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My sixteen-year old son had just returned from his father’s house and it seemed like he had enjoyed his time over there. He loved being with me and it was good that he could still enjoy spending time with his father every other week but what I didn’t like was that he was easily influenced by his step-mom, Sara.I was ready to fall asleep when I heard him open his backpack in his room. He had his door locked and I found it strange that he would be checking his backpack this late at night. I pressed my ear against the door and heard him groan lightly.Curiosity got the best of me, so I went to the bathroom connected to his room to go check on him. I looked into his dark room from the ajar door and the TV light allowed me to see him masturbating with a pair of panties wrapped around his erection. I immediately moved back to hide in the darkness of the bathroom.“Are those my panties? What is going on?” I thought, confused as to what I had seen.I slowly walked up to get a second look and noticed that the panties were yellow, which confirmed that they didn’t belong to me.“They must be his step-mom’s panties,” I thought, knowing that I didn’t have yellow panties.I shook my head as a feeling of jealously and surprise came over me. I didn’t like the fact he was using his step-mom’s panties and in a strange way I wanted him to use my panties instead.I took a minute to muster up the courage to open the door and walk into his room, “Hey, what are you doing?”He scrambled to cover himself with his blanket and said, “What? No, nothing.”I would have none of that, so in my motherly voice I ordered, “Give me the panties.”He knew there was no way around it, so he reluctantly reached under the blanket to hand me the panties.“How and why did you get them?” I sternly asked.“No, they aren’t yours,” he explained, with his face bayan escort beylikdüzü turning red“I know they’re not, they are Sara’s,” I said, surprising him. “Why did you get them?”“I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at the floor.“Did she give them to you? Did something happen between you and her?” I asked, showing my jealously.“I, er, just took them and nothing happened,” he confessed.“Go to sleep,” I told him before exiting the room with the panties.I took a closer look at the yellow cotton panties and threw them in the trash. It ticked me off that her influence had even reached my son’s sexual desires and fantasies. His father already liked Sara more than me, but I wasn’t going to let my son fall for her.The following day, I was off from work and I spent the entire morning thinking about what to do with my son. I needed to find a way to put a stop to my son’s fixation of Sara and it quickly became clear that I had to fight fire with fire.I put on shirt that fell just past my ass and underneath I wore the sexiest pair of panties I owned, a blue cutout cheeky with straps on the back. I wanted to surprise him and for him to know that his mom had a sexy side, one sexier than Sara’s.When he got home from school, he went to the kitchen as usual then came to his room where I pretended to have just finished making his bed. In reality, I was bending over in a nonchalant manner to give him a look of my sexy panties.“Oh! I’m sorry,” I said, turning around to look at the clock and pulling my shirt down just enough to cover my panties. “I didn’t realize what time it was.”“It’s ok,” he muttered, with his face even redder than the night before.“I should, uh, go make lunch,” I said.After preparing his favorite sandwich, I went to his room to give him his meal.“Lunch is ready,” I escort bayan beylikdüzü said from outside his closed door.“Yeah, one minute,” he said.I placed the plate on the small hallway table and went to the bathroom to see if what I was thinking was true. I looked carefully around the ajar door and confirmed my thoughts when I saw him masturbating once again. The previous night it had been dark, and I had been so bothered by his step-mom’s panties that I hadn’t noticed my son’s lovely penis. Almost involuntarily, I licked my lips and fixed my eyes on his stroking hand.“I bet he isn’t thinking of Sara this time,” I thought.My pussy reacted at the sight of my son masturbating and it got wetter the more I watched him pleasuring himself. I lightly rubbed myself over my panties for a few seconds before I forced myself to leave the bathroom. I didn’t want him to catch me looking or wonder where I was, so I did the normal thing and went back to standing outside his room with his lunch.I was about to remind him of his lunch when a naughty idea stopped me from opening my mouth. I quickly took the plate with the sandwich back to the kitchen and got a clean plate. I rubbed my pussy over my panties a bit more before pulling them down and placing them on the plate.“Lunch is ready, don’t let it get cold,” I said, touching my warm and wet panties.When I heard him stand up from his bed, I made my way back to the bathroom to see what he would do. He opened his bedroom door and took a few seconds before bringing the plate with the panties into his room. He put the plate on his desk and held up my panties to see how wet they were. He then brought them closer to his nose and deeply inhaled my scent before getting a taste with his tongue.He wrapped them around his penis and masturbated kayaşehir escort just like he had done with his step-mom’s cotton panties. It relieved me to see that he hadn’t freaked out and that he had welcomed my surprise. He surely liked my wet panties more than his step-mom’s boring panties and it was such an erotic treat to see him enjoying them.My juices dripped down my thighs as I continued watching him masturbate and his light groans let me know that he was close to his climax.“Should I go tease him and ask if he is thinking of me?” I thought, feeling myself about to lose control.My body urged me to fully open the door and walk slowly towards him to get a better view and surprise him in the act, but I decided against that when I saw him stand up. He seemed ready to finish into the gusset of my panties, but he surprisingly placed them on top of his desk and grabbed the plate.He aimed his lovely penis at the plate and exploded on the plate with several shots of cum. I expected him to come clean himself in the bathroom, so I quickly exited and returned to the kitchen.Moments later, I heard him open his bedroom door and say, “I’m done with lunch.”I walked to his room to pick up the plate like I usually did after he was done eating but this time it was obviously a little game between the two of us.“Was it good?” I teased. “Cleaned up your plate?”“Um, yeah,” he said, handing me the plate with his warm cum.I looked at the plate and then back at him, “Oh, I think this is for me.”I stuck my tongue out and licked the plate clean as he stood watching in disbelief.“I’m gonna need my panties back,” I said, walking past him and grabbing them from his desk.I held up my panties and saw that he had actually shot his first rope of cum into them, so I brought the gusset up to my mouth and cleaned it with my tongue.“I can’t wear them if they are dirty,” I teased him.I didn’t have to, but I purposely bent over in front of him to let him see my bare ass and pussy while I stepped into my panties and pulled them up between my round ass cheeks.“I love you, honey,” I told him and kissed him on the cheek before leaving his room.