My son

"Come in," I said.

My son walked in and closed the door behind him. He looked at me, my hard-on, and gave a little smile. "Dad?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I was wondering if you want to play some video games."

"No thanks, son, I'm not feeling well. I'll come downstairs after dinner tonight."

"Oh, ok."

He turned around and left the room.

Why'd he have to look so good? Why'd I need those panties so bad?

Then I realized something else. The redness of the panties, the way my cock was growing in my pants, and then the way my son just looked... I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to get pregnant with his baby. I didn't care about anything but my cock and how much I needed to cum.

I went to the bathroom and pulled out my dick. I stroked my nine inch monster until I was ready to cum, and then I exploded.

My son knocked on the door just as I was cleaning up.

"Hey dad, dinner's ready."

"Ok, I'll be down in a minute."

I put the panties back in his drawer, and then changed into some shorts. When I went downstairs I saw my son sitting at the table looking sad. He looked like he hadn't eaten all day. I sat next to him and gave him a hug.

"How you feeling today?" I asked.

"Umm... not great."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"I didn't get home until late last night, and I guess I had a little bit too much to drink. I slept most of the morning, and my head still hurts."

"Well, let's eat so we can get it over with."

We ate in silence for a while. I watched my son eat, and I had to admit... he was starting to grow on me. His muscles were getting bigger. He had a cute face, and he had this way about him that I liked.

"Son," I said, "I found your panties." I blushed. "Do you mind if I borrow them for awhile?"

"Sure," he smiled, "but why?"

"Because I need to jerk off again, and I really like the color."

"You want to jerk off with your sons panties?" he laughed.

"Yea, I think I do. It's been awhile since I've seen my son naked. I want to see him in his underwear. I want to see his cock." I was shocked that I'd said that. "Oops, sorry son," I said.

"Don't worry about it. And if you want to see mine, I mean, you're welcome to come upstairs any time."

I thought about that offer for a moment. Was he serious? Did he actually want me to watch him jack off? I was intrigued.

"If you don't mind, son..." I said slowly.

He smiled and nodded.

I stood up and went upstairs. I went to his room and started looking through his panty drawer. He came in.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for your underwear," I lied.

"Oh, I forgot," he said, "Here."

He reached into his drawer and pulled out two pairs of panties. "We can each wear a pair," he said.

"That sounds like fun," I smiled.

We both stripped down and he put on one of the panties. They were black, with little red hearts all over them.

I put on a see-thru pair.

"What now?" I asked.

"Now we go downstairs and pretend like nothing happened."

We walked into the living room and acted like everything was normal. I sat on the couch, and he went into the kitchen to make some tea.. He started playing video games. I kept looking over at him, watching his cock twitch in his panties. I wanted to touch myself, but I wasn't sure if he was going to say anything. Finally he spoke.

"Can I ask you something?" he said.

"Of course," I smiled.

"Have you ever wanted to fuck me?"

"No, I haven't," I lied.

"But you keep looking at me."

I didn't answer right away. I wanted to tell him yes, but I also felt guilty about it.

"Yes, I have. I find you very attractive."

"Really?"

"Yes."

After a few more minutes of video games I said, "well I have to get going. I have to work in the morning."

"Okay, dad."

I went up to my bedroom. I laid down in bed and thought about what had happened earlier. I wanted to fuck my son. I wanted to see his body naked. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth. I wanted to lick him clean.