My son masturbated with my underwear … So I decided to give him the real treatment

As I stepped into the bathroom to start my shower, my gaze drifted toward the towel hanging neatly by the sink, the one stitched with the name “Stella.” It always made me pause for a moment. My son had given it to me as a birthday gift when I turned forty. That was two years ago, but the sentiment still warmed me every time I saw it.

Aging had its challenges, especially after a career spent in front of cameras as a model. Still, I couldn’t complain. My figure remained firm, and time had been kinder to my body than I had dared hope. Even my full breasts had resisted gravity’s pull, which I counted as a small miracle.

I stood naked before the mirror, letting my hand trace the curve of my waist and rise to rest over my chest. I watched myself carefully, silently taking stock of how I’d changed, and how I hadn’t.

With a flick, I tossed my thick dark-blonde hair over my shoulder, then let my fingers glide along my cheekbones and jaw. I no longer looked like a woman in her twenties, but I saw beauty in my reflection all the same. And for that, I was deeply thankful.

Time kept passing, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Still, I found some peace in knowing Dan was by my side. My son had always been sweet, a little quiet, and more thoughtful than most boys his age. I loved him deeply, more than I ever dared to say aloud. I had overheard the things his friends whispered about me more than once, but I never let their words bother me. At nineteen, Dan still hadn’t dated anyone. I didn’t see that as a flaw. He would take that step when he felt ready.

Before heading into the shower, I figured I might as well start a load of laundry. I opened the hamper and saw my panties sitting on top of the pile. I reached for them without thinking, but as soon as I lifted the fabric, I stopped.

They felt damp, as though someone had tried to rinse them. I brought them closer to the light and noticed faint, uneven white marks across the fabric. My breath caught in my throat.

At forty-two, I didn’t need anyone to explain what I was holding.

The realization washed over me in waves. There was something oddly flattering in it. The idea that he still found me desirable did something to me. It stirred a quiet warmth deep in my chest. Even so, a small part of me ached for him. He shouldn’t be left alone to explore these feelings without real connection. He deserved to know what it was like to be with a woman, experiencing the female flesh.

I made up my mind.

When he returned home, I would wear something more revealing. Not vulgar, just enough to test the truth of what I suspected. I needed to see it in his expression. Did he truly see me that way? Or was I just imagining it?

Either way, I had to find out.

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After a couple of hours, the front door opened. “Stella?” Dan’s voice called out, slightly uncertain, as always. “I’m home.”

Standing in my bedroom, I gave myself one last look in the mirror. The black pencil skirt hugged my hips just right. My ivory top dipped into a deep V, showing just enough cleavage to make him lower his eyes. I’d let my blonde hair down, brushed until it fell in waves past my shoulders. I’d also painted my lips red, making them look as sexy as I could. This was a look I knew turned heads on the streets, but this wasn’t for a random one-night stand. It was for my son, who I deeply loved.

I took a breath and stepped out of the bedroom. Dan had just dropped his bag by the door when I walked into the living room. He turned and froze, his mouth slowly opening.

His posture stiffened almost comically. He was tall, a little on the lanky side, with that same blonde hair he’d had since he was a kid. But he wasn’t a kid anymore, and his wide eyes told me exactly what he saw now.

“Hey,” I said casually, letting my hips sway just a little as I moved toward him. I placed my hand on his shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes. “You look tired. Long day?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he struggled to maintain eye contact. “School’s just been … yeah. You look, uhm, nice.”

“Thanks.” I smiled, pretending not to notice the flush creeping up his neck. “I was just getting ready to organize some storage stuff in the garage, but there’s a box I can’t lift on my own. Think you can give me a hand?”

“Sure,” he said quickly, almost too quickly. “Where is it?”

“In the back, near the shelves. Follow me.”

I led him through the kitchen and into the hallway that led to the garage. As I walked ahead, I casually glanced over my shoulder, and that’s when I saw it.

He was trying hard not to show it, but the growing bulge in his jeans was like a tent pole beneath a silk sheet.

Slowly, I started getting excited, hoping I wasn’t becoming too wet so he noticed too.

Inside the garage, I pointed toward a box stacked against the wall. He stepped around me to reach it. “This one?”

“Mm-hmm.” I stood just a bit too close behind him. “Careful, it’s heavier than it looks.”

He crouched to grab it. As he lifted, the hem of my skirt brushed against the back of his arm. I stepped closer, pretending to steady the box, but my hand “accidentally” slipped.

My fingers landed right on the front of his jeans. His erection pressed firm and hard beneath the denim and against my hand. Neither of us said anything for a moment. It dawned on me. He found me sexually attractive.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, pulling my hand away. But something warm and sticky leaked from my pussy.

He turned his face slightly, eyes flickering to mine. “It’s. .. okay.”

I smiled, soft and sweet, pretending to brush it off, but inside, everything was buzzing, and I was melting a little inside.

Back inside, we walked through the kitchen, neither of us saying a word. I leaned against the counter and watched him for a moment.

“There’s something we need to talk about,” I said.

He looked at me, confused. “Talk about what?”

I motioned toward the living room. “Let’s sit down.”

Without a word, he followed me and settled onto the couch. I joined him, keeping a little space between us. His knee started bouncing, just like it always did when he was anxious.

I took a steady breath and folded my hands. “While I was doing laundry earlier, I noticed something strange.”

His shoulders stiffened. His eyes shifted to mine, then briefly flicked downward toward my chest before darting away.

“I found my panties,” I continued. “They were damp. And there were white marks on them.”

His reaction was immediate. His face flushed, and he dropped his head into his hands with a groan.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean for you to see that. I didn’t think … I shouldn’t have done it.”

I reached over and rested my hand on his back. “It’s alright. Really. I’m not angry.”

He looked at me, uncertain.

“I get it,” I said. “You’re at that age where you’re constantly hot and bothered. I remember being young and feeling overwhelmed by urges I didn’t quite know what to do with. It’s normal.”

He met my gaze, and in that still moment, I couldn’t ignore what I saw. His pants shifted slightly with a firm pulse beneath the fabric, his body betraying everything he was trying to hide.

“I just … I don’t get it,” I continued. “You’re a good-looking guy. Why not find a girlfriend?”

He shrugged, still avoiding my gaze. “I don’t know. I’m kind of shy, I guess. Girls at school … they’re either taken or intimidating or just not interested.”

I nodded, considering him for a moment. “Well,” I said, reaching out and lightly placing my hand on his thigh, making him stiffen. “If it helps … I could give you some relief.”

His eyes shot to mine. “Relief?”

I smiled. “I could jerk you off with your panties if that’s what turns you on. But only under one condition.”

He stared, barely breathing. “You’re serious?”

I nodded slowly. “You’ll ask someone out tomorrow. No excuses and no backing out. Deal?”

“But you’re my mother.”

“And?” I said. “I love you and want what’s best for you. And be honest, why are you rock hard?”

“You’re … kind of hot,” he struggled to admit.

Those words warmed my heart. “If you think that then why would it matter if I jerk you off or not?”

“You’re right,” he said.

“So, do we have a deal?”

He hesitated, still in disbelief. Then, after a long, tense pause, he gave a slow nod. “We do have a deal.”

I stood up in front of him, holding his gaze. I reached for the hem of my skirt, held it up and while I peeled my panties down my hips.

They slid down my legs with ease, but I paused as I held them in my hand. They were wet, more than usual. I felt the heat between my thighs. Just seeing the way he looked at me, like I was the only woman in the world, was enough to stir something deep in me. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

When I looked up again, Dan was frozen in place, and his poor erection kept throbbing.

“Your turn,” I whispered.

He nodded slowly, hands trembling as he reached for his belt. He was so nervous, I had to help him. I leaned forward, letting him enjoy the sight of my tits as I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down.

His erection sprang free, hard, flushed, and aching. I smiled, so proud of how big and strong he’d become. He was quite girthy, and I knew it would feel amazing to have it inside me. But then I focused on him. I wasn’t doing this for me but for him. I wrapped the damp panties around his shaft, making sure my wet and musky part was around his sensitive tip. Even if I hadn’t stroked him yet, he let out a long moan.

“Tell me how you like it,” I said, my voice low and inviting, as I curled my fingers around him and began to stroke.

Dan exhaled, his whole body shivering with pleasure at the first taboo touch.

“God… like that,” he whispered. “That feels insanely good.”

I kept my pace slow at first, letting the silk of the fabric glide over him, watching every twitch of his body, every shiver of pleasure pass through his face.

His head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open. He was so sensitive, so desperate for female touch, and I wanted him to feel all of it.

“You deserve this,” I murmured, leaning in slightly. “You’ve got so much to offer, Dan. So much life ahead of you. Let this be the start of something. Let it push you forward.”

He moaned, louder now, hips bucking slightly as I kept stroking his hard penis with my freshly-worn panties. The fabric was soaked now, between him and me, it was almost too much to handle.

And then he stiffened, hands gripping the couch. “Oh, Mom … I’m coming.”

“It’s fine I’ll clean you up afterward,” I said as I kept the gentle, loving rhythm, drawing it out so he enjoyed every second.

He squirmed in pleasure as I ran my wet panties up and down his length. He threw his head back, then opened his eyes, looking directly at the valley between my breasts. And I recognized that familiar rhythm, the subtle shift in his hips, searching for that final bit of friction a man needs right before he lets go. I didn’t want to keep him there any longer. Leaning over his lap, I spat directly onto the already-soaked fabric, adding more slickness and more heat. The panties clung to his cock as I stroked him faster now, tighter, using both hands to work every inch. He thrust his hard length right up into my hands, and he was coming. He was climaxing right in front of his mom.

He jolted as if struck by orgasmic lightning, and then I felt his hot, sticky seed soaking through the fabric and trickling over my fingers. My eyes widened at his impressive load, hot, thick and pearly white, and I watched every second of it unfold with pride swelling in my chest. He let me jerk him off without making it weird. Since he’s so brave, I knew he’d have no trouble finding a girl.

I smiled, still stroking gently as he came down from it, his breath ragged and his eyes slowly opening to meet mine.

“You’re going to be okay,” I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Just remember what you’re capable of.”

“Sure,” he said, catching his breath. “Thank you, Mom.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” I said and gently kissed his forehead.

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The next afternoon, Dan burst through the front door. His grin stretched wide, and he looked like he could barely keep it in.

“Mom!”

I turned away from the kitchen sink, drying my hands.

“She said yes,” he said, holding up his phone like it was a trophy. “I’ve got a date. Friday night. She gave me her number and everything.”

I didn’t hesitate. I walked over and wrapped him in a warm, proud hug, pulling him close.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I said near his ear. “That’s wonderful. I’m so proud of you.”

I pressed against him, fully aware of the way our bodies touched, and I meant it, wanting him to feel my boobs against his chest. I felt it the instant it happened—his muscles stiffened, and something stirred between us. He was hard again, caught in that strange space between joy and nervousness.

He stepped back a little, awkward now, looking down. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

I reached up and brushed his cheek with my thumb. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s normal to be horny at your age.”

His lips curved into a shy smile, the tension in his eyes softening.

“You feeling okay?” I asked gently.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture I’d seen since he was little. “Yeah, I think so. Just… what if she wants to do more? I’ve never actually… done anything. What if I mess it up?”

I could hear the uncertainty beneath the words. This wasn’t just nervousness about a first time. It was the kind of fear that made someone hesitate. Fear of doing it wrong and fear of not being enough.

I stepped close again, resting my palms against his chest. “That’s why I’m here to teach you.”

He blinked, uncertain.

I smiled and kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger. “Come with me … dinner can wait.”

I led him down the hallway and into my bedroom. I made sure to pull the curtains together, switching lights on the lamps instead. I turned to face him by the bed.

“You’re not going into that date blind,” I whispered. “You’re going to know exactly what to do. How to touch. How to move. How to make her feel wanted.”

His breath caught as I slid my top off, letting it fall away.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, eyes already tracing every inch of my body.

I stepped closer and took his hand. “I’m sure … What about you?”

“This is incest,” he said, as if it were forbidden.

“I don’t want to do something you aren’t comfortable with,” I told him truthfully.

“But I do want this,” he said.

“Then why does it matter if it is incest … no one has to find out.”

He didn’t try to hide his bulge or his attraction for me any longer. “You’re right,” he said, smiling as if he were also melting inside. “Please, guide me through this.”

“I will,” I said, being proud of him,

Slowly, I undressed him, taking my time, guiding him through each sensation, every kiss and every touch a woman needed. Then I undressed in front of him, and his jaw dropped at my breasts. “Wow, Mom, you have the most beautiful chest I’ve ever seen.”

Those words meant the world to an aging woman like me. Again, I guided him through it, letting him know how a woman liked to be touched. He was such a good listener, gently caressing and fondling my breasts.

Then he started reaching for my nether region, and I told him to undress me. He was, not so shy and nervous any longer. He revealed my glistening slit, freshly shaved just for him.

Standing naked before him, I guided his hands over my curves, watching his eyes widen with wonder. I lowered myself onto the bed, parting my legs.

“Come here,” I whispered, beckoning him closer. “There’s something every woman loves that you need to learn.”

He knelt between my thighs, uncertain but eager.

“Use your tongue,” I said, guiding his head down. “Start slow, gentle circles. Listen to my breathing, it’ll tell you everything.”

His first incestuous lick made me shiver. I gasped, arching slightly, but at the same time, I looked down, seeing his tongue draw circles on my most intimate body part.

“That’s it,” I said, feeling his rosy tongue eagerly lapping at me. “Right there… yes…”

He was a quick study, responding to every cue my body gave him. When I moaned, he repeated the motion. When my thighs trembled, he focused his attention. Soon, I was writhing beneath his mouth, teaching him through gasps and moans.

I couldn’t hold it any longer. I wanted his hard cock more than anything. “Now come up here,” I said, pulling him toward me like a horny teenager.

He positioned himself above me, his eyes questioning. I reached between us, guiding his hardness to my entrance.

“Are you ready to lose your virginity?”

“Yes,” he said huskily.

“Slow,” I whispered. “Watch my face. You’ll know if it feels good.”

He pushed forward, entering me with a groan that sounded almost pained with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, inviting him deeper inside his mommy.

My eyes were about to roll to the back of my skull as I felt his hard length inside me. “Move,” I told him, my hands on his hips. “Find your rhythm.”

His thrusts started cautiously but grew confident as he watched my expressions of pleasure. I taught him with my body when to slow down, when to go deeper, and how to angle himself to hit the spots that made me gasp. It was the best cock I’d felt in my life. It was a sensation unlike any other, and I became so wet for him. He started fondling my breasts with his free hand, kissing my neck and biting my ear. He made me shiver with all his curious touches.

“I won’t last,” he said, as he kept plunging his hard-on inside me, again and again.

“It’s okay,” I assured him, feeling my own climax building. “Let go, Dan. I’m close too.”

His final thrusts pushed me over the edge. I arched my back and moaned, my pussy clenching around him as if I never wanted to let go of him. The sensation triggered his orgasm, and he groaned deeply, his warm, hot cum flooding my interior as he collapsed against my slick chest.

We lay there, hearts racing, bodies slick with sweat and my arms wrapped around him. I stroked his hair, feeling peaceful and content to have finally been loved again.

“That was…” he began, unable to find words.

“I know,” I whispered, kissing his sweat-covered forehead. “Now you know what to do.”

“Mom … can I do something for you?” he asked. “You’ve been so sweet and caring to me.”

I smiled, touched by his words. “You’ve already done everything for me. You’ve made me feel desired and loved again. No man has done that in years.”

He smiled back. “I want to make you feel desired and loved again and again.”

I felt my pussy moistening all over again. “You’re more than welcome.”

The end.

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