How We Started Sleeping Together
I originally wrote this as a series of posts for an anonymous website to get some things out of my head. Some hated my posts, some loved them. For me, I feel better when I post, so I decided to switch to here where I can type as much as I want (rather than being character-limited). I didn't use names purposefully so for my posts so I kept that the same compiling them here. If I post again, I'll be sure to create some names for the characters and write more fluidly since I'm not limited to a set number of characters and certain words were "monitored". I take no credit for any similarities to any real life events.
Parts 1 -- 4 are old posts repurposed as submissions, so they aren't my best writing. Putting a bunch of posts together, I realize some of it gets tedious and repetitive. This is just how I posted it, so I'm letting it go. I don't expect many (any?) five-star reviews for these first few posts...
I'm Michele, 40, mom of two and married since college. I'm pretty attractive except for maybe not so much in the face. My kids are good looking as is my husband.
About a year ago I started noticing semen in my panties when I was doing laundry. It was on most of the pairs way more than my husband and I were doing it. Finally one time I went to get a bathing suit out of the hamper just after my son Ethan left the bathroom. I wanted to wear it and when I put it on I realized the crotch was sticky and wet and there was his load in my crotch. I'm on birth control so I honestly just let it go, though I did tell my husband Derek. He said he'd have a long talk with our son but I said let it go since he'd probably just embarrass our son and he'd grow out of it.
Fairly often I've found sticky, crusty, wet panties and bathing suits in my laundry.
This weekend my daughter Hannah came to me mortified. She had changed out of her church clothes but then we were going to dinner at my in-laws so she went to put them back on. Apparently (minor point...) she was lounging commando all afternoon so when she changed back she also put back on her panties from the morning. She showed me the inside of the black panties she was wearing...they were full of sticky white semen in the crotch. I panicked and said she shouldn't wear them and immediately clean herself with soap and water if she did. I knew instantly my son's semen may have been resting on my daughter's privates, and she's not on the pill.
I haven't told Derek yet. I haven't confronted Ethan. I told Hannah that is what some teenage boys do and she went "Ewwwww" but otherwise seemed to shrug it off (though now going to be sure to look first before dressing...). She's also aware that even though he's good looking and fairly smart, he has some emotional challenges and can be awkward to be around.
I've told my daughter to tell me if it happens again. So far it hasn't. I don't really pay attention to my laundry other than when I wash it. It still happens, but I didn't think of it as any more than a boy being overly interested in and woman or girl, not necessarily mom or sister.
I do need to rethink the bathing suits. My husband is fairly religious but has a wild side when it comes to me and my body. I think my body makes up the difference for not being that pretty. So my bikinis tend to be a little racy, though not overtly so. I hang them up between uses or sometimes grab one out of the laundry for a dip. There have been a few times they have my son's sperm in them now and I just blew it off since I'm protected. He's been there a few times when I've put them back on so he must know what I'm wearing. I look it as nothing though now I realize that was a mistake as I'm not trying to encourage him more. I don't see it as sexy but more likely cute or one of those funny things about puberty. Ethan gets hard at the drop of a hat...so it's amusing but I think also part of being a teenager I guess.
A few weeks after the incident with my daughter, I caught Ethan with my swimsuit again, this time a bikini...nothing super sexy, but still a bikini which is probably more of a turn-on than a one piece (at least it is to my husband). I purposely put on a different bikini and went out to the pool because I knew it would just be my son. I sat with him across from me and said we needed to talk. I told him I knew he was using mine and his sister's underwear to jerk off and that I think he just used my other bikini. He instantly got hard! I told him he had to stop using his sister's right now, no more of her panties and no more bathing suits. If he has to use panties, use my dirty ones in the hamper. He kept staring at my crotch. I told him to look at me and I said this is it or I tell his father all about it.
Ethan replies back "So you knew?"
I said, "Of course I knew and feel it, you sprayed sperm in my bikinis!"
Right when I said that, he started to ejaculate through his swim shorts. At first a little black wet spot, then some white sperm beaded up on his shorts.
"I can't believe you are cumming right now!" I said, "You can't be doing this."
He said "It's just so hot seeing your pussy in your swimsuit and I know my jizz has been there."
I got up and scolded him while he came. I don't know if this will change much, but at least he knows that I know and maybe he'll stick to my dirty underwear. If it gets worse we may have to take him to counseling.
Several months later, near the holidays I posted again, saying: I wrote a couple of months ago about my son's ongoing fetish with jerking off into my panties and swimsuits. It got worse. I've been very mindful of my son not tormenting his sister, but I have let him use my underwear for his habit. Not really "Let" so much as didn't say anything anymore.
First we had to go to a service for church. I had on a dress, nothing too frumpy but definitely not what you'd call trampy or overly sexy. It was fitted though, so I went with a thong. We were waiting in the lobby of the church after service and it was packed (COVID be damned, right?)... My son stood directly behind me and on a few occasions the group would compress. First time we bumped I didn't think of it, second and third same thing, thinking it was my son's hand or thumb more precisely. Then the fourth I felt my son again and realized it was his erection jabbing me in the ass cheek. Then again. Then I felt him run a thumb over what would be the waistband of my thong, and he TRACED IT...he ran his thumb along the thong until it met my ass crack.
He pressed his thumb to my crack and I looked back and said sternly through my mask "Careful!"
My husband and daughter were both talking to others with no signs of leaving soon. I walked over to Derek and said I'd start the car. Ethan and I went to the parking lot and got in the car. I immediately yelled at him for what he had done.
He responds by asking "I can see your thong line. Can I see your thong? Can I use it?"
I was shocked and asked "Here, Now? What is your problem?"
"Please Mom," he says, "I can't wait."
He begged for a few seconds urgently, I know I'm not doing it justice but can't think of how to explain how hyper and agitated he was. I know how unbelievable this is, but in the moment I was so flustered that I looked around to see no one was looking (it was dark outside) and I pulled up my dress enough to pull off my thong. I handed it to my son and watched him in the back seat as he first sniffed and licked the crotch and then jerked off in my thong.
He asked, "Are you wearing the matching bra?"
I was startled he knew the underwear I owned and said "Yes."
With that he blew his load in my thong and HANDED THEM BACK.
"Please wear them." He said. When I hesitated he shouted "WEAR THEM!"
Even more shocking that I think of it now, I put it BACK ON! I sat with his fresh sperm in my pubic hair while we sat in silence waiting to go home. I was mortified. I was also afraid both of my husband catching us and what Ethan might do if he got more upset. So I sat with sperm in my thong the rest of the way home.
I got over the church episode over the next couple of days and found fresh sperm in my used underwear the next two days. This is normal now. I wanted everything to be normal and outside this issue it was, but isn't now. It was New Year's Eve. We were watching a movie I never saw before but the family had. When midnight hit, we cheered and hugged then my husband declared he was off to bed.
Soon after, Hannah said "I've seen this movie before" and went to bed, too.
I didn't feel nervous being alone with my son, until a few minutes went by.
My son said, "Mom, I love you."
