Masturbating in Mom's panties in front of her
I was 20 at the time and still living with Mom and was about to be married the next summer. I came home late one hot summer night after several beers and found Mom sleeping on the couch with the air conditioner running. Mom stirred and woke up, saying to me that I should roll the cot out to the front room and enjoy the air conditioning as well. I had never done this but the heat was sweltering and I knew I would have trouble sleeping so I decided to do so.
The rollaway cot was in Mom's bedroom and as I walked in to her room ideas started flashing thru my mind. Here I was in her bedroom- with a legitimate right to be in her bedroom and the cot was right next to her dresser. Wouldn't it be exciting, I thought, if I were to sneak into her drawer and grab a pair of her white nylon panties to wear to bed? Ooooh! The temptation had me stiffening in my cotton shorts but the idea was so bold and naughty. I realized if this were going to happen, it had better happen NOW. I didn't want to take too long in her room to make Mom suspect anything so with great daring I simultaneously slid her drawer open while rolling the cot so any noise I made getting into her drawer would be covered. I grabbed the top pair off the pile, stuffed them into my shorts and slid the drawer closed quickly while pushing the cot a little further. I pushed the cot out into the front room and darted into the bathroom to change.
I was overwhelmed at the preposterous idea I had. Would I dare to have enough nerve to follow thru on it? The very idea of wearing Mom's white nylon panties in front of her (albeit in the dark) had me quite worked up. Just knowing that Mom would be just a couple feet away as I would lie there in her panties drove me wild. I trembled as I slid into her panties and wondered if I could really pull this off. Then I considered something that pushed me over the edge. I would be moving out the following summer and wouldn't get many chances likes this again. Although I had been on good behavior over the past 5 years I realized that this might even be my LAST chance to pull off something like this. That, and the few beers I had that evening pushed me on to do this. I pulled my slight jean shorts over Mom's panties and walked out into the front room.
The lights were off and I crawled into bed as I wished Mom good night. It was warm but I pulled the sheet over me out of embarrassment. Even though my shorts covered Mom's panties I was scared that if I weren't fully covered she might see the waistband of her panties poking out in the morning as I slept. I was very concerned about this, as Mom was a very early riser and was certain to get up at least an hour or two before me in the morning. I was so afraid that I might toss the cover off in the middle of the night and have my t-shirt hike up enough to expose Mom's panties. I couldn't bear to think what would happen if I woke up to find Mom staring at me from the kitchen table, which was just a couple feet away. It was her ritual to sit at the table and sip her morning coffee and the chair she always sat in would have a direct view of the cot I was laying on.
One side affect of lying there in the dark in front of Mom in her pretty panties (which I could have very easily predicted!) was that I became quite aroused. Of course, ANY time I put Mom's panties on I became aroused- even the IDEA of wearing her panties got me hot! But to be wearing them RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER was wild beyond compare! Of course, unlike the times I wore her panties to bed, I was unable to simply slide my hand down and begin fondling myself thru her panties as I always did. No, I didn't have that same luxury now. Mom was RIGHT there. I ached to reach down and fondle her panties but realized that Mom probably wasn't asleep just yet. And even still, she was a notoriously light sleeper who stirred at the slightest noise. Now I began to realize that I had created a problem I could have easily seen coming had I not been so wrapped up with the deliciously naughty thought of wearing her panties. What was I going to do about getting so aroused with Mom right there???? If I caressed and fondled her panties Mom would certainly hear me. This was sheer torture!!! My naughty plan had backfired. The more I ached to fondle her panties the stiffer I became and the more my desire increased. I began to even feel a little wet spot form on the tip of my cock and dot her silky panties.
Maybe if I waited till Mom was asleep.... then I could begin massaging her panties quietly. But could I WAIT that long??? I couldn't take it any more and slid my hand down quietly to her panties, lightly stroking the tip of my panty-covered penis with the tips of my fingers. My movements were subtle and gentle, barely moving at all. However, the silken feel of Mom's panties didn't need much stimulation to drive me wild. The slow, subtle movement of my fingertips over her panties had me stiff as a board and soon another wet spot was kissing Mom's panties.
I was extra careful to make my movements as slow and undetectable as possible. The combination of this restrained stroking and the heightened sense of fear and shame that Mom was right there as I rubbed myself quietly created a truly erotic experience. I got more and more aroused.
However, this only made the situation WORSE!!! I was getting more and more turned on, which only served to make me want to go on! If the slight movement of my fingertips back and forth had me fearing detection how on earth would I be able to continue? There was no turning back- the more turned on I became the more I wanted to cum. But that would certainly NOT be possible with Mom right there! I thought about getting up and disappearing to my bedroom to finish the job but was too tired to get up. It just felt so good to lie there caressing her panties gently in front of her. Besides, if she were asleep already, getting up would wake her and I'm sure she would suspect what I was up to.
All of this had me pretty aroused and before I knew it, I was pretty wrapped up in erotic delight. All of a sudden, I snapped out of it when I heard Mom stir. I froze in place, hand over her panties and was shocked back to reality. As I lie there frozen in the still of the night and listened to the hum of the air conditioner I realized that I had been moving my hand over Mom's silky panties a little more rapidly as I had been getting turned on. Mom must have heard the sound of my hand sliding over nylon. I felt chilled as a wave of shame and humiliation swept over my body. Had I REALLY been rubbing her panties loudly enough for her to hear? I hadn't even been aware that I had sped up my hand movements. I had been so careful when I began.
I waited for Mom to fall back asleep (hopefully) and started to slowly caress her panties again with my fingertips, moving them ever so slightly in the dark. No noise could be heard. Of that, I was sure. The subtle movements created a strange sensation, unlike that of the all-out rubbing that I usually did. It was slow and more sensuous- teasingly so, which only made me ache that much more.
In no time at all, I was stiff and dying to climax. I began to unbutton my jean shorts carefully so I could have better access to Mom's panties. As I lay there massaging her panties slowly I became consumed with panty lust. Again, Mom stirred and snapped me back to consciousness. Again, I froze in place terrified that Mom had heard me again. As much as I was fantasizing about Mom hearing me, the truth was I was scared to death of the reality of it. It was the LAST thing I wanted, despite my bold fantasies to the contrary. The shame and humiliation engulfed me again. How could I be masturbating in Mom's panties in front of her? Where did I get this nerve? Lying there frozen like that for minutes, I questioned my sanity and thought quietly caressing her panties is one thing but rubbing them loudly was another.
After a few more minutes, I began to work up the nerve to begin all over again, ever so lightly caressing her panties. This time I would NOT get carried about. I was certain that I could continue this subtle fondling at this imperceptible rate for as long as I had to and if I played my cards right, I could even orgasm silently right in front of her as she slept! This delicious thought got me started all over again and again; it was no time before my movements gradually increased. I was too aroused to listen or care, but soon the gentle sound of swishing nylon became more apparent than ever!
This time Mom not only stirred but also turned over to face me in the dark!!! This time I REALLY froze in terror, not breathing or moving a muscle for a full 5 minutes. Mom was obviously not asleep and was now making it perfectly clear that she could, indeed, hear the gentle sound of her panties being caressed. I can't begin to tell you how embarrassed and humiliated this made me. I swore I would stop and just fall to sleep but by this point I was too aroused to turn back and yet once again, I began the imperceptible, slow fondling of her panties with my fingertips. Despite my attempts to maintain the slow, even pace that allowed me to fondle myself in silence, each time was no different than the last. As I became more and more consumed in panty lust, I began rubbing more noticeably without even realizing it. My fantasy began to get out of control and I imagined rubbing myself openly in front of Mom. This really drove me wild and began to slowly slide my jean shorts down over Mom's pretty panties.
Mom stirred again and I froze in place but now I was getting used to it and began to look forward to beginning all over again. With my shorts down over her panties, I felt a new boldness and eagerly started up again after about 10 long minutes. This time I began to slide the sheet down over me. When it got to my knees I really got hot. Now, if for some reason Mom got up and turned on the light she would see me in her panties. The idea of exposing myself in Mom's panties has always been a huge fantasy of mine and to lie there right in front of her with that very real possible just an incident was ignited my lustful fire.
I began stroking silently at first but now could take it no longer. I looked FORWARD to increasing my pace, actually LETTING Mom hear the swishing of her nylon panties! What was going on with me? It was one thing to fantasize about this while I was rubbing myself n the solitude of my room, it was another to be fantasizing about right in front of her- AND it was still another to be ACTING OUT this fantasy right now with her two feet away on the couch!!! I couldn't believe how brazen I had become but I was so filled with panty lust I just couldn't' restrain myself any longer. I openly began rubbing her panties, listening to the gentle swishing sound which only served to make me more aroused. Mom stirred a couple more times and I paused for a couple minutes each time but eagerly got back to business.
Finally, Mom got up and turned of the air conditioner a sure sign that she was well aware of my naughty doings and a clear message that she wanted me to stop. With the air conditioner off, the still of the night revealed every noise. I was so humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed by what had just happened that I stopped for around 10 minutes. Any sound I made could now be heard but soon I reached over and began the slow, gentle tease that had begun the night. Of course, I couldn't take that for long and was soon openly rubbing Mom's panties, the swish of nylon filling the air. Mom stirred again but by this time I was so aroused I didn't care. I WANTED her to hear me. I was stunned that she didn't say something but by this point it was probably too embarrassing for her to do so and we decided to play this little ordeal out without speaking a word. I continued to rub myself as Mom occasionally stirred, trying her best to ignore me. Somehow, I managed to fade off to sleep before I creamed in her panties- which was a good thing. I can't imagine the shame and humiliation I would have felt if I have actually cum in front of Mom. The dread and horror I would feel immediately afterward would be crushing. The next thing I knew, it would be morning and I would be stirring.
As I awoke I came to sudden horror of realizing what was going on. I was wearing Mom's panties and the sun was up. Mom was certainly awake by now having her morning coffee. Without opening my eyes I tried to piece everything together. I could tell that the sheet was down by my knees. With that realization, I had to now figure out if my panties were exposed or not. I thought about my jean shorts and could tell that they were still down below my panties that I wore. This meant that I was exposed totally when Mom got up
She HAD to see, stiff as a board in her pretty panties as soon as she got up. And THEN she would be sitting there the whole time drinking her coffee, looking right over at me on the cot!! This was shame and humiliation like I had never felt before. Why had I done such a stupid thing?? It was all fun and games while I was aroused and rubbing myself but now that I had to get up and face Mom it was totally another thing. How could I POSSIBLY face her like this??? I lay there for at least a half hour with my eyes shut, trying to listen for any movement by Mom. I would probably have to wait for her to go to the bathroom, dart into my room and change. But still, how could I face her after being so naughty last night? This was certainly the most humiliating experience of my life!
After lying there forever I could detect no movement from Mom. I had to go to the bathroom badly and needed to get up for school. At some point I would just have to bite the bullet and get up. But what would it be like to open my eyes and see Mom staring back at me as I wore her panties??? I would soon find out, I thought, and I cracked open my one eye slowly, peering toward the kitchen table. To my amazement, no one was there!!!! I opened my eyes fully and took advantage of this good fortune, bolting into the bathroom, then my bedroom to change and finally out the door. Mom was in her back bedroom and I never saw her at all that morning. Thankfully nothing was ever said when I came home that night but the humiliation and shame would stay for years to come.
The rollaway cot was in Mom's bedroom and as I walked in to her room ideas started flashing thru my mind. Here I was in her bedroom- with a legitimate right to be in her bedroom and the cot was right next to her dresser. Wouldn't it be exciting, I thought, if I were to sneak into her drawer and grab a pair of her white nylon panties to wear to bed? Ooooh! The temptation had me stiffening in my cotton shorts but the idea was so bold and naughty. I realized if this were going to happen, it had better happen NOW. I didn't want to take too long in her room to make Mom suspect anything so with great daring I simultaneously slid her drawer open while rolling the cot so any noise I made getting into her drawer would be covered. I grabbed the top pair off the pile, stuffed them into my shorts and slid the drawer closed quickly while pushing the cot a little further. I pushed the cot out into the front room and darted into the bathroom to change.
I was overwhelmed at the preposterous idea I had. Would I dare to have enough nerve to follow thru on it? The very idea of wearing Mom's white nylon panties in front of her (albeit in the dark) had me quite worked up. Just knowing that Mom would be just a couple feet away as I would lie there in her panties drove me wild. I trembled as I slid into her panties and wondered if I could really pull this off. Then I considered something that pushed me over the edge. I would be moving out the following summer and wouldn't get many chances likes this again. Although I had been on good behavior over the past 5 years I realized that this might even be my LAST chance to pull off something like this. That, and the few beers I had that evening pushed me on to do this. I pulled my slight jean shorts over Mom's panties and walked out into the front room.
The lights were off and I crawled into bed as I wished Mom good night. It was warm but I pulled the sheet over me out of embarrassment. Even though my shorts covered Mom's panties I was scared that if I weren't fully covered she might see the waistband of her panties poking out in the morning as I slept. I was very concerned about this, as Mom was a very early riser and was certain to get up at least an hour or two before me in the morning. I was so afraid that I might toss the cover off in the middle of the night and have my t-shirt hike up enough to expose Mom's panties. I couldn't bear to think what would happen if I woke up to find Mom staring at me from the kitchen table, which was just a couple feet away. It was her ritual to sit at the table and sip her morning coffee and the chair she always sat in would have a direct view of the cot I was laying on.
One side affect of lying there in the dark in front of Mom in her pretty panties (which I could have very easily predicted!) was that I became quite aroused. Of course, ANY time I put Mom's panties on I became aroused- even the IDEA of wearing her panties got me hot! But to be wearing them RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER was wild beyond compare! Of course, unlike the times I wore her panties to bed, I was unable to simply slide my hand down and begin fondling myself thru her panties as I always did. No, I didn't have that same luxury now. Mom was RIGHT there. I ached to reach down and fondle her panties but realized that Mom probably wasn't asleep just yet. And even still, she was a notoriously light sleeper who stirred at the slightest noise. Now I began to realize that I had created a problem I could have easily seen coming had I not been so wrapped up with the deliciously naughty thought of wearing her panties. What was I going to do about getting so aroused with Mom right there???? If I caressed and fondled her panties Mom would certainly hear me. This was sheer torture!!! My naughty plan had backfired. The more I ached to fondle her panties the stiffer I became and the more my desire increased. I began to even feel a little wet spot form on the tip of my cock and dot her silky panties.
Maybe if I waited till Mom was asleep.... then I could begin massaging her panties quietly. But could I WAIT that long??? I couldn't take it any more and slid my hand down quietly to her panties, lightly stroking the tip of my panty-covered penis with the tips of my fingers. My movements were subtle and gentle, barely moving at all. However, the silken feel of Mom's panties didn't need much stimulation to drive me wild. The slow, subtle movement of my fingertips over her panties had me stiff as a board and soon another wet spot was kissing Mom's panties.
I was extra careful to make my movements as slow and undetectable as possible. The combination of this restrained stroking and the heightened sense of fear and shame that Mom was right there as I rubbed myself quietly created a truly erotic experience. I got more and more aroused.
However, this only made the situation WORSE!!! I was getting more and more turned on, which only served to make me want to go on! If the slight movement of my fingertips back and forth had me fearing detection how on earth would I be able to continue? There was no turning back- the more turned on I became the more I wanted to cum. But that would certainly NOT be possible with Mom right there! I thought about getting up and disappearing to my bedroom to finish the job but was too tired to get up. It just felt so good to lie there caressing her panties gently in front of her. Besides, if she were asleep already, getting up would wake her and I'm sure she would suspect what I was up to.
All of this had me pretty aroused and before I knew it, I was pretty wrapped up in erotic delight. All of a sudden, I snapped out of it when I heard Mom stir. I froze in place, hand over her panties and was shocked back to reality. As I lie there frozen in the still of the night and listened to the hum of the air conditioner I realized that I had been moving my hand over Mom's silky panties a little more rapidly as I had been getting turned on. Mom must have heard the sound of my hand sliding over nylon. I felt chilled as a wave of shame and humiliation swept over my body. Had I REALLY been rubbing her panties loudly enough for her to hear? I hadn't even been aware that I had sped up my hand movements. I had been so careful when I began.
I waited for Mom to fall back asleep (hopefully) and started to slowly caress her panties again with my fingertips, moving them ever so slightly in the dark. No noise could be heard. Of that, I was sure. The subtle movements created a strange sensation, unlike that of the all-out rubbing that I usually did. It was slow and more sensuous- teasingly so, which only made me ache that much more.
In no time at all, I was stiff and dying to climax. I began to unbutton my jean shorts carefully so I could have better access to Mom's panties. As I lay there massaging her panties slowly I became consumed with panty lust. Again, Mom stirred and snapped me back to consciousness. Again, I froze in place terrified that Mom had heard me again. As much as I was fantasizing about Mom hearing me, the truth was I was scared to death of the reality of it. It was the LAST thing I wanted, despite my bold fantasies to the contrary. The shame and humiliation engulfed me again. How could I be masturbating in Mom's panties in front of her? Where did I get this nerve? Lying there frozen like that for minutes, I questioned my sanity and thought quietly caressing her panties is one thing but rubbing them loudly was another.
After a few more minutes, I began to work up the nerve to begin all over again, ever so lightly caressing her panties. This time I would NOT get carried about. I was certain that I could continue this subtle fondling at this imperceptible rate for as long as I had to and if I played my cards right, I could even orgasm silently right in front of her as she slept! This delicious thought got me started all over again and again; it was no time before my movements gradually increased. I was too aroused to listen or care, but soon the gentle sound of swishing nylon became more apparent than ever!
This time Mom not only stirred but also turned over to face me in the dark!!! This time I REALLY froze in terror, not breathing or moving a muscle for a full 5 minutes. Mom was obviously not asleep and was now making it perfectly clear that she could, indeed, hear the gentle sound of her panties being caressed. I can't begin to tell you how embarrassed and humiliated this made me. I swore I would stop and just fall to sleep but by this point I was too aroused to turn back and yet once again, I began the imperceptible, slow fondling of her panties with my fingertips. Despite my attempts to maintain the slow, even pace that allowed me to fondle myself in silence, each time was no different than the last. As I became more and more consumed in panty lust, I began rubbing more noticeably without even realizing it. My fantasy began to get out of control and I imagined rubbing myself openly in front of Mom. This really drove me wild and began to slowly slide my jean shorts down over Mom's pretty panties.
Mom stirred again and I froze in place but now I was getting used to it and began to look forward to beginning all over again. With my shorts down over her panties, I felt a new boldness and eagerly started up again after about 10 long minutes. This time I began to slide the sheet down over me. When it got to my knees I really got hot. Now, if for some reason Mom got up and turned on the light she would see me in her panties. The idea of exposing myself in Mom's panties has always been a huge fantasy of mine and to lie there right in front of her with that very real possible just an incident was ignited my lustful fire.
I began stroking silently at first but now could take it no longer. I looked FORWARD to increasing my pace, actually LETTING Mom hear the swishing of her nylon panties! What was going on with me? It was one thing to fantasize about this while I was rubbing myself n the solitude of my room, it was another to be fantasizing about right in front of her- AND it was still another to be ACTING OUT this fantasy right now with her two feet away on the couch!!! I couldn't believe how brazen I had become but I was so filled with panty lust I just couldn't' restrain myself any longer. I openly began rubbing her panties, listening to the gentle swishing sound which only served to make me more aroused. Mom stirred a couple more times and I paused for a couple minutes each time but eagerly got back to business.
Finally, Mom got up and turned of the air conditioner a sure sign that she was well aware of my naughty doings and a clear message that she wanted me to stop. With the air conditioner off, the still of the night revealed every noise. I was so humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed by what had just happened that I stopped for around 10 minutes. Any sound I made could now be heard but soon I reached over and began the slow, gentle tease that had begun the night. Of course, I couldn't take that for long and was soon openly rubbing Mom's panties, the swish of nylon filling the air. Mom stirred again but by this time I was so aroused I didn't care. I WANTED her to hear me. I was stunned that she didn't say something but by this point it was probably too embarrassing for her to do so and we decided to play this little ordeal out without speaking a word. I continued to rub myself as Mom occasionally stirred, trying her best to ignore me. Somehow, I managed to fade off to sleep before I creamed in her panties- which was a good thing. I can't imagine the shame and humiliation I would have felt if I have actually cum in front of Mom. The dread and horror I would feel immediately afterward would be crushing. The next thing I knew, it would be morning and I would be stirring.
As I awoke I came to sudden horror of realizing what was going on. I was wearing Mom's panties and the sun was up. Mom was certainly awake by now having her morning coffee. Without opening my eyes I tried to piece everything together. I could tell that the sheet was down by my knees. With that realization, I had to now figure out if my panties were exposed or not. I thought about my jean shorts and could tell that they were still down below my panties that I wore. This meant that I was exposed totally when Mom got up
She HAD to see, stiff as a board in her pretty panties as soon as she got up. And THEN she would be sitting there the whole time drinking her coffee, looking right over at me on the cot!! This was shame and humiliation like I had never felt before. Why had I done such a stupid thing?? It was all fun and games while I was aroused and rubbing myself but now that I had to get up and face Mom it was totally another thing. How could I POSSIBLY face her like this??? I lay there for at least a half hour with my eyes shut, trying to listen for any movement by Mom. I would probably have to wait for her to go to the bathroom, dart into my room and change. But still, how could I face her after being so naughty last night? This was certainly the most humiliating experience of my life!
After lying there forever I could detect no movement from Mom. I had to go to the bathroom badly and needed to get up for school. At some point I would just have to bite the bullet and get up. But what would it be like to open my eyes and see Mom staring back at me as I wore her panties??? I would soon find out, I thought, and I cracked open my one eye slowly, peering toward the kitchen table. To my amazement, no one was there!!!! I opened my eyes fully and took advantage of this good fortune, bolting into the bathroom, then my bedroom to change and finally out the door. Mom was in her back bedroom and I never saw her at all that morning. Thankfully nothing was ever said when I came home that night but the humiliation and shame would stay for years to come.
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