0 comments/ 68117 views/ 103 favorites Peggy: Son Comes Home By: Woulditkillyou Disclaimer: This story deals with Cuckolding, Incest, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. This story starts out the way all these stories start, I guess. My husband and I have been married for over 20 years. We got married right after I found out I was pregnant. We had our good years and bad, but for the most part, we got along well. A few years after my son was born, I found out I was pregnant again. I was shocked to say the least. I wasn't able to take pills because I found out I was allergic to them, and we both hated condoms. I had gone to my doctor right after having my son, and discussed the different forms with him. He suggested I use a diaphragm. He explained the benefits and exactly how and when to use it. He fitted me for it and for a couple years it worked just fine. All through my second pregnancy I discussed with both my husband and my doctor, trying to figure out what went wrong. We weren't ready to have another child. Something must have dislodged it was the only explanation anyone could come up with. Needless to say, I was unhappy, right up until I delivered my daughter. After that day, I stopped caring why and just enjoyed having her. The first time my husband tried to have sex with me though was a totally different situation. I didn't want to go anywhere near his cock. I would settle on letting him jack off onto my stomach or stroking him off onto my chest. He enjoyed it, but it didn't do anything but light my fire and leave it burning. I would have to wait for him to go to sleep, then finger myself under my panties to get myself off. Not long after that first time, my husband came to me with a solution. He was willing to undergo the surgery and get fixed. I had mixed emotions about it. What if we decided we wanted to have another baby? What if he doesn't work the same anymore. We went to the doctor together and got all the information. There was a 50% chance that it could be reversed in the next 10 years. There had been no sign of performance issues. He assured us everything would work as normal after. We went home and discussed it for a couple days. I had to admit, my husband stepping up and doing this excited me. For some reason, after my second child, my sex drive had been turned up a notch or two. The night my husband told me he had enough information and that he should do it, I could feel the crotch of my panties getting soaked. I decided one last time with him being virile couldn't hurt. That night I put on my sexiest nightie, inserted my diaphragm and spermicide and waited for him to come to bed. That was a great night. One that I relive in my dreams every now and then. It felt so good having his cock buried deep inside my pussy. I didn't want him to stop. He made me cum more times than I remember. The last thing I told him before he came was, "Do it, fill me up! Shoot your virile cum deep inside of me." I could feel each pulse as his cock shot off deep inside of my pussy. It felt so good. I also knew it would be the last time I had a virile cock inside of me, possibly making me pregnant. That was the hottest, greatest sex I had had in my life. I often relive that night when I'm horny and my husband is asleep next to me. I can't figure out what makes that night more special than any other. I thought it had to do with my husband stepping up to the plate in such a strong way that turned me on, but I couldn't put a finger on it. After the surgery, our life went back to normal. I was no longer as frustrated as I had been before and I was no longer worried I could get pregnant, which made me relax a little more. As time went on, we settled into a normal rhythm. Vacation sex was always the best, especially when we went alone. For some reason kids put a huge damper on a couple's sex life. I wouldn't trade them for world, but when we were alone, we didn't have to worry as much, which made me more open and ready. So that brings us to about a year ago. We always went on a vacation together once a year. It didn't have to be anywhere fancy, but it was nice being able to spend time alone with just my husband. At home everyone was battling for attention, on vacation, it was just the two of us. One night while we were out to dinner, a nice couple sitting next to us struck up a conversation. We hung out with them most of the night. It was actually quite fun being with people our own age. After many dances and drinks, things started to turn weird. His wife was spending time with my husband and her husband was feeling up my leg and flirting with me. I excused myself and grabbed my husband as I headed for the restroom. He helped me as I was stumbling towards the bathroom. When I came out, we decided we needed to leave. We went back and excused ourselves for the night. I was all over my husband when we got back to the room. I kept going back in my mind to my flirting session. I could feel his hand sliding up the inside of my thigh. His eyes were a beautiful blue and he stared into them the entire time we talked. I had my husband naked and lying on the bed before I had even taken off my blouse. I hiked up my skirt and slid my panties down my legs. I leaned over onto the bed and grabbed my husband's cock in my right hand. I started stroking his cock, making him really hard. I leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock, then slid my mouth down the entire length until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I couldn't get the images of his hand up my skirt and his eyes peering into my soul. My pussy was soaking wet, but I kept attacking my husband's cock with my mouth and hand. I could hear him moaning and I could feel his hands in my hair. I felt so naughty. I hadn't done anything like this since we were dating. I forgot how much I loved feeling a cock deep down my throat and how much it turned me on knowing I was turning him on. I thought about making him cum in my mouth, but decided I didn't want that. I took my mouth off his cock, looked in his eyes and told him "I need to feel you inside me!" I slid up his body, pulled my skirt higher, then positioned his cock against my pussy lips. I slid back and forth along his cock, enjoying the feeling of how it spread my lips apart and gently bumped against my clit. After playing with his cock, I decided it was time. I reached down, grab hold of his hard cock and placed it at my entrance. My husband was pretty drunk and I heard him say, "Are you safe?" I felt my pussy gush a little, wetting his cock down even more. He hadn't had to ask me that in years. I got even more turned on as I leaned in to his ear, the tip of his cock barely inside of me, and whispered, "No." "You can get pregnant," he whispered back as he grabbed my hips and pushed me down. I could feel his bare cock sliding into me as he kept a firm grip on my hips. "No, you can't do this," I said just loud enough for him to hear as he continued to force me down the entire shaft of his hard cock. "You're the naughty wife taking a bare cock inside of you!" I heard him say. I felt his cock bottom out inside of me. I felt a tingling feeling in my toes, as it worked all the way up my body. I felt his arms pull me back up, then slide me back down. He had a really strong grip on my hips. The next time he pulled me up, I tried to resist being forced back onto his cock. He was having none of it. He tightened his grip and forced me back down. As I felt his pelvic bone meet mine, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my toes curled up, and my body started spasming. I could feel my pussy milking his cock deep inside of me. "Yes, Oh My God, Yes, I'm cumming all over you! I'm cumming on your bare cock deep inside of me." I felt his hands release me as I came down off of my euphoria. I started kissing him all over. He whispered in my ear, "did you like him forcing you to take his cock?" "Did you like him forcing me to take his bare cock?" I said as I felt my husband's cock twitch hard deep inside of me. "Oh yeah. I loved it," He said. "Do you want me to finish him off?" "Yes, I would love that." He said as I started flexing my pussy muscles down on his hard cock wedged deep inside of me. I pushed against his chest, raising my body up. I could feel his cock move with me and slide deeper into me than before. I felt his hands on my hips again as I started sliding up and down on his cock. I could see his face contort in an all too familiar way. I closed my eyes and slid up his cock until it almost slipped out. I started sliding back down his cock as Jim's face popped into my head. I tried to get it out of there as I slid up and down my husband's cock. I could hear myself moaning out loud as I started imagining I was riding someone else's cock. "I'm getting close." He said. "So am I! Don't cum yet," I said. My eyes were glued shut, my head was facing the ceiling. I slid up his cock and just before I slid down, I said, "Please don't cum inside of me." With that I let my body take over and I felt his cock slide deep inside of me. I felt his cock twitch and his hands grab my hips tight and hold me there. I ground my pussy hard into his pelvis as I felt myself going over the edge. "Yes, Oh My God, that feels fantastic. I can feel your cock twitching inside of me. I'm coming all over your cock!" "I'm cumming!" I heard him say as he held me tight. "I'm cumming deep inside of you." I was just about out of my euphoria as I heard him say this. My eyes were still closed and I pictured Jim telling me he was cumming inside of me. I came again, right then and there as I felt his cock twitch over and over deep inside of me. I slumped down on my husband's chest. I could feel his breathing slowing down as I was catching my breath as well. He rolled us over and I drifted off to sleep in his arms. I awoke the next morning with my husband spooning up behind me. I went to the bathroom and stripped off my skirt and crawled back into bed. I could feel his arm draped over me as I remembered bits and pieces of the night before. I woke some time later and felt my husband fondling me. It was like we were newlyweds again. He was hard and I could feel his cock between my legs. I arched my back and felt him slip his cock deep inside of me. I held his hand on my hips and he thrust into me, then back out. I started moaning a little and pressed my ass back against him. It didn't take long before I felt his cock expand as he thrust it deep inside of me and hold it there. I whispered, "Cum for me baby!" As I felt his cock expand then contract, shooting his cum deep inside of me. The rest of the vacation was uneventful. We never saw that couple again, and neither of us said anything about them or that night to each other, but the sex was amazing. Each time my husband would cum, I would imagine Jim's face in front of mine. I'm pretty sure my husband was imagining his wife Wendy. I didn't get upset at all, and neither did he. We were enjoying our newfound sex life. We had sex everywhere in the room, there were a couple times my husband got behind me in the pool. I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my ass. I even let him finger me on the stool underwater at the poolside bar. I'm pretty sure no one else saw it, and I almost came, but the bartender walked back over and asked us if we were alright. I brushed my husband's hand away as quickly as I could before he saw anything. I'm pretty sure I was blushing when I asked for another Margarita. I turned and kissed my husband as he walked away. "I hope he didn't see that." I said. "He did!" was his response. A few days later we were on our flight headed home. I curled up against my husband reading a book and fell asleep. We landed in no time. When we got home, everything went right back to the way it was. The kids, the house, everything sucked us right back in to our daily grind. A few months later our son graduated from high school. We had a huge party and gave him our gift. He had a roundtrip open ticket to Europe. He started college in the spring, so I figured he would want to stay there the entire time. The next day, after my husband left for work, he approached me as I was cleaning up the kitchen. I was bending over the sink rinsing off one of the platters when I felt his hand rest on my back. I jumped a little from the sudden touch. "I can't believe you guys got me this. This is amazing. I've been looking at all the places I want to go. When you get a second, can you come up to the office. I would love to show you what I have planned." "Of course, just let me finish up here. It should only take a few minutes" I felt his hand run down my back, giving me chills as he turned and walked away. I stood up and looked down. I was in just my short nightgown. I felt behind me and could feel that the hem of the nightie wasn't even covering my ass. I had totally forgotten that he would be home this morning. I hate when school lets out. I finished up quickly, then went upstairs to change. I grabbed my yoga pants and t-shirt out of the laundry. As I sat there, I noticed the panties I had been wearing were not on top of the pile of clothes. I dismissed it as I slipped into my pants, then stripped off the nightie and slipped on my shirt. I walked down the hall and into the office. "Where is he," I wondered. I walked over to his bedroom door and saw that it was slightly open. I started to open the door when I heard heavy breathing. I peeked through the crack in the door. I was shocked at what I saw. He was sitting at his computer, shirtless, wearing the thong panties I had worn with my yoga outfit the day before. He was rubbing his hard cock through the silky material. I could see the tip of his penis above the waistband. The thong didn't even contain his balls inside of them. One ball was completely out of the side of them. I quietly backed away from the door and walked back down the hall. Just as I opened my bedroom door, I heard a moan, and I think his chair slid into the desk because I heard a bang. I just walked into my room and sat down on the bed. Not 5 minutes later I heard his door open. I didn't know how I was even going to look into his eyes after seeing that. I heard him walking down the hall towards my bedroom. I pulled myself together, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw something a little strange. My panty drawer was slightly open and a couple of pairs were caught in the opening. I know I close it completely when I open it. I looked back towards the door and saw him enter the room. "Do you have a minute now, mom?" "Of course" I said with the best smile I could muster. I stood up and walked over to him. He reached out to give me hug as he said "Thank you. You guys are the best." I hugged him back, but noticed the hug lingered for a little while and he was smashed up against my breasts. I could even feel his penis pressing against my leg. It wasn't soft yet? He finally let go and lead me to the office. He had me sit down and I pulled up the screen. He had multiple windows open so I started clicking on them. Rome, Paris, Germany, London, Spain. All different locations. He had even pulled up the train schedule as well as the fair schedule. "wow, quite the trip you have planned here, son," I said. "I don't know if I will ever be able to get back, so I am trying to make the best of it." He said. "Looks like it. How long will you be gone for?" I asked. "About a month and a half. I'm thinking about leaving next week. I should be back by the end of July." He answered. "I want to get back in time to get ready for college." "Smart," I said. I started to turn around and my eyes immediately went to his crotch. I looked up at him, trying to play it off, then stood up, hugged him, told him he should stay as long as he could, then walked out. I walked into my room, closed the door and walked over to my panty drawer. I started looking through them, when I noticed a couple of them missing. I knew I hadn't worn them in a while, so I made a mental note to watch for them when I did laundry. I took the time to rearrange my drawer, putting the thongs on one side and my regular panties on the other. I pulled my sexy panties out of the drawer and put them away in the closet. As I was putting them away, one pair stood out. I looked at them for a minute, then got a terrible idea. I put the rest away where he couldn't get to them, but walked back over to the panty drawer and put them right on top of my other thong panties. I wanted to see what he would do. I then grabbed a thong and the matching bra and headed for the shower. Visions of my son kept flashing in the back of my mind as I washed my hair. I could see the soft silky white panties stretched out over his large cock and balls. I tried to stop them, but each time I closed my eyes, they would pop back into my head. I finished washing my hair, then started shaving my legs and arm pits. Once I was all done, I lathered my body, but as I washed my breasts, I felt a tingle in my pussy. I washed my stomach, then my back. As I started down my stomach more visions started running through my mind, I remembered thinking of Jim that night and the rest of the week on our vacation. I felt a jolt as my fingers brushed against my labia as I started washing myself. I washed a little more, then felt another jolt as I brushed against my clit. My pussy was aching at this point. Jim was behind me, I could feel his cock against my ass and his hands were caressing my labia and clit. I arched my back, trying to get his cock to slip between my legs as he continued to wash my pussy with abandon. I started breathing deeper, imagining his cock sliding between my legs and pressing against my opening. I feel my finger slip inside of me. I arched my back more and feel it slide even deeper. I used my other hand and brace myself against the wall. I envisioned him slamming his cock deeper inside of me when a thought pops into my head. I don't have my diaphragm in. I feel him grab my hips and pull me back into him even harder. My breathing becomes labored as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me. I pushed back one last time and started seeing stars. My knees get weak and I brace myself up in the shower. Just before I opened my eyes, in my mind I turn my head around to kiss him. I closed my eyes and he kisses me as I feel his cock spurting copious amounts of cum deep inside of me. I broke the kiss, and opened my eyes, still in dream state, and instead of Jim, I see my son standing behind me. I felt his imaginary hands holding my wide hips. I felt his imaginary cock squirting his thick cum deep inside of me. I felt my ass pressed against his imaginary rock hard abbs. My finger started playing with my clit again as I felt his imaginary cock grow rock hard again deep inside of me. I started melting into his arms as he pulls me close and tells me how wonderful it feels to be inside of me and holding me close. My fingers work my clit harder and harder until I feel my legs start to shake. I arched my back and pressed my back into my imaginary lover as I hear him say he is about to cum again. I beg him to push deep and cum inside of me as I feel myself go over the edge. As I came back to reality, I started shaking. I couldn't believe I was having these thoughts. I felt so guilty that I nearly started crying. I finished showering and dried off. I put on my short satin robe and opened the door to my bedroom. I walked over to the bed and grabbed my panties and bra. I decided I wanted to wear something a little more conservative so I switched from the thong to the matching full back panties. Peggy: Son Comes Home They were still cute. They were bunched in the back and satin all over and were a perfect match to the bra I had out. It then occurred to me that something was missing. I opened the drawer again and found that the panties I had placed on top were missing. Seriously? I just saw him not an hour ago and he already took another pair. I went to put my towel in the laundry and everything looked different. I picked up my yoga pants and shirt I had on earlier, and low and behold, the panties he was wearing earlier were in there. I didn't want to pick them up, but my hand moved on their own. I looked at the front of them and could see that there was a white residue left in them and on the outside. I could feel my pussy getting damp, even though I wanted to be upset. He was wearing my panties and cumming in them, then leaving them for me to wash. I wondered how long this had been going on for. I wanted to confront him, but decided not to. I didn't want to embarrass him. I grabbed a short, flowing sun dress and slipped it on. I then went back into the bathroom and did my makeup and hair. I slipped on my 3" wedges and headed out to the kitchen. My daughter was still in school. She had a few more days before she would be out for summer, then we were shipping her off to camp for a few weeks. She had a full schedule for summer and my son would be leaving for Europe next week. I walked by my son's room and peaked in. He was playing a game on his TV. I knocked and entered. I didn't see any signs of the panties he had stolen. "Hey, I thought we would head to the mall to get you some clothes for your trip. Why don't you shower and get ready. Don't take too long. I would like to be home before your sister gets home." "Ok mom, I'll be ready in a few," He said. I went out to the family room and waited. About 20 minutes later he walked out of the hallway and said, "Let's go." The mall wasn't too busy yet. We made our way through the stores, picking through different summer sales. Even though we were there for him, I couldn't help but buy a couple pairs of shoes. His arms were loaded carrying most of the bags, when we found ourselves in front of Victoria's Secret. I didn't want to embarrass him, but as I started walking, he trailed right behind me. I picked up a tiny little thong in green that had a matching bra, then put it back down. I then went to another section and picked up a racy cheeky brief in the same color green. "Those look nice Mom," I heard him say. I turned around, "You think so," I said as I found my size in both the bra and panties. I decided to get a couple different styles in the panties. A full back and a thong. We walked over to another section and I picked out another pair of panties. I am pretty sure I heard a gasp as I raised them up to look at them. I didn't say anything. I grabbed the different styles they had and a bra and put it all in my bag. "You should look at the nighties," I heard him say as he was staring at the mannequin with a beautiful green satin nightie that went to its mid-thing. "You think so?" I asked. "Yeah, you should surprise Dad," He said. "Hmmm, Maybe I will." I started thinking about it, but before I changed my mind, I grabbed one in green and one in red, to match the panties and bras I had picked out. "That should do nicely, don't you think?" I asked him. "Mmmm, yeah, I think so." I started walking towards the checkout counter. We had to go through the sexy part of the store. As we entered, I heard a muffled gasp. I looked over and saw a beautiful bustier with a g-string and garters dangling down. It matched the nightie I had in my bag. I was making a mental note to come back and get it, when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Dad would love to see that on you, I bet." I was going to turn around and tell him that he was being inappropriate, but I saw lust in his eyes. I could feel his eyes stripping me naked, watching as each garment was dropped to the floor. I could feel my panties getting damp, just from the way he was undressing me. I felt wanted, desired, like I was the only woman in the world at that moment. I decided right then and there that I wanted to buy it, but I didn't want him to see, so I politely asked him to wait outside and I would be out in a minute. I watched him walk away as I thought, "You are crazy, what are you thinking, He is your son. You shouldn't be doing this!" I put those thoughts out of my mind, telling myself I was buying it for my husband's eyes. I walked over to the rack, found my size, and headed to the counter. I paid for everything, watched her pack it gently into the bag, and wink at me as she handed it to me. I thanked her and walked out of the store. We walked down the hallways looking at this and that. I knew he was going crazy, but I wanted to tease him some more. We walked into Neiman Marcus and headed straight for the Women's Department. I sent him on his way as we passed the men's department, and I made my way to the dresses. I looked around for about 35 minutes before my son found me. He had a couple shits and pants with him. I asked him to show me them, so he did. He then asked me to show him what I had found. "Oh just a few things." I said as I started pulling each dress off my arm. "Have you tried them on yet?" He asked. "Nope, guess I was just daydreaming." I said. "Well, you should try them on. You can model them for me." I laughed a little. "You don't want to see your old mom in these?" "Of course I do. You are the hottest mom around." He retorted. I knew I looked better than most of them, but best, probably not. It was sweet of him to say, and it really did melt my heart hearing him gush about me. I shouldn't be thinking like this, but I couldn't help it. Something was driving me to push this as far as I could take it. I lead him over to the dressing rooms. "You should try that stuff on too, and make sure it fits." I told him. "Fine, but the men's dressing room is way over there and I'll miss seeing you in those dresses." He said. He had kind of a sad looking face. "Just come in here, no one is around. You can use the stall in the corner." I said. He followed me in and I walked him over to his door. "I'll be right over here." I said as I pointed to which room I was taking. He closed the door and I heard him take off his shirt. I walked over to my room and closed and locked the door. I dropped my dress at my feet and looked at myself in the mirror. A damp spot was clearly visible in the crotch of my panties. I had to take off my bra for the first dress, so I unhooked it. My nipples were hard as a rock. I grabbed my breasts to massage them, and I felt a jolt shoot from my abdomen to my pussy. I put all my terrible thoughts away and went and grabbed the first dress. I slid it up my legs and shimmied it past my thighs and hips. I slipped the straps over my shoulders and pressed it down, trying to take the wrinkles out of it. It was a beautiful sheer dress that hugged every curve and only came to about mid-thigh. It had a built in bra and slip, and it looked stunning. I turned to the door and opened it. I walked out and went to my son's door. "Are you dressed?" The knob turned and he walked out. He looked very dapper in some khakis and a button down shirt. I looked him up and down and made him turn around. I grabbed the waist of his pants, making sure they weren't too tight. As I pulled them away, I caught a glimpse down his pants. I could just see the waistband, and it was very lacy and pink. I let go of his pants and made him turn around. "That looks great on you." "You're turn Mom," He said after I complimented him. He had me spin around as he let out a low whistle. "You look amazing Mom. You would drive Dad crazy in that." "Thank you, but I don't drive him crazy in anything son." "That's a shame," He said under his breath. I told him I wanted to try on my next dress, so I walked away and had him close and lock the door. I stripped the dress off and hung it back up. I grabbed the next dress and pulled it off the hanger. I dropped it down and slipped it up my body. It was satin throughout with some lace trim. It was a beautiful pink though. I zipped up the back and checked myself out again. It didn't have a slip, and when I looked at my back, I could see my panty lines through the material. "I should have worn the thong," I thought. I opened the door and walked over to the other door. "It's me," I said softly. The knob turned and he opened the door. I stepped inside. He was dressed in shorts and a polo. I had never seen him wear anything like this, but it looked nice on him. I complimented him and had him turn around. Again, I grabbed the waist band, I took a harder look and could see the thong disappear into the crack of his ass. They were much looser on him. He turned around and I said they were too big, but I liked the look. By now my pussy was dripping wet. I could feel the moisture on my thighs. "You're turn, Mom." He said, almost sternly. I spun around slowly, showing him my side, then my back. I finally turned completely around. I could see a bulge appearing in his shorts. I knew this was driving him crazy. I was surprised at how much I was driving myself crazy. I asked him to unzip me before I left. It had a long zipper, to just above my ass, and I knew if he took it all the way down, he would see the tops of my panties. The zipper got stuck about halfway down. I felt him tug on it. It released and slid all the way down. I heard him gasp as he got a full view of the tops of my panties. I felt his hand release the zipper and brush against my bare skin. I felt shivers run up my spine. I turned and thanked him, then walked out of the room and to mine. I dropped the dress on the floor and looked at myself in the mirror. I was flushed from head to toe and my panties were dripping wet. I replaced the dress I had on and pulled the last one off the hanger. It was emerald green, just like the nightie, bustier, and panties I had bought. I unzipped it and stepped into it. I pulled it all the way up and slipped the straps over my shoulder. I reached behind me to zip it up, and was having problems. I held it on with my arm and turned to look at myself in the mirror. This one was very tight and very sheer. It didn't have a built in slip like the first one. I turned around and could clearly see my panties through the material. I thought about putting on the nightie I had bought, but something inside stopped me. I put on my shoes and headed out the door, still holding my dress on. "I need some help? Can you open the door?" "I'm not dressed yet mom!" "It's ok, I just need you to zip me up." "Ok," He said as he opened the door. He had rushed to pull his pants up, but I could see the lace trim sticking over his shorts. It actually looked very sexy. I turned around, still holding my dress. I felt him pull the dress towards him, and I know he was looking down at my full bottom. The panties were ruffled and had a tendency to creep up my ass crack. I felt him tugging gently until it gave way. I felt him run the zipper all the way up. I turned and thanked him by giving him a hug. I could feel him press his body up against me. That's when I noticed something. I could feel his penis against my stomach. He was rock hard. I wondered if the tip of his cock was sticking up through the panties like before. I could feel my panties get even wetter. "What is wrong with me. I'm getting off on teasing my son," I thought. I let go and turned to my door. I turned my head back and said, "finish getting dressed." I saw him trying to adjust his penis in his pants. He let go as soon as he saw my head turn, but I noticed it. I turned into my room and closed the door. I ran my hands up and down my dress, feeling the soft material caress my bare breasts and nipples. I then ran my hands down my stomach. I had butterflies welling up and I started getting really turned on. I felt the band of my panties. I quickly lifted my dress and put my fingers into the waistband. I had a fleeting thought that this was my son I was about to walk over to, but my mind wasn't making my decisions anymore. I pulled at the band and felt them give way. I pulled them down and felt as the thin material was stuck to my pussy. I felt a cool breeze as the material finally let go and the cool air passed over my hot, wet pussy. I let them fall to the floor, then I turned around and opened my door. I walked over to his door. I heard him breathing heavy. I wanted to catch him in the act. I figured he would be masturbating. I turned the knob, but it didn't open. He locked it. "Let me in, I whispered." I heard ruffling and scrambling behind the door. A few seconds later he opened it. He was still flush and I could clearly see the outline of his engorged cock in his pants. I fought back reaching out and grabbing it. I told him to turn around. I grabbed the band of his pants, but felt something else. I could feel the lacy material of the thong he was wearing. I was pretty sure I was pulling it higher up his ass as I pulled the pants out. I let go and grabbed again, pulling his pants away. I looked down and could clearly see my thong sticking out of his pants. He turned around and asked if they were alright. I told him he looked great. Very handsome in fact. He then told me to turn around. I started to protest a little, but he grabbed my hand and started spinning me around. I twirled slowly, and as I did I felt my ass brush against his other hand. I felt the butterflies in my stomach come back. It rested there as he examined my back and ass. I could feel his fingers gripping my ass very gently. I was getting all flush feeling his hand gripping my ass cheek. I wanted him to grab it harder and pull me into him, but he didn't. I felt his hand start moving me around the rest of the way. His fingers traced all the way around and was now resting on my abdomen. I felt funny, like I was going to pass out. He started to speak, but I put my finger to his lips. I leaned in, feeling the air being taken out of my lungs. I closed my eyes as I felt his warm lips touch mine. The kiss only lasted for a second before I pulled away. I turned around and motioned to him to unzip me. I felt his fingers on my back. He did it very slowly. I felt his fingers running down my spine, all the way to my ass. I felt the material being tugged away from my body. I'm sure he was looking down at my naked ass under the dress. I didn't wait to find out. I started walking away. Just as I reached the door, I paused, turned around, and leaned into the door jamb. "Be ready in 5 minutes. I think we are done for today." I stripped off the dress and hung it back up. I grabbed a wipe from my purse and freshened myself up. My panties were soaked, so I reached into the Victoria's Secret bag and grabbed the red thong I had bought. I pulled the tags off and slipped into them. I then pulled my dress up and slipped on my shoes. I grabbed the two dresses I liked and walked out the door. It took him a few minutes to get situated, but he came out on time with all three outfits. "You want them all?" I asked. "Is that alright? I thought they looked good and I can use them for my trip." "That's fine." I said. I put my arm into his and we walked over to the cashier. I paid the bill and we headed for the car. When we got home I headed into my room and put my clothes away. It was late so I headed to the kitchen. I checked in on my daughter and walked slowly by my son's room. I could hear moaning over and over again. "I hope his sister doesn't hear him. Luckily he had the door closed all the way this time, although I would love to watch him again," I thought. I could feel my panties getting wet just thinking about it. That was pretty much the extent of our flirting. My daughter finished school a couple days later, but had half days. I did come out of my room in a short nightie both those days, but my son never saw it. He slept in. I guess he deserved it. The next week my husband and I drove him to the airport. We had to say goodbye at the security checkpoint. I was crying the entire time. I hugged and kissed him on the cheek and told him to be safe. He hugged me back, then pulled away and walked away. Those few weeks flew by. Every now and then we would get an email telling us he was safe and having a great time. He sent us a pic of him with a cute girl. I got butterflies and felt a little jealous seeing him like that, but girls will be girls. My daughter went off to camp and returned, telling us all about her great time there. We listened intently. She then asked if she could visit her grandparents. The drive wasn't too bad, about 6 hours away. That weekend my husband and I drove up and spent some time with them, leaving her there. A couple weeks later, we got an email telling us his arrival date and time. I nearly jumped out of my seat. He would be home in a couple days. That night I surprised my husband with the new nightie and matching thong panties. He was beside himself. He loved the color and design. He surprised me as well. I was laying on the bed, and he was kissing me deeply. I felt his hands caressing my pussy through my satin thong. He pulled the material to the side and started playing with my clit. "Do you like him playing with your pussy through your panties?" He asked. "Mmmm, yes, it feels soo good." "Can you feel his fingers caressing your bare skin?" "Oh yeah, it feels wonderful." "You should take your panties off, give him better access." "OK." I lifted my ass off the bed and pulled them down. My eyes were still closed. "Is that better?" I felt his fingers trace up and down my lips, then spread them out and start playing with my clit. I immediately pictured my son's hand between my legs playing with my bare pussy. I felt my husband move off the bed. "Don't open your eyes." "Ok." I felt the bed move and he crawled over to me. He started kissing me. I reached between his legs and started playing with his cock through his pants. He was rock hard. I felt something touch my skin. It felt like a cock. I felt it rub up and down my pussy lips, spreading them wide open, then I felt pressure against my opening. It was a little rough, but he pulled back then pressed again. This time I opened up and felt the tip slide in. I arched my back and moaned, picturing my son's cock penetrating my pussy for the first time. He kept pushing it in and out until I felt it stop at the bottom of my pussy. I let out a loud moan and came all over it, as I played with my husband's cock while he kissed me on the lips. "Damn, that was quick?" He said. "I'm so turned on right now. Please don't stop." "I won't. Do you like it.?" "I love it. Please keep moving it inside me, I'm gonna cum again." "So is he baby. What do you want?" "I don't want him to cum yet, I want to cum first." I pleaded. "But he is getting close." My husband whispered in my ear. "He might cum baby." "Mmmm, it feels soo good. I love feeling his cock inside me. I'm so close. Just make me cum!" I said. My eyes still closed. I could feel every inch of it sliding inside of me. I pictured my son's face just inches from mine. His cock felt soo good inside of me, I didn't want him to stop. I started hoping he would cum when I did. I didn't want it to stop and I didn't want him to pull out. "Oh God, Don't stop, I'm right there." I let go of my husband's cock. I started moaning into my husband's ear. "Yes, I'm right there. Don't stop, I'm gonna cum all over it. Please don't stop. Fuck me hard. Make me cum." "He is gonna cum too. He is still deep inside of you. Do you want him to pull out?" My husband asked? Peggy: Son Comes Home "Mmmmm, I'm right there. I'm gonna cum. I want him to cum too." "Do you want him to pull out?" My husband asked in my ear. "It feels soo good. I love that bare cock inside of me!" "Do you baby?" "No, I don't. I don't want him to pull out." I whispered as I pictured my son over top of me, straining to keep from cumming. I felt my toes curl up as the words left my mouth. "Cum inside of me!" I let out just as I felt my orgasm wash over my entire body. "It feels soo good," I said as I felt my husband slammed that fake cock deep inside of me and held it there, pretending like he was holding his cock inside of me as it shot all of it's cum deep inside of my bare pussy. "He's cumming baby. You told him not to pull out. Can you feel it?" He asked. I reached over and grabbed his cock and started stroking it again. "Mmmm, oh yeah. I feel it deep inside of me." I whispered out into the air. I felt my husband pulling the cock out of my pussy. "Keep your eyes closed." He said. I felt him get off the bed. I heard him open a drawer and close it, then I felt him get back on the bed. I felt his hands on my thighs and his body sliding up the bed between my legs. I finally opened my eyes. I reached up and grabbed his neck and pulled him to me. I started kissing his lips as I felt his cock slide across my thigh and up against my pussy lips. I reached my hand down and guided it into my opening. I felt him put a little pressure against it and I felt the tip slip into me. He was rock hard. I hadn't felt him that hard in a long time. He slid the rest of his cock into me with ease. I was dripping wet. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and told him to fuck me hard. He started pistoning into me like a jackhammer. I whispered into his ear, "Does it feel good fucking my freshly filled pussy?" "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" I heard him say. "Yes, that's it, fill my pussy up. It feels so good." I grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter to me, I leaned up and into his ear, "You are pushing his cum deeper inside of me. Do you like that? His cum is going to be trapped inside of me now. All night long." I felt my husband's body jerk. I felt his cock twitch inside of me. "Cum, baby, cum inside of me, fill me up like he did just before you." I felt my husband's body go rigid as he bottomed out inside of me. I felt his cock pulse and squirt his cum deep inside of me. He raised up a little and I slid my hand down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit. I came in about two seconds as I felt my husband's cock unload inside of me. We caught our breath and he rolled off of me. I curled up behind him and fell asleep holding him in my arms. The next morning, I woke up and got dressed. I cleaned up the house then went into my son's room to check on it and make sure it was clean for when he got home. I walked in and started wiping everything down. I pulled the sheets off and put them in the laundry. When I went to put them back on, I felt something between the mattress and box spring. I pulled out a couple pairs of my panties, a bra, and one of my bustiers. I finished cleaning his room and went into mine. I got a wicked smile across my face as I thought about what he had done with these. I put the panties and the bra in the laundry and put the bustier away and walked over to my husband's drawer. I found the skin colored dildo he had used on me last night and set it on the bed. I went to the hamper and grabbed the white thong I had found in my son's room. I lifted my dress and replaced my panties with the thong. I laid down on the bed and grabbed the dildo. I started rubbing it up and down my panty covered pussy as I thought about my son jerking off into these panties. I wondered if any of his semen would still be in them. I felt the material being pushed into the folds of my pussy as I started pushing the head of the dildo into me. I imagined my son, holding my arms down, forcing himself between my legs and only my panties keeping him from entering me. I angled the tip of the cock so it would push the panties to the side and started rubbing the bare cock against my pussy. I angled it down and felt the tip hit the spot. I put a little pressure on it and felt the tip start to slide inside of me. I imagined my son's face as he felt his cock sliding inside of me for the first time. I could see me wrapping my arms around the back of his neck and pulling him into me to kiss me as I felt his cock slide deep inside of me. I slid the cock out, then back in over and over again until I felt my toes curl up and the most wonderful feeling washing over my body. I whispered into thin air, "Cum for me! Please cum!" As these words escaped my mouth, I felt my orgasm hit like a freight train. I pulled the toy out of my pussy, then fixed my panties. The crotch was all wet from being forced into my pussy. I decided to leave them on for the rest of the day and through the night. The next morning went the same way. I washed the panties from the day before and put them in my son's room, I then pulled the other pair he had had in there and put them on. I got the dildo out and pushed them into my pussy, pretending he was "forcing" me to have sex with him. I then slid them out of the way and pushed his cock deep inside of me again until we both came. This time I washed them and put them away. I didn't want to embarrass him when he came home the following day. That morning my husband left for work. I made sure the house was cleaned, then took a shower. I grabbed the green full bottom panties and bra I had bought while shopping with my son. I still hadn't worn them for my husband. I then grabbed a new matching dress that showed a little more cleavage and leg, and wasn't as fancy as the other dress I had tried on with my son, but was still very sexy. My husband picked me up around 11:30 and we headed off to the airport. "Wow, you look amazing, Is that new?" He asked when I got into the car. "Yes, I bought it while I was out shopping the other day before Suzy went off to camp again." "Well you look ravishing. I can't wait to get home tonight and take it off of you." He said. I thanked him and said he could do whatever he wanted to me tonight. I felt his hand slide way up my thigh as we drove off to the airport. He kept trying to cop a feel of my new panties as we drove. I told him he needed to concentrate on driving. We arrived at the airport a little early, so we parked and found a seat near the international arrivals area. As we sat there, I started getting butterflies in my stomach, making me almost sick with anticipation. We kept watching the monitors, and I nearly jumped when my son's flight switched from landing to arrived. I was fidgeting and I kept crossing my legs over each other. I just couldn't wait to see my son again. I looked up about 10 minutes later and saw him walking out of the security check point. I jumped up and ran over and threw my arms around him before he knew what was going on. He had only been gone six weeks, but it felt like an eternity. My husband finally pulled me off of him and gave him a hug also. I grabbed my son's and my husband's hands and we walked out to the car. My husband had to work the rest of the day, so he dropped us off at the house. He helped my son bring his bags into the house, then hugged my son and kissed me goodbye. I was nervous and scared, being left alone with him. Inside I wanted to kiss him deeply, then take him to the room and make passionate love to him, but I was too nervous to actually do it. He looked much more grown up than when he left. I couldn't tell, but was hoping he hadn't lost interest in me. As soon as my husband walked out the door, he came over and gave me a big hug. He thanked me for the trip, telling me it was life changing and that he had had the time of his life. I felt my heart sink as I heard his life had changed. I think he sensed it, because he grabbed my hand and held it tight in his. "Not like that mom, it was just an incredible experience." I grabbed him and pulled him close, feeling his body next to mine was the most fantastic feeling. I could feel that his cock was starting to get hard against my stomach, and I smiled a little. I kissed his neck gently, then pulled away to listen to him. I held his hand as he continued to tell me all about his trip. When he was done, he said he was starving. I made him a snack, then sent him on his way to unpack. I told him I would be in shortly to gather up his laundry. He did as he was told. About 20 minutes later, I walked into his room. He was at his computer talking to someone. I saw the pile of clothes on the floor, so I turned so he was behind me, bent over, and picked them up. I could feel the hem of my dress as it slid up my ass cheeks, exposing the emerald green panties he had picked for me to wear. I could see the sheets on the bed had been pulled out where he kept my lingerie. I hoped he was wearing them now. I finally stood up, and when I turned my head, I could see my son's mouth was open and he was staring right at me. I walked out the door, swaying my ass as I did. When I got to the laundry room, I pulled my dress up and ran my hand between my legs. I was soaking wet. I had never done anything like that before. I felt so naughty. I didn't see him much the rest of the day, but I heard moaning a couple times as I walked past his room. He did leave the door slightly open one time, and I caught a glimpse of him in the white thong, stroking himself. I immediately began to get wet. I had to go to my room and relieve myself right after. Later that afternoon, I was bending over the oven to pull out the roast I had made. I could feel eyes on me, so I stayed bent over a little while longer, exposing my panty covered ass to my son, pretending I didn't know he could see them. When I stood up, I turned around and faked a gasp, as though I was surprised. "When did you come in?" I asked, "Just a few seconds ago." He said. "Oh, how are you doing? We will be eating as soon as your dad gets home." "Good, I'm starving. It smells fantastic." He answered. "I was starving too, I guess," I said in my head. I loved feeling his eyes on me and I could see a growing erection in his pants. He excused himself to go take a nap. I walked by his room, and peered in through the crack. He still had on my white thong, but this time he had his entire cock out and was stroking it. It took everything I had not to go in and help him out. I went back to the kitchen and started just imagined him walking up behind me naked while I was bent over the oven, pulling my panties to the side, and sliding his monster of a cock deep inside of me. I was soaking wet, and it took everything I had not to finger myself right there, but I pulled it together and finished dinner, just as my husband walked through the door. That evening everything settled down. We all watched TV in the family room together after a two-hour discussion about the rest of my son's trip. He was beaming as he recapped everything he had seen and done. That night my husband fell asleep before we could do anything. I could barely get to sleep, I was so happy and nervous about what I was doing, but I did, and my dreams were amazing. The next morning, I woke up and got my husband some coffee and breakfast. As soon as he left, I went into my room. I stripped off my normal nightgown and peeled off my panties. I walked over to my drawer and pulled out the emerald green thong I had bought and slipped into them. I also pulled out the matching bra and put it on, adjusting my breasts to fit and lift up, showing lots of cleavage. I then walked over and pulled my green nightie out of the closet. I slipped it on and ran my hands over it, smoothing out the material. I fixed my hair, then walked over to the mirror. I spun around, looking to see how short it was. Even standing, I could just make out the bottom of my ass. Guess I was going to put on a show again. I walked out of the room and knocked on his door. "Be in the kitchen in 10 minutes for breakfast." I said. I walked into the kitchen, bending over to get a pan out of the cabinet, I knew my entire ass was on display. I spread my legs a little, hoping I was flashing a little pussy as well. I was in heat and I wanted him as turned on as I was. I raised up, hoping he would already be in the kitchen with me, but he wasn't. I started making the eggs, then went into the pantry to get the bread to make toast. I buttered the bread then turned on the oven to toast the bread. I felt almost naked as I walked around tending to breakfast for my son. The eggs were frying when I heard the oven beep, telling me it was hot. I grabbed the pan, opened the oven door, and bent over, again, exposing most of my ass. I put the bread in and closed it, standing up as I did. I turned around and almost jumped out of my skin. Tommy was standing just a few feet behind me. His jaw was open and he was just staring at me. I walked over, gave him a hug, then asked him if he needed any orange juice. He just nodded yes. I walked over to the fridge, opened it up, and bent down to grab it. This time I spread my legs open a little, hoping to give him the show of his life. I stayed like that for a little while, pretending I was looking for the orange juice. I half expected him to come up behind me, but I think he was frozen in his tracks. I grabbed the orange juice and stood up, getting him a glass. I grabbed his plate, then pulled the eggs off the stove. I opened the oven, grabbed the oven mitt, then bent over again, exposing the tiny thong and my naked white ass to him again. I'm pretty sure he could see my pouty little lips through the thin material as well. Once breakfast was done, I turned around, grabbed everything and set it on the table. He was still just standing in the middle of the kitchen. His eyes were wide and his mouth was partly open. I grabbed his hand and led him over to the table. "Eat up, we have a big day ahead of us." I said. "Uh, huh," was all he could muster. "Ok, I'm gonna go lay down for a little while and rest. I've been up all morning." I stated. I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him, hugged him close and kissed his cheek. "I'm so glad you're home safe and sound. I missed you." I whispered into his ear. "Where is Jules?" He asked. "Grandma's house. We will probably go pick her up Sunday." I answered matter-of-factly. "Oh, I didn't know. That's good. Is she having fun?" "Of course she is, they are probably spoiling her like they used to do to you." I answered softly. I still was hugging him and had my face close to his. "Alright, eat up, I don't want your food getting cold," I said as I rose up and let go of him. I walked away from him towards the hallway. Just as I turned into the hallway, I looked back. He hadn't touched his food, he just sat there with a smile on his face. His eyes were titled down towards my ass. I walked into the bedroom and let out a long gasp. I couldn't believe I had done that. I was out of my mind. I walked over to the bed and sat down. My pussy was on fire. I wanted to run over and grab the dildo and shove it deep inside of me, making me cum and quenching my desire, but I couldn't do it, not with my son in the house. I looked over and saw that the door was half open. I decided I should actually take a nap. I needed to cool myself down. I laid down in the bed and turned my back to the door. It was summer and the temperature was perfect. The ceiling fan was blowing cool air on me and it felt great. I was lying in a fetal position on the bed with my ass facing the door. I could feel the air blowing under my nightie and raising it up a little. It felt good having that cool air blow against my bare ass and pussy. I started to drift off when I heard something. It was faint, but I could hear footsteps in the carpet. It sounded like it was just outside my door. I heard the door open a little. I didn't turn to look at him, but I knew my son was inside the door to my bedroom. I knew he was staring at my ass and probably my pussy too. I started getting hot all over again. I acted like I was still asleep. I heard the footsteps coming closer to the bed. I heard him rustling around with something. He would make a terrible thief I thought, and giggled a little. I felt the bed move slightly, and lean towards my husband's side. He was crawling in bed with me? I should have said something, but fear kept me quiet. I felt his bare legs brush up against mine. I felt his pelvis press against my ass. I felt his arm drape over me and rest on my stomach. "I missed you so much," He whispered. I grabbed his hand and whispered into the air, "I missed you too. Get some rest." "Ok," He said. I pressed my back into him and felt his pelvis press into my ass slightly. "At least he left his shorts on," I thought to myself. I felt wonderful. The butterflies were gone and I just felt safe in his arms. I closed my eyes and felt myself falling into a nice deep sleep right away. I woke up a short time later. I didn't open my eyes, but I just laid there, caressing his hand that was draped over me. I felt his hand move and pull himself closer to me. I could feel him grinding his crotch into my ass, very gently at first, but a little harder every time. I felt his hand start tracing circles on my stomach, caressing my skin through the thin, silky material. They were getting wider and wider, until I felt his fingers make contact with the band of my tiny thong in the front. His fingers stopped moving completely and just rested there for a few minutes. He did press into my abdomen a little, and I felt his pelvis press into my ass a little harder. I could feel the juices flowing into my panties as I just lay there enjoying the sensations. He stopped moving completely and I heard him fall back to sleep as his breathing got deeper and deeper. Once I was sure he was asleep again, I moved my hand over his and started gently caressing it with mine. I felt him press into my ass again, this time though I thought I felt skin pressing against my ass. I started wondering if the tip of his cock was coming out of his pants. I couldn't be sure, but that is what it felt like. I felt his hand start tracing little circles, bumping into the waistband of my panties each time they dipped down. I just laid there and held my breath waiting to see what he would do next. On the next pass, I felt his finger hit the band, but this time they continued to press down into them, finally causing them to pass over the band. I let out a little gasp as I felt his fingers now tracing into uncharted territory. He ran them along the waistband then back up over and onto my abdomen. I held my breath as he started tracing back down. Again, he hit the band, but this time he passed right over it. I felt his fingers pass the band and start to rub over my pubic hair. They lingered there for a second, then came back up. I could feel his pelvis pressing harder into my ass. He was starting to hump gently into my ass. I could feel more and more of his cock pressing into my bare skin. I started wondering if he was somehow causing his shorts to slide lower each time he humper into me. I felt his finger sliding back down, passing over the band again, this time, it kept going. I could feel my nightie being dragged with his finger. It startled me, causing me to push my ass back into him. I felt his cock slide down my ass crack a little. He pressed forward with his pelvis, causing his shorts to slide even lower, exposing more of his cock. His finger started tracing around on my panties. It never came above the waistband, just stayed hovering over my small, trimmed mound. He would trace down, feeling both of my thighs pressed together, then trace back up. I could feel him making contact with my upper labia when he did. At the same time, he would grind his pelvis into my ass, causing his shorts to slide lower and lower.