My name is David; I'm twenty-five years old and recently moved back into my Mum's home. It has been a rough year for her, and she needed to have someone there to protect her since my father passed on.
I had first moved out when I was eighteen to start a life of my own, and doing rather well until I received my Mum's call that she was not doing so well herself. A beautiful woman at forty-five still looking as if she were thirty, which worried me immensely, Mum has never complained. Feeling like the gallant son I run home to save her, or so I would like all to believe, but truth be known if it were not for the fact she was my Mum I would have bedded her.
It started right before I left home, my father was not attentive to my mothers needs as a woman, so she took matters into her own hands. Several times I could hear her after he would leave for work, masturbating frequently, the tale tell sound of her vibrator humming through the air. Her moans were light and erotic, much like she is. I closed my eyes hearing the sound become muffled, knowing it was being buried deep inside her wet box.
As the sound increased and decreased with her exquisite moans of pleasure I knew she had to be furiously sliding the make shift cock in and out, again imagining her hips rise and fall at the thrill. Soon after she would walk out of her room and into the bathroom.
It wasn't until several weeks later when I was in the laundry room did I realize she went to the bathroom to drop her soaked silk panties down the laundry shoot. There I stood, not sure what took over me, but I picked up the silk panties and pressed them to my nose inhaling her intoxicating scent.
I felt my cock become hard with excitement, the more I sniffed the harder I became. Unzipping my pants, freeing my throbbing manhood from its confines, slowly I wrapped her panties around my shaft and began pumping. Her scent still fresh against my nose, yes the sweet scent of a mothers love. The wet silk drench in her desirable juice sent my mind crazy with lust. It didn't take long before I exploded the largest load my sack could hold.
That had been nearly seven years ago, but my longing has never waned for the sweet scent of my mother's pussy juice against silk panties, the epitome of pussy perfection. My excitement in seeing my mother was not as hot as the prospect of hearing her masturbate and sending me down her sweet loving scent. No woman has ever given me the satisfaction as the smell of my mother.
This is not the kind of thing you can share with your mates, telling them you like smelling your mother's silk undies soaked with the fresh dew of her milked core. Yet the mere thought made me touch my aching throb nestled between my thighs, a smile crossed my face knowing soon; soon I will feel that satisfaction once again.
Thursday evening after my arrival I took my mother out for dinner, she was very quiet yet I understood her feeling of loss. I hugged her close allowing our tears to flow. I had a love for my mother like no other; a son's love is immeasurable.
That evening I went to bed when my mother did, but sleep evaded me. Thoughts of her silk panties had become my undoing, my fetish, and a need that is unexplainable. Tonight I was to get an added surprise.
I heard the slight moans coming from her room, walking softly to her door in hope of hearing the final satisfying moan. I then would walk down to the laundry and wait for my sweet release. Her door was ajar, as I watch my mother sliding the thin vibrator up and down her pink silk panties. The large spot of wetness as she concentrated on her pleasure spot, how I wanted to see the engorged clit I knew lay hidden beneath the undies.
