The Cum-Soaked Panties Ch. 01

I was 18 years old, and I lived alone with my Mom after she and Dad divorced. I had always been proud of how beautiful my mother was. She had a short, curvy build, lustrous black hair that fell down to her lower back. The fresh bloom of youth had not faded from her, even though she was in her mid thirties. She had large, brown eyes which she tastefully accentuated with black eyeliner, and full, sensuous lips that curved beautifully with frequent smiles and laughter. She loved life, and she especially loved her only child.

In those days, I was always horny. I didn't have a girlfriend, and sports took up most of my free time. I used to come home from practice pumped up and spent at the same time, horny in that way you only get after vigorous exercise. It was always such a relief to go into the bathroom after coming home from practice, run to the shower, and jerk myself off until I came copious loads.

I used to fantasize a lot about older women. Several of my teachers growing up had been very attractive to me, and some of my friend's Mom's were definitely what you'd call MIFLs.

One day, I read someone's comments online on a MILF forum that he used to steal his Mom's panties to jerk off in. The thought of this sent thrills through my body. I started to think about my own mother when I was pleasuring myself in the bathroom, only steps away from where she was making dinner in the kitchen. The more I did this, the more the thought of using her panties filled my mind, and the eagerness to try this finally overcame my fear of being caught.

After coming home from soccer practice one day, I told my Mom I was going to take a shower. I wonder if my voice or look betrayed what I was going to attempt, because I thought she raised her eyebrows a little when she looked at me. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and gingerly opened the clothes hamper, my heart pounding through my chest. I dug through my Mom's and my used clothes until I caught sight of the sheer purple fabric of a pair of my Mom's panties. I was shaking as I lifted them out of the hamper.

I stripped my clothes off quickly and held the panties up to look at them. With the warm humidity from the running shower enveloping me, I sat down on the toilet touching and turning the panties this way and that. I imagined them riding between my Mom's soft ass cheeks and protecting the hidden treasure between her legs. As I brought the panties to my face to smell them, my cock swelled and throbbed to the utmost.

I'll never forget the delicious scent the first time I smelled my Mom's panties, right in the spot where her pussy would be. I loved her smell when she was close to me anyway; she smelled like wildflowers in Spring. But this scent was completely different. It was rich, earthy and heady. No fragrance of perfume, food or drink had ever lighted up my brain like this scent did. The cloth was ever slightly damp at the crotch of her panties. I kissed and inhaled that spot for a long time before bringing her panties down to touch my swollen penis.

My dick was making copious amounts of precum at this point. I almost gasped at the sight of my fluids joining hers, as the dark stain from my precum slowly spread across the crotch of her panties. I had to stifle my moans as I rubbed the soft fabric of my Mom's panties over the sensitive head of my cock, before enveloping the whole length of it.

I stroked myself in pure ecstasy. The fabric was so silky and soft and made a perfect sheath for jacking off in. I closed my eyes and brought to my imagination all the stolen glimpses at my Mom's breasts and her ass, all the innocent hugs and kisses, that had been a part of my sexual awakening during adolescence. At last I could hold back no longer. Waves of pleasure ran all the way up my legs, through my crotch, and all throughout my whole body. I raised my hips as I sent loads and loads of creamy white cum into my Mom's purple panties.

I was totally spent. Not thinking straight, I wiped the panties off as best I could with some tissue paper, not even thinking of using water. Later that night I lay awake wondering if she would discover what I did. That question would soon be answered for me, but that is a tale for another day.