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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Oops, Mom Did it Again! by DaddyOh! 10/07 (mF, inc?, mast) (3000 words)
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Summary: Karen's husband Dan is out of town on business for a week.
She calls him one evening to tell him that she caught their son Jason
masturbating, and to admit to what followed.

NOTE: This story is completely fictional. It contains explicit sexual
content and is intended for adults only. If you are under 18 or
offended by such material, please do not read.

I love to hear feedback! Please let me know what you think!
ny9311@yahoo.com. DaddyOh! (Jake)

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Story: Oops, Mom Did it Again! by DaddyOh! 10/07 (mF, inc?, mast)
(3000 words)

Karen is a 38 y.o. mother of three. Her husband Dan, 39 y.o., is a
marketing executive who travels for business periodically. He has been
away for nearly a week on his current trip. Karen speaks to him at
least once each day, sometimes more. On this particular evening, she
calls him at his hotel, feeling the need to tell her husband what has
been happening at home, specifically related to their 14 y.o. son
Jason.

"Hello," Dan said when he answers the phone.

"Hi Honey. It's me," Karen said. "How was your day?"

"Hi!" he said enthusiastically. "Good day. Very productive. You know,
the usual. Glad to be back in my hotel and even more glad I'll be
coming home tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you."

"Oh good, Honey," Karen said. "I'm looking forward to seeing you,
too." Karen pauses. She decides not to wait to tell Dan what she needs
to talk about. "Um, Dan? I need to tell you about something."

"O.K. What's up?" Dan replied. "Did something happen today?"

"Well, not today, exactly," she began. "Actually, something happened a
couple of days ago that I need to tell you about."

"You sound serious," he said. "What happened?"

"It has to do with Jason. Don't worry, he's fine," she quickly added.
"It's just that I...well, I..."

"Yes?" Dan said. "You what, Honey?"

"I, um," Karen began again, "I caught him."

"You caught him?" Dan replied. "Doing what?"

"You know," she said, hesitating again. "I came home and I caught him,
you know."

"Karen," Dan said, "Are you trying to tell me that you caught Jason
jerking off?"

"Yes," she said. "Thank you. I didn't know how to begin that."

"Oh my gosh!" Dan said somewhat jovially. "You caught him? How? Where?
Oh man, the poor kid!"

"Dan, it's not funny!" Karen said.

"Oh, Honey," Dan replied. "It is kind of funny. A kid's doing it and
his mom catches him? I mean, it's embarrassing, I'm sure. But it's
really kind of a classic humorous situation." He paused, trying to be
sensitive. "I'm sorry, Honey. I don't mean to make light of it. Tell
me what happened."

"I came home from work at my usual time," Karen said. "The other two
were at their practices and I figured Jason was too. I dropped my
briefcase in the office and went upstairs. I don't think I made too
much noise, but I wasn't trying to be quiet, either. Like I said, I
thought no one was home."

"Uh-huh," said Dan. "Go on."

"Well, I walked past Jason's door on the way to our room," Karen said.
"It was half open, and...and there he was..lying on his bed, doing
it."

"Wow," Dan said. "How weird, huh? What did you do?"

"I didn't know what to do!" Karen responded. "So, I just sort of
froze."

"Did he see you?" Dan asked.

"No," Karen answered. "Not at first. But I was frozen, so I just stood
there in the doorway, um, sort of watching. And, um, there's something
else."

"What?" Dan inquired.

"Oh, it's embarrassing," Karen began. "He was doing it with my
panties."

"Your panties?" Dan said. "Oh man! Are you serious?"

"Yes!" she replied. "I could tell right away. The orange pair? The
kind of silky ones?"

"Yea," Dan said. "I know which ones you mean. Wow. So, uh, what
happened then?"

"Like I said," Karen replied. "I didn't know what to do. I was just
standing there. I couldn't help watching. And after a minute, he
opened his eyes and saw me."

"What did he say?" Dan asked.

"He was so freaked out."Karen said. "I felt so sorry for him. He sort
of froze too. He apologized over and over. He said he didn't think I'd
be home yet. I felt so bad."

"I'll bet," Dan said. "So what did you say?"

"I didn't want him to think it was the end of the world, you know?"
Karen responded. "I just stood there and talked to him. I told him it
was totally natural, that everybody does it. You know, the usual
stuff."

"What was he doing at this point?" Dan asked.

"He just didn't move," Karen said.

"You mean," Dan began, "He just sat there with your panties wrapped
around it, holding it in his hand?"

"That's exactly what he did," Karen said. "And I just tried to make it
o.k. for him. I kept telling him that it was nothing to be ashamed of,
that it's totally o.k. for him to do that. You know, like I said
before." Karen paused. "And then something really weird happened,
Dan."

"What happened?" Dan asked.

"He seemed really relieved," Karen said. "He thanked me for being so
cool about it and he said he was glad I didn't freak out, and that I
thought it was fine that he was doing it." She paused again. "And then
he, went back to doing it."

"You mean, after you left his room?" Dan said.

"Uh, no," Karen said. "He...started doing it again, while I stood
there."

"Holy shit," Dan said. "What did you do?"

"I didn't know what to do!" Karen said. "I just told him that it was
totally fine for him to do, that it was natural and all that. He must
have thought I meant it was so natural and so o.k. that he could do it
right in front of me. I didn't want to freak him out again by running
out of the house."

"So?" Dan said.

"So...," Karen replied. "So, I stood there and watched." She paused
again. "I stood there and watched our son stroke himself with my
panties. I was going to ask him why he was using my panties, but it
didn't really seem like the appropriate time."

"No," Dan said. "I guess not. So, you seriously stood there and
watched him jerk off?"

"Dan, I told you," she said. "I was frozen! I didn't know he was going
to keep doing it!"

"So," Dan said, "What happened then?"

"Well," Karen began, "He masturbated. I don't know how else to say it.
Our son stroked himself, with my panties, while I stood in his doorway
and watched. He seemed totally fine at that point. No longer
embarrassed. He had them wrapped around himself and he was just
stroking away...and starting to moan. He went up and down, slowly,
then more quickly. It looked like he was gripping it pretty tightly."

"Wowwww," Dan said, searching for more words to say. "So, uh, did
he...?"

"Yes!" Karen said with some hesitation. "I could tell he was getting
close. He was moaning quietly and bucking his hips a little. Then he
came right into my panties. Dan, I didn't know whether to laugh or
cry." Another pause. "He held them around it while he finished. And
then he, slipped them off of himself."

"Yea?" Dan said. "And?"

"And," Karen replied. "And, I saw him. I haven't seem him for years,
but I saw him then. I saw IT! I saw our son's erect penis, Dan."

"What did it look like?" Dan asked, not knowing what else to say.

"It looked like yours," she said. "Not quite as big as you, but he's
only 14. It was pretty big, though. Thick. Very, very erect." She was
now speaking matter-of-factly, as though she was describing what she
was making for dinner.

"Sounds like you got a really good look," Dan said, attempting humor
to lighten the mood.

"Good one," she said, slightly annoyed. "It was the weirdest thing I
had ever experienced, Dan. Then he just got up and headed for the
bathroom as if nothing had happened. He put my panties in his hamper
and told me he would wash them and give them back. And he went in to
shower."

"Damn, Karen," Dan said. "That is one weird afternoon. I can see how
awkward that would have been for you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to talk
to you, or to him about it. I'll do it as soon as I get home."

"Um, Honey?" Karen said hesitatingly. "There's a little more to the
story."

"O.....K.....," Dan said. "Like what?"

Karen sighed, then took a large breath and began, "Well, after all
that, I didn't know what I would say to him when I saw him, when we
were all together for dinner, you know. So a little while later he
come downstairs after his shower and acted like nothing had ever
happened. He didn't give me a funny look, he didn't act weird or
anything. We all had dinner together like it was any other evening.
Then everyone went off to bed around 10:30 and I finally had some time
to think." Dan made a sound to acknowledge he was listening. "I
thought maybe I had imagined the whole thing. It took a while to stop
thinking about it and finally get to sleep. But I eventually did. And
then, I don't know how long later, I woke up to a surprise."

"Uh-oh," Dan said. "I'm afraid to ask. What kind of surprise?"

Karen paused again, considering whether or not to continue. After a
few more moments, she continued, "I woke up facing the wall, but I
sensed someone else was there. I was startled and turned over. I
thought maybe it was you and you were really home already."

"Yea..." Dan replied.

"It was Jason," Karen said, pausing again. "He was lying next to me in
bed, naked. He was laying on his side and he was jerking himself very
slowly and just looking at me. I just stared at him, not knowing if I
should be afraid, if it was a joke. I had no idea what was going on. I
asked him what he was doing there and he said again how much he
appreciated me not getting freaked out before."

"Are you serious?" Dan asked. "Karen, if you're making this up..."

"Dan, I swear to you," Karen replied, "Every word I'm telling you is
true. You know I wouldn't make this up."

"I guess you're right," Dan said. "So, then what?"

"All I could say was, you're welcome," Karen said. "I was at a total
loss. Finally I said, Jason, what are you doing here? He said he was
so glad that I didn't mind him doing it and that it made him feel so
much more comfortable. And, he said that since I stayed and watched
before, he figured that I liked seeing him do it and that I might want
to see again." Karen paused, again considering whether to continue.
Dan was speechless. "I just sat there, watching again as our son
stroked his dick. I noticed that this time he was just using his hand.
So, brilliant conversationalist that I am, the best I could think to
do was ask him why he was using my panties before." This seemed to
break Dan out of his trance.

"What did he say?" Dan said.

"He said," Karen replied, "That he loves the way they look. And, he
loves the way they look on me when I wear them around the house! Can
you believe that? He said he loves it when I walk around in my panties
and a t-shirt. One day he was in the laundry room getting his clothes
and he happened to see my panties on the dryer. He touched them and
really liked it. So, I guess he took them up to his room and used them
on himself for the first time then."

"Well," Dan said, "You walk around in your underwear a lot, Honey.
Jason's 14. It's super horny time for him. It's no wonder he's
thinking about you in your panties. You look amazing in your panties,
Karen."

"Oh, like this is my fault?" Karen replied. "I've always walked around
that way. So do you. We all do."

"I know," Dan said. "I don't know, Honey. I don't know about this. I'm
just trying to take it all in. I didn't mean to say it was your
fault."

"It's O.K.," Karen said, pausing once again. "But, um, I'm afraid that
what happened next was totally my fault."

"What do you mean?" Dan asked.

"I swear I don't know what came over me, Dan," Karen began. "I feel
soooooo terrible. So guilty. I can't tell you how much!"

"Geez, Honey," Dan said. "What happened?"

"Well," Karen said, "Jason was talking about my panties, like I said.
He was talking about how good they felt on himself when he does it and
how much he likes the way my butt looks in them...I don't know, maybe
I was half asleep. I don't know why I did what I did." Another pause.
"Ugh! O.K., you know I normally sleep in just a big t-shirt, or
nothing. Well, when you're away, I usually put on panties and a shirt
to sleep, just in case something happens and I have to get up and do
something, so the kids don't see me running around naked."

"O.K.," Dan replied. "I'm with you so far."

"So, I was wearing my big Billabong t-shirt, from Florida, and a pair
of maroon cotton panties," Karen said. "And as Jason was laying there,
stroking his increasingly hard dick with his hand, talking about my
butt and my underwear and for some reason, I found myself slipping my
panties off. I pulled them off under the covers and handed them to
him."

"Whoooaaaaa," Dan said.

"I know, Dan!" Karen said. "I know, I'm terrible. I have no idea why I
did it. I should have told him to get the hell out of my room! I have
no idea why I didn't! I took off my damn underwear and gave it to our
son to stroke his dick with!" The words hung in the space that
separated Dan and Karen.

"Um, did he?" Dan asked.

"Yes," Karen replied. "He took them from me and smiled. Then he put
them on his cock like he did before and kept jerking himself. I was
out of my mind, Dan. I swear! I had temporary insanity." Dan made some
small grunting sounds that Karen couldn't identify. "What did you
say?" Dan didn't reply. "And then, I asked him how he liked it! I
said, 'Do they feel good, Honey? Does it feel good to rub yourself
with them?' I was fucking crazy, Dan. I have no idea what came over
me." Karen again heard noises she could not identify coming from the
phone. "Dan, are you listening?"

"Uh, yea," he replied. "G-go on, Sweetie. What happened then?"

Feeling slightly puzzled, Karen continued, "He told me they felt
really good. He thanked me for giving them to him and for being so
cool about it. He stroked faster and moaned a little. I was just
staring at him, again watching our son jerk himself in front of me.
Can you believe it? Dan?" This time Karen recognized what she heard on
the other end of the phone. "Dan! Are you getting off on this? Are
you, touching yourself?"

"Ooohhhh," Dan began. "Karen Honey, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it,
Sweetie. MMMmmmmmm, Oooohhhhh..."

"You son of a bitch!" Karen said emphatically. "I can't believe you! I
call you, all guilty, feeling like crap because I'm such a pervert,
thinking you're going to kill me! And you're sitting there getting off
on it? You're fucking worse than I am!"

"I know, Honey," Dan said breathily. "I'm terrible. We're both
terrible. But, can you get mad at me later? I am so fucking turned on.
I can't help it. What happened then? Aaaaahhhhhh...."

"You fucking idiot!" Karen said, starting to laugh slightly. "You want
to know what happened? Your son looked me right in the eye and jerked
himself off with my panties, again, in your bed! He jerked faster and
faster..."

"Yea?" Dan said.

"Yes," Karen replied. "He stroked that big dick with Mommy's panties
while Mommy watched him."

"Ohhh," Dan moaned. "Did Mommy like watching him? Ohhhhh,
fffuuuuuucckkk!"

"I'm afraid Mommy did like watching him," Karen said. "And I take it
Daddy likes hearing about it?"

"FFuuuuuuucckkkk, Yes!" Dan exclaimed. "Oh, I'm gonna cum,
aaahhhhhh..."

"That's what he did Dan," Karen said seductively. "Your son shot
another load of cum into Mommy's panties, lying on your side of the
bed. He shot his cum into my panties. Is that what you wanted to
hear?"

"YYeeessssssss!!!" Dan said as he reached his own climax. "Oh, fuck,
fuck, fuck. I can't believe you, Karen. You're so fucking hot, Honey."

"That's not exactly the reaction I expected," Karen said, clearly
relieved. "I really thought you were going to want to kick my ass or
throw me out." Dan moaned quietly as his orgasm subsided.

"Well, I probably should react differently," He said when he regained
composure. "I don't know, I guess I'm kind of taken by surprise like
you were. I don't know what to say, Honey. Boys his age are constantly
horny. And lots of boys have the hots for their moms. And not many of
them have moms that look like you."

"You think Jason has the hots for me, huh?" Karen said, somewhat
playfully. "It's so weird to think about. Did you have the hots for
your mother?"

"Honey, you've seen my mother!," Dan said. "Seriously, Karen...if she
looked like you, I just might have. But, don't worry about it, Karen,"
Dan said. "I'll be coming home tomorrow and I'll talk to him about it.
It's not the end of the world. It's not like you fucked him!" Dan
chuckled, waiting to hear his wife assure him that he she had indeed
not had sex with their son. "Karen? You didn't fuck him, right?"

"Well, no," Karen began. "But, I'm afraid the story doesn't exactly
end there, Dan."

"Oh, shit..." Dan replied.

The End
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