuck yeahhhh" he groaned as his fist began to pump up and down. His mind filled with the image of his mother just moments ago in the kitchen.
