Bab 2152: MOM'S SURPRISE
A week ago, I would never have believed it if you told me I'd be kneeling in front of my lovely mother, looking up her dress, planning to do what I did for her.
I was raised in a very conservative home with pretty typical conservative values. There is nothing in my teenage years to suggest what was going to happen. My parents were in love until Dad was killed in an accident. In high school, I was surrounded by a group of friends, busy with school, college applications, an affectionate girlfriend, and my last year on the swim team, my third year going to State.
It's just that right before Christmas break, my girlfriend, Shari, dumped me. Thankfully, it was after the State Finals in which I placed in individual butterfly and medley events. She'd been whispering with my best friend, Steve, and I never added two and two together. When I was hit with the truth of the matter, it was right between the eyes. She was very matter-of-fact about it, returning my ring and retrieving a few things she's left at my house.
Steve was painfully bashful about his good fortune, now dating one of the prettiest girls in school. I was numb at first until I understood the situation and then I was pissed. I told them both to go to hell and I threw the ring in her face. She turned to Steve, who cradled her in his arms, telling me to "Chill out, Dude. She doesn't want you, so just deal with it."
I managed to avoid getting into a fight only be the grace of two of my friends from the swim team, Jonathon and Bill, who held me back. I had murder in my eyes and they saw it.
"Hold on, Matty, don't go there. If you hurt either of them, you get expelled for fighting and you don't graduate and you don't get a scholarship just for looking good in a Speedo. Steve, get the skank out of here. We'll take care of Lover Boy."
Steve didn't care for the slur on his new girlfriend's character, but he saw the wisdom of a fast getaway, so they made tracks and my buddies managed to talk me down enough so I could go to my next class and finish the day. Jonathon met me at my locker after the last period and walked with me out to the parking lot, asking me for a ride home.
He usually drives his own car, but I guess he was still trying to keep me out of trouble. We saw Steve and my new ex holding hands as they walked to his car. He held me up until they cleared the parking lot and then he gave me directions to his house. By the time we got there, I'd cooled down.
"Want to come in for a Coke or something?"
"Nah, I'm okay now. She ain't worth it. She's been telling me lies and I think she took $20 out of my wallet. Good riddance. Steve will find out, but that's his problem now"
"Fo shizzle. You sure you don't need a Coke?"
"Nope. I'm going home. I have to finish a paper for Sociology and get some sleep tonight. Thanks, Dude."
"We got your back, man. Don't forget it."
We fist bumped and hugged for a second. "Never. I got yours, too."
He grinned. "I know, Dude. See you at school tomorrow."
"See you!"
I drove home and parked in the driveway. I saw mom had already gotten home from work. Her car was in the garage. I grabbed my backpack and went inside.
"Hey. Mom, I'm home!"
"Hi, honey! How was your day?"
I dropped my pack on my bed and I hung my jacket on the coat hook on my door.
I wandered to the kitchen where mom was busy chopping up veggies for supper. "Oh, it kinda sucked, mom. Shari dumped me and she's seeing Steve."
Mom stopped chopping and looked up at me in concern. "That's kind of sudden, isn't it? I thought you and she were getting along really nicely. Weren't you planning to marry or live together or something?"
"Yeah. That's all in the dumpster now."
"Steve? Your best friend? That's pretty cold, dear."
I grabbed a carrot and began crunching it. I dodged mom's hand. Thankfully, not the hand with the knife in it. "Yep. It sucks pretty bad."
Mom put her knife down and dried her hands on the little towel and she put her arms around me and gave me a hug. I rested my chin on her head for a second and then kissed her there.
"I'm so sorry, dear. I rather liked her, too. I guess she fooled both of us. It's better you find out now than after you've signed a lease or something. You're better off without her."
"Yeah, I guess so, but it still sucks."
She kissed my cheek and squeezed me tight for a second and then went back to making supper. I brought one of my books I had to read for school and sat at the table while mom worked. She's a very pretty woman and she's been my world since dad died when I was six years old. She pretty much raised me all by herself and I think she did a pretty good job of it.
She still works full time as a paralegal for a big law firm in town. Sometimes, if she's helping one of the lawyers prep for a trial, it can be a lot more than forty hours. Dad's insurance didn't leave us a lot, so she had to start work right after the funeral. I've always thought her salary could have been better, but she keeps reminding me that she's not a lawyer. I've tried to convince her to go to law school. I'm sure she'd be good at it, but she says she doesn't want to work that hard.
Anyway, she changed from her work clothes when she came home. She was wearing yoga pants, a tee shirt, and she had her hair in a ponytail. Mom works out regularly and she looks really good. We've had people ask if I were her brother. She likes that!
After a nice meal, I went to my room and did my homework. Mom knocked on my door at about 9:00. I didn't have much left to do on the paper I was writing, so I was about ready for a break.
"Honey, I made something special for you. Take a study break and come to the kitchen for a treat."
I could smell them before I got there. She made my favorite treat, cinnamon rolls. I just absolutely love cinnamon rolls and she makes them for me sometimes on special occasions. I got there just as she was cutting one out of the pan to put on a plate for me.
"Mom, you're the best mom ever made! This is amazing! Thank you very much!"
She gave me a hug and a kiss. "You're welcome, honey. Anything for my special boy!"
She poured a glass of milk for me and brewed a cup of her favorite tea and we sat and munched the goodies together. It didn't take me long to polish mine off. "Save me one for breakfast?"
She chuckled warmly. "Of course, honey. The rest I'll take into work. That way I can't get fat on the leftovers."
"Mom, you'll never get fat. You're amazing."
She shook her head. "My love, if I ate like you do, I'd weight as much as you do and I'm only 5'2" tall. I'm going to have to work out extra for this, but it's worth it. What's life if you can't have a treat now and then? Pretty boring, right?"
I grinned at her. "Yep. You're always right, mom. Thank you again. I can't tell you how much I love you."
"I love you, too, dearest son. I'll take care of the dishes. You go back and finish your paper, okay?"
"Thanks, mom! Good night!"
I only had about a half hour's work left on my paper and then to proof read it. Mom usually does that for me, so I left it out for her on the kitchen table. She can edit it and I'll make the changes and turn it in tomorrow. I have no idea what I'll do without her in college. I hear there's a lot more work you have to do there.
I got it printed and put a sticky note on it and left it on the table, which mom had cleared and cleaned up. She must have gone to bed. She gets up early for work, usually. Turning, I saw her gym bag sitting behind one of the chairs in the living room. I didn't pay it any mind, but I was surprised. She usually puts her dirty things in the laundry and puts clean things in for tomorrow's workout.
Thinking about it a little more, I looked inside and on the top I saw the sports bra and panties she'd worn. They looked pretty well worn and I was curious, so I bent over and picked up her panties and looked at them. She wears pretty plain cotton panties for her workouts. These were white and pretty much unadorned, a little bigger than bikinis. I'm not sure what they call them, but they give more coverage front and back, but they're not really granny panties.
I felt moisture and my first response was "ewww". Looking at them, I spotted some of the same kind of discharge I've been seeing in Shari's panties when we were getting close and intimate. I figured mom was a normal, healthy woman and hadn't been dating much. I was pretty sure I'd gotten laid more than she had in the past year. As I thought about it, I realized it wasn't quite fair. I had fun sex with my girlfriend and mom didn't get to have any. I guess it was because she was being mom, making a living for us, and always available for whatever I needed.
I began to feel guilty about that. She was the most generous, wonderful, loving person I knew. She should get good things and meet good guys and have fun sex, too. I guess I've been a little selfish. Hell, I've been a lot selfish. I don't come home and ask how her day is, but she always asks me about mine. I haven't done anything to make her life nicer, she's always been the one to make sure I have a good life. I just didn't know what I could do to make things better for her.
I looked at her panties again and I began to think she should be able to have fun when she wants to. Of course, when I'm away at college, she'll have all the freedom in the world to begin to date or at least go out and do fun things, even if it's just with her girl friends. I wasn't sure she had many of them, either.
As I idly considered what I could do for her, I took a sniff of her panties. I'd never done that with any panties I'd encountered, even Shari's. It just woke me up and I had an instant boner. I don't think I've ever gotten fully hard and stiff so fast in my life. I took another sniff and I was throbbing. Shit, I needed to rub one out or else I'd never get to sleep.
I wasn't thinking. I tucked her panties into the pocket of my jeans and went to my room, closing the door behind me. It never occurred to me that she could come out of her room and want to do her laundry or something. I just took her soiled undies out of my pocket and sniffed them again. Shit, I was horny as hell!
In a minute, I had my tee and jeans off and my boxers on the floor. I stood sniffing her again and again. I touched my cock and it felt amazingly good. It was dripping precum and, without thinking, I wiped it onto her panties. Next, I wrapped them around my cock and began to stroke myself. It was a pretty quick thing. I shot ropes of my cum that landed on my bed, my carpet, and on my hand. Some got on mom's panties, too, and that was a surprising turnon for me. I wiped my cock off completely with her panties and then I felt the guilt.
Shit, I'd just messed up mom's panties and I was sure she'd notice it, but I didn't know what to do. I looked around my room a few times, looking at everything I could. I saw the box of tissues on my desk and took a couple out and mopped up her panties with them, taking up as much of my cum as I could. I looked at them and they didn't look much different, so I decided to try to put them back into mom's gym bag.
I couldn't remember how she'd had them. Were they folded? How? Were they just wadded up and stuffed in there? Would she notice if they weren't different? Shit, shit, shit! What would she do it they weren't how she left them? Would she talk to me about it? I just didn't know, but I had to make a decision quick. I needed to go to sleep and get some rest. Orgasms always make me tired and sleepy. I guess that's why guys fall asleep after sex.
I finally decided that since mom is a pretty neat person, I'd just try to fold them up the way she might. I looked in my drawer and saw how she folds my briefs and I did that with her panties and I sneaked out in my boxers to put them back. The house was silent and there wasn't any light under mom's door, so I figured I'd put them back and she wouldn't notice.
I got back to bed and I wasn't discovered, so I breathed a sigh of relief and promised myself I wouldn't do that again. I got to sleep pretty quickly and woke up with my alarm in the morning. I did my triple-S thing (shit, shave, and shower) and got dressed. I made the corrections to my paper that mom had marked and reprinted it to turn in. True to her promise, she left me a cinnamon roll and I had it with a glass of milk before I went off to school.
I was thinking most of the day about what I could do about mom's problem. I finally decided to ask Ms. Heath, the Librarian. She was always easy to talk to and she had lots of information, since she about owned the Library.
After my last period class, I knocked on her office door and she invited me it.
"Ms. Heath, I have a problem and I'm looking for ideas how to solve it."
She smiled and invited me to sit.
"Well, you see, it's my mother. She's been raising me since I was a little kid and I don't think she has much fun. She doesn't have a boyfriend or anything and all she seems to do is to do stuff for me and I think it's kind of selfish to expect her to do that forever. I don't know how to tell her it's okay to go on dates and to have fun and to go out and stuff."
She thought about it for a moment and she grinned. "The greatest reward in our profession is seeing our students begin to grow up and start thinking beyond the confines of their lives. I first have to tell you you're a rare breed, Matt. Most students don't have that spark of inspiration for many years yet.
"So, what makes you think your mom is unfulfilled by her current life?"
That one stopped me. "Well, I've been dating and having fun with my girl friend and I just kind of thought that mom hasn't had that kind of fun at all, as far as I know. She does all the house work and laundry and I just think it's not very fair."
"Are you sure she wants that kind of fun? Some people are happier without the complications of such a close relationship. They find other ways to release their energies.
"As for housework, laundry, and all that, I'd suggest you ask her to teach you how to do those things and reduce her workload. I promise you that any mom will be thrilled to have a teenaged child who wants to do his own washing and cleaning.
"Do you help clean up the house? Do the vacuuming? Wash floors? Cook or clean in the kitchen? All of those things, shared, will make your mom believe you are the Second Coming. Do them reliably and she will know you are heaven-sent."
I thought about that for a moment, feeling like I'd opened Pandora's box. I think the social thing was what bothered me most, but I had no clue about how to address it.
"Ms. Heath, that all makes a lot of sense. I still don't understand how to deal with the first thing. Could she be shy about bringing a boyfriend home or something?"
She chuckled gently. Touching my hand, she looked me right in the eyes. "Matt, some of those questions are simply none of your business, you know. Her social life, her sex life, is her own and not your concern. She's a grown woman and able to go out and meet people to date if she wants. She's a very pretty woman. She can attract many different men or women, if that's her interest. Regardless, it's not your concern and it's nobody else's concern, if she doesn't want it to be. Can you accept that?"
I felt like I'd been chewed out by the Coach, but in a much more gentle way. I knew I'd gotten as much of an answer as I was going to, at least from Ms. Heath. I took her hand and smiled. "Thank you, Ms. Heath. I'll start asking her to let me help. That's a good idea. Thank you very much."
She stood as I got up to go. "Matt, you're simply a wonderful young man. Not a boy, mind you, but a man is a male who will step up to his responsibilities and do what he's supposed to do. I'm very proud of you. I know your mom will be, too. If I can help you in any way, please see me any time. I really hope you do. I want to see how you do."
I felt good after chatting with her, but at the same time, I felt guilty that I hadn't been doing my share. I left and got my things from my locker and drove home.
I beat mom home and took a look around to see what I could so. As usual, the house was really neat. I told you mom's a clean freak. I wasn't sure what she planned for supper and I realized I didn't really have a clue about how to plan a meal.
I shrugged my shoulders and called mom. "Hi, mom. What are we having for dinner? Can I help?"
"Hi, honey. Are you hungry? There are sandwich makings in the fridge if you like."
"No, I just wanted to help. Is there something I can do to help you?"
There was a brief silence as she thought about it. "Do you think you could make a salad? There's stuff in the fridge for that. I might be a little late getting home form work. I have to go to a meeting. I was thinking of just calling for a pizza to be delivered when I'm about to leave the office. Would that be okay for you?"
I grinned. "Yeah, that would be awesome. You know how much I love pizza. Would you get some pepperoni on it?"
She chuckled. "Of course. Don't I always? Thanks for offering to help, love. You're the best kid I've ever had."
I laughed at that. "I'm the only kid you ever had, mom, unless there's something you haven't told me."
"Nope, you're it, kiddo. You're stuck with one mom, too, so I'll see you when I get home. Maybe 6:30 or so. I gotta run. Bye bye!"
"Bye, mom." She didn't hear me. She must have been in a rush. She clicked off fast.
Okay, I went to the fridge and pulled out salad making stuff. Lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, celery, and peppers. That should do it. I found a bottle of Italian salad dressing, but we always dress our own salads. I got busy and, in about 20 minutes, I had a salad put together, covered, and in the fridge.
Well, that was easy. I had some reading to do for school, so I went to my room and got my books out and my highlighter. I managed to get some reading done, but by 4:30, I was bored with it. I wandered around and found myself in mom's room. I got to wondering and thinking about what her sex life must be like.
So, like most kids do, I started to snoop. I looked in her bedside table, finding a few women's magazines and a box of tissues. I looked in her dresser where the top drawer turned out to be her panty and bra drawer. There were two basic kinds there. Sports bras and the plain cotton panties she wears to the gym and some much nicer things she wears to work in. She must have put something "perfumey" in there. Her panties smelled nice. I picked up the top pair and saw how she folded it again. It was always the same way. Her things were really pretty with different patterns, different styles, and lace. I unfolded it and saw that it had a lot less coverage than her workout panties do. I thought it was very pretty.
I couldn't help myself, though. I had to sniff her panties. All I could smell was the laundry soap she uses and the perfume stuff in her drawer. I didn't smell any of the aroma that had turned me on so last night. I folded her panties up and put them back where I'd found them. I still felt a nice sense of arousal just holding her panties.
Just feeling around, I felt some hard objects under her underwear. I carefully lifted the stack and found an artificial penis. It was about the size of mine when I was hard. I sniffed it and was again disappointed. She must have cleaned it since she last used it. I carefully replaced it. I looked at one of her bras and realized it matched up with the top pair of panties. It had the same pattern and the same kind of lace. The cups were padded by about 3/8 inch of some kind of foam. I thought about that for a second. Oh, yeah. It's so nobody can see her nipples through her blouse at work.
She had more lingerie in another drawer. That looked lighter weight and wasn't as well padded. I guessed that was for summer or just when she dressed informally. In other drawers, I found some little slips, various other kinds of lingerie such as a long line bra and stockings and pantyhose. The bottom drawers held tee shirts, shorts, jeans, sweaters, and so on.Handling her lingerie was nice. It just felt nice on my hands, so smooth and soft. I thought it must be nice to be able to wear things like that. In some ways, girls have it good.
I went into her master bathroom and saw her laundry hamper. I was tempted to try my experiment of last night again. My hand was trembling a little as I lifted the lid of her hamper. Things were less organized and I could see a few different sets of lingerie, some nice and some from the gym like yesterday. I pulled out a pretty lacy panty and inspected it. There were the stains of her cream inside. I felt the material and found it was dry. I still had the compulsion to sniff her panty. It was very nice, more like what I'd found yesterday. Again the amazing smell of her panties gave me a very nice hardon. There wasn't as much material in front of these panties as there was in her gym shorts, but it felt even nicer.
I sniffed it again and felt even more turned on. I tried rubbing it against my hard cock and I loved the way it felt on me. I tried rubbing it on my cheek and I loved the sensation. I went back to rubbing my cock with mom's panties. It didn't take me long to come to a very nice orgasm, shooting my load into mom's panties.
I managed to mop up my mess with some toilet paper and flushed it as I pulled my jeans and boxers back up. I pushed her panties back into the hamper and closed it. I looked around and made sure I left things as I'd found them. I knew I'd found my surrogate girlfriend in mom's hamper. I figured that if I kept cleaning up after myself, I could get away with it and enjoy myself without the hassle of dating a girl. I wasn't ready for that after Shari threw me under the bus.
Mom got home just before 7:00 as the pizza delivery girl walked up to the door. She paid for the pie and tipped her well. Mom always left good tips. She said she remembered working for tips and how hard it always was to get ahead.
I pulled the salad and dressing out of the fridge, got plates and napkins, and set the table as she changed out of her work things into a more comfortable outfit. She was pleased and I stood up to give her a big hug and tell her I loved her.
She grinned at me. "Is this my son or are you a changeling?"
"Nope, the Fae Folk left me here and said to 'keep the changeling'."
Mom groaned and sat down with me to wolf down some of our favorite pizza. She only had one piece and I polished off three. I could have eaten more, but I didn't want to look greedy.
"How was work today, mom?"
She looked surprised for a second. "Are you really my son?"
I leaned over to hug her and give her a kiss. "Yes, I'm still yours and you always ask me about my day. I just wanted to let you tell me about yours. I love you so much and I care about you a lot, mom."
"My son, I love you more than anything. Thank you for asking. It was a long day, as you already know. My boss needed me to do a pile of research for him, so I worked my fingers to the bone on the computer, but I think I found the precedents he needed for his case. It's going to be a tough one, but if he wins, the firm will do really well. I might even get a bonus and buy you something you want."
I smiled and kissed her cheek. "The only thing I want is for my mom to be the happiest woman ever. You should buy something for yourself. I'm pretty well set up, I think."
She took my hand and held it to her cheek after kissing my palm. I saw the tears in her eyes and I touched her cheek softly. I found myself leaking a tear, too. I tried to hide it from her, but my mom notices everything. "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, son. Thank you. I love you."
I grinned at her. "I love you, too, mom. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
"Darling, my life is filled with trivial things. Everything is meaningless except for you. I deal with the trivia and I do a good job of it, but that's only so I can give you a good start in life. Your successes are my crown. Everything else is window dressing."
I leaned over to give her a shoulder hug and we ended up crying. Our tears streaked our cheeks and we started laughing at the sight of each other's faces. "Why are we crying, mom? I love you and I'm so happy. I never understood this until now. Did I have to lose something to understand?"
She wiped her tears and her nose on her napkin and nodded, smiling. "I guess so, my love. Losing Shari hurt, didn't it?"
"Yeah, but I think I'm over her now. I have a really good life, mom. I'm so lucky."
"It can be that way, dear. When I lost your father, I thought my life was over, except you were there and I had to care for you. There was nobody else. Being your mom has been the best thing I could possibly have done. You literally saved my life. I was that close to taking a bottle of pills and killing myself. I thank the Lord every day that I have you and so much to look forward to. You'll find a good woman and make grandchildren for me to spoil some day. For now, your happiness makes me happy, son."
I laughed. "I think we're going around in circles, mom. I'm happy because you're happy because I'm happy."
"It's not a zero sum game, love. On any given day, either of us can bring something that adds to our joy, or both of us can. Even on a day that both of us feel badly, we bring something to each other to make it more bearable. I think that's the essence of love. That, and the need to see to the well-being of the other. I love you and I know you love me. It magnifies and ramifies and we both get better because of it. I'd never thought I could have such a good life as I have with you, even knowing you must go away to learn and to find love and to continue your happiness with others. That will make me happy, too, you know."
I had pretty much given the thought of my going away to college on the back burner. I accepted it as the normal course of events. I go to college, learn a lot of stuff, get a great job and a great life. Mom just reminded me that we will part ways. That hit me hard at that moment.
"Mom, I don't want to think about moving away from you. You're my life."
She chuckled, but in a kindly way. "My dearest son, you will be back during school holidays and summers for a few years, but this is what you have to do or I've failed. My job is to launch you out of the nest with the tools and skills to survive and thrive. If I do less, I'll be very sad. You'll always be my son, even when you're a big-time leader at age fifty, the boy I nursed, held in my lap, whose skinned knees I painted with antiseptic, and whose successes I celebrated. I always will. Nothing will make me happier than your success and what you're going to accomplish.
"In time, you will find the girl who will love you even more than I do, who will bear you children, my grandchildren, and who will give you everything. Remember to give everything back to her in full measure. She will deserve it more than you will possibly know. For now, come here and give me a hug. I love you always, darling."
We hugged and I kissed her cheek, tasting her tears. I knew I was really the luckiest guy ever.
The next day, mom was working late, as usual and I was bored, having finished my homework. I found myself in her bathroom again, looking into her hamper. The overall aroma was of my mom. Her perfume and just her smell that I loved so much. She'd left a very pretty pair of panties on top. Probably the ones she wore to work yesterday. They were a pale green in color, bikini cut, and they had some pretty cutouts with lace on them. I'm sure they were totally sexy on my mom's great body. I looked inside them and I saw her cream. There seemed to be more than usual in them and I was very excited. I had an exquisitely hard erection in no time.
I opened my jeans and pulled my cock out of my boxers, enjoying the precum that began to form at my tip. I wiped that off with her panties and that turned me on even more. I took a little taste from her panties and began to jack off. I tried to extend it as long as I could, but edging seemed out of the question. I noticed that I'd cleaned her juice from her panties as I jacked my cock and it didn't take me long at all to shoot, catching as much as I could in her panties. I wrapped her underwear around my cock, enjoying the sensation of the slippery nylon covered in my juicy cum around my organ.
I realized that I was thinking of mom as I masturbated into her panties. I imagined she caught me and gave me her special smile before she wrapped one of her beautiful hands around me to help me get off and at the moment she said, "I love you, Mattie", I shot my load.
It was really the first time she starred in my fantasies like that and I was ashamed and turned on at the same time by it. I didn't lose my erection. I felt like I could go on to another one pretty quick. I fished around for a pair of her workout panties to enjoy and I put them on over my head to get the full experience as I jacked into the panties I'd already shot my sperm into.
It took only a little longer, but I shot a second load and I felt pretty well spent. I put her things back into the hamper after I'd cleaned up my double shot from her pretty green bikini and carefully cleaned up after myself.
I felt guilty again, but I knew I was powerless to stop. My addiction claimed me and I knew I'd be back there every day I possibly could. I had to have mom's panties and I had to taste her on them. I'd considered jacking into her clean panty drawer, but I really felt that would be disrespectful. I rejected that one out of hand. I'd continue to enjoy her dirty panties as I could, for as long as I could. I decided the hardest thing about moving to the college dorm would be missing mom's laundry basket. I hoped any girls I dated were as fragrant and delicious as my mother.
The turning point in our relationship came one evening. Mom and I were watching TV after a long day at work. She had not yet changed out of her work clothes. She had on a classic skirt suit and she was sitting on the couch. I was on an easy chair that faced about 90 degrees from the couch as part of a conversation circle in our living room.
Mom was clearly tired and she sat carelessly, letting her thighs drift apart as her skirt worked its way up her thigh. I could see her panties through her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. She had on a pair of pretty bikini panties in pink. I assumed her bra matched under her blouse. She almost always wore matching underwear. I believe that helped her feel more completely put together.
I came to realize some difficult facts. Firstly, I could see mom's panties up her skirt. Secondly, they were a pair I'd previously enjoyed from her hamper. I know, because I have spent time studying the contents of her panty drawer and I'd shot into these panties more than once. Thirdly, I had a raging erection seeing these panties. I hadn't had the chance to jack off that day. I was home late and mom got off work earlier than usual. Fourthly, my mom is a very attractive woman. It's not just my opinion as I'd been doing sexy things with her lingerie, but I've seen other guys checking her out, especially her legs. She has legs to die for. Fifth, I still had a very hard cock and I wanted to relieve the tension in my jeans.
I excused myself and walked to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. It didn't take long for me to have my jeans unzipped and my boxers down while I began to stroke my cock. I was already leaking precum and the vision of her panties stretched over her mons made my masturbation especially energetic.
I was pretty far along, beginning to feel the start of my inevitable orgasm when there came a knock on the door. I tried to ignore her. It could only be my mom, after all. She was insistent. "Matty, may I give you something?"
I grumbled something and pulled my jeans up to hide what I'd been doing. My door opened just enough to admit a feminine hand holding a pair of pink panties. "Here, darling, these may help."
I was deeply astonished. I couldn't say a thing. The object of my desire was being handed to me. She wiggled her hand, waving the panties. "It's all right, darling. I'm very flattered, so I thought I'd make this easy for you. Please enjoy them as you always do."
My secret was clearly outed. She waved her panties at me again and I took them gently, almost reverently. Mom simply said, "I love you, dearest son. Please enjoy these for me."
The shock of her intrusion made me lose my erection. Well, almost, anyway. As I took her offering, she politely and considerately closed my door and left me alone with her prize. They were still warm and clearly held her pussy juice and they smelled fresh in a way I can't clearly articulate, but they were the freshest panties I'd ever had. I took a deep sniff and my erection was back to full hardness. I took a little taste with just the tip of my tongue. It was heavenly. In rather short order, I was rapidly jerking on my dick as I sniffed and tasted the juices in her panties. All I could see in my mind's eye was the image of her panties under her skirt and then figuring she must have taken both her pantyhose and panties off at the same time. I was thinking about her getting up from the couch, her skirt falling into place as she padded to my bedroom in bare feet to hand me this treasure.
I shot a particularly heavy load of semen into her panties and stood, panting, mopping up my ejaculate with my favorite panties. Favorite? Of course. They would always be, because they were the first my mother had ever given me from her own hand. I was sure I'd been found out long ago, but she decided discretion was truly the game and kept my secret and her counsel close to the chest.
I pulled my boxers and jeans back up and fastened them. I took her panties to the bathroom to clean them as I usually did, but I found a note in her hand:
Dearest Son,
Please don't bother with cleaning my clothes as usual. I really am flattered that you find such stimulation and gratification with an old woman's panties. Thank you for the care you've shown my delicate things. I want to enjoy and appreciate what you do with them. You may leave them here or in my hamper in the morning. I'll collect them before I leave for work.
We should talk about this, but I don't want you to feel at all guilty for what is basically a normal act and an obviously affectionate one as well. I will take you to dinner on Friday night at our favorite place, obviously it will be my treat. I'll wear something I know you like and you may look forward to enjoying my things whenever you like.
I love you more than I can say in a simple note.
Mom
At first, I didn't know what to do, but I finally decided the best thing would be to tell her how much I love her and to go to dinner with her. I got a pen and wrote on the note she'd left me:
Dear Mom,
I would love to go to dinner with you any time. I love you more than I can say.
Matt
I left the note for her on her vanity in her bedroom. The fact is, I was very horny and very turned on, remembering my mother's act of giving me her wet panties. The thought of her lifting her skirt to take her panties off for her horny son was overwhelming. I've heard of mothers who have actual sex with their sons, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted my mom to continue to share her intimate things with me, to let me use her panties for my own satisfaction.
The thought occurred to me that I didn't know what mom did for her own satisfaction. I'm pretty sure she hasn't been dating anybody. Her job keeps her very busy and she works late hours more often than not. She once told me that her long hours paid off for her. Her law firm had to pay the paralegals overtime, that was time-and-a-half after forty hours and double time for weekend and holiday pay.
Ironically, the paralegals and clerical workers at the firm had to hire an attorney to take their case to the Labor Commission. That year she got an amazing Christmas bonus and was able to buy us things we couldn't have afforded on her straight pay. Since, she tells me she has been able to sock a lot of money away for my college education and for her retirement. We've even been able to take some nice vacations. Anyway, mom knows that she has a great deal and she really works hard and studies hard to be the best paralegal in the firm. The lawyers seem to think so. They sometimes argue over who gets to have mom working on their cases. The result is, she makes good money and she can afford the nicest lingerie and now she's going to share that with me! On purpose!
I had a few hours before I had to get to a class and my homework was caught up. I opened mom's hamper and saw an envelope on top of her things. It had my name on it. With trembling fingers, I opened the flap of the envelope and removed a note card that just had mom's name printed on the cover.
Dearest Son,
Know that I love you more than anybody in the world. As much as I treasured your father, I find that I love you even more than I loved him. I'm looking forward to our dinner on Friday. We have so many things to talk about, but the first thing you have to know is that I love you. I think I understand what drives you to come here and do what you do. What's mine is yours. Please enjoy yourself and don't feel any guilt about it.
Your loving Mother
It was a different thing borrowing mom's things secretly (I thought) than with her blessing. I was sure she knew what I'd be doing when she left for work and now she said I could do what I like. That didn't seem to take any of the starch out of my cock, though. They say a hard cock has no conscience and I guess that's really true. On the top of her dirty things was a really lovely bra and panty set in pale blue that I've always fancied. Now, though, the panty was nicely folded and tucked into the cup of her bra as though it was left there for me to find.
I opened the bra and looked into the crotch of the panties, finding as nice a collection of mom's juice as I'd ever seen. Her bra was not conspicuously soiled, but it had a lovely aroma of my favorite perfume. I can take a hint. I pulled my hard cock out and began to wrap her pretty panties around it. As I started to leisurely stroke myself, I held her bra to my face with my other hand to enjoy her perfume.
I swear some perfumes are made for sex. I think the flowery scents are camouflage for what underpins it, a musky aroma that subtly makes you want to fuck. Hormones? Pheromones? Secret ingredient X? I don't know, but the smell of her perfume, along with her own aroma are guaranteed to make me hotter than a firecracker.
I had to slow down and I took a moment to raise mom's panties to my face. I love the feeling of her silky things on my skin. The smell of her sex, of course, drives me crazy. As I enjoyed her panties, I moved her bra down to my cock to collect a little of my precum, rubbing a cup over my cock and balls.
The image of my mom's panties seen up her skirt returned. That about did it for me. I began to feel a familiar pulsing and throbbing in my cock, tightening in my balls, and then I exploded, sending my seed into the cup of her bra for the first time as I licked and sucked on the gusset of her panties.
There was quite a little puddle of my semen in the cup of her bra. My first thought was to clean it up and wash her lingerie right away, but I had a naughty thought. I decided to soak the gusset of those panties in my juices and put them back into the bra, neatly folded and tucked away. I wasn't sure what my mom would do, but I could always go back to cleaning her things for her.Friday finally arrived. I worked diligently to take care of everything I had to do so that I'd be able to give mom my full attention. Right before I expected her home, I took a long shower, paying special care to clean myself thoroughly. I put on a silk boxer and a very nice white shirt. I wore a classy suit I'd gotten for special occasions and a red silk tie. Finally, my patent leather shoes. I looked in the mirror and I don't think I've ever looked better. I had a date with the woman I most loved in the universe.Mom got home about when she thought she would. I noticed she was wearing a very classy navy blue sheath, sheer hosiery, and navy heels. I gave her a big hug when she came in and she kissed me on my cheek. "You look wonderful, darling. Let me freshen up a bit and we'll go out, okay?"
I thought she looked wonderful as she was, but I never argue when a girl wants to look her best. After all, I tried to look as good as possible, too.
I nodded and lightly squeezed her hand, earning a loving smile. She went into her room and I tried to wait as patiently as I could in the living room for her. She really didn't take too long. She put on more jewelry than she wore to work and she had fixed her hair and her makeup and I decided she was simply gorgeous. Oh, yeah, she put on more of my favorite perfume. Just smelling her made me feel high.
With a smile, she tossed me her car keys. "You drive, darling. I need to unwind a little bit."
We locked the front door on our way out and I clicked the button on the car's key fob to unlock it. Mom trained me to always be a gentleman. I opened the car door for her and she smiled and kissed my cheek again. Sitting in the passenger seat, she let her legs open widely for me to see her treasures as she slowly got into the car. Up her dress, I saw the blue panties I'd enjoyed the other day and my cock was instantly at full attention.
I took my time getting into the car and adjusting my safety belt, looking at her legs. In my excitement about her panties, I almost neglected to notice she was wearing thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose. The hem of her dress had ridden up just enough to show me a hint of her stocking top and she magnified the tease by letting her thighs relax and part. She smiled at me lovingly. "Do you know the way to Chef Louis' restaurant, dearest?"
I shook my head to clear it. "Yes, mom. It's just downtown."
She smiled at me and patted my hand as I shifted the car into reverse, backing out of the driveway. We chatted about little things, about our respective days, our thoughts about a news item, and other things I just don't remember. I had a tough time keeping my eyes on the road. What I really wanted to see was literally at arm's length and there was no polite, gentlemanly way for me to see it again.
At the restaurant, I handed the key fob to the valet and walked around to the passenger side. The attendant had opened her door, but she smiled and waved him off. She was waiting for me. With a feeling of superiority, I stepped up to take mom's hand and to help her out of the car. She reversed the little show she'd given me at home, opening her legs more widely than necessary and using my hand for leverage to get out of her seat. I caught another glimpse of those lovely panties, noticing the way her stocking tops came up almost all the way to her panties. She rocked my world yet again.
Mom was clearly enjoying our date. She had never seemed so relaxed and her smile simply lit up my world as well. We were seated in a secluded corner and I began to realize that I could not hear more than a murmur from other diners. The general background noise of the place was artfully restrained and hushed. Not only that, but the table was beautifully set and lighted by a candelabra placed to shine onto our plates, but not into our eyes. The table cloth was floor length. I think it was also designed to hide a multitude of sins.
After the first course was served and we'd had a glass of wine apiece, mom took advantage of a lull in the conversation. She extracted an envelope from her purse and laid it on the table between us. "My dearest love, I have a request for you."
I gulped nervously. "Ummm, anything you want, mom. If I have it, it's yours. All I am is because of you."
She laid her hand on mine for a moment and looked into my eyes. "Oh, I don't know how I can possibly tell you how much I love you, darling son. I think you noticed which panties I'm wearing tonight."
My breathing sped up. "Yes, mom. They look amazing on you."
She smiled even more broadly at me. "Thank you, dearest. I haven't washed them since I found what you left in them for me. I wasn't sure what to think, at first. I know you've been enjoying my lingerie for a long time and I'm happy you like it as much as I do. This was the first time you didn't clean up after yourself and I've wondered if this heralds something more you want from your old mother."
I'm sure I flushed a bright shade of red. "I hope I didn't make you mad, mom. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing."
She leaned over to kiss my cheek and she squeezed my hand lovingly. "I'm never mad at my most beloved son. I hope you're getting what you need so you can succeed in your studies and make me even prouder of you than I already am."
I didn't know what to say, so I just squeezed her hand back and looked into her eyes.
"My dearest, I have a couple of questions just so I understand where we stand with each other. Please tell me truthfully. The only right answer is the honest one. Will you be honest with me?"
I began to panic and she saw that in my eyes. "Dearest, there is nothing you can say that will make me love you any less. Honesty, however, will tell me what I can hope for, what I can expect and maybe what I should avoid for that matter. Will you be honest with me?"
I gulped again and took a gulp of my wine. "Yes, mom. I'll be totally honest with you."
She kissed me again. "Good. I know you've been cumming into my panties for a long time. That turns me on, darling. You can always do that as long as I can wear panties. I just want to know if you want to fuck me."
She saw the shock on my face and just nodded slightly. "Dearest, it's a very natural thing and if that's what you want, I'm not in the least offended by the thought that you find me so attractive you want to take me to your bed. I've thought about it for ages and the thought of you taking such liberties with your own mother is frankly, well, very erotic. I love the idea enough to use it as my new favorite fantasy while masturbating. Is that what you want to do with your mother? I'm not exactly a virgin, you know, and it's been ages since I enjoyed that particular pleasure. I thought it was something I would never get to have again, but you've rekindled my hopes. Do you know what you want to do with me?"
I sat in silence while the waiter cleared the first course dishes and served a beautiful salad. When he had gone, I realized I'd been holding my mother's hand very much as a lover would, not as her little boy. "Mom, I've had that kind of fantasy, too. I love you more than anything. I'm just not ready for that yet."
She raised my hand to her lips to give me a gentle kiss and then held it to her cheek for a moment, closing her eyes in pleasure. "Darling son, any kind of incest is a very big step in our society. You're of legal age and so am I. It's technically illegal, but there hasn't been a case of adult incest prosecuted around here since the last century. I'm not worried at all about the legal aspects of what we do behind closed doors in the privacy of our own home. I just want you to be happy.
"What is your heart's desire, darling son?"
"Mom, I guess it's kind of weird, but I love your lingerie, your panties especially. Is it okay if I still have fun with them now and then?"
She giggled. "More like every day, Matty. I'm perfectly fine with you enjoying my things whenever you like. You seem to have a panty fetish. Is that right?"
"Mom, I have a fetish for your panties. There's a part of you in them and I love the sexual feeling I get from touching and tasting them. Whenever I have the chance to look at yours, it's the biggest turnon ever for me."
"Like when I got into and out of the car? I noticed you had a rather 'hard time' with that."
"Mom, you have no idea."
She grinned as she munched her salad. "Darling, I suspect I have a very good idea and I approve. There's nothing wrong with a man enjoying the view under a woman's skirt. I want you to know that just putting on the bra and panties you enjoyed so thoroughly made me as horny as I've ever been. I was constantly reminded of you with each movement of my legs and my ass at work today. The roughness of your dried sperm on my panties and on my left breast made it difficult for me to concentrate on what I was doing at work. My boss said I seemed distracted and she was right, but I certainly couldn't tell her why, could I?"
I laughed with her at that. "Mom, would you like to have a boyfriend? Somebody who would give you what you need?"
She kissed me on my cheek again. "Dearest, I have everything I need. I have a man I love and I know how to please him. I'm a very accomplished masturbatrix, if that's a word. I've had a lot of practice at it lately and I really enjoy it. I'm not sure another man could possibly give me what I need."
I thought about that through our main course, enjoying yet another glass of a very nice cabernet sauvignon. "I think that's what I want for now, too. I love how I masturbate and since I have your permission, I'll keep doing it. I can't tell you how much I love clandestine peeks up your skirts, mom. I'm glad you wear panties. I don't think seeing you going commando would be nearly as sexy. If that makes any sense to you, that is."
She wiped the last bit of the sauce from her lips and kissed mine. "Dear son, I've always felt a lady should wear panties under her skirts. Your grandmother, whom you never met, taught me well and I'm happy you like it that way. I always try to be a lady. For that matter, it's clear to me you've a panty fetish. Do you ever wear my panties?"
"I haven't really thought about that. I guess it would feel really nice, though. I love the silky feeling of your panties, mom. It feels so nice on my dick."
"If you want to try wearing a pair of mine some day when you're out and about, please feel free. I've read a lot about it and some guys with strong panty fetishes end up wearing them and truly loving it."
I laughed at that. "It would have to be a day when I don't work out at the gym. I don't think the guys in the locker room would miss a little detail like me wearing pretty girly panties."
She laughed at that, too. "No, or else you need to find a private place to change into them. Whatever. If you want to try it, feel free. I'm sure you can work things out. I just have two other things I want to bring up, darling."
She handed me the envelope. "Don't open it here, but take it home and study it. It's an article I clipped from Cosmo about how to clean various stains from delicate underwear. I'd love it if you were to become my official panty cleaner. You love touching them, I think if you follow the instructions, you will leave them as good as new and I don't think anybody could take better care of them than you. For all of my lingerie, please. My bras and slips and hosiery and other things, too. Would you do that for me?"
I gulped again. "Yes, mom. I'd love to do that for you. That would be amazing."
She smiled widely. "Thank you, dearest. I'll get a basket at the import store and I'll put things I want you to clean in it instead of my regular hamper."
She began to look uncomfortable about something. "There's just one more thing I'd like to ask you. It's very personal and you may say no for any reason whatsoever or for none at all."
"What's that, mom?"
She was obviously having a hard time getting it out, but I just waited it out as we enjoyed our desserts, a lovely creme brûlée accompanied by an amazing fruit cordial. As I scraped the last little bit from the small dish it came in, she looked down and hemmed and hawed. I was alerted by the fact she wasn't looking me in the eye. She was completely embarrassed.
The waiter cleared our dishes and offered us a coffee. I requested a latte and she a caramel macchiato. We sipped our drinks when they arrived and she still hadn't gotten it off her chest.
"Mom, we agreed to be totally honest with each other. If there's anything in the world that's in my power to give you, it's yours. Now and forever."
With an almost desperate look in her face, she looked at me again. "Darling, may I watch you with my panties some time?"
Oh. Well, that took guts to ask and nobody ever accused my mom of cowardice. "Mom, whenever you like. I'm yours and you can have me any way you want, any time you want me. I'm so in love with you, I can't even see straight. You just have to ask me for what you want because I can't read minds."
She kissed me on my lips, the taste of her coffee drink a fresh hint of things to come.
Mom paid the waiter, leaving him a rather nice tip and we got her wrap while the car was brought around. Mom tipped the valet generously as well. I held her hand to help her into the car again, earning a wonderful smile and a lovely glimpse of her blue panties, this time with a rather noticeable wet spot on them.
When we got home, I took her wrap off of her shoulders and hung it up. Taking her into my arms, I gave her the first kiss of the evening that really expressed how I felt. I guided her to the couch and I knelt down in front of her. "Mom, may I give you an Australian kiss?"
She looked puzzled.
"Well, you know what a French kiss is, of course. An Australian kiss is the same but you do it Down Under." She giggled at me and caressed my cheek as I kneeled a little closer.
She was breathing rapidly as I gently urged her to open her thighs for me. I enjoyed her sexy aroma as I gave her little kisses up her inner thighs to her panties. They were sopping wet, just as I like them. I kissed her through her panties onto her mound repeatedly. She was moaning and I knew it was time. I hooked the sides of her panties with my thumbs and began to tug them down. She raised her butt enough for me to get them down to her thighs, then to her knees, and then I pulled her shoes off.
Peeling her panties off of her ankles, I sat on the coffee table where I undid my slacks and pulled my hard cock out. She stared at my throbbing member, at the droplets of precum collecting at the tip. I took my time, caressing my hardness with her panties, lightly stroking it up and down as I looked into her eyes.
"I love you, mom."
She moaned as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs, but leaving her legs open. At first, I just used long, slow strokes, but I saw mom's hand creep under her dress and up her thighs to touch her pussy and begin to stroke herself. I'd never seen anything so erotic in my life, including all of the porn videos I've watched since I first found the internet.
My mother was moaning at the sight of her son masturbating, causing her to rub herself more rapidly, now in a circular motion centered, I was sure, on her clit. That was the thing that tipped me over the edge. I shot a rather large load, 5 nice ropes of cum, followed by lesser spasms and then finally I dribbled the rest into her panties.
I handed her the soaking panties and kissed her on her mouth. I didn't even bother zipping up my slacks. I went to my room and finished undressing to go to sleep.
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