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-Ed.

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Warning: This story contains graphic language, incest and under-
age sex.  If any of these topics offend you, delete this NOW.  If
they don't offend you, gee, you're as perverted as I am <grin>.
Enjoy!
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Kevin's Story
Chapter 1


It was nearing 6:30 when Kevin Nielsen heard the Jeep Wagoneer pull
into the garage adjoining the kitchen.  Moments later, the door
between the two opened, and Heather, his mom, lurched through with
a bag of groceries in each arm.  

Kevin jumped down off the high stool he'd been on saying "Here, Mom,
let me help with that."  He grabbed one of the bags, then leaned in
dutifully for her kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks, sport," Heather said.  "Mmmm, smells good.  What's
cooking?"

"Ragu, again," he said wrinkling his forehead in a frown.  "I wish
you'd teach me more stuff to make so I could have a bigger rep-
repa- repatore."

"Repertoire," she corrected, as she began putting the groceries
away, "nice try though.  Listen, Kev, I don't mind simple stuff. 
I'm thrilled that you take it upon yourself to make anything. 
Honestly, you don't have to, I can still cook, you know."

"I know," the youth said, "and some nights, like when I have
practice, I have to let you.  But you work so hard, double shifts
sometimes, that I just want to help."

"You help more than is healthy for a 14-year-old," she said, "you
should be out to all hours with your friends, making me mad, instead
of hanging out with your old Mom."

"Oh, Mom, 34's not old.  Just well-seasoned."

"I'll 'well-season' you, you little squirt," she laughed aiming a
playful smack at his head.  Then she let her hand linger on his
tousled brown hair, his father's hair.  Jack had been gone six years
now this coming January.  It wasn't fair to the kid to have to grow
up like this.  It had been extremely tough on both of them to lose
him so suddenly - another victim of a drunk driver.  To the world
he was just an old statistic now, but Heather and Kevin still felt
the void.  She smothered Kevin in a hug.

"Hey, I've got to stir this sauce," he called out, muffled in her
bosom.

"Okay," she said absently, then left to clean up for supper.

Kevin watched as his mother left the kitchen.  Her nurse's uniform 
was still crisp and white as when she left that morning.  He loved
her uniform, the white shoes, the white hose climbing those great
legs up to that nice looking... Kevin shook his head abruptly.  He
couldn't believe he was sitting here analyzing his Mom's body the
same way he and his friends analyzed their teachers and the girls. 
And yet, didn't most of his discomfort at being hugged stem from
being smothered between two large breasts?  They certainly were
bigger than any other... he shook his head again.  "Concentrate on
dinner," he told himself.

Upstairs, Heather was changing out of her work clothes into the
sweats she usually wore around the house.  As always, she stood in
front of the full length mirror as she stripped.  She was in no way
narcissistic, but derived pleasure from the clothes on her body
rather than her body itself.

To all outward appearances, she looked like an everyday nurse,
except for a few details.  Like the high heels she wore to work,
despite the fact that all other nurses in her unit had long since
switched to the more comfortable sneakers.  Or the old navy blue
cardigan which had been Jack's.  But these were minor compared to
what was underneath.

The cardigan lay on the bed, the dress in a pool about her feet, and
Heather gazed into the mirror at what remained.  The high heels did
give way to the hose Kevin had admired, but they were not the panty
hose anyone would expect, but real stockings, climbing from her
tapered ankles to the middle of her creamy white thighs, held in
place by a lacy white garter belt.  Her panties were all of lace as
well, save for the crotch, and Heather could clearly see the dark
black of her pubic hair through the lace.  Above her waist, the silk
chemise hung from thin shoulder straps, caressing her chest and 
stomach.  Sensuously she lifted this over her head to reveal the bra
beneath.  Although this too was lacy, it was nowhere near as
attractive as the other pieces.  This is because most sexy bras were
made to fit women with figures slightly less endowed than Heather's
40-28-38.  Her sexiest bras were half-cups, which just would not do
for daily work wear. 

Heather's fascination for sexy undergarments grew out of her teen-
age desire to appear more feminine.  It had been this penchant
toward femininity which had attracted Jack to her in an age when
most women were trying to out-man the men.  He had introduced her
to the world of sexy negligees, naughty and nice underthings,
peignoirs, camisoles, teddies, body stockings, garter belts and
everything.  It was the only thing about their sexual relationship
which had been more than pedestrian.  She would model sexy things
for him, they would flirt and tease each other, but it always ended
the same, Jack on top, grunting, rolling over, snuggling a bit, then
falling asleep.  

It was not as bad as it sounded, he was a wonderful man, but his
sexual imagination began and ended at lingerie.  In the time since
his death, Heather had tried to have relationships with other men,
who also appreciated her taste in underwear.  But of the few she
took to bed, none was ever interested in more than his own pleasure. 
She stopped dating, and began to believe that all the wonderful
things she'd heard about sex were mere myth.

Now, she sought her own relief whenever she felt the urge.  In
addition to her wonderful underthings, she had a vibrator which
she'd ordered from a catalog.  It was plain, utilitarian, but it got
the job done for her, which no man ever had.  The only extravagance
she allowed herself was periodic trips to Victoria's Secret. 
"Secret, indeed," she mused, for now that Jack was gone, no one but
she knew of her taste in clothes.  Not even Kevin knew, for she hand
washed everything in her bathroom when he wasn't home, though she
often wondered exactly why she hid this from him.

But dinner was waiting, and unconsciously imitating her son, she
shook her head to clear her thoughts, changed into some plain
underwear and her sweats, and headed downstairs.


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Kevin's Story
Chapter 2


The next day was a school holiday, so Kevin slept in as Heather left
the house for work.  Later he woke up, got some breakfast, did the
dishes and sat down in the living room.  He felt lazy to not be
doing anything, and tried to think of a chore to do that would
really please his Mom.  He decided to try doing laundry, it didn't
look too hard.

He ran upstairs to grab the hamper from the bathroom, brought it
down to the basement, shook it out and began separating colors.  He
noticed, however, that the uniform his Mom had on yesterday was not
among the dirty clothes.  Knowing she'd never wear the same clothes
two days in a row, Kevin ran back up to her bedroom, figuring she'd
left it there.

He found it in a heap on the floor, along with several other things. 
With a jolt, Kevin realized that they were underthings, the likes
of which he'd never seen before.  In amazement, he discovered the
garter belt.  The chemise he ignored, but when he came to her bra
and panties, he began to feel a not uncomfortable tightening in his
groin as his penis began expanding against the front of his pajamas. 
Unsnapping the pants, he let it pop free as he handled the silky
sexy underwear.  His eyes bugged out in amazement at the size of the
bra, which a small tag advertised to be 40-DD.  He had always known
they were big, but...wow!  The panties were barely a wisp in his
hand.  Tentatively, not knowing what drove him, Kevin brushed the
fabric of the panties against his prick.  The silky smooth fabric
felt electrically cool against his hot cock.  The pattern of the
lace ground erotically against his prick-head and his whole member
jerked and throbbed with excitement.  He wrapped the crotch around
his rod and began slowly stroking himself, meanwhile holding and
staring at the bra.  His imagination began to run away with him. 
He imagined what his mom looked like nude, her long dark hair fanned
out around her head, her green eyes smoldering, her large breasts
hanging off her chest.  He recalled the feeling of those breasts on
his face, and his young cock suddenly dumped its seed into the
crotch of his mom's panties.  

Startled, Kevin dropped the bra and panties, then hurriedly mixed
the clothes back up in what he hoped was an approximation of how
he'd found them.  Jumping up, he pulled up his pajamas and fled the
room.  Back downstairs, he mechanically sorted and washed the
clothes, with confused thoughts running through his head all the
while.  He loved his mom, but not that way.  Or did he?  He liked
the feel of her, the smell of her, and he especially liked the idea
of her in (and out of) those sexy clothes.  He hoped she wouldn't
notice the dried spunk on her clothes but would just wash them out. 
Thoroughly confused, he finished the laundry, then went out to
soccer practice, where he could forget about all that stuff.

Later that afternoon, Heather arrived home to an empty house.  The
markerboard on the fridge said "Soc. Prac. Luv U -K" in Kevin's
familiar scrawl.  She smiled over that, then headed up the stairs. 
Whenever Kevin was away, she could really dress up in her favorite
things, then relax with her vibrator.  She decided a nice bath would
be in order to start.  But once she was undressing in the main
bathroom, she noticed the hamper was missing.  Perplexed, she headed
downstairs to find it empty next to the wash machine with all the
clean clothes neatly stacked on the washer and drier.  "What a great
kid," she thought as a surge of love and pride filled her eyes with
tears.  It wasn't fair, no 14-year-old should be that responsible. 
He should be enjoying his youth more.  And yet here he was taking
on more responsibility on his day off.  She wished she could do
something for him.

Back upstairs, she decided against the bath.  The done laundry
reminded her about the stuff she had to hand wash in the basket in
her closet. Returning to her bedroom, she gathered up the clothes
she'd thoughtlessly left on the floor yesterday, piled them on the
vanity in her smaller private bathroom, then ran a sink full of
warmish water.

As she picked up the panties, however, she noticed the peculiar,
scaly stain in the crotch.   She wasn't extremely experienced, but
she did recognize dried cum-stains when she saw them.  At first she
was taken aback, then she was angry, finally she was slightly
amused.  "That kid," she thought, "It's nice to know that he's a
normal teen in some respect.  Sometimes I forget he's just entering
puberty and not a grown-up.  I'll have to have a talk with him,
though."  

Quickly, she finished washing her things, then hung them from the
rod of her small shower.  She returned to her bedroom and stripped,
then slipped into her outfit du jour: black fishnet stockings, a red
garter belt,  red panties with side ribbon ties, and a red half-cut
push-up bra.  Over this she wore long silk dressing gown.  Next she
darkened the room, drawing the curtains and turning out the lights,
save for a small lamp on her night table.  For a while she lounged
in the armchair with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the feeling of
the clothes on her body, especially that of the silk over her
nipples.  After a bit, she stood, and headed over to the full length
mirror.  She teasingly dipped her gown, showing first one, then the
other shoulder.  Sashaying back and forth, she continued to tease
her reflection, alternately dropping each shoulder to display more
and more flesh.  Once again, she was delighting not in the view of
her own body, but of the lingerie.

Finally, she dropped the robe altogether, and began running her
hands over her body.  From her thighs, the tops of the stockings,
under the straps of the garter belt, up over her waist, under her
breasts, over her nipples, up to her shoulders her hands traced
their path, then back down.  This caressing became more insistent,
then one hand stayed at her crotch, as the other moved to her
breast, and the caresses became localized.  In a near daze, she
untied the bows at her hips and luxuriously drew the panties from
between her legs, making sure every possible inch of silk ran over
the inflamed lips of her pussy.  As the last bit of silk flicked off
her clit, she shivered and knew she was ready for the vibrator. 
Silently she cursed herself, as usual, in her hurry to view herself,
she had neglected to move the armchair in front of the mirror. 
Quickly she did this, then grabbed the vibrator and settled into
position.

Heather began with the toy the same way she had with her hands,
rubbing it all over her body at the lowest setting.  Again she
localized her ministrations, first on her breasts.  The tingling
sensation flooded out from her nipples, spreading warmth throughout
her body.  She moved the vibrations up two notches, then lay the
machine between her breasts and squeezed them together.  The bra got
in the way, so with an expert flick of the wrist behind her back,
she sprang the clasps, then pulled the cups away in front.  Her
pendulous breasts barely sagged at all with the removal of the
support.  She pushed them together around the buzzing instrument. 
The insistent vibrations set off waves of ecstacy in her pussy.  She
felt herself getting more and more excited, so she throttled the
vibrator back a notch and began running it between her pussy lips. 
A minute of this had her ready for much more, so she angled the end
out, aiming the tip for the center of her moist womanhood and
plunged nearly the whole length into her pussy.  

Once it was firmly embedded, she dialed it up to full power, and
threw her head back in ecstacy.  The vibrations coursed through her
body, rattling her very brain with their erotic intensity.   They
seemed to pulse throughout her, but seemed most insistent in her
erogenous zones.  Her nipples cried out to be squeezed.  Clamping
her thighs together to hold that pleasure dispensing instrument in
place, she rocked forward on the chair and grabbed at her tits,
kneading and pulling the flesh.  With abandon, she grabbed one in
both hands and heaved the nipple up to her mouth.  Sucking wildly,
she dropped one hand to her crotch and, almost delicately, slipped
a finger down on her clit.  The confluence of erotic stimulation was
about to drive her over the edge.  

As she approached her orgasm, she felt herself fiercely wanting a
cock, any cock, to be ramming into her instead of this lifeless
plastic.  She wanted it to fill her fully, then spurt its seed all
over her, to run down her face and tits and stomach and pussy and
thighs, to dry all over her and her wonderful lingerie.  Unbidden,
but not entirely unwelcome, the thought of her son Kevin spraying
his warm goo into the crotch of her panties sprang to mind.  At that
instant, she was swept over the edge and with a long, thin, teeth-
clenching wail, she came in ecstacy!

Minutes later, after catching her breath, she lay flat on her back
on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.  Although her routine had not
varied, this orgasm had been one of her best in months.  Embarrassed
even though she was alone, she wondered if her thoughts of Kevin had
anything to do with it.  "Don't be ridiculous," she told herself,
turning red in embarrassment and anger, "You can't feel that way
over a fourteen-year-old.  He's much too young.  No self-respecting
woman would have anything to do with such a young man."  

But he was a nice kid, and so mature for his age.  There were so
many ways he could be hurt by unscrupulous women out there.  It
would be terrible if he turned out like those other jerks I've slept
with, only interested in their own pleasure.  I could teach him so
much.  And who would know? I love him so.....

"Stop it!" she now told herself out loud. "get your feelings under
control, Heather.  Not only is he so young, HE IS ALSO YOUR SON! 
That would be incest.  Now snap to it and let's get going."

She hopped out of bed, almost physically thrusting the thought from
her mind.  She changed into her regular clothes, washed the lingerie
she'd just used and went downstairs to fix supper.

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Kevin's Story
Chapter 3


Although she had no desire to pursue her thoughts of that afternoon,
Heather realized that evening that she would have to discuss the
stains she found in her panties with Kevin.  She had no problem with
his masturbating (especially given her own proclivities in that
area), but it would not do to have him jacking off in her panties
whenever she wasn't looking.  For one thing, the harsher scrubbing
necessary would ruin some of the more delicate items.  For another,
it just wasn't right for a son to do that with his Mom's under-
clothes.  For a while she thought she might buy him some panties for
him to use for that purpose, but that didn't seem like the right
solution.

Finally, when she went in to kiss him goodnight she decided to speak
to him.  She sat down on the edge of his bed, facing him, and said
"Kevin, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Yeah?" he answered, tentatively.

"Um, yes, well, I really appreciate your doing the laundry today,
but um," she pulled the previously soiled panties out of her pocket
and held them out, "it's, uh, not really polite for a young man to
masturbate in a lady's underthings and not to wash them out."

Kevin blanched, then covered his face with his pillow.  "I'm sorry,"
he wailed, muffled by the pillow, "I'm sorry,  I didn't mean to do
it.  I don't know why...  I'm sorry."

Heather's heart melted to see him so distraught.  "Honey, honey,
no," she said gently, trying to pull the pillow away from his face,
"I'm not upset.  I'm not angry.  I understand.  It's okay."

She pulled the pillow away, but the boy covered his face with his
arms, still mortified.

"Kevin, it's alright," she leaned down and hugged her son, kissing
his forehead, then sat up.  "There's nothing wrong with masturbat-
ing, and I'm not mad about that."

He peeked out one eye.  "You're not?" he sniffed, hopeful but still
unbelieving.

"No, of course not," she insisted, pulling his arms down, then
brushing away one stray tear.  "It's just that Mommy has some
expensive underwear, and she'd hate to see it get ruined that way." 
Heather knew her little underwear secret was out of the bag anyway,
so she decided not to pretend about it anymore.

"I know," Kevin said, "I didn't think about that.  Mom, I didn't
even know you had such nice stuff."

"Well, I do.  It's my special secret.  And now you share that secret
with me.  Can you keep my secret, Kev?"

"Sure, Mom, of course I will.  But what's it for?  I mean, why do
you have special underwear and regular stuff?"

"It makes me feel nice to wear it.  It makes me feel..." Heather
paused.

"What?  How does it make you feel?" Kevin insisted.

"Oh, boy," Heather thought, "I've done it now."  But she decided not
to lie.  It was important to her that she and Kevin maintain an open
attitude about sex.  She wanted him to be able to talk to her about
anything.  Kevin would sense if she were lying, and so might not
discuss things frankly with her in the future.  So...

"It makes me feel sexy."

"But Mom, you're already the sexiest woman I know, you don't need
anything else to do that."

"Thank you, Kevin, I appreciate that.  But I don't look at myself
that way and frankly, you shouldn't either."

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it," he said earnestly.  "I really
think you're beautiful and I love you."

"I love you too.  But like I said, I don't feel sexy until I'm
wearing that stuff.  It makes me feel feminine.  Besides, you must
find it sexy, too.  After all, look what you did to it."

Kevin blushed deeply, but to his credit didn't squirm or retreat
beneath the pillow again.  "Um, it wasn't so much the panties, it
was the bra."

"Hmm, that bra wasn't so special," she said.

"Well, it's just, I'd never known, well, I mean, I uh, uh," Kevin
floundered and dropped his head.

Heather put her hand on her son's shoulder and said gently, "It's
okay honey, you can be honest with me about anything.  I'll answer
you honestly, too."

Without looking up Kevin said in a strangely deep voice, "I never
knew how big your breasts were and the tag said 40-DD and I thought
about you and it excited me."

Heather was not as taken aback as she might have been.  Guiltily she
thought about her own fantasies that afternoon, them pushed them
from her mind.

"It's alright," she said, then tried to deflect her son's agitation
with another tack.  "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Kevin was silent.

"Anything, honey, I mean it.  Would you like to know when I started
wearing these things?"

Kevin nodded.

"Your Dad first bought them for me.  He'd have me model them.  They
excited him, too."

"Do they excite you?"  he asked.

"In a way."

"Do you masturbate?"

"Uh, yes, I do,"

"Really?"  Kevin picked up his head, and sounded surprised.

"Yes, of course, it's not some terrible thing.  Everyone does it. 
Now, Kevin, I don't want you ever to be ashamed or frightened to ask
me about anything having to do with sex.  Is that clear?"

Kevin nodded.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Ummm."


"It's okay, honey, what is it?"

"Ummm, all this talk about sex and stuff has made me hard."

Heather was surprised, then laughed at herself a little.  She HAD
said "anything"

"Uh, hmmm," she said, "and what about that?"

"Well, I don't know, I just thought I'd tell you," he said.

"Okay, fine," she said, but felt that there was more to it than
that.  "Did you want to show it to me?"

"Well, umm, I don't know, kind of, but I don't know if it's okay."

"Of course it's okay," she said, "remember, there aren't any secrets
about this type of thing between us, okay?"

"Okay," he said.

Kevin was thoroughly confused.  First of all, he was confused by the
feelings he'd had about his Mom that afternoon.  The mortification
over being caught had given way to her gentle attitude and he was
relieved to see she wasn't angry.  But the tenor of the discussion
had recalled to him all those feelings from before, and he could
hardly take his eyes from the panties she held.  He remembered their
feeling against his throbbing young cock, and that cock had
reasserted itself under his blankets.  

Moreover, although she was only wearing a baggy sweater and jeans,
he could see the swell of his Mom's breasts under the black cable
knit, and by the way they moved when she did, he thought she was
braless.  This only served to increase his hard-on, and now he
wanted nothing more than to show it off to this woman he adored. 
And although part of him believed it was wrong, she was sitting here
telling him that they could discuss anything about sex.

So without further ado, he flipped aside the blanket.  His Mom
seemed to gasp slightly as bulge in his pajamas became visible, then
he unsnapped the pants and it popped out.  For a moment, the two of
them looked at it as it stood there.  The Heather swallowed and said
quietly, "Very nice."

In fact, it was more than very nice.  For a 14-year-old it was
extremely nice.  Almost seven inches long, it was still rather
skinny.  It jutted up from inside his pajamas, curving back slightly
as it neared the flaring head, which just now was an angry shade of
red.

"Does it hurt you now?" Heather asked him.

"A little," he said, "'cause it's so hard."

"What's made it this hard?" she asked.

"Just talking about this stuff," he said, then paused and admitted
"and you."

"Me?" she said, surprised.

"Yes," he said simply, "I can't help it, you just do."

"Does it normally go away by itself?" she asked.

"Not usually, I have to masturbate it."

"Go ahead, then," she said.

"Now?  In front of you?"

"If you like, I'll leave," she said, making as if to get up.

"No," Kevin protested, his mind racing, "you can stay if you want."

Kevin really wanted to do this for her, but he couldn't shake the
persistent feeling that it wasn't right.  In fact, it was this
feeling which made it that much more exciting.  He wasn't aware of
the term "incest" and it's full implications.

Heather was, though, yet she still felt compelled to see this
through.  It was clear that Kevin had to work through these
feelings, and to turn her back on him now may do irreparable harm
to his feelings and their relationship.  Yet when that young tool
sprang into view, she couldn't suppress an inward shudder of
excitement.  Her thoughts of this afternoon returned, and she didn't
quite have the strength to banish them again.  So she sat and
stayed.

Wordlessly, Kevin began to stroke his cock.  His rhythm was fast and
furious, and the already red skin began to turn redder from the
friction.  In a way it hurt, but his feelings were such that he had
to stroke this monster down quickly.  His Mom winced to see the
force with which he attacked his rod. 

"Stop, Kevin, don't" she said without thinking.  "You'll hurt
yourself that way, is that how you always masturbate?"

"Usually."

"Here let me show you."

And before she knew it, her hand was wrapped around his young cock
and she was lightly, gently stroking it up and down.  Kevin was
shocked, but before he had a chance to protest, the feelings from
his groin rendered him speechless.  It was incredible!  Just the
fact that having another hand not your own do this was terrific. 
But to do it so well!  It was several minutes before the novelty of
that situation allowed him to realize that it was his Mom jacking
him off.

For her part, Heather realized too late what she was doing.  But
that realization only came in a small, rapidly shrinking part of her
mind.  The rest of her consciousness was devoted to that magnificent
boy-cock in front of her.  She didn't see it as her son, but as the
answer to her yearnings of the afternoon.  What remained of her
normal state of mind had already begun to rationalize the action
anyway.  It was only a hand-job.  They weren't having sex.  Besides,
if she let him go on masturbating like that, he would rub himself
raw.  She would show him the correct technique and that would be it.

Kevin continued to revel in the feelings.  His hips strained off the
bed.  He was unused to such light, caressing ministrations, and the
elusiveness of his Mom's grasp was driving him crazy.  Normally, he
pounded himself quickly until he came, but this was a whole new
level of pleasure.

His Mom speeded up her strokes, but only increased her pressure
lightly.  Kevin had fallen into a rhythm beneath her hand, bucking
up as she slid it down.  Reaching out with the panties still held
in her left hand, she caressed his balls softly.  The brown hair on
them seemed barely there, it was so soft and downy.  She felt his
nuts churning beneath the fabric.

Kevin felt the added stimulus and knew he couldn't hold back much
longer.  Already she had jacked him far longer than he normally
lasted, because the lighter pressure counteracted the added erotic
benefits of the situation.  But the moment of truth was at hand.

Without warning, he arched his back one last time, then fired his
load up into the air.  Spurt after spurt of hot cum fountained into
the air to land on his belly, or his Mom's hand.  She continued to
stroke him, firmer now that the added cum provided some lubrication.
His spurts subsided to dribbles, welling up from his cock with each
of her downward strokes.  Finally they ebbed to nothing.  Quickly,
almost clinically, she cleaned him up with the panties still in her
hand, pulled up and buttoned his pajamas, kissed him once, firmly
but quickly on the lips, and left him to sleep.

The kiss startled him out of his stupor, but by the time Kevin
realized what was going on, his Mom had gone.  He was dull with
sleepiness, and his young mind still had not registered the
bizarreness of what had occurred, and so he snorted satisfiedly and
slipped off to sleep.

Heather's mind, on the other hand, was awhirl.  She couldn't believe
what had just happened.  But the human mind is a mysterious object,
and when confronted with an unpleasant reality, often rationalizes
away the unpleasant parts.  This process had already begun during
the hand-job, and Heather retreated gratefully toward that version
of events:  it was a normal part of sex education.

To help things along, however, Heather headed toward the kitchen
cabinet where she kept her liquor.  Usually, these bottles were
brought out only for guests and parties, but in an uncharacteristic
move, Heather poured herself two fingers of scotch on ice and
slurped it down.

Back upstairs, Heather noticed the twice-soiled pantied were still
in her hand.  She was about to simply throw them out, but for some
reason, sniffed tentatively at them.  Immediately, the familiar odor
if male sex filled her nostrils.  It had been months since she'd
last smelled that, but the pheromones did their work.  Her knees
weakened, her breasts ached to be touched, and her pussy turned
moist.

Her armchair was still in front of her mirror, but she ignored it. 
Instead she flung off her clothes and bounced onto her bed.  Laying
the cum-soaked panties near her head, she reached for the vibrator
and turned it on.  Ignoring her regular routine, she buzzed it to
high and slid it into her moist pussy.  Leaving it there, she
kneaded and sucked her own mammoth breasts, pulling and mauling at
them like a man would.  She quickly built toward her climax, and as
she felt it becoming inevitable, she turned her head toward the
panties, almost sticking her nose in her son's cum, and inhaled
deeply.  She came then, thrashing silently in ecstacy on the bed. 
This intense orgasm lasted almost a minute before subsiding, and
even then several short pulses ripped through her pussy like
aftershocks of a climactic earthquake.  She barely had enough energy
to flip off the switch, leaving the inert vibrator inserted in her
pussy, before falling into a deep dreamless sleep.

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MORE TO CUM..............