Masturbating for Mom
When I was just ************** I began to masturbate by laying face down and rubbing the palms of my hands over the front of my cotton boy briefs until I experienced a tingling sensation all over my body. It always felt so electrifying and I can even recall a few episodes from back then.
One in particular was the time Mom caught me on the living room floor. She came out of the kitchen, turned the corner and locked eyes with me as I looked up from far down the hallway. I felt completely embarrassed and ashamed. Oddly, Mom's face developed a peculiar smile, as if she were a bit amused. Nothing was ever said, a pattern that would remain for the rest of our relationship.
At 6 I discovered silky nylon panties and instinctively put them on to rub myself off with. I felt embarrassed and ashamed to raid Mom’s underwear drawer but I couldn’t stop myself. Repeated vows to quit were always met with reasoning that I was going to do this just one last time. As long as this was the last time I wouldn’t feel so bad. But it was never the last time.
Mom began to catch on and was actually more than obliging. On two occasions when my sister visited and stayed in her bedroom I found a pair of panties then two full slips hidden in my bedroom. I guess Mom wanted to keep me happy and not have me take any chances of being caught sneaking into her bedroom by sis.
Later Mom, who had slept on the couch for several years, moved me into her bedroom from the age of 13 to 14. I slept in Mom’s panties, slips and padded bras almost nightly during this time.
One day I came home from school and found myself alone. I raced toward Mom’s underwear drawer and pulled out a nice pair of panties and a white satin full slip and crawled up on her bed. I began rubbing away and was soon in ecstasy, so much so that I never heard Mom’s car pull up.
As I rubbed away I felt myself getting close to cumming. I had to be careful at this age because I had been producing semen since I was 12. I got very good at pulling her panties away at the last second so I wouldn’t stain them. I wanted so desperately to cum inside her nylon panties and feel the glory of the explosion of hot cum against the slipperiness of the nylon panties. I craved this but knew I could never afford to do so. Cumming all over her panties meant I couldn’t put them back in her drawer and would be forced to put them in the hamper. Mom would certainly notice what I had done when she did the laundry and I would be busted! I’d be so completely humiliated I’d never be able to look her in the eye again!
Suddenly I felt a presence in the room and became painfully aware of what I was doing. I froze for a minute then looked up into the mirror on Mom’s dresser. Behind me I saw Mom staring at me with her mouth wide open. I turned around in disbelief, as if I half expected Mom not to really be there- or at least I was praying for it.
Our eyes locked and I felt as if a jolt of electricity shot thru my body. Mom’s face revealed a state of shock. I was horrified and wished I could just not exist anymore. Slowly, an amused smile came over Mom’s face- just like the time when she caught masturbating at 5.
I began to get confused. Why was Mom suddenly smiling? Was she going to turn around and go back out as she did back then? I was waiting for this but she wouldn’t leave the doorway. Time seemed to freeze and I felt my heart pounding thru my chest. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life! How long had Mom been standing there watching me? Bad enough to just be caught wearing her underwear but to be caught in the act of masturbating! I felt my aching penis strain in my panties, which only made me more embarrassed.
I saw Mom’s eyes drop down to my crotch and then a wide smile broke out on her face! I felt my face redden and small wet spot form in Mom’s panties, which humiliated me. What was Mom up to? Why wasn’t she leaving? Wasn’t it bad enough that she caught me like this? Why must she drag it out by standing there smiling? It’s as if she enjoyed seeing me humiliated like this.
“What’s going on here?!” Mom shouted.
This only served to further humiliate me. Did Mom really expect me to answer her? And even if she did what on Earth could I possibly say? I mean, wasn’t it painfully obvious?
“Well…? What do you have to say for yourself?”
More silence. This was killing me. Each second felt like an hour to me with her glare. What was she thinking? My aching penis wanted her to go away so I could finish. I had been so close and now I had a couple of wet spots in my panties. But then what? I’d have to come out of my room eventually and see Mom. I couldn’t bear that. But I also couldn’t bear her staring at me, and with that strange smile.
“Cat got your tongue?”
More silence. I felt my hard on stiffen. I was sorry I had picked out Mom’s softest panties because the material had me edging even as I tried to mentally fight back.
Mom noticeably looked down again at my crotch then pretended to notice for the first time.
“Oh my goodness!!! Would you look at that! My ********** is turning into a young man! Or are you turning into Mom’s little pantyboy?”
Hearing Mom say the word ‘pantyboy’ made me turn an even deeper shade of red. And yet, all this humiliation was making me even more aroused. I ached deeply for release and yet I felt like I was frozen in place as time stood still.
“Did my little pantyboy want to finish what he started? Hmmmm….???” she said coyly.
Oh my god! What was Mom suggesting?? Was I hearing her right? Mom was supposed to get angry and start yelling. Suggesting I continue just didn’t make any sense. What kind of a Mom would suggest such a thing? My head felt like it was spinning.
“Go on! Finish for Mommy! Cum in my panties!” Mom cooed softly.
Just hearing these words from Mom’s lips had my penis pulsating involuntarily in her silky white panties.
“Go ahead pantyboy! Cum for Mommy! Cum in Mommy’s panties! It’s ok! Go on! Start touching yourself again. Mommy wants to see you cum in her panties!”
I couldn’t believe my ears! Mom was urging me to continue! Could I? Suddenly I felt my hand drift down to her silky panties and begin touching myself. I began to slide my fingertip just under the tip of the head in front, that soft, sensitive spot. I began moaning softly then louder, Mom urged me on.
“Go on pantyboy! Squirt into Mommy’s panties! Cum for Mommy, baby! Squirt for Mommy!”
It didn’t take long until I began gushing loads of warm semen into Mom’s silky panties. I began gushing like never before. Our eyes locked again as I kept squirting into Mom’s panties. It was the most intense orgasm of my life!!! My body tingled for several minutes after and felt a few more spurts of cum leak out.
I couldn’t believe Mom watched me do this. And I couldn’t believe I actually did this in front of her. My body began to quiver and shake and then I began to softly cry. What happened? What had I done? What was going on?
“There, there pantyboy! It’s ok! Just take my panties off when you feel comfortable and put them in the hamper so I can wash them.”
Mom turned and left. I continued to quiver and shake for at least a half hour after.
***
After Mom left I sat on the edge of my bed confused and ashamed. I stripped off Mom’s wet panties but decided I wanted to put on another pair. Although deeply ashamed I still felt rather naughty in light of what had just occurred. I went for a long walk by myself and spent the entire time in a daze. I relived the experience over and over. I felt numb and in another world but also deeply satisfied.
I lost track of time and walked around until it was dark out. When I got in I went straight into the hathroom and took a shower. Before I crawled into bed I put Mom’s panties back on and took a full alip and padded bra out of her drawer. After watching myself slide into them in the mirror I looked around for the cum soaked panties I left on the floor beside my bed.
I couldn’t find them! I looked underneath my bed then all over my room but it was clear they were no longer on the floor beside my bed where I left them! I felt a wave of s shame come over me as this meant Mom had found them. The idea of her touching my cum soaked panties- perhaps while they were still wet with my warm semen- excited me. I felt my penis slide up in Mom’s silky panties.
Just then Mom came into my room without knocking. I felt ashamed as my penis was poking straight out in the front of my slip.
“Can’t get enough of my panties, eh?” Mom said with a wink.
I blushed and my penis twitched noticeably. Mom got that weird smile on her face again.
“I just wanted to let you know I took those wet panties and put them in the hamper. I’ll make a little deal with you. I’ll wash those panties and let you keep them under one strict condition.
Mom paused to let her words sink in.
My mind began to race. I got to keep a pair of Mom’s panties? I could actually call them MY panties! I’d do anything to have a pair of Mom’s panties to call my own! What was the catch?
“First, we have to keep this our little secret, ok?”
I nodded furiously! Who was I going to tell- and why? Was that the only catch? Oh, wait. She had said ‘first.’
“Second, you’re not allowed to wear my panties outside of the house. No one else is to find out, understood?”
“Yes, Mom!”
This was easy!
“Third…..”
Mom wasn’t done yet and by the tone if her voice she was going to say something serious.
“I will keep your panties in my drawer to avoid any possible suspicion but you must ask my permission to wear them- every time! Furthermore, you are no longer allowed to masturbate by yourself. You must tell me and I must watch you, understood?”
Wait…. What? Mom was asking to not only ask her every time I wanted to wear her panties but I also had to masturbate in front of her from now on? What kind of a deal was this?”
“If I find out you have not followed these directions to the letter I will not only take away your panties but you will never get to wear them again. I’ll donate my clothing to Goodwill and buy cotton panties if you don’t think I’m serious! And I have ways of finding out! And not only that. If you disobey me I will tell everyone in the family as well as all your friends!”
Was she serious? Could she really find out? Would she really tell everyone? I wanted her panties more than anything but this idea about asking her to wear her panties- I’d feel so ashamed having to ask every time. It was so easy to just sneak into her drawer whenever she wasn’t home. What if I came home from school and needed to dress in her underwear? I could probably sneak it but what if she really found out? I’d be dead!
I was confused more than ever but decided it was easier to accept her terms. I could figure out the mess I got myself into later. For now I got to wear her panties with her permission.
After raiding Mom’s drawer freely for years asking her permission seemed extremely difficult at first. I had to approach Mom and actually force the words out of my mouth “Mom, can I wear your panties please?” It was so humiliating to even think about. I couldn’t bring myself to do it for weeks but my penis began aching for her panties. I thought about sneaking them a few times but knew Mom was clever. Ever since she caught onto me measuring how much I left open my underwear drawer I knew she would employ similar tactics against me. I didn’t dare risk blowing this.
I sat in my bedroom all day thinking about how badly I wanted to wear ‘my’ new panties. I wanted them so much. But it meant I had to ask Mom. I kept rehearsing the line over and over again and played out the scene in my mind. “Mom can I wear your panties, please?” The words kept turning me on, Imagining having to ask Mom to wear her panties- knowing she would know what I would do with them excited me beyond belief. Finally I got up and forced one foot after another out into the front room until I stood before Mom.
She looked up at me but said nothing. It almost seemed that she knew what I wanted to say. Finally after an awkward silence I forced the words out. It was as if I was outside my body looking down at myself and hearing the words come out of my own mouth.
“Mom….. I want to wear your panties, please!”
I felt my penis slide up in my cotton boy briefs I was so excited!
“Well, I was wondering how long it would take you to work up the nerve to ask me! Yes, you can wear them!”
I pivoted on my heels and raced toward Mom’s drawer, eager to pull out her panties and slide into them. I slid into her panties and watched myself in the mirror. I tented her panties as soon as I got them on.
I began touching myself and had a nice wet spot in the front of Mom’s panties in no time. Mom appeared in my doorway.
“Remember, you can only touch yourself in my panties while I am watching!”
I gulped noticeably. That’s right. How was this going to work? I not only had to ask Mom permission to wear her panties but I could only touch myself in her panties while she watched me.
”Go on, pantyboy! Touch yourself for Mommy!” Mom cooed seductively.
I fondled myself thoughtlessly as we both stared into each others eyes. I began to whimper and moan as I shot my load into her panties, squirting huge amounts of warm cum into her panties and she looked on.
”That’s it, pantyboy! Cum for Mommy! Squirt into my silky panties!”
I gushed a second load into her panties at her urging and felt so aroused and turned on. What was going on confused me and made no sense but at this point I no longer cared. The orgasm felt so good.
After I finished cumming Mom walked over and slid my wet panties down my legs. Having her kneel before me made me feel quite awkward as my penis was still semi-hard and almost touching her cheek. She didn’t seem to even notice, though.
When she removed my panties she did something that struck me. She held the panties up to her face, as if to inspect them then gave them a little peck with her lips right on the front of the panties, getting just a tiny droplet of my cum in her lips. Mom stood up then licked her lips.
“Let me get a fresh pair of panties for you.” Mom said calmly, and then walked over to her drawer.
One in particular was the time Mom caught me on the living room floor. She came out of the kitchen, turned the corner and locked eyes with me as I looked up from far down the hallway. I felt completely embarrassed and ashamed. Oddly, Mom's face developed a peculiar smile, as if she were a bit amused. Nothing was ever said, a pattern that would remain for the rest of our relationship.
At 6 I discovered silky nylon panties and instinctively put them on to rub myself off with. I felt embarrassed and ashamed to raid Mom’s underwear drawer but I couldn’t stop myself. Repeated vows to quit were always met with reasoning that I was going to do this just one last time. As long as this was the last time I wouldn’t feel so bad. But it was never the last time.
Mom began to catch on and was actually more than obliging. On two occasions when my sister visited and stayed in her bedroom I found a pair of panties then two full slips hidden in my bedroom. I guess Mom wanted to keep me happy and not have me take any chances of being caught sneaking into her bedroom by sis.
Later Mom, who had slept on the couch for several years, moved me into her bedroom from the age of 13 to 14. I slept in Mom’s panties, slips and padded bras almost nightly during this time.
One day I came home from school and found myself alone. I raced toward Mom’s underwear drawer and pulled out a nice pair of panties and a white satin full slip and crawled up on her bed. I began rubbing away and was soon in ecstasy, so much so that I never heard Mom’s car pull up.
As I rubbed away I felt myself getting close to cumming. I had to be careful at this age because I had been producing semen since I was 12. I got very good at pulling her panties away at the last second so I wouldn’t stain them. I wanted so desperately to cum inside her nylon panties and feel the glory of the explosion of hot cum against the slipperiness of the nylon panties. I craved this but knew I could never afford to do so. Cumming all over her panties meant I couldn’t put them back in her drawer and would be forced to put them in the hamper. Mom would certainly notice what I had done when she did the laundry and I would be busted! I’d be so completely humiliated I’d never be able to look her in the eye again!
Suddenly I felt a presence in the room and became painfully aware of what I was doing. I froze for a minute then looked up into the mirror on Mom’s dresser. Behind me I saw Mom staring at me with her mouth wide open. I turned around in disbelief, as if I half expected Mom not to really be there- or at least I was praying for it.
Our eyes locked and I felt as if a jolt of electricity shot thru my body. Mom’s face revealed a state of shock. I was horrified and wished I could just not exist anymore. Slowly, an amused smile came over Mom’s face- just like the time when she caught masturbating at 5.
I began to get confused. Why was Mom suddenly smiling? Was she going to turn around and go back out as she did back then? I was waiting for this but she wouldn’t leave the doorway. Time seemed to freeze and I felt my heart pounding thru my chest. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life! How long had Mom been standing there watching me? Bad enough to just be caught wearing her underwear but to be caught in the act of masturbating! I felt my aching penis strain in my panties, which only made me more embarrassed.
I saw Mom’s eyes drop down to my crotch and then a wide smile broke out on her face! I felt my face redden and small wet spot form in Mom’s panties, which humiliated me. What was Mom up to? Why wasn’t she leaving? Wasn’t it bad enough that she caught me like this? Why must she drag it out by standing there smiling? It’s as if she enjoyed seeing me humiliated like this.
“What’s going on here?!” Mom shouted.
This only served to further humiliate me. Did Mom really expect me to answer her? And even if she did what on Earth could I possibly say? I mean, wasn’t it painfully obvious?
“Well…? What do you have to say for yourself?”
More silence. This was killing me. Each second felt like an hour to me with her glare. What was she thinking? My aching penis wanted her to go away so I could finish. I had been so close and now I had a couple of wet spots in my panties. But then what? I’d have to come out of my room eventually and see Mom. I couldn’t bear that. But I also couldn’t bear her staring at me, and with that strange smile.
“Cat got your tongue?”
More silence. I felt my hard on stiffen. I was sorry I had picked out Mom’s softest panties because the material had me edging even as I tried to mentally fight back.
Mom noticeably looked down again at my crotch then pretended to notice for the first time.
“Oh my goodness!!! Would you look at that! My ********** is turning into a young man! Or are you turning into Mom’s little pantyboy?”
Hearing Mom say the word ‘pantyboy’ made me turn an even deeper shade of red. And yet, all this humiliation was making me even more aroused. I ached deeply for release and yet I felt like I was frozen in place as time stood still.
“Did my little pantyboy want to finish what he started? Hmmmm….???” she said coyly.
Oh my god! What was Mom suggesting?? Was I hearing her right? Mom was supposed to get angry and start yelling. Suggesting I continue just didn’t make any sense. What kind of a Mom would suggest such a thing? My head felt like it was spinning.
“Go on! Finish for Mommy! Cum in my panties!” Mom cooed softly.
Just hearing these words from Mom’s lips had my penis pulsating involuntarily in her silky white panties.
“Go ahead pantyboy! Cum for Mommy! Cum in Mommy’s panties! It’s ok! Go on! Start touching yourself again. Mommy wants to see you cum in her panties!”
I couldn’t believe my ears! Mom was urging me to continue! Could I? Suddenly I felt my hand drift down to her silky panties and begin touching myself. I began to slide my fingertip just under the tip of the head in front, that soft, sensitive spot. I began moaning softly then louder, Mom urged me on.
“Go on pantyboy! Squirt into Mommy’s panties! Cum for Mommy, baby! Squirt for Mommy!”
It didn’t take long until I began gushing loads of warm semen into Mom’s silky panties. I began gushing like never before. Our eyes locked again as I kept squirting into Mom’s panties. It was the most intense orgasm of my life!!! My body tingled for several minutes after and felt a few more spurts of cum leak out.
I couldn’t believe Mom watched me do this. And I couldn’t believe I actually did this in front of her. My body began to quiver and shake and then I began to softly cry. What happened? What had I done? What was going on?
“There, there pantyboy! It’s ok! Just take my panties off when you feel comfortable and put them in the hamper so I can wash them.”
Mom turned and left. I continued to quiver and shake for at least a half hour after.
***
After Mom left I sat on the edge of my bed confused and ashamed. I stripped off Mom’s wet panties but decided I wanted to put on another pair. Although deeply ashamed I still felt rather naughty in light of what had just occurred. I went for a long walk by myself and spent the entire time in a daze. I relived the experience over and over. I felt numb and in another world but also deeply satisfied.
I lost track of time and walked around until it was dark out. When I got in I went straight into the hathroom and took a shower. Before I crawled into bed I put Mom’s panties back on and took a full alip and padded bra out of her drawer. After watching myself slide into them in the mirror I looked around for the cum soaked panties I left on the floor beside my bed.
I couldn’t find them! I looked underneath my bed then all over my room but it was clear they were no longer on the floor beside my bed where I left them! I felt a wave of s shame come over me as this meant Mom had found them. The idea of her touching my cum soaked panties- perhaps while they were still wet with my warm semen- excited me. I felt my penis slide up in Mom’s silky panties.
Just then Mom came into my room without knocking. I felt ashamed as my penis was poking straight out in the front of my slip.
“Can’t get enough of my panties, eh?” Mom said with a wink.
I blushed and my penis twitched noticeably. Mom got that weird smile on her face again.
“I just wanted to let you know I took those wet panties and put them in the hamper. I’ll make a little deal with you. I’ll wash those panties and let you keep them under one strict condition.
Mom paused to let her words sink in.
My mind began to race. I got to keep a pair of Mom’s panties? I could actually call them MY panties! I’d do anything to have a pair of Mom’s panties to call my own! What was the catch?
“First, we have to keep this our little secret, ok?”
I nodded furiously! Who was I going to tell- and why? Was that the only catch? Oh, wait. She had said ‘first.’
“Second, you’re not allowed to wear my panties outside of the house. No one else is to find out, understood?”
“Yes, Mom!”
This was easy!
“Third…..”
Mom wasn’t done yet and by the tone if her voice she was going to say something serious.
“I will keep your panties in my drawer to avoid any possible suspicion but you must ask my permission to wear them- every time! Furthermore, you are no longer allowed to masturbate by yourself. You must tell me and I must watch you, understood?”
Wait…. What? Mom was asking to not only ask her every time I wanted to wear her panties but I also had to masturbate in front of her from now on? What kind of a deal was this?”
“If I find out you have not followed these directions to the letter I will not only take away your panties but you will never get to wear them again. I’ll donate my clothing to Goodwill and buy cotton panties if you don’t think I’m serious! And I have ways of finding out! And not only that. If you disobey me I will tell everyone in the family as well as all your friends!”
Was she serious? Could she really find out? Would she really tell everyone? I wanted her panties more than anything but this idea about asking her to wear her panties- I’d feel so ashamed having to ask every time. It was so easy to just sneak into her drawer whenever she wasn’t home. What if I came home from school and needed to dress in her underwear? I could probably sneak it but what if she really found out? I’d be dead!
I was confused more than ever but decided it was easier to accept her terms. I could figure out the mess I got myself into later. For now I got to wear her panties with her permission.
After raiding Mom’s drawer freely for years asking her permission seemed extremely difficult at first. I had to approach Mom and actually force the words out of my mouth “Mom, can I wear your panties please?” It was so humiliating to even think about. I couldn’t bring myself to do it for weeks but my penis began aching for her panties. I thought about sneaking them a few times but knew Mom was clever. Ever since she caught onto me measuring how much I left open my underwear drawer I knew she would employ similar tactics against me. I didn’t dare risk blowing this.
I sat in my bedroom all day thinking about how badly I wanted to wear ‘my’ new panties. I wanted them so much. But it meant I had to ask Mom. I kept rehearsing the line over and over again and played out the scene in my mind. “Mom can I wear your panties, please?” The words kept turning me on, Imagining having to ask Mom to wear her panties- knowing she would know what I would do with them excited me beyond belief. Finally I got up and forced one foot after another out into the front room until I stood before Mom.
She looked up at me but said nothing. It almost seemed that she knew what I wanted to say. Finally after an awkward silence I forced the words out. It was as if I was outside my body looking down at myself and hearing the words come out of my own mouth.
“Mom….. I want to wear your panties, please!”
I felt my penis slide up in my cotton boy briefs I was so excited!
“Well, I was wondering how long it would take you to work up the nerve to ask me! Yes, you can wear them!”
I pivoted on my heels and raced toward Mom’s drawer, eager to pull out her panties and slide into them. I slid into her panties and watched myself in the mirror. I tented her panties as soon as I got them on.
I began touching myself and had a nice wet spot in the front of Mom’s panties in no time. Mom appeared in my doorway.
“Remember, you can only touch yourself in my panties while I am watching!”
I gulped noticeably. That’s right. How was this going to work? I not only had to ask Mom permission to wear her panties but I could only touch myself in her panties while she watched me.
”Go on, pantyboy! Touch yourself for Mommy!” Mom cooed seductively.
I fondled myself thoughtlessly as we both stared into each others eyes. I began to whimper and moan as I shot my load into her panties, squirting huge amounts of warm cum into her panties and she looked on.
”That’s it, pantyboy! Cum for Mommy! Squirt into my silky panties!”
I gushed a second load into her panties at her urging and felt so aroused and turned on. What was going on confused me and made no sense but at this point I no longer cared. The orgasm felt so good.
After I finished cumming Mom walked over and slid my wet panties down my legs. Having her kneel before me made me feel quite awkward as my penis was still semi-hard and almost touching her cheek. She didn’t seem to even notice, though.
When she removed my panties she did something that struck me. She held the panties up to her face, as if to inspect them then gave them a little peck with her lips right on the front of the panties, getting just a tiny droplet of my cum in her lips. Mom stood up then licked her lips.
“Let me get a fresh pair of panties for you.” Mom said calmly, and then walked over to her drawer.
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