Rhonda struggled with the thoughts swirling in her head. It had been three weeks since she had come home unexpectedly and caught her 18 year old son Tony masturbating whilst sniffing her soiled underwear. It had shocked her, but surprisingly had made her extremely aroused. She had confronted him, and wantonly showed him her pussy, pressing his face into her wet sex and then wanking him off. She had then masturbated while he watched her, and encouraged him to cum again, this time on her exposed breasts.
It was a totally out of character, a performance she wouldn't ever contemplate with her husband Brian, Tony's father.
The episode had had an overwhelming effect on her. The sight of him wanking his cock in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom had been continually playing over and over in her mind. It had regularly made her panties wet as she recalled watching his young cock spurt high and strong when she had pulled him.
It had had its consequences. There had hardly between any communication between Rhonda and Tony in the intervening weeks, polite responses when required and a noticeable avoidance of eye contact. Rhonda knew she had to speak to Tony, to clear the air. This weekend was a perfect opportunity with Brian away on a golfing holiday.
Tony came into the kitchen for breakfast that morning, sleepy and disheveled. In his sleepy state he gathered a bowl and cereal from the cupboard and sat at the table to eat breakfast. She knew this was the best opportunity she had to take to discuss it with him. She moved over to where he was sitting and placed her hand on his shoulder.
She spoke softly. "Tony, about what happened the other week, when I came home early" Tony froze. He stopped eating, feeling the hairs on his neck stand up. He stomach felt decidedly uncomfortable. Rhonda continued. "I'm sorry Tony, it shouldn't have happened. I want you to know that you did nothing wrong, it wasn't your fault, it was mine. It was naughty to be doing that in my bedroom, but all boys your age masturbate. I'm not angry with you for doing that. You must know that you are not to blame for what happened next; it was me who was in the wrong. I'm very sorry I put you through that, Tony. I promise you, it won't happen again."
This is not what Tony wanted to hear. Since that fateful day, he had thought of nothing else. He had been wanking even more frequently than he did before, recalling the taste and smell of his mother's delicious cunt. He remembered how her warm hand wrapped around his cock, pumping out his cum. He had stolen her fabulous blue panties from that day and had been regularly sniffing them, savoring the scent of her pussy. He wanked whenever he had the opportunity, fantasizing about putting his dick inside his mother's pussy.
His head slowly turned to look up at her, his large brown eyes looking awfully sad. "OK, I understand', he said quietly. He looked like a helpless puppy dog. She wanted to hug him, but thought it inappropriate considering the way he was looking at her. There was a tingling sensation between her legs. These were not the feelings she was expecting to feel. She felt confused. To try and clear her head, she headed to the gym at the Tennis Club to have a solid workout. Rather than clear her mind of sexual desires, it reinforced them. She found herself looking at all the fit men as they strutted around the gym.
One man in particular caught her eye. He had finished a weights session and was headed for the mixed sauna. Rhonda quickly decided she would follow and have a closer look at his bulging pec's and 6-pack abdomen.
He sat in the sauna with a towel from the waist down, his upper body and legs shaved, his taught muscles on display. He was polite and said hello, but didn't engage her in any conversation. His presence was having a very erotic effect on Rhonda. She found it quite erotic to be in the sauna this well built young man, sweat now dripping from his body and shining faintly in the in dull yellow gleam of the sauna light.
She could feel herself becoming aroused, and just knew the lips of her pussy were expanding, protruding through the thick thatch of dark fur that covered her cunt. She had a compelling urge to drop the towel that she was wrapped in and pull aside her bathing costume to expose her wet swollen cunt to him. She wanted him to show her his cock. She knew had to leave before she lost control.
Rhonda headed for the locker room, quickly showered, and began to dress. She picked up her panties to put them on, but then stopped and looked at them. Again she remembered the surprised look on Tony's face when she caught him wanking with her underwear. She quickly shoved the panties into her gym bag and put her skirt on, knowing she would touch herself in the car on the way home.
Having removed her shoes Rhonda quietly walked up the hallway to her bedroom. She had thought that she might catch him in her bedroom like last time, but he wasn't there. She moved to Tony's room and quietly entered. Tony was at his computer with his back to the door.
"Hello, Tony"
When he heard her enter, he jumped with a start, and quickly made keystrokes on the keyboard. The computer screen flashed to a different page, and then his arms started fumbling with his pants.
"Tony, what are you up to?" She asked rather briskly.
"Have you been playing with yourself? Have you been looking at naughty things on the internet?" she questioned.
Silence.
"Well, have you?" she asked him, more forcefully this time
His face was bright red; all he could do was nod. She had caught him surfing porn and wanking, there was no point trying to deny it.
She walked over to where he was seated at his desk. She looked down at his pants. The crotch of his pants was bulging unmistakably with his hard cock. He had only just managed to hide his cock back in pants when she had walked in on him.
Rhonda was in a highly aroused state after the episode in the Sauna at the Tennis Club. She had driven home fingering her cunt and rubbing her clitoris. She held her finger under his nose. Immediately his nostrils flared. He swooned as the unmistakable odour of her wet cunt overtook him.
"What does that smell like, Tony? Is that the smell on my panties, the ones you sniff while you play with yourself? You play with your dicky all the time, don't you Tony? And you shoot off into my panties too, don't you?
Her voice was calm and soothing, speaking to a naughty child.
"It's OK darling, Mummy's not angry at you because you play with yourself. All boys your age need to do it. But you are a very rude boy for smelling mummy's dirty panties, very, very rude. And shooting off into my panties as well, that's extremely naughty. Yes, you are a very bad little boy. "
She moved over to the bed.
"Come and stand over here, you naughty boy," she ordered.
