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Subject: Title story: "Mommy's Panties" Author: Incest Son 55269400
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Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2005 21:16:47 +0000
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Mommy's Panties
The most embarrassing moment in my life came when my mother discovered me in bed
--- with a pair of her panties covering my face. But it turned out to be one of
the best things that ever happened to me.
My mom has always been the love of my life. I have always loved being around
her. She has a really sexy body, with big, full, firm tits, a really jaunty, out-
thrust, broad ass, soft and smooth tapering thighs, really curvy calves, and
trim ankles.
I knew that just seeing or touching her body would make my dick stiff and
throbbing. When I began to masturbate, I spent many an hour fantasizing about
Mom's beautiful body and what I'd like to do with it. Of course, I always
figured that it was just a dream that could never become reality.
The incident I mentioned above really happened in May of my senior year in high
school. By that time I had fucked a few girls, but Mom was still my fantasy
queen. One of my biggest thrills was to catch a glimpse of her panties whenever
she was wearing a skirt. Then one day when I was putting something into the
clothes hamper, I saw a pair of Mom's panties there. I eagerly pulled them out
and sniffed at them. I was thrilled by the pungent woman smell in the crotch. I
stuffed them in my pocket and took them to my room, where I held them to my nose
as I jerked off. Soon this became a regular habit. Eventually I started pulling
them onto my head, positioning the crotch right across my nose and mouth to
breathe in their intoxicating aroma of cunt juice.
However, one night in early May I was so tired that I didn't even complete my
jack-off, but fell sound asleep, with the panties still covering my head. At
six-thirty, Mom stuck her head into my room to wake me up for school. Imagine
her surprise when she saw my face covered completely by a pair of her white
nylon panties!
"My God!" she gasped. "What on earth are you doing with my panties?" I woke
up fast, grabbing at the filmy nylon and struggling to get the panties off my
head. Mom's big brown eyes were wide open with astonishment as she gaped at
me in shock.
I stammered around awhile and finally came out with, "They must have gotten
into my pillowcase in the wash." I guess I made a really funny-looking sight
as I tried to figure my way out of the dilemma, because all at once, Mom
started to laugh.
"Give it up," she said. "You can't lie your way out of this. Get ready for
school, and we'll discuss this later." Then she went out. I avoided looking at
her at the breakfast table with my older sister there, and I ran out of the
house as fast as I could, but I could see that Mom was actually amused at my
embarrassment.
That evening, Dad went out to a meeting, and my sister had a date. I decided I
had better go out somewhere, too, but Mom said that we had something to discuss
privately. After Sis left, Mom sat down next to me on the couch and asked, "Now,
what about this little matter of wearing my panties on your head?" I still had
no answer, and I just sat there blushing and squriming in discomfort. "Well,
there must be some reason," Mom continued. "Do you get pleasure from having
panties on your head?" She insisted that I answer, so I said that I did. "Just
any panties?" she asked.
I mumbled, "No, just yours!"
"Would you prefer clean ones?" she asked. I shook my head. "Well, we're making
some progress," Mom said with a laugh. "You apparently like them partly because
of my smell. Right?" I grinned ruefully, hung my head, and admitted that I did.
"I know that you masturbate," Mom said, "and that's okay. I'd be worried if you
didn't. Do the panties help you when you do it?" I confessed that they did. "Do
you just think about the panties, or is it what goes inside them?" I figured
that I was in so deep that nothing else would make it worse, so I thought, What
the hell? Just tell her what she already knows.
"All right, Mom," I said. "I think you're the sexiest woman in the world. I'm
always thinking about your...uh...body and about...uh...doing things with you. I
love the smell of you on your panties, and I just...uh...daydream
about...uh...putting...uh...where your panties go."
Mom laughed in a high-pitched nervous sort of way and stood up and walked around
as she spoke. "Well, I didn't expect you to confess so soon, but I'm glad you
did. Do you think I didn't know how you feel about me? I notice you staring at
me all the time, peeping when I'm changing clothes, and trying to look up my
skirt. And I notice that big bulge in your pants when you're around me."
"Gee, Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't think you could tell."
"Oh, don't be silly. You don't have to apologize. At my age it's very flattering
to have a handsome, young stud so attracted to my charms. I kind of like it."
Mom sat down beside me again and took my hand. "Tell me what you fantasize about
concerning me."
I was flabbergasted. "My God, Mom, I can't do that!" I exclaimed.
Mom sort of giggled, a much more girlish sound than I had ever heard from her.
"Why not?" she asked. "Come on, just give me a hint."
As I hesitated, she suddenly rose, hiked up her skirt, and before I knew what
was happening, she was pulling her panties off, giving me a flash of dark pussy
hair and her glowing white thighs. "Here," she said, holding out the panties,
which I dazedly took from her. "I've been wearing these all day, and thinking
about this conversation has made me sort of wet, so they're probably good and
fragrant. Just put them over your face, pull out your prick, and tell me what
you're thinking as you jack off."
What a weird situation! I couldn't move. But again, Mom took charge. She took
the panties and draped them over my head, twisting them around so that the
crotch was over my nose with one of my eyes staring at her through a leg hole.
She was right --- that delightful aroma was move vivid than ever before. Then to
my amazement she was unzipping my pants and hauling my rock-hard cock out. It
took her a lot of fumbling to pull it through the opening of my jockey shorts,
but soon there it was, sticking right out at her. "My God," Mom exclaimed. "Look
at the size of that monster! My little boy is a real man!"
At Mom's insistence, I wrapped my right hand around my engorged dong and began
stroking it off. "Okay," I said, "I'm looking at my gorgeous sexy mom, who has
just taken off her panties for me and even given me a glimpse of her beautiful
pussy. I'm breathing in the smell of her pussy --- the best smell there is. I'm
thinking that she just had her own fingers right here on my dick. She really
touched me! Now I'm thinking that she pulls her skirt up and lets me look right
at her cunt. And she unbuttons her blouse and opens her bra and lets me see her
big, full tits."
Slowly, Mom began to unbutton her blouse, then slipped it off. She unsnapped her
bra, and her big breasts popped out free, standing out firm and proud, the
nipples sticking out hard. Then she unfastened her skirt, lifted her hips and
slowly pulled it off. There she was, her fabulously sexy body displayed for me
for the first time. It was way better than my wildest fantasies. "Now what are
you thinking?" Mom asked huskily, licking her lips.
"I'm thinking that this fantastically lovely woman --- my dear sweet mom --- is
taking my cock again and is letting me squeeze her tits and play with her pussy
all I want to." Mom reached out, and as I let go of my throbbing cock, her cool
fingers encircled it. With a sob, I snatched the panties off my face and made a
dive for her cunt, soon finding my mouth and nose pressed right into that creamy
crevice that had made the panties so fragrant. With a little cry, Mom spread her
legs and allowed my face to burrow deep into her crotch. I began licking the
swollen, moist lips, and then opened them up with my fingers and lapped inside.
I placed one hand on a tit and grasped as much as I could of the smooth, soft,
spongy flesh. I began playing with the nipple, squeezing and pulling on it
gently as it became bigger and very hard.
Mom began moaning and humping her cunt against my face. She grabbed my head and
pulled me in so tight that I could hardly breathe. Her hips began bucking
harder, my tongue sinking deeper into her pussy as I licked furiously. Then Mom
was coming, trembling and shuddering violently. Then she lay still, panting
heavily, a happy smile on her face.
I got up and lifted her legs up onto the couch. I spread them apart, putting one
foot up onto the back of the couch, the other on the floor. There she lay,
waiting for me, all spread out, wide open, her pretty, furry pussy unashamedly
staring at me. I slowly lowered myself between her creamy, soft thighs.
Mom took my prick in both hands and guided it right into her cunt. The big,
angry red head pushed its way inside, and I slowly shoved into the wet, slippery
softness, watching my big cock sinking inch by inch through those puffy lips.
Finally, our hairy crotches were right against each other, my huge prick
stretching her cunt to the maximum, probing way up inside her belly. I leaned
forward and pressed my mouth on hers. She opened her lips and our tongues began
to lick each other. I had one hand under her ass, grasping a big, firm cheek and
pulling her to me. My other hand began to squeeze a big tit again.
Then I began to fuck my happy prick in and out of my sweet mom's delicious cunt,
at first slowly, in long, deliberate strokes, feeling every inch of the
delightful friction. I tried to make it last, but soon I knew that I had to
really pound it to her, to show her that her loving son could give her a really
powerful fuck.
I began to thrust harder and faster, plunging to the depths and ramming it with
an extra push at the bottom. Mom began moaning and whimpering, chewing at my
mouth and tongue, saliva covering both our faces. She began to buck her hips up
to meet my furious thrusts, matching my strokes in intensity and passion. I felt
the hot sensation of my approaching orgasm spreading through my groin, and I
thrust faster and faster, grunting and growling as I pistoned into her juicy
pussy. Mom gave it right back to me, humping that ass and screwing with all her
might. Then I was spurting into her, and she stiffened up, shuddering in another
fierce climax, as we came together. What a tremendous sensation! Nothing could
ever equal that feeling of my cock spouting its cum into the passionately
willing receptacle of my own mother's sweet cunt, as she moaned in the happy
delirium of a powerful orgasm beneath me.
Well, that was only the beginning. I would love to tell you more of the
tremendous delights of fucking and sucking that Mom and I have enjoyed since. It
has now been seven years. I have finally finished college and have a good, well-
paying position. I have my own apartment now, where Mom and I do most of our
fucking. Occasionally I bring another girl home to screw, but I've never found
one who could replace my mom.
Even if I do get married, Mom knows for sure that she's still going to get
fucked frequently --- for many years to come. She thinks that's just great ---
and so do I! And when I'm alone, I have quite a collection of Mom's panties,
liberally perfumed with her special brand of womanly cum, to keep me company
until she brings the source of that cum back to her adoring son for another
love session.
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