"... -id you even hear me? Do you want ...?" Jenny was saying as she opened the door to her son's room, but his shout of "Mom! Close the door" stopped her cold.
The scene she was greeted with was her 18 year old son Zach standing, dick in hand, his other hand raised to block her eye line (but it wasn't working). His computer screen was a frozen image of some porn video. Thanks to it being paused she couldn't tell what exactly was happening and she might have not know for sure it was porn if the logo of the site and all of the surrounding ads not been so explicit.
"I'm...so sorry!" she muttered, but she didn't retreat. Not right away. She found herself as frozen as the couple on Zach's screen, staring at the cock her son was holding.
Damn, he's big! The thought came unbidden to Jenny's mind before she could stop it. Eww! He's your son! Quit looking, weirdo!
"So sorry!" she said again, and fled the scene.
Back downstairs she must have looked shell shocked. "Everything ok?" her husband Roy asked.
"Yeah... yeah! Totally!" She shook herself and then laughed. "I umm, interrupted a private moment."
"Oh? Oh!" Roy got it and laughed. "Poor guy! I told you that you had to start knocking and letting him do his own laundry. For all our sakes!"
They shared another laugh and neither were surprised when Zach chose to take the bus to school, avoiding them entirely by slipping out the front door with a "love you, bye."
******
"Oh no!" Amber, Jenny's best friend, said when Jenny told her. "He's probably so embarrassed. How are you? Traumatized?"
"No! I mean he's younger than I wanted him to be before he started using porn. I'd rather he be 90! But I'm not surprised. Kids these days get their sex ed online before we ever think to tell them the old birds and bees."
"But it's something you can't unsee."
Oh, girl! More than you realize! The truth was Jenny had been replaying the image of her young son holding his big cock, over and over. She didn't dare tell her friend that detail, let alone how she felt a tingle of excitement when she imagined it. It was gross, but Jenny rationalized it as her mammalian instincts fighting with her maternal ethics and briefly winning. No big deal. Purely biological.
"I don't think I'll ever forget, that's for sure," is all she said about it. "But anyway, that's what I get for not knocking. I guess I'm glad I already make him do his laundry."
"Oh, yeah," Amber said, "because of the panties."
This silenced Jenny for a moment. "Excuse me? Panties?"
Amber looked at her like it was obvious and why was Jenny making her say it out loud. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "In case he's stealing your panties?" Like, duh?
"Amber! What? What is that?"
"Oh, come on. Boys do that! I know my brothers stole mine and my mom's. They use them to...you know?" She made a whacking off gesture, complete with open hand splooge and a sound effect raspberry. Jenny broke out in giggles.
"Jesus! What? I didn't have brothers. That's a thing? I just meant I'd find his jerk off sock!"
"Oh, they don't wash the jerk off sock. They use it until it's too stiff and then throw it away."
This doubled Jenny over with laughter. "Holy shit! I'm not ready to be a teen boy mom! Not at all!"
"Here's a tip then: Double check you panties drawer."
******
Zach is not stealing my panties! I do not have to check my panties drawer!
This was Jenny's mantra for hours while she did chores around the house. And it had nearly kept her from going through her underwear until she started wondering which pair a boy his age would pick? Surely something impractical--one of her lacier thongs or complicated string get-ups. She rarely wore those so they'd likely be buried at the bottom of the drawer. She'd never miss them unless she checked.
Minutes later Jenny was sitting amid a mound of clean panties on her bed. Once uncompressed, the contents of the drawer made quite a large pile. But at the bottom she'd found all of her lacier, racier, most enticing panties undisturbed.
She wrestled with a little disappointment when she found them and inwardly chastised herself for being let down by her son not being a perv.
She made herself feel relieved. Zach was jerking off but he wasn't doing it with his mom's underwear. That was a good thing.
Jenny began stuffing her underwear back in the drawer. "Oh! I forgot I had these! They're so cute!" She stopped stuffing and started browsing. Before long she was holding pairs up and looking at herself in the mirror. She had so many she'd forgotten.
"Oh, why not?" she says aloud as she started shucking off her jeans and underwear and started trying on long-forgotten pairs.
She pulled on a pair of turquoise thongs with just the cutest strappy back! She bought them back when low rise pants were a thing and she used to love how the thin satin straps showed above her low belt line.
They still looked great! Jenny made a note to put them back into rotation.
She found another pair, thong as well, with cherry blossoms embroidered on their lace front and faux pearls along the straps that hugged her hip and ran up her crack.
These are so needlessly sexy! she thought. They weren't part of a set. Just daintily slutty panties that for some reason she'd bought.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her white t-shirt on top adding to the casual sexiness of the panties. She did the Houdini trick and slid her bra out from under her shirt, then looked again. Pinched her nipples hard, then looked yet again.
This little getup was working! It was giving "woke up sexy" meets "secretly seductive." She thought of what Roy would think of her in this, coming out of the en suite for cuddle time.
In the mirror she turned this way and that. "Oh, do you like these?" she asked no one, since she was alone. She feigned a giggle and touched her hair. "You think they're sexy? I forgot I had these on ..." She liked how she sounded, playing the innocent, naive tease. "What do you mean they're pretty little? They cover everything!"
She was turning herself on now! She forgot sometimes that she was a hot woman -- still petite and tight, even into her 40s. She turned heads when she wasn't made up and dressed to impress, but that paradoxically didn't make her feel attractive. It just convinced her men would look at anything.
But seeing herself and hearing herself now, she felt really hot!
"Oh, what's that? You want to see the back? Don't laugh. They don't cover much..." She turned her back to the mirror to check out her round ass swallowing the string of pearls...
And caught sight of Zach. The was staring at her from the hall.
****
Roy couldn't stop laughing. "He was just ... just standing there ... and you were ..." He lost it again, peals of laughter doubling him over.
"Stop!" She couldn't stop herself from laughing, though. How could she expect him to?
It was her turn to be embarrassed. But in the grand scheme of things, her son seeing her in her underwear wasn't a huge deal. She had left out the part of talking to herself and rehearsing her seductive persona.
"What made you start trying on panties anyway?" he asked.
So she told him what Amber had said and he laughed some more. "You were looking in the wrong place anyway," he said, wiping tears. "He wouldn't take them out of your drawer. He'd swipe them from your hamper."
******
The next day, Jenny just happened to have a partial load of laundry to run and had the bright idea to check if Zach had anything he needed washed. Just good mom stuff.
Taking her basket into his room, she realized that he was using the typical, teen boy "clean pile/dirty pile" method. A quick look clued her into which pile was which and she started gathering up the dirty pile. Piece by piece.
Nothing.
Not that she expected to find her panties in his room! She definitely had not been hoping to!
Come on, Jennifer! What are you thinking? You don't want to be part of your son's masturbation routine, dummy!
She was just about to leave his room with her basket when she saw a familiar shade of purple stuffed under Zach's bed. She pulled the exposed fabric and out slithered her purple-with-black-polka dots satin thong. And it was more than a little stiff.
Tuesday -- I wore these on Tuesday. He must have stole them off the top of her hamper and stashed them. She wouldn't have missed them yet.
She held up the abused little garment. It had definitely been used rough. And put away wet, from the looks of the stains.
She felt gross, holding them. They had her son's teenage wank all over them. So why didn't she just wash them? She eyed the basket. She was going to run a load anyway ...
She left the basket and took them to her room. She got in her closet and looked for the shoebox with her toys. When she opened it, the big blue dildo Roy had bought her seemed to jump out at her. She hadn't liked the thing -- too big, too cold. Nothing like the real thing.