I turned my head. Ronny was holding my panties, the ones that had absorbed my workout’s sweat, in his hands. He presented them with his two hands, pinched between thumbs and forefingers, like they were hanging on a clothesline.
“But, I always told him ‘no.’ I didn’t want him to cross that line with you. But I … now ….” He paused to bunch them up and inhale deeply from them. “Now I want to cross that line. Another little step, Mom. Now I know what your pussy smells like.” He breathed in again before dropping them to the floor.
“You’re a pig! An animal!”
“Animals know how to do something without anybody having to tell them. They know how to mate. Look what your panties did for me,” he said.
Ronny stepped up to me in the tub and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down. His erect penis sprung loose. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“Look what you do for me, Mom.”
There was no doubt I had excited my son. Whether is was my wet body or the pheromone-laced impact of my panties, I didn’t know or care.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel something too.”
“I don’t. I’m your mother for goodness sake.”
“I hear you with your friends. I hear you complaining that you aren’t getting what you need when Dad’s away. And I hear you two arguing. You don’t get what you need when he’s here either. Admit it.”
It was true, but I would never admit to that in front of Ronny. Many a night I twisted and turned, my body needing, craving, crazy to be filled and desired. I had numbed myself to those feelings. Now it was only a dull ache.
The sight of my son’s erection though had awakened something deep in my unconscious. It made a shudder rumble through my loins as I looked at the dark opening of his beautiful, young, thick cock.
“Take your hands away. I want to see you naked. I want to see your nipples. And now that I smelled you, I definitely want to see that pussy. I want to see where I’m going to shoot all my cum and make you pregnant.”
Maybe I could buy some time. I was so vulnerable trapped in the tub like this.
“Let me dry off on my own. At least give me that. You owe me that.”
“OK, Mom. I’ll wait for you in the living room.” He kicked off his sweatpants, leaving him totally naked like that afternoon. He took one more sniff of my panties before leaving the bathroom.
I let my arm fall away from my breasts and took my hand from between my legs. They felt like lead after being held in one position for so long.
I was cold. After being in the hot water, sitting there with evaporation refrigerating my skin caused a case of goosebumps. I rubbed the towel hard over my body to warm and dry myself.
All I had brought with me was my white terry cloth robe. It felt good and warm when I slipped it on and tied it tight at the waist.
I brushed my short brown hair back. It was still almost completely wet and looked even darker than usual. “Ronny is just horny,” I said into the mirror. “The only way to tame that ….” I put the brush down and headed for the living room with a desperate plan.