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A few years ago, around the time a boy suddenly realises the attractiveness of girls and their assets and sexuality. Like all the guys in my class I found myself constantly horny and if I hadn’t discovered porn on the internet I probably would have gone crazy.
I spent as much of my free time watching as much free porn as I could, and when I had cum so much that I couldn’t cum any more I began reading the erotic stories on the web sites, exploring the different fantasies and even fetishes. It was here that discovered what were my biggest turn ons.
One afternoon I was at home alone, I had watched several scenes on different topics and had cum at least three times. I switched to the story pages and began reading the latest additions. The first story was from a guy who explained how he liked women’s feet, particularly when they wore stockings or pantyhose. The next story really caught my attention, the author told how he liked to borrow his mom’s panties when he was younger, and would sniff them, sometimes even licking them to taste his mom, then on other occasions he would wrap his mom’s panties around his cock and masturbate until he came in the panties. Reading this story really turned me on, I had thought my cock was well and truly spent, but as I read further down my erection grew. I knew mom and dad wouldn’t be home for hours, dad was never home till after ten and mom had some course to go to for the afternoon.
I had never fantasised about my mom, but after becoming some what of a porn expert in the last few months I was craving my first real life pussy, or at least the scent and possibly taste of a woman’s sex.
I went in to the bathroom, to search out the laundry hamper for a pair of mom’s panties, the idea that I might smell or taste a pussy was my goal, when I opened the hamper it was empty, remembering mom had taken all the clothes with her this morning, I decided to try my first usage of mom’s panties would have to be with a clean pair, but the idea of stroking my cock in the soft material was so erotic. In mom’s room I slowly opened the drawers, the larger drawers were filled with dad’s clothes, but as I opened the first small drawer, it was filled with at least a dozen or more bras, a wide range of colours, form white to black, red to blue, satins and silks and plenty of lace. If her selection of panties was going to be equal I thought I was in for a treat. Taking the top bra out, a purple and black bra with a lace trim, felt soft and warm to my touch, checking the label, mom wears 34C, not as big as the porn stars I watched regularly, but I guessed she must be a good size. Carefully refolding the bra I placed it back exactly where I had found it.
The next drawer as stacked with many pairs of nylons, the majority being stockings, soft and silky to touch, lace tops, and occasional patterns in the nylon. On one side was stacked several pairs of full length pantyhose.
As I searched each drawer I could feel my cock stiffening, the anticipation and excitement of the feeling of her most secret possessions wrapped around my cock was raising my sexual excitement. Would her panties match the quality of her bras, what would they feel like against my hot skin. Would my cock slide easily through the material as I stroked. Would there be any remnants at all of her femininity, her scent or her excretions that would give me a hint of what a real woman smells and tastes like. I hadn’t touched my cock since I began my quest for mom’s panties, but I could already feel my balls begin to tighten, the straining of my cock as it reached it complete hardness. I knew when I did find a pair of her panties I wouldn’t last long, I was experiencing a psychological masturbation, my brain doing all the work, and very little physical stimulus would bring me to orgasm. I checked the top of the dresser, a box of Kleenex was close to hand, I made a mental note to make sure when I did cum I would keep my anticipated load clear of her panties. When I finally got a chance with her used panties, I could allow my self to release my load in to them, if they were on their way to the laundry mom would never find out.
Opening the last drawer, my cock deflated slightly, there was no sign of any panties, the last drawer contained a number of suspender belts, matching the selection of bras, I guessed, the same materials and colours. My disappointment was shattering, my cock still rock hard but my fantasy of stroking my stiff erection in a pair of grown woman’s panties had to be put on hold. Instinctively I placed my hand on my cock, expecting to feel my harness subsiding rapidly, but possibly my mental fantasies were a lot stronger than I had imagined, the slightest touch and I felt my cock give a small jerk. I let go but felt another jerk, then a throbbing. I grabbed a handful of Kleenex form the box on the dresser, just at the split second that my cock began to spew streams of my cum, pumping my seed in to the handful of tissues. Somehow catching my cum before it sprayed mom’s drawer of stockings and pantyhose with my hot sperm.
An hour later mom arrived home, the sticky pile of Kleenex deposited in the trash my hands washed to remove all traces of my orgasm in mom and dad’s room, the drawers all safely and securely returned to the position I had found them in.
“Hi John, I’m home, will I order Chinese for our dinner?” I responded positively. “Will you come in here and help me with the laundry, I picked it up on the way home”.
In the kitchen mom had just got off the phone from ordering our food, and had poured the bag of clean clothes on to the table. We began to fold and sort the pile and we chatted, the usual type of conversation about how school had gone, and what had I done for the afternoon. When we had the pile of clothes sorted I noticed that there was no sign of any panties belonging to mom, my curiosity was peaking, I had searched the whole bedroom and found none, and now none had returned from the laundry, there was underwear belonging to both me and dad, there were several bras and a number of suspender belts, and I had matched and folded a weeks supply of nylon stockings, but not one pair of panties.
“Mom?” I had begun speaking before I had fully worked out what I was going to say, “Mom there doesn’t seem to be any pan…..” I paused realising I was about to ask a question no boy should ask his mom.
“Doesn’t seem to be any what?” mom asked, she smiled waiting for the end of my question.
I had started and there was no way to back out now. I tried to sound as relaxed as I could, as nonchalant as possible, so her answer wouldn’t seem important to me. “There doesn’t seem to be any panties belonging to you in this pile”. I immediately turned away, partly to hide my embarrassment but also to make it seem like I didn’t really care about her answer.
“That’s very astute of you, noticing that. I don’t ware panties, I don’t know if I even own one pair, it feels fresher, you know to let the air move around.”
I was stunned, she continued, “And mainly because your dad like me that way” she smiled, then in a low tone said, “If only he didn’t have to work so hard……” Mom didn’t finish her sentence, as if she had stopped herself, as if she had given out too much information.
For the rest of the night my mind kept thinking back to the secret mom had revealed, trying to work out my thoughts about mom. I tried to act as normal as possible all night As I was getting ready for bed, mom called me, “John, can you help me, my zipper is stuck”
I found her in her room, her back to me, but looking over her shoulder. She pulled her hair up off her neck, revealing the zip of her dress. She smiled. I took the zipper between my finger and thumb, a little bit of pressure and the zip freed. Very slowly I pulled the zip down, revealing mom’s neck then shoulders. Her bra straps and the clasp holding it together. I expected mom to stop me at any moment but continued to gently tug the zip. Her bare back appeared then the strap of her suspender belt. Slowly the zip rounded the curve of her ass, revealing the bare skin, no sign of panties as she had told me. “Thanks, I can get the rest, good night John”.
The next morning on the drive to school I was not wanting to give away any suggestion of the weird feelings I was having about her. Mom always wore the same style clothes, skirts down to her knees, dresses with a medium high neck line, always nylons on her legs, so knowing now what she wore underneath made me realise where her fashion came from.
The thing with my mom is she is a teacher in my school, she teaches geography, and I knew she would be teaching me that morning, second period. As she stood in front of the class, my mind was transfixed on the secret I now knew, knowing that nobody else in the class knew that under her skirt her pussy was completely bare. That her nylons probably went half way up her thighs, her suspender belt holding them up and nothing else to cover her modesty. My confusion over what to think was slowly clearing, I began to get thoughts and pictures of her in my head, not as my mom any more, but of a sexual female. I began to look at her differently. She is slim and fairly attractive, some of my friends had commented about her before and I could suddenly see what had attracted them. In her dress her breasts looked reasonably big on her frame, and her legs were nicely shaped. She had a slight curve to her stomach, but no sign of any fat. Her makeup was always perfect, her hair neat and I suddenly saw how her face was pretty. My day in school was probably the least productive day I ever had, I couldn’t get the thoughts of mom from my mind, and particularly the thoughts of her naked vagina beneath her dress.
Climbing in to the car for my lift home, our conversation was the usual, about our days, but as she drove I kept glancing across, she was concentrating on the road, and didn’t notice me. I began to realise that as she drove the hem of her skirt was slowly rising up her stockinged legs, I could just see the lace trim begin to appear under the hem of her skirt as we got close to home. As we turned in to the drive way a red ribbon, with a bow attached had appeared from under her skirt, where her stockings were attached to her suspenders. Mom parked the car and as she put on the parking break, I got a glimpse of the milky skin of her thigh at the top of her stockings. I sat still as she switched off the engine and swung herself out of the car, I watched her, trying to go unnoticed pulling her skirt back into place, hiding her stocking tops. She was walking towards the house when I climbed out of the car. I watched as her ass swayed, her skirt blown by the gentle breeze catching between her legs. I thought I could see the out line of her suspenders beneath her skirt as she opened the door.
After school mom always made me do my homework straight away, to get it over with. She always used the time to lie down and have a rest before she showered and started to organise our food. I sat down at my desk in my room, reaching for my Ipod, I knocked it over. While I reached for it on the floor, I heard mom entering her own room. I sat silently, listening to her moving about her room. Then she climbed on to her bed, the headboard against our adjoining wall. There was a little bit of movement, mom getting comfortable I guessed, then I heard a low hum coming form her room. I was trying to write a report, and couldn’t make out what the sound was, but as it continued, I could make out sounds coming from mom, little gasps and gentle moans, the occasional muffled groan. The sounds seemed to continue for maybe fifteen minutes, then I heard a muffled squeak, as if she had covered her mouth with a pillow. The humming stopped, and her room went silent. My thoughts were many, but I finally landed on the idea that she had been masturbating, possibly with a vibrator. Another few minutes passed, and I heard her move about the room again, press doors opening and closing, then she seemed to climb back on to the bed, then I heard her TV switch on.
A half an hour later, I had most of my homework done when mom called me “John can you come in here for a minute please”
I made my way to her room, pushing the door open, nearly tripping over her heels just inside the door. Mom was lying on the bed propped up on the pile of pillows. She looked relaxed, a little bit flushed, but with a contented smile on her face. She turned off the TV. “How about some pizza tonight, your dad wont be home till after ten.”
I sat on the end of the bed, mom’s legs stretched out, her dress perfectly covering her, her legs stretched down the bed, stockinged feet a couple of inches away from me.
“Is everything Ok John, its just you seemed a little inattentive in school today, a couple of teachers noticed it too”
I couldn’t tell her why, so just shrugged and said everything was fine. She asked me a few questions, I cant really remember what the conversation was about, but as we talked, my hand moved towards her feet, as I answered some question about my math teacher, I began to massage her foot. As I squeezed it first, she let out a little sigh and “Oh,” I hadn’t set out to do what I was doing it just seemed natural. “Oh that’s nice John.” Mom’s eyes closed as I continued to rub her foot. Her questions became less frequent as I rubbed and massaged each foot, occasionally she would either sigh or whisper “Oh that’s good, just like that”.
I lifted her foot up off the bed, she squirmed a little, “That tickled” she said. I placed her foot back on the bed. “Oh no don’t stop, that feels wonderful, its just I hadn’t expected, and you know it just tickled” raising her foot again, I used both hands to massage her sole, and taking time to gently massage her toes. I was beginning to recall a story I had read about a guy that was into feet. Mom’s breathing had become very heavy and short, I could hear her mumble “yes just there, that’s so good” her head was turned sideways on the pillows. I raised her foot a little more, the nylon feeling soft in my hand, her feet curling as I continued massaging her. As her leg raised, her skirt slipped down her leg, just below her knee. Slowly I raised her foot some more, her skirt caught, one of her legs flat on the bed and the other raised in my hand. She moved her other leg, freeing her skirt, and I felt her foot rise some more. Her skirt slipped, revealing the top of her stocking, the red bow of her suspender. I lowered my face, her eyes tightly closed as she lay on the pile of pillows. Her leg acting as an arrow towards her most intimate point. Her nylon stocking and lace trim ending and her bare milky thigh starting. Raising her leg slightly one more time, her skirt slipped down. I got a scent of a sweet aroma, previously unknown to me, her skirt moved another bit, revealing the full length of her leg, her full thigh, and between her legs appeared her pussy.
Her pussy looked a little puffy, glistening with moisture coating the pink parting between her labia. A neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, pointing towards her clit, the little hood revealing the redness of her erect clit. Her nylon clad foot was level with my mouth, my warm breath exhaling onto her sole. I kissed her sole gently. “Oh god yes, that’s ….. wow” she said, her words making no sense. Another kiss and her breath seemed to be taken away. She made a guttural noise “ugggghhhhh”. Her toes were curled right around, I opened my mouth and slipped my lips over her toe. “Ohhhhhh”, I started gently sucking, her noises increasing. Over her foot I had a clear view of her pussy, it seemed to be dripping, as I sucked her toes, in turn, more moisture seemed to leak from her pussy. Her labia seemed to be swelling. Mom was panting, “Oh yes, Oh yes, that’s amazi… Oh yes” I went back to kissing the sole of her foot, soft gentle little kisses with my puckered mouth. Her pussy seemed to spread open wider as she let out a long moan “uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh” her legs and feet tensing as she continued to pant, her breathing erratic.
Suddenly I felt a throbbing between my legs. The pulsing as my cock began to throb, the feeling of my body and nerves racing towards my cock. I hadn’t been aware of how hard my cock was or how turned on I was. I had been concentrating on mom’s feet. But my orgasm was beginning its race to the top of my cock, from somewhere in the pit of my stomach I could feel the sensation of release.
I jumped off mom’s bed, raced to my own room, trying to pull my shorts down, as I felt a squirt of hot cum explode from my cock. My cock freed from my pants, as a second load shot forth. I dived for the Kleenex beside my bed, but another huge load had exploded. My legs had rivers of cum, like streams of hot lava, trailing through a volcano. The hot load streaming down my legs. Smaller loads were now leaking from my cock, coating my hard on with the hot sticky goo. My throbbing cock must have been pumping hot sticky cum for nearly a minute, my cum had covered most of my legs, my cock was coated with the white sticky fluid, my light smattering of pubic hair had ribbons of cum, hung like Christmas decorations from a tree.
My bedroom door swung open, mom stood at the entrance, my half naked cum soaked body in full view, her dress back in place. She stared at me, then a slight smile. She said come with me. She reached out her hand, I climbed off my bed gingerly, my legs feeling weak. Mom took my hand, and lead me out of the room. She didn’t say anything but lead me to the bathroom. She reached in and turned on the shower in the small cubicle. Mom tested the water and said “take off your shirt”. I was naked, then she motioned to the shower. I climbed in, the hot water pouring over my body. I turned in the stream of water, mom had one leg resting on the toilet seat. She pulled her skirt up, and unclipped the little clasp holding her stocking on to her suspender. Slowly she rolled the stocking down her leg, neatly placing it on the counter top, she then freed the second stocking, rolling that down slowly and placing it beside the other one. She reached behind her back, and tugged the zip of her dress down. Slowly her dress parting and dropping to the floor. She was only wearing a bra and matching suspender, when she bent over to pick up the dress and hang it on the hook. She unclipped her bra, her breasts swinging loose. Her nipples dark pink standing hard and erect, on her slim frame her breasts looked large, but stood firm. She reached back one more time releasing her suspender belt. The hot water was pouring over my body, and mom was standing naked in the bathroom. She picked up a clip and tied her hair up. “Move over and make some room please”. I stepped back form the shower opening, mom stepped in, the hot water splashing against both our bodies, there were just inches between us. “Oh that feels lovely, doesn’t it John”. I nodded. “I think we both need a shower after that” she grinned at me, then picking up a bottle of shower gel, she poured some on to my chest. Slowly she rubbed the gel over my chest and shoulders, massaging it in to a soapy lather. The she worked her way down my stomach and soaping my thighs. As she moved about the shower, I could feel her breasts occasionally brushing against my body. Most of my body was soapy, when I felt her pour some of the cold shower gel on to my slightly stiff cock. I gasped at the coolness of the gel, she smiled, and I felt her hands close around my member. Her hands slid up and down, the soapy gel lubricating me as she stroked my cock. I was full hard in only a minute, when she let go, my cock standing hard and horizontal from my body.
Mom picked up a bar of soap, slowly rubbing the soap in to her neck and shoulders, the suds appearing as she rubbed it down her chest, massaging her own breasts and slowly rubbing the bar against her nipples. She kept constant eye contact on me, as she moved the soap down and over her stomach, her hips, and her upper thighs. Then she slowly massaged the soap into her pubic mound and lowering it until it was rubbing against her pussy. She gasped as the bar made contact with her vagina, then grinned at me. The soap slipped from her hand, she turned in the small shower cubicle and bent over to pick it up. Her ass moved backwards, my stiff cock pointing directly towards her as she bent over. I felt my cock slip into the crevice between her ass cheeks. She turned her head and smiled, then wiggled her ass, keeping my cock exactly where it had been. She stood back up, keeping her back arched she reached backwards, my cock was still between her ass cheeks when she began rubbing the soap around her butt, brushing her fingers against my length.
Mom stood straight, my cock and her butt parting. She took the shower head from the holder, then hosed the remnants of soap from my body, then she did the same to her own body, the jets of water spraying against her nipples seemed to make them swell even more. She then lowered the water spray, directing it towards her pussy, the jet of water pointing upwards as she placed her other hand on her vagina. Slowly she rubbed her vagina as the spray of water massaged her clit and labia. She was loudly moaning, inserting first one then a second finger in to her pussy. After a few minutes she pulled her fingers out, and reached over turning off the water.
Mom stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her, then handing a towel to me. I patted myself dry as she did the same. Taking my towel off me, she moved her face towards me. Her soft lips pressed against mine, her kiss was totally different from any she had given me before. Her soft yet firm kiss lingered, then her lips parted and her mouth opened. I copied and opened my mouth too. I felt her tongue probe my lips and as my mouth parted further I felt her warm tongue against mine. Her tongue inside my mouth felt so erotic as she explored my mouth and tongue. Her arms were around my back pulling me tightly against her. We had been kissing for several minutes when I felt her pull away, her tongue leaving my mouth. Her hot breath against my neck as she kissed my neck. Then she gently nibbled my ear lobe, her breath sounding loud in close proximity to my ear. “Is this your first time?” I just grunted and nodded.
She lead me to her bedroom, propping herself up on the large pile of pillows. “Take your time, there is no rush, I just want you to enjoy yourself, we will have plenty of other times, so don’t feel under pressure”
I kneeled on the bed, she spread her legs apart, giving me room to get close. I leaned forward, beginning by kissing her mouth, my hands exploring her chest and breasts as we kissed. I then lowered down to her neck, kissing and sucking her neck and shoulder blades, her moans were positive responses as I lowered towards her breasts. A few little kisses and then I covered my mouth over her nipple. Her nipple was already hard, I pursed my lips and sucked, she squirmed. “Gently, my nipples are very sensitive” I reduced my pressure, she placed her hands on my head. “Yes that’s it, that’s wonderful” I continued sucking and licking. Slowly I moved down to her stomach, her hands guiding me as I kissed and explored her flesh. I lowered my self between her thighs, I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my face as I kissed her inner thighs.
Then I tentatively placed a kiss on her vagina. “Ohhhhh” I heard her moan, a second kiss and I stuck my tongue out, flicking it against her already parted labia. My first taste of womanly love juice was delicious, my mom tasted so fresh and sweet, copious amounts of her juices leaking form her pussy. I licked some more then pressed my tongue inside. She squirmed once more, but her hands seemed to push my head deeper against her. I lifted my head and kissed her clit, the small hard nub sticking out of its little hood. Mom squealed “Oh god that’s wonderful, keep your tongue there”
My tongue flicked gently against her clit, her hands locking my head in place. She wrapped her legs around my back, responding to my tongue, her hips grinding against my prodding. “Oh god I’m cumming” I could feel her juices pour down my chin, as she came on my tongue.
When she finally released me she guided me towards her so we were kissing again. She was tasting her own juices from my face as she licked them off, then sharing her taste with me.
I felt her hand on my cock, it felt hard and hot and close to bursting. “Are you ready” she asked. I grinned and nodded. She moved down on the bed so she was flat, spreading her legs out either side of me. I could feel her pulling my cock forward, my hips lowering towards her. The top of my cock touched against something moist, she moved slightly and I felt the tip push against her, she seemed to open up as I moved forward. I could feel her pussy sucking my cock inside, enclosing my erection in her hot wet cavern. Inch by inch she slowly pulled me into her, my overly sensitive cock feeling every nook and cranny inside her pussy. When my full cock was inside her, I whispered “Oh god mom that feels beautiful, but I think I will cum straight away”
“If you do its ok, but take your time, enjoy this, I want you to always remember your first time as a good experience” I went to move my hips, she placed her hand on my butt. “Just lie still, feel yourself inside me, it will let you relax.” I lay still, she kissed my forehead, then we began kissing again. She let her grip on my butt soften and was just caressing me as we continued kissing. Slowly I started moving inside her, my cock sliding in and out of her moistness. With each movement I pulled my cock further towards her opening then slid it back in. mom was moaning as my penis slid in and out of her. I felt like I was on the precipice of an orgasm for ages, my ball sac felt tight and hard, my movements were speeding up. I lowered my head to her nipples, and with my back slightly arched, I was able to pull out so just the tip of my cock was inside her, then shove my hips downward, my balls slapping against her butt.
“Oh god John, I’m going to cum if you do that”
I rammed my cock home again, she squealed. “I’m cumming mom, I’m cumming”
With that she let out a loud shout, a sort of gurgle. I felt my cock stiffen once more, my legs tense up, my balls slap against her one final time. Then an almighty gush. My hot jizz shot through my tubes, the molten liquid virtually burning me as it sprayed from my cock. I could feel my whole body pulsing as my cum flowed into mom’s deep pussy.
Mom cried out “Oh yes, I’m cumming, I’m cumming” her body was shaking under mine, my cum still pouring into her. My orgasm slowly subsided, but I could still feel her body shaking on my erect cock. I tried to keep humping her, still hard I wanted her to keep cumming, but she was begging, “Please stop, I cant take it anymore”. I stopped my movements. Lying on top of her, both of us sweating and panting. We lay still for several minutes, my erection finally subsiding. My cock falling from her pussy with a loud plop.
I rolled off mom, lying by her side, my head resting on her chest, my cock only half stiff and slowly deflating, coated in glistening cum from mom’s pussy, the shaft and head looking red and raw. I could see mom’s hand on her pussy, she laughed, “I hope you dad isn’t horny tonight, my pussy feels so tender”. I giggled as we lay there, slowly coming back down to earth. “I better have another shower, before he comes home.”
I lay on the bed as mom went into the bathroom, the shower running, a few minutes after the water stopped, she reappeared, she had her bra on and her stockings. Mom was fastening her suspender belt around her waist, then clipping her stockings back in place. She then pulled her dress back over her head, and nodded to me, “Zip please”
I climbed off the bed, and from behind her pulled her zip back up. Mom looked like she had done that morning leaving for work, perfect except for her makeup. She turned around, and gave me one more kiss, her tongue dancing with mine.
After a few minutes kissing mom told me to sit on the bed. She kneeled between my legs, and placed her mouth over my soft cock. She sucked once, “Hmmm that tastes good, I can taste my own pussy” she sucked again, and my cock was already stiffening. Her tongue tracing my shaft as her lips bounced up and down on my cock. She had my balls in her hand as she squeezed me gently, I could feel my cock rising towards its peak quickly as mom expertly sucked me. She was easily able to take my full length, the tip sliding down her throat. She had only been giving me a blow job for a few minutes when without warning I felt my orgasmic explosion pump into her mouth.
“Uggggghhhh mom cummming” was all I could manage.
She responded “Hmmmmm, that’s so good, tastes so good, fill my mouth” she kept sucking me, swallowing every last drop of cum, until my cock was completely empty and fully clean. She got off her knees and bent over me kissing me one more time, the taste of my own cum on her tongue as we kissed for the final time that night.
Mom told me to get ready for bed, and while we sat and waited for the pizza to be delivered she turned to me, “John, I have one question”.
I nodded, “After this afternoon mom, you can ask anything”
“Last night, your question about my panties, what did you really want to know about my panties for”
She was looking me straight in the eye. “Well you see mom, I had err read something on the internet, and erm a sort of fantasy had occurred to me, and well, I thought that if I borrowed a pair, you wouldn’t notice”
“You mean you wanted to wear my panties”
“No mom, I wanted to know what a woman smelled like and tasted like, but I think I know now” we both laughed.
“So should I buy some panties, just to wear for you?”
“No, I think I might prefer NO panties”
With that the pizza arrived, followed quickly by dad.