Joe’s Mother Watches Him

It have been a couple days since Joe had jacked off, watching his mother hang up the clothes up to dry on the clothesline in her sundress, relieving himself of blue balls blowing his huge load all over the side of the barn getting rid of his blue balls.

The next evening Joe was taking a shower and he had a pair of Wendy’s panties that she gave him to keep to remind him of her. Joe held the panties up to his nose as stroked himself before entering the shower. He had left the door cracked open enough that someone could see him by the bathroom sink jacking off if they looked in.

Anne his mother was walking by when she heard Joe’s heavy breathing from inside of the bathroom. Anne stopped at the door way fixing to ask Joe if he was ok when she saw him through a crack in the doorway stroking his fat hard cock sniffing Wendy’s panties as he started to cum shooting thick stream after stream of his cum through the air in to the shower. Anne was stunned as she watched her son stroke out the last bit of his orgasm, sniffing his girlfriend’s panties.

Anne moved away from the doorway Joe walked towards the door to make sure it was closed. That night all Anne could think about was her baby boy stroking his fat, thick cock, and watching his cum shoot from the head of it as he sniffed his girlfriend, Wendy’s panties.

The next morning, Joe and father had already left to work the farm and she was cleaning house. She went in Joe’s room to get his clothes for the laundry and she found the pair of panties that he was masturbating to in the bathroom last night. Curiosity of Anne got the best of her. She was a little bit horny from watching her son masturbate to his girlfriend’s panties. Anne pick the panties up the pair of skimpy thong panties that didn’t leave much to imagination. Ann had a wicked thought she took the thong panties back to her bathroom she didn’t know why but she dropped her dress to the floor and stripped off her panties and she slide the thong panties up her legs pulling them

Upwards they were a little small for her. Anne was able to pull them up with the thong sliding in between her thick ass cheeks. The thong panties fit her , but they were tight on her thick ass and the front of them split her fat pussy lips. Anne was feeling horny and started to get wet looking at the thong between her ass cheeks and pussy lips in the full mirror in her bedroom.

As Anne was admiring herself in the mirror, she felt herself getting wet between her thick pussy lips. And laid down on the bed, she reached into the nightstand where she kept her dildo she spread her legs, looking at herself and the mirror keeping Wendy’s thongs on. Anne pulled the thongs to the side and pushed the dildo inside her wet fat pussy started to fuck herself with the dildo her fat pussy was getting wetter with each thrust of the dildo.

Anne fucked herself with the dildo, her mind drifted back to the image of Joe's fat cock stroking in the bathroom, the way it jerked and pulsed as he came. She moaned, imagining that thick shaft sliding into her instead of the silicone, and she began to fuck herself harder, faster, desperate to soak Wendy's thong with her own arousal. She wanted those panties to be drenched, saturated with the evidence of her desire, so that when Joe next held them to his nose, he would smell not just his girlfriend but his mother's cunt. With a final, shuddering cry, Anne came, her pussy clenching around the dildo as she flooded the thong with her hot juices, leaving the fabric dark and sticky against her skin.

Anne's breath came in ragged gasps as she recovered from her orgasm, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She squeezed one of her big tits, feeling her erect nipple press against her palm as she looked at the mess between her legs she had made in the mirror, admiring the way Wendy's thong was now soaked through with her own thick juices, the fabric clinging wetly to her fat pussy lips. A wicked smile spread across her face as she imagined Joe's reaction when he next held those panties to his nose, inhaling the scent of his mother's arousal instead of his girlfriend's, and she slowly slid the thong down her legs, holding them up to examine the evidence of her transgression before placing them back where she found them in his room.

Anne pulled herself up from the bed, her thighs still slick with her own juices, and she slipped her dress back over her head, the fabric clinging to her damp skin as she smoothed it down over her hips. She finished cleaning the house, moving from room to room with a mechanical rhythm, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying the image of her son's thick cock pulsing in the bathroom, the scent of her own arousal still lingering in her nostrils as she wiped down counters and swept floors, knowing that when Joe came home from the farm, those panties would be waiting for him, carrying the unmistakable smell of his mother's cunt.