Where to begin? My name is John. My wife Lindsay and I have had a decent marriage, but after 15 years it had run its course. We no longer were in love. We did not fight, or hate each other, but since being married since we were only 20, we both came to a mutual decision that we wanted something else while we were still young. Our kids were in their mid-teens, and seemed to handle the decision well. I moved out, bought a house, and started to set up a new life.
This was the first time I had purchased a house by myself, and I quickly got it up to speed buying all the necessities like furniture, appliances and utensils. I did need help to make it more of a home though, as my interior decorating skills are not the best.
My mother, Delores, just happens to be an interior decorator who lives about an hour to the north of our side of the city. She was understanding if a bit upset with our decision. She did accept it however, and said she would support us, specifically me, in anyway she could, helping with the woman's touch in décor and keeping things running smoothly as I concentrated on work from my new basement office.
"I can come down and stay with you for a week and do your shopping, clean and help with meals while you get your new life in order" my mother offered. I quickly accepted because my advertising agency was extremely busy at the moment and I really did not envy going out to get the items that would make this house a home.
A few things about my mother. She is an attractive brunette with shoulder length hair, olive skin, average sized breasts and a perfect figure. She loves design and fashion, and has a great attitude and a wonderful smile. She has been single since my father, Brad, was killed in a bizarre gardening accident 3 years ago. She is in her later 50's and has kept herself in fantastic shape and has a lust for life with a young mind to go with her body. She had a nice life insurance policy she had cashed in, and was leading an enviable life of part time work and enjoyment.
"That would be great" I answered. "When can you come down?"
"Anytime really", she said.
"How about tomorrow. You can stay in the spare bedroom. Can you stay for a week?" I asked.
"That sounds great. See you tomorrow!"
I was really happy when I hung up the phone, looking forward to some human interaction and breaking up the daily routine of work, eat, TV, bed.
When my mother arrived she looked wonderful in a cute sundress and I do admit I admired her shape and the way the wind blew her hair. Her workouts have kept her in nice form. We hugged and I offered to help her moving her suitcases to the spare bedroom.
"Thanks for doing this mom, I really could use the help. Being a single homeowner is a hard job! Maybe I didn't appreciate all the things Lindsay did for the family."
"I can tell" she answered. "The house is a bit of a wreck and I can certainly make things a bit better around here. Have you ever even dusted?"
I chuckled as I let her get settled in and went to my office to get back to work.
The next few days were fantastic. She cleaned up around the house, made a few dinners, and in the evenings we relaxed on the patio over dinner with a few glasses of wine, catching up on family, friends and gossip.
"I really do appreciate all that you have done mom, the stress level has dropped at least a little bit with all the jobs around the house being completed."
"I am happy to help" she said. "I guess I will be a fill in wife for the week and help you with getting settled in. I haven't really had a chance to go shopping for anything but groceries, and now that the mundane things are done, I can get to what I really came here for. Shopping on your card! I will start looking for things to make this place inhabitable tomorrow!" she joked.
"Thanks and enjoy yourself!" I said.
I was up early the next day to get a jump on all the work I had to do in the office. I headed to the bathroom and showered, shaved and got dressed. As I was putting my clothes in the hamper, I was greeted by a surprise. A light purple pair of my mother's panties was partially visible among some other clothing.
Now, I will let you know about one of my dirty little secrets. I have been a bit of a panty freak for years. I used to enjoy my wife Lindsay's panties quite often, and she knew about it and was fine with the that. She would often give me her panties when she wasn't in the mood, and I would play with them myself, always ending with a powerful orgasm. Other times we would incorporate them in our sex, with her riding me while I sniffed and licked her sexy, dirty used panties or me just jacking off with them while she watched. To be honest with you, I have used my mothers panties in the past, but that was almost 20 years ago, and I loved it! I thought I would never get the chance to enjoy them again, but here they were, right in front of me.
I thought to myself, 'John, you are no longer a teenage boy, and maybe you should act like an adult.' but my ever thickening cock had different thoughts.
I cleared my head, threw my clothes into the hamper, tried to get my mind off of her panties and headed down to my basement office to start work. Needless to say I had a very hard time concentrating.
After a while I heard my mother get up and shower and get ready for the day of shopping. When I heard her in the kitchen, I came upstairs to say good morning. She was wearing a nice casual summer dress that was somewhat conservative, and she looked great! Especially after my fantasies I had about her panties.
"You look great. I guess you are going to go out and get some décor for the house today?" I asked.
"Yea, I was thinking going to Modern Expressions for window treatments. It has always been my favorite place for those. I am good friends with the owner, Maxine, and she may be able to get a good deal. If you have ever priced window treatments, you will appreciate a deal" she joked.
"Great! Take your time, enjoy yourself. I trust your judgment completely" I said, being familiar with her work. "Here is my card, don't hesitate to get what you think is best."
"OK" she said. "I will probably be a while, as Maxine and I always spend time catching up while I am there, and I love talking with her. I don't usually get to see her too much because she is on this side of town, so we will have a lot to talk about between business and personal life."
"Take your time" I said. "I have a tone of work to do. Payroll is coming up and I have to have a meeting with Kevin about raises that are due."
"It sounds like I am in for a great day. I will be home in the middle of the afternoon, so I won't be here to bother you, and you can get a lot of work accomplished." And with that she gathered her purse, put on her sunglasses and headed for the door.
Now I don't know if it is because I haven't gotten laid in a very long time, or if was the panties talking, but my mother looked stunning as she turned to leave in her sexy dress. I thought about the treasure she had on under it, and I knew immediately that I was going to use the panties I had found earlier to satiate my lust. There was no way I could think of anything else and work was not going to get done until I was relieved.
I watched as her car backed out of the driveway and I immediately bounded up the stairs to get my hands on those beautiful used panties! My cock was already starting to throb as I contemplated the fun I was about to have. I went into the bathroom, opened the closet door, and looked into the hamper for the object of my lust, and there I found another surprise. Another pair of panties, (these ones were pink cotton), had been added to the cache, the ones she was obviously wearing this morning before her shower. Now if you're a panty pervert like me, this is great because you can use one pair for sniffing and licking and the other pair to wrap around your cock while you masturbate.
I took both beautiful pairs into my room and stripped down naked. My cock was like a flagpole. I stood in front of my full length mirror because I like to watch myself perv out on panties, as it adds a bit of naughty humiliation.
I decided to use the pink ones to sniff and lick as they were so fresh, just literal minutes from being next to my mothers sex. I wrapped the purple ones around my cock, and gave myself a few needed strokes. My God it felt so good! It would be hard to last very long, but I was up to try! I raised the pink pair to my nose and inhaled the musky aroma from the discharge in the crotch. My hand started to quicken it's pace on my cock as I slowly extended my tongue to get the first taste of my mother in almost two decades. It was heavenly. I bunched up the pink pair an inhaled, stroking faster and decided I could not wait, it has been too long. I felt my cock head start to quiver and burn as my orgasm got closer. A few more tastes and a few more stokes did it for me and I watched myself in the mirror as I exploded into her purple panties, on my hand, on the mirror and on the floor. There was just too much cum to catch it all in the panties.
I stood in front of the mirror for a couple of minutes taking it all in, not regretting a thing in post orgasmic bliss, as I admired the cummy mess I had made of my mothers panties. I knew I would have to do this again.
I quickly cleaned up and got dressed again, taking the panties and burying them in the hamper before I returned to my office to continue working. I thought all day about the fun I had, and hopefully some more fun I would have as my mother stayed with me for the rest of the week as my panty supply would be replenished.
Before long I heard my mother returning from the store. I went up to meet her in her sexy dress, thinking that she was wearing tomorrows playthings underneath. She caught me up on a few designs, showed me some pictures of what she called the three designs she thought I should choose from. After some back and forth we came up with the one we both thought was best and she called her friend Maxine to place the order.
"How is Maxine" I asked as she hung up the phone.
"She is doing great. She has been single for about 6 months now, but she is enjoying life without her husband. He just lost all interest in life and love and pretty much sat around and watched TV all day bitching about politics as he put on weight."
"Some people just get to a certain age and just lose the lust for life" I replied. "I am glad she is happier now. Is she dating anybody? A woman in her 40's with a good business and her looks should be snapped up pretty quickly"
"She just wants to concentrate on business and enjoy her life without any sort of partner for a while I think" she replied. "What do you want for dinner? I can get that started while you finish working for the day."
"I guess something easy since you have been hard at work all day" I kidded. "How about spaghetti?"
"That sounds fantastic" she said. "I will throw a load of laundry in and start making dinner".
At that point I really wished I had cleaned up her panties a bit more, but I didn't want to wash them as they would be soaking wet, and hoped they would just get by without notice, buried among other things. So I just returned to my office and started with the final tasks of the day while she went about her 'chores'.
My mother soon called me up saying dinner was ready, and she had the table on the patio all set and everything looked fantastic. I opened a bottle of wine, poured a couple of glasses and sat down for our nightly dinner and conversation.
"So how was your day?" she asked. "did you get a lot of work done -- finish the payroll with, who was it? Kevin?"
"Yes. We have a few really good people and I wanted to share in our recent success so we decided on giving a few modest raises with bonuses. I think the employees will like it." I answered.
"Did anything else exciting happen? New client leads maybe?" She asked.
"Not unless you call a cheese sandwich for lunch exciting" I said. "How about you?"
"Just talking with Maxine was fun. We always love to chit chat about life. She is so fun and outgoing. Always good for a story or two. That girl doesn't let much stand in her way of a good time. I think we are alike in that sense."
"Stories?" I asked. "Like what?"
"Oh she just likes to have a good time, just sport dating and the like. I think she likes a man around but just for one thing, then she moves on. A girl has needs, if you know what I mean."
"I do. I should start sport dating for fun. A guy has needs, if you know what I mean". I said.
"We all do. I guess it is the human condition. That reminds me...speaking of human condition...I noticed something odd today. Do you happen to know what I am talking about?"
I froze up inside. "No, mom. I mean, just another day around the house. What do you mean?"
"Listen John, I have always been open with you, and I don't feel the need to change that now. I was wondering if I should even bring it up, but I think I should. Are you sure you don't know what I am talking about?"
"No. I have no idea." I lied.
"Well if you want to play that game, let me say this. When I was doing the laundry today I noticed that a certain piece of my clothing was very moist. Now do you know what I am talking about?"
"I ummm" I knew I was busted, and it was time to come clean. "I am guessing your panties? But please listen, I can explain. It has been so long since..."
"You don't need to explain." she interrupted. "I know men have certain drives, and sometimes they can get carried away. I am no prude and I know how life works. You masturbated with my panties. There, it out there in the open and we don't need to tip toe around it anymore."
"I guess it was a moment of weakness, I didn't think about how it would effect you, I got carried away and I apologize." I said.
"There is no need to apologize either, I found them and decided right there that I could be very offended and upset or I could take it as some form of flattery. I decided the latter, and I made peace with that. But I can't stay here and have you rooting through my intimates trying to find something to jack off with."
"So your going to go back home tonight? I wish you wouldn't. I won't do it again." I said.
"I didn't say that, and besides, I think you will do it again. I also said that I know men have needs. I just said I couldn't have you rooting through hampers. If my panties give you such pleasure, then maybe we can make a deal. You can have them when I am done with them to use as you see fit. I really should have seen this coming, so to speak. You're father had the same fetish and was always begging me for them. I guess it is something in the genes. That or my used panties must really be magical. What I get out of the deal is I want you to be open and forthcoming, and stop having secrets."
At this point she let a little smile out, and I felt so relieved. She wasn't mad, but maybe a bit taken aback. I was not going to pass up this chance though, so I summed up the courage to say "I think that deal would be great. It would add a lot of excitement to my life to be honest. Not having a woman around I guess I have to do what I can do, and I promise to be more forthcoming."
"OK then. When I am done with them at the end of the day I will take them into your room and put them under your pillow. I did that for your father so no one would see my dirty panties just laying around the house. Then when you are alone you can do what you do and make yourself happy. I want you to be happy. You don't drink to excess, smoke, do drugs or gamble. If this is how you blow off some steam, I am willing to help."
"Thanks mom. I can't believe you are so open minded about this!"
"Well I guess I just got to accept it as normal with your father. You being my son is a big bridge to cross, but just so you know, it stops there. I am not interested in any taboo porno situations. Just tell me one thing in the spirit of openness and honesty, because I have to know. When you masturbated with my panties, was it because they were my panties, or would any panties have done the job?" she asked.
"Well to be perfectly honest, any panties would have done the job, but being that they were yours, they did the job really, really well" I answered. "I think you noticed the proof of that. I just hope this doesn't change anything between us".
"I called it pussy heat with your father. He would just get blinders on until he took care of his needs once he got turned on. Outside of this one thing, we will carry on as normal." she said. "Do you want some cheesecake? I bought some today. It is my favorite."
"Sure, mom. That sounds wonderful" I said as my cock grew thicker thinking of all the fun times ahead.
"Also, I have left you your first treat under your pillow. I wore them all day. That is how your father liked them, and I hope you do too."
She rose to go get the cheesecake, and as she walked away I was at full staff. I took the time to enjoy the view, my hand dropping below the table to give myself a few rubs, all while wondering how I was going to control myself knowing what was waiting for me upstairs.
When she returned with the dessert she sat down and asked "So, what do you want to do tonight? I mean I know what you want to do, but I mean in a more traditional sense. Maybe watch a movie on Netflix?"
I took a bite of cheesecake and said "Well, to continue being be honest with you, and at his point I have to be completely open, I don't think I could concentrate on anything other than my present waiting for me. I am very excited right now. I think I will need a few minutes alone in my room. My God I feel so embarrassed saying this to you, but I think I am in pussy heat."
"So" she said, "you want to go upstairs and jack off into my panties right now?" knowing that dirty talk always turned her husband on. "I thought you could control yourself better than that!"
"Mom!" I exclaimed. "That sort of talk is not helping me control myself! And I have to say it is a bit shocking."
"Well a bit of spice to go with your new adventure, to make you happy. Do you like when I talk like that? Like I said, I am not a prude, and I know the male libido."
"Yes! I love it!" I said. "Do you mind if I excuse myself to go upstairs and masturbate with your panties?" adding to the fun and loving our new found open dialog. My cock was rock hard to the point of being painful now. I was certainly enjoying our 'casual' dinner conversations more and more.
"If you want." she replied. "But there is something I would like as well."
"Right now, you can have anything you ask for!" I joked.
"I want to come up with you and see your face as you look under your pillow at your present. People always want be around to see the reaction of the person receiving a gift, right?"
"OK" I said. My cock could not get any harder at this point, and like I said I would do anything she wanted while in pussy heat. I stood up, the bulge in my pants on lewd display, and I did not care.
"Oh my! You need to fix that thing!" she said as she giggled.
I took my mother by the hand and led her in the house and up the stairs, down the hallway and into my bedroom. The excitement I was feeling was indescribable. We walked up to my bed and I looked at her and smiled, and slowly reached down to move my pillow. The panties were there, laying flat, on display for me to see. A red pair of satin tanga panties, a very sexy look for my mother to be using. I made an audible gasp.
"I guess you like them." she deduced. "Go ahead, pick them up. What would you do with them now? A gift giver likes to see the giftee try out their present."
I reached down. I hesitated to do what I would normally do, which is turn them inside out and look at the crotch for the wonderful discoloration used panties have. I quickly got over that and looked.
Do you like what you see?" she asked. "I had a few arousing conversations with Maxine when I was wearing them, and I know that makes them better for a panty pervert like yourself." she said. "Go ahead, enjoy them as you would if I wasn't here."
I was so blinded by lust, by this pussy heat, I immediately lifted them to my nose and inhaled deeply.
"There you go." she said. "Do you like the smell of pussy on them? Do you like the smell of MY pussy on them? Is it making you excited?" my mother asked, loving the game of making a man lose his mind with lust. It had been a really long time.
"Oh God, yes." is all I could say.
"So what would you do now?" mom asked.
"I would take off my clothes. I like being totally naked and exposed. It makes me feel vulnerable and a bit humiliated, and that turns me on."
"OK. Do it. Do it right now. I want to watch." she said as I removed my shirt and unbuttoned my pants.
I took off my socks and stood before her, panties in hand and just my tenting underwear on.
My mother reached over and pulled my underwear down, my cock bouncing out as they fell to the floor.
"Oh my, your cock really needs attention. Go ahead. Stroke it for me. Stroke it while you sniff my panties and inhale my sex aroma. It's OK. Mommy wants to see it" Doleres said, shocking herself at using such a taboo phrase.
"Oh..." I mumbled as I reached down to give myself some well needed strokes. "It feels so good. I don't think I have ever been this turned on!" as I inhaled her panties deeply again.
My mother stepped back, taking in the entire sight of her son with her panties in his face with one hand, while the other hand furiously stroked his cock.
"Do you like to be watched? Is is turning you on to do this in front of me?" She asked.
"Oh yes mommy! I love it! I need to cum soon! I need to come in your panties!"
"OK son. Come in my panties. But I want you to tell me how turned on you are when you are thinking about my pussy and smelling my scent. I want to hear you tell me!"
"Oh mommy! I want to taste your pussy! I want to come deep inside you! Nothing would feel better that to fill your pussy with my cum!" I was very close to ejaculating.
"Cum for me. Shoot your cum in my panties, son. Go ahead. Enjoy yourself in front of me! Shoot your load. Take your pleasure." she commanded knowing this would push me over the edge.
I did as I was told, lowered her panties to my cock, and unleashed a torrent of my seed into her panties. The first spurt was too hard and fast to stay contained and shot out on the floor in front of her. The second and third filled up the red satin panties to saturation, with all the rest of the spurts overflowing and dripping off my hand. I had never orgasmed so hard in my life.
I stood naked in front of my mother, drained, with my softening cock in her panties, covered in cum.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" she needlessly asked.
"Yes mom, so much you wouldn't know!" I said, returning to the non lustful 'mom' instead of 'mommy'.
"I enjoyed it to. That was some of the only sex I have had in three years. I really think you will enjoy the panties I am wearing right now when you play again. They are, shall we say, ripe for using. Now clean yourself and the floor up, get dressed and put my panties in the hamper. I think I would like to watch a movie now."
I never felt so sexually satiated in my life, even better than this morning. I loved the thought of using the wet panties she had on right now, but that will have to wait for another day.