Chapter 11: Guys and Girls

Kerry and Dereck

Hi. I’m Kerry. If you’re following this story, you know, but if not, I’m mom to Jane and Dereck. Wife to Jack. I’m tall, blonde, built like a model. Jack and I swap with our friends from college, Bob and Ellen. Recently my life has gone off the rails. I found out my son is gay, I fucked his best friend on my kitchen floor, my daughter introduced me to lesbian sex in a store’s dressing room, and I watched my neighbor’s son fuck my husband’s ass. Now nobody knows any of this. I haven’t told anybody what I’ve done or seen.

Now my daughter is having sex with her brother. The problem with opening your sex life is that if you like it, you want more. Incest never crossed my mind till I tasted my daughter. Oh, she’s 22, an adult. Dereck is 18. Let’s not get creepy. All adults here.

So, Dereck and Jane are fucking. My shy, introverted son, is not gay; he’s bi. I hope he knows how lucky he is. I wanted to make a move, but the danger of it backfiring was not worth it. Then I got lucky.

Saturday morning, early, 7:30. Jack had taken off to play golf with his pal. You can go look back to get more on that. Jane was sleeping late. I can guess why. Zack, Dereck’s friend, and lover, then mine, and now Jane’s too (Boy must be exhausted), stays over on Friday nights in Dereck’s room. I peeked in the door once and confirmed that they were lovers. I seduced Zack the next day. Well, I know what goes on. Zack leaves Dereck and spends the night fucking Jane. Jack and I have our suite at the opposite end of the house. It’s cute how they think they’re all getting away with this.

So back to the ‘interesting morning.’ Dereck comes into the kitchen in his sleep shorts, no shirt. He is a handsome boy. I stared at the bulge in his shorts as he moved. Typically, his cock swings around a little. He has a nice one; I saw that time I peeked. Today it’s restrained. Then, as he bent to get the milk, I saw it, just the tiniest little bit of green lace at the waistband of his shorts. He had panties on. Not sure if they were mine, Jane’s, or Dereck’s, I smiled.

As Dereck came to the table, cereal bowl in one hand and coffee in the other, I pounced.

“Dereck, those shorts are looking a bit tired.”

Derek blushed, tried to get to the table. “They’re fine, mom.”

I touched his side, just above the waistband, stopping him. “No, look at them. They’re going to fall off you.” I pushed lightly on the waistband, and the green lace appeared, about an inch of panty, enough to make it obvious. Dereck froze, staring at me.

“Son, what are these?”

Let’s face it, in this circumstance, there is no answer that will not require more explanation.

Silence hung in the air for what seemed like an hour. My poor son, trying to think of something to say and crossing off each idea, fearing what was next. I broke the tension, gently pulling my son’s shorts up, looking up into his eyes with my warmest mom smile, and said. “They look very nice on you.”

Dereck sat and ate silently, blushing every time I looked at him. I broke the tension by starting a conversation in a different area, ignoring what happened.

I noticed that the next morning, Dereck was up before everybody same shorts. As he came to the table, I touched his waist, stopping him. He got that feral look again. I gently folded out the waistband, purple lace today.

“You have good taste.”

Dereck ate, we talked, but I could see I was being examined. Maybe for him, at that point when you have committed incest with your sister, and now mom is acting funny, you look at her differently. I hope so.

So, next morning I wore a silky Asian robe, the one I wear after we do wife-swapping. It’s short, silky, you get it. Of course, I had panties on but no bra. My boobs are small enough that I don’t need one.

Today, Dereck paused in front of me. I leaned forward, letting the robe gap and exposing my hard B-cup breasts. My nipple had been hard since I got up. As I touched his waist, ignoring that he had stopped, anticipating, I heard him gasp, and as I tucked my finger in to expose the panty lace de jour, I saw his cock flinch and grow. This is going to be so much fun.

“Mmmm, pink today. Takes a real man to wear pink.”

I re-adjusted the waistband and smiled up at him, staring at my naked breasts, savoring the growing bulge inches from my hungry mouth.

Now, for the rest of each of these days, it was normal. Dereck stared a little more but behaved. I didn’t. Loose shorts, no bra. My poor son got a lot of peeks at my panties.

Sorry this is taking so long, but I have to admit I was so enjoying dragging it out.

Morning, me, in the Asian robe, tie undone today, sipping my coffee. Dereck comes in, and his waistband is lower. I can see an inch of mint green panty. Bold child.

Now, my little boobs are not fully exposed, but with the robe open, one or the other says hello when I move. I’m facing the table, and I sense him coming and swing to my left to catch him as he pauses. I don’t want to make him wait. My robe opens, and my left breast is exposed. As Dereck stops, I hear him gasp. I ignore it and touch his waist, faking stopping him. I run my finger inside the waistband of his shorts but outside the panties.

“A different style. You’ve been shopping.”

Dereck says nothing, cereal bowl in one hand, coffee in the other. As I make my next move, my robe opens, and boob number two says hello.

“Um, mom, your, um, robe.”

I look down at my cute little boobs with the rock-hard half-inch nipples.

“Oh, well, you’ve seen them now, the tiny things that they are.”

Dereck, breathing deeply. ‘Um, they, um, look nice, mom.”

“Why thank you, son. No point in covering them up, then. You’re the only one I wore a robe for anyway.”

My son had an erection. I’d been watching it grow as he stood there. The smooth fat head sticking above the lace waistband. He was blushing, but he made no attempt to move. My fingers are still inside the sleep shorts, but my finger grazes the tip of my son’s magnificent cock. I press them lower. “So, how do they look?”

Dereck is appalled, confused, and hard. I push the shorts down a little. The head of his cock is over the waistband and dripping. I ignore it. I have his shorts just a few inches lower. I leave them.

“I must say, son, you look good in this stuff.”

I pull up his shorts and turn back to my coffee, fighting my laughter.

The rest of the day passed without anything worth mentioning.

Now, it’s Saturday. Jane and Zack were out last night, didn’t come home. Jane texted me, “At Zack’s, fucking. Love you, mom.” I love that girl.

Jack was on a business trip. Yup, just me and the boy. In the kitchen, no robe, just my fav G-string panty, preparing to torment and seduce my shy son.

I heard his door and his feet on the carpet. I sipped my coffee, then looked up. Nearly spit it out. Dereck, in just a VS tan thong, his cock bulging but not hard. I looked at his face. He was biting his lip, avoiding my gaze. The little bastard has more sand than I imagined. He went for his coffee. “You look pretty today, mom.”

I’m stunned as I look at my son’s hard swimming ass bisected by the thin strip of tan fabric, making him look naked.

“Thank you, son. You’re looking comfortable today.”

Dereck filled his coffee and moved in front of me, bowl and mug in hand, paused. I turned, spread my legs a little, giving him a view of cotton-covered pussy. I reached out and touched the front of his thigh.

“I forgot you have to shave for the swim team. You look like when I used to bathe you.”

Dereck had an erection. The head of his cock, bigger than Jack’s, stuck proudly out of the top of the panty. I looked up at his smiling face.

“Well, something changed. But you know what I mean.”

Dereck blushed but said nothing. I leaned back, opened my legs wider. My son’s eyes riveted on the apex of my thighs. I had chosen light blue because it shows the color change when I get wet, and I was wet. I ran my hand over the top inside of my thigh, pulling the pubic hair that escaped from the tiny triangle covering my pussy.