Mom's cum stained panties
I loved sneaking Mom’s panties from her drawer as soon as I got home after school. I knew I had about an hour before Mom typically got home to cook dinner so took frequent advantage of the time.
I’d strip in front of Mom’s dresser which had a full-width mirror then slide her underwear drawer open. Just the magical act of sliding her drawer open got me excited and looking down at her neatly folded slips and panties sent me to the moon! My heart would begin pounding thru my chest. I knew what I was doing was naughty and wrong but I couldn’t help myself. It was just too tempting to resist.
I loved sliding them up my legs and up to my waist. As soon as my penis felt that thin layer of slippery nylon it became hard. Nothing on Earth felt better! I would hop on her bed and rub myself off in her panties until my body tingled all over. I’d strip her panties off, fold them carefully and put them back in her drawer and go about my business, loving that I was getting away with this. It felt a bit like I was a thief and robbing a bank on a daily basis, getting away with it easily each time with little chance of ever being caught!
I continued to do this for several years then around the age of 12 I noticed some subtle changes. My urges to sneak and wear Mom’s underwear became stronger. I felt like I was out of control. I recall one day rushing home to raid Mom’s drawer. I couldn’t wait to get in! I raced to her underwear drawer, slid it open and pulled out the top pair of white nylon panties. I slid into them quickly and hopped on Mom’s bed. I was in heaven rubbing away and stiff as a board.
All of a sudden something began happening. My orgasms always felt tremendous and made my whole body shake and quiver and tingle. I always loved the sensation. But this time felt different, particularly in my penis. I was getting close but suddenly had a sense of holding back, that something was wrong. But it was too late. I couldn’t stop rubbing Mom’s panties. All of a sudden I felt a strange urge- almost as if was going to pee! I knew it wasn’t that but something built up and needed to come out. I tried to stop it but it was too late. All of a sudden this fluid came gushing out and wouldn’t stop. I was horrified. What was this? And even worse, it was getting all over Mom’s panties. I couldn’t stop and it was already too late. I was breathing very heavily and the sensation was the most intense orgasm in my life. I both loved it and hated it at the same time. Loved it because it felt so good and hated it because I had made a mess in Mom’s panties. Now what was I going to do?
In a panic I stripped her panties off, folded them neatly and put them back in her drawer, on the very bottom of her neatly folded pile. I thought it best to put them back. Where would I hide them? And what would I do with them? At least I wouldn't have to worry about Mom finding them if I hid them somewhere. I also put them on the very bottom of her panty pile so it would be a while before she would ever get to them. Mom had 13 panties and did the laundry weekly so I knew I had time before I decided what I would do about the huge cum stain in her panties.
Throughout the following week I tried to think of every possibility. Mom’s panties needed to be washed. I thought about putting them on the bottom of the hamper. I almost decided to do that but feared Mom would notice the panties as she pulled them out of the hamper or before she tossed them in the washer. Having her discover them like that would be too embarrassing to chance.
I would somehow have to find a way to wash them myself but I had never done the laundry before. If Mom caught me doing laundry she’d be very suspicious and figure there was something I wanted to hide. I would have to throw her panties in the washer and dryer alone. But if Mom came home while this was happening she’d be very curious and no doubt look inside them to see what was going on. I’d be dead!
I wrestled with what do all week and decided that I had no choice. I’d have to wash the panties- alone- and take my chances. It made no sense to do a whole load to disguise what I was up to. Mom would certainly question me and what excuse could I make up? Besides, a single panty would dry much quicker than an entire load! The best time to try this would be on Saturday morning when Mom went grocery shopping. That might just leave me enough time to do this if I was lucky. The rest of the week I was on pins and needles. I kept rehearsing what I would do over and over as if it might somehow help to minimize the time spent washing and drying Mom’s panties.
Saturday finally came and I couldn’t wait for Mom to finally leave. It seemed to take forever. I stayed in bed, afraid that my nervousness might betray my intentions. As soon as I heard the front door close I bolted to the front room window and watched until Mom’s car pulled away. As soon as it did, I ran into Mom’s bedroom and quickly slid open her underwear drawer. I reached down to the bottom of her neatly folded panty pile, grabbed the bottom panty and pulled it up. When I unfolded it I was shocked!
There was no cum stain all over the front of the panty!! I was beside myself. What had happened? I took a good look at the panties and realized these weren’t the panties I had masturbated in. The elastic at the waist and legs was a little different. These were different panties. But then…. where were the cum stained panties???
Now I was really in a tizzy! What could possibly have happened? How could the panties have magically disappeared? I took the entire pile of Mom’s panties out of the drawer and placed them on the bed. I sat down on her bed and went through each and every panty, one by one, unfolding them, looking them over and refolding them, making sure to keep the order of panties the same so Mom wouldn’t notice I had been in her drawer. Although her panties were all plain, white nylon full cut panties there were minor differences. I could tell they weren’t all the same brand, despite the fact that Mom always carefully removed the inside tag. To my complete shock none of the panties had a cum stain! Where were the cum stained ones?
I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to look in the hamper. Mom had to have found them and thrown them in to be washed. I dug through the entire pile and pulled out two pairs of Mom’s panties. Certainly one of them had to be the pair. And while I would be relieved to find the pair the down side was that Mom had found them and discovered my deep, dark secret! This was unbearable to even think about. I looked over both panties but neither of those had a cum stain either! Had Mom thrown them out??
I ran into the kitchen and began digging through the garbage bag. Fortunately, it wasn’t too messy. I got to the bottom and found nothing so I went through it again…. And again until I was certain the panties weren’t there. I washed my hands and went through the hamper again. Nothing. I went through the panties in Mom’s drawer once more one by one. This, at least, was fun if still unproductive. But where could those panties be? I decided to even check the garbage can out back. There was only one bag and I emptied it hurriedly piece by piece. No panties. I was fit to be tied. I went back in and paced the house back and forth going over every single possibility.
I knew I hadn’t imagined it. All week long I remained terrified that Mom might happen to find the panties, as unlikely as that was. She had 13 panties. I kept such close track of her drawer that I even knew what panties she was wearing on any given day!
Wait! That was the clue! I would have to figure out what panties Mom was wearing today. I went thru the pile one by one, writing down my findings on a pad of paper. Ten panties there. I went back into hamper, looked over the two panties and noted them. That was 12 panties total. Nothing in either garbage can. That could only mean one thing……
The panties weren’t in her drawer…. Or the hamper…. Or the garbage…. That meant Mom found them and took them out of her drawer and unless she wasn’t wearing any panties at all that meant…. That she was WEARING THEM!!!
My heart felt like it began pounding thru my chest. My hands felt cold and clammy. My head felt like it was about to explode. Mom was wearing the pair of cum soaked panties! But how could that be? I mean, she would HAVE to notice. There’s no way she couldn’t! It’s obvious she took them out. They weren’t in her drawer and I couldn’t find them anywhere else. Unless she simply took them with her when she went shopping- and that would mean she wasn’t wearing any panties at all- the only other possibility was that she was wearing them. BUT WHY? HOW? She’d HAVE to know I had cum all over them, maybe not at first but by the time she had them pulled up to her waist how could she not notice? And why on Earth did she dig to the bottom of her pile? Why? WHY???
But it was too late. The panties had been found, regardless of what happened to them. My deep, dark secret was exposed. How could I ever look Mom in the eyes again? I felt totally ashamed and humiliated. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Would Mom tell anyone else? What would she say or do? I was in deep trouble and was certain a heavy punishment was in short order. How could I possibly wriggle out of this one? What possible excuse could I come up? That it wasn’t me? That I didn’t know? Mom and I lived alone so who else would have access to her panty drawer? And it certainly wasn’t Mom that stained them! But the most perplexing thing was why would Mom WEAR those panties? I imagined the whole sequence of her going into her underwear drawer and going to the bottom of her pile (again- WHY would she go to the bottom of the pile???). Maybe she didn’t notice at first but by the time she pulled them on she HAD to realize I had left a huge stain all over the front of her panties. Maybe not even at first but certainly within seconds. And when she found out she’d be furious! I imagined as soon as she came in the door that she would begin yelling and shouting at me. I was prepared for the worst!
I decided the best thing was not to be home when she came in. Maybe that would give her time to cool down. The truth was, I was terrified of seeing her, looking her in the eyes and having her press me for answers. But what could I say? Even if I wanted to confess the truth how could I? I could deny it all I wanted to but the truth was obvious. I walked around for hours in a complete daze, half hoping there was one last alternative to Mom finding those panties, as impossible as it seemed. Soon I began grasping at straws and fantasizing that a burglar somehow snuck in and stole a single pair of panties! I laughed at that one. Then I came up with the absurd idea that I got up in the middle of the night and was sleep walking, went into Mom’s drawer, took her panties and somehow hid them in my room without realizing it. Of course, that would mean Mom slept through this all and if I knew anything about Mom it was that she was a very light sleeper!
The only purpose the fantasies served was to put off going home. I walked around all afternoon and realized I’d have to go home at some point. I thought about walking around until late at night when Mom was in bed so I wouldn’t have to see her until the next day. That seemed rather appealing but I was getting really hungry and didn’t have any money on me. I knew I’d have to go home and have dinner. UGH! Dinner! How could I sit right across from Mom knowing what was coming? But I had no choice. I headed home, my head hanging down. It felt like I was walking the last mile.
I opened the back door as quietly as I could and slid into my bedroom. I could smell dinner and knew it was just a matter of minutes before my doom. I heard Mom put plates out on the dinner table and then she called me out to eat. I had to force each foot in front of the other. I sat down silently and kept my head down.
“Why so gloomy?” Mom asked.
Wait.... What??? Her voice showed no sign of retribution or anger. Certainly a long, stern lecture was coming about never touching anything that wasn’t mine. And that had to just be the beginning. What would she have to say about me not only taking her panties but wearing them…. and masturbating in them? This was going to be the most painful conversation of my life. Again, I wished I could crawl under a rock and die right now.
“Ohhh… ummm… nothing,” I mumbled.
Mom made several attempts at conversation. I mumbled one or two words answers and told Mom I was tired from having spent the whole day walking.
“Oh, I was wondering where you went. Well, maybe a hot bath and an early bed time are in order. I’m feeling tired, too, so will probably go to bed early as well.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. No yelling. No lecture. No punishment. I hurried with my dinner as fast as possible so I could at least escape the day without a scolding. I took my bath and went to bed, thinking about the mystery that was the entire day. How could Mom have found those panties and not begun yelling at me as soon as she found them? Of all the times I’d been punished this would have to far and away be the worst. She was up to something and I could only wait for the other shoe to drop, which actually made it even worse. It meant I had to fear the next day, or the one after that or the one after that until she finally called me into the front room and had a stern talk with me. This, alone, was a punishment of sorts, a mental punishment- a mind game! I drifted off to sleep, thinking about Mom wearing those cum soaked panties.
The days’ events weighed heavily on my mind and I had two or three dreams about Mom’s panties. One was that I was wearing the cum stained panties and Mom walked in on me. I woke up, startled and also very aroused. I relived the dream over and over and recalled the shame I felt when Mom saw me in her panties. My hand reached down and I began fondling myself.
Just then I realized a faint blue light coming from the front room. I realized it must be the television even though I heard no sound. I guessed Mom must have left the TV on so I got up to turn it off. When I turned the corner I was startled beyond belief! From my angle I could see Mom on the couch. Her slip was lifted above her waist and her right hand was fondling her white nylon panties- the cum soaked panties I had made a mess in! They had to be the panties! My head began to spin and then I looked at the TV.
On the screen were two women in satin lingerie writhing and sliding against each other!! What on Earth was Mom watching?? Pornography??? My head really began spinning and I found my hand drift down and begin touching my stiff penis as I watched Mom. I couldn’t believe I was actually watching Mom fondle her self in her silky nylon panties- just like I did! Was Mom turned on by her panties like I was?? Did she have a panty fetish, too? And why on Earth was she wearing the panties I made a mess in???
I heard Mom begin to writhe and moan as she rubbed her panties faster. The swishing sound of nylon being rubbed filled the air and then she let out a soft moan. Within seconds I went over the edge. I tried to hold back but couldn’t and soon I began squirting a load of semen onto the floor. I let out a soft moan as well and noticed that Mom looked up. I quickly darted back into the hallway and snuck off quickly to bed. Had Mom seen me? It was dark, except for the light from the TV so she probably hadn’t. I had stopped right at the edge of the hallway, mostly from the shock of seeing Mom on the couch with her slip lifted up. But she had to have heard me. She looked up. And oh my gosh…. What about the load of semen I had squirted onto the floor? I certainly couldn’t go back out and clean it with Mom on the couch. And what WAS Mom doing on the couch anyway??? Watching a porno movie of women in lingerie and masturbating herself in her panties- the cum soaked panties??? My head continued to spin.
No one ever liked to think of their parents as being sexual and least of all wanted to catch them being sexual. And yet there was something stirring about watching Mom on the couch. Although I was shocked I couldn’t look away. My eyes were drawn right to her silky panties. And the realization that not only was Mom masturbating in her panties, she was masturbating in the same panties I had cum all over. Mom was wearing my cum stained panties and masturbating in them! This felt like it was going to warp my mind forever!
The next morning at breakfast was really uncomfortable for both of us. Mom said nothing but I know she had to wonder, at the very least, if she had been caught masturbating on the couch. Not much was said but before I got up Mom asked a rather embarrassing question.
“Did you spill something on the floor last night?”
“Ummm.. what? Er… no… I mean… I don’t think so…..” I turned beet red as I stumbled over my words.
“Well, just make sure you clean up after yourself when you do!”
“Yes, Mom,” I mumbled and scurried off to my bedroom completely humiliated thinking of Mom cleaning my semen off the floor.
I could never get that evening off my mind and relived it over and over, hundreds of times during the next few weeks. I often masturbated with Mom’s panties while thinking about it but now I was much more careful as I was about to climax. I learned to pull her panties away quickly at the very last second.
The more and more I thought about the whole episode the more confused I became. First, I never understood my panty fetish to begin with but now I had to wonder why Mom wasn’t saying anything about finding her cum soaked panties in her drawer. And even more, what was I to make of Mom masturbating in her panties- in cum soaked panties- while watching women in lingerie??? The more I thought about this the more turned on I became and got so carried away another time that I didn’t pull Mom’s panties away in time again. I began to gush into them as I moaned then realized it was too late to pull her panties away now and might as well finish squirting in her panties again. I was horrified but this time devilishly so. I took delight in cumming in Mom’s panties and decided I would purposely put them back in her drawer in the hope- the expectation- that Mom would find them. And to make sure she would, after folding them properly, I put them on the very top of her panty pile so that they would be the next panties Mom would change into after her bath! Mom typically took a bath on Saturday morning so I looked forward to the weekend. I even snuck a pair of Mom’s panties from her drawer on Friday night so I could wear them to bed and, even more importantly, the next morning.
Mom always paraded around in her full slip after her bath for around an hour or so until she finally got dressed. This would drive me stark raving bonkers as I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When Mom wasn’t looking I would try to stare through her slip to try to make out the panties she was wearing underneath. I loved knowing that, whichever panty she was wearing, I had worn and masturbated in those same panties and now Mom was wearing them!
But now this morning Mom would change into the cum stained panties I left for her to model for me. I would go sit in the front room while she was in the bathroom and get ready for her to come out. Of course, I wore the panties I had snuck the day before under my pajama bottoms. It was practically a miracle that I didn’t cum in them already as I spent the whole night touching myself as I drifted in and out of sleep. I had several dreams about seeing Mom in her panties and woke up with a huge morning stiffy. I wanted to masturbate but knew it would be better if I held off.
Mom was already in the bath tub when I got up .I became very giddy and nervous thinking about Mom putting on those cum stained panties. But now with Mom in the bathroom this complicated things, as I had to use the washroom as soon as I got up. With my stiff hard on it felt like I really had to go! The only way I could hold it was to begin touching myself in Mom’s panties. This kept my mind off of how badly I had to go but now I had to worry about getting so aroused I might masturbate too soon! I began feeling wet spots form on her panties and knew I had to stop or I would go over the edge. Mom finally came out of the bathroom and I rushed in, barely even noticing Mom. I was either ready to cum or wet myself so didn’t even try to catch a glimpse of her as I hurried in.
“Well! Someone’s in a hurry this morning!” Mom said.
I was so close to orgasm I thought about masturbating in the bathroom. I looked in the hamper and found Mom’s panties on top. I pulled them up and looked them over. These were the panties she had on yesterday. She definitely had to be wearing the top pair. I had to stop myself from stroking Mom’s panties. It would be even better if I could wait until Mom left and I could have the orgasm of my life on her bed. I could moan out loud and not worry about Mom hearing me. I held off and went about my business.
I parked myself on the couch and pretended to watch cartoons while waiting for Mom to parade by. She came in and sat down by the front window, looking out occasionally. Every time she did I stared right at her slip and thought about the panties she was wearing. She almost caught me staring a few times but I couldn’t help it. Whenever she walked past I almost stared a hole thru her slip trying to see if I could determine if she was wearing the cum soaked panties. I’m surprised Mom couldn’t feel my eyes on her. In fact, I got the distinct feeling that she did.
Mom continued to parade around like this for around an hour. Without even needing to touch myself I felt several wet spots form in the panties I was wearing. Mom finally decided to get fully dressed and put her dress on. Much to my delight Mom asked me to zip up her dress! I jumped up and stood behind her as she turned her back to me. I tried to make it seem accidental as I pulled the zipper back toward me so I could look down the back of her dress at her silky white full slip. I stared again trying to make out the panties she had on. I could just barely make them out and while I couldn’t tell if they were the exact panties I could see them through the slip. I became so aroused that my penis stiffened in my panties and actually poked Mom’s backside, much to my horror!
“Be careful there! What are you doing?” Mom said in a joking voice. I turned beet red with embarrassment. What had I just done?? Oh my god! I poked my own Mother with my pantied penis! I finished zipping her dress and sat back down on the couch to wait for Mom to leave. I wouldn’t be able to wait to bolt into her room to check if she had the cum soaked panties on then masturbate on her bed. I was already close to exploding!
However, instead of leaving right away as Mom always did, she sat down on the couch with me! This was torture! Was Mom doing this on purpose? Did she know that I ran into her bedroom to masturbate as soon as she left to shop for groceries? How could she? But it seemed like today she was staying on purpose for the simple reason to torment me and make me wait. I could barely wait until she left but now Mom was showing no signs of going anywhere. It was one thing to wait while I watched her parade around in her slip. That was a pleasant sort of torture. But now that she was fully dressed there was nothing to look at, nothing to keep my mind off of running into her bedroom to masturbate.
After a few torturous minutes that seemed to take an eternity I got up and pretended to go to the bathroom, which was right outside of Mom’s bedroom door. Instead of going into the bathroom I turned right and rushed into her room. It was just out of sight from where Mom was sitting so I had a good chance to get away with it if I was quick. I slid Mom’s drawer open as silently as I could and lifted up the top panties. These were not the cum soaked panties. Unless Mom had moved them she had to be wearing them. I didn’t have time to check all the panties so slid the drawer closed and rushed out. Just as I walked out Mom turned the corner and saw me.
“Were you in my bedroom?” Mom quizzed me.
“Oh, um… I um… made a wrong turn accidentally,’ then darted into the bathroom. I flushed to the toilet to make it seem like I had to go and came out. Mom was at the door and finally ready to leave.
“Be a good boy while I’m gone!” Mom admonished me amusingly but this time I noticed she had a peculiar smile on her face.
“I will, Mom!” I replied and counted the seconds until the door was closed. As soon it did I felt daring and stripped my pajama bottoms off and ran to the window to watch for her car to pull off. If Mom decided to turn right back around and walk thru the door she’d see me with a huge stiffy poking straight through the front of her panties! As stupid of a chance as this was to take I decided to take it anyway. It made it more risky and exciting- and more arousing! I saw Mom get into her car and pull away. With that I bolted into her room.
Just to prove a point I went through each of her neatly folded panties in her drawer to make sure the cum soaked panties weren’t there. Then I went into the hamper and did the same. Finally, just to be obsessive, I checked the garbage bag, which was almost empty. Satisfied that Mom was truly wearing my cum soaked panties again I hopped onto her bed and began rubbing myself off in her silky panties.
I was in another world, almost on the edge of climaxing I kept thinking about Mom wearing the cum soaked panties and that night I caught her masturbating on the couch in them while watching lingerie porn. I wondered if Mom had a panty fetish like me and enjoyed masturbating in her underwear. Maybe it turned her on like it did for me. I was just on the edge of cumming when I began to moan in ecstasy. Just then I heard a moan in return. Startled, I raised my head and looked in the mirror. In the reflection I was shocked to see Mom’s image, with her dress and slip lifted above her waist and her hand rubbing the front of her panties- the cum soaked panties!!!
With that I let loose with a loud moan and began gushing my semen all over the front of Mom’s panties. At the same time Mom let out a load moan and her body began quivering. She was having a simultaneous orgasm with me in her panties- in those cum soaked panties!!!! Our bodies both shivered and tingled for minutes afterward.
Then there was a long silence. Mom finally broke the awkward silence and said “Oh silly me! I must have left my wallet on the table. Well, ta ta!” With that she dropped her dress, walked out and left.
I laid on her bed completely dumbfounded and tried to recount each and every moment savoring it while not able to believe it had really happened.
I’d strip in front of Mom’s dresser which had a full-width mirror then slide her underwear drawer open. Just the magical act of sliding her drawer open got me excited and looking down at her neatly folded slips and panties sent me to the moon! My heart would begin pounding thru my chest. I knew what I was doing was naughty and wrong but I couldn’t help myself. It was just too tempting to resist.
I loved sliding them up my legs and up to my waist. As soon as my penis felt that thin layer of slippery nylon it became hard. Nothing on Earth felt better! I would hop on her bed and rub myself off in her panties until my body tingled all over. I’d strip her panties off, fold them carefully and put them back in her drawer and go about my business, loving that I was getting away with this. It felt a bit like I was a thief and robbing a bank on a daily basis, getting away with it easily each time with little chance of ever being caught!
I continued to do this for several years then around the age of 12 I noticed some subtle changes. My urges to sneak and wear Mom’s underwear became stronger. I felt like I was out of control. I recall one day rushing home to raid Mom’s drawer. I couldn’t wait to get in! I raced to her underwear drawer, slid it open and pulled out the top pair of white nylon panties. I slid into them quickly and hopped on Mom’s bed. I was in heaven rubbing away and stiff as a board.
All of a sudden something began happening. My orgasms always felt tremendous and made my whole body shake and quiver and tingle. I always loved the sensation. But this time felt different, particularly in my penis. I was getting close but suddenly had a sense of holding back, that something was wrong. But it was too late. I couldn’t stop rubbing Mom’s panties. All of a sudden I felt a strange urge- almost as if was going to pee! I knew it wasn’t that but something built up and needed to come out. I tried to stop it but it was too late. All of a sudden this fluid came gushing out and wouldn’t stop. I was horrified. What was this? And even worse, it was getting all over Mom’s panties. I couldn’t stop and it was already too late. I was breathing very heavily and the sensation was the most intense orgasm in my life. I both loved it and hated it at the same time. Loved it because it felt so good and hated it because I had made a mess in Mom’s panties. Now what was I going to do?
In a panic I stripped her panties off, folded them neatly and put them back in her drawer, on the very bottom of her neatly folded pile. I thought it best to put them back. Where would I hide them? And what would I do with them? At least I wouldn't have to worry about Mom finding them if I hid them somewhere. I also put them on the very bottom of her panty pile so it would be a while before she would ever get to them. Mom had 13 panties and did the laundry weekly so I knew I had time before I decided what I would do about the huge cum stain in her panties.
Throughout the following week I tried to think of every possibility. Mom’s panties needed to be washed. I thought about putting them on the bottom of the hamper. I almost decided to do that but feared Mom would notice the panties as she pulled them out of the hamper or before she tossed them in the washer. Having her discover them like that would be too embarrassing to chance.
I would somehow have to find a way to wash them myself but I had never done the laundry before. If Mom caught me doing laundry she’d be very suspicious and figure there was something I wanted to hide. I would have to throw her panties in the washer and dryer alone. But if Mom came home while this was happening she’d be very curious and no doubt look inside them to see what was going on. I’d be dead!
I wrestled with what do all week and decided that I had no choice. I’d have to wash the panties- alone- and take my chances. It made no sense to do a whole load to disguise what I was up to. Mom would certainly question me and what excuse could I make up? Besides, a single panty would dry much quicker than an entire load! The best time to try this would be on Saturday morning when Mom went grocery shopping. That might just leave me enough time to do this if I was lucky. The rest of the week I was on pins and needles. I kept rehearsing what I would do over and over as if it might somehow help to minimize the time spent washing and drying Mom’s panties.
Saturday finally came and I couldn’t wait for Mom to finally leave. It seemed to take forever. I stayed in bed, afraid that my nervousness might betray my intentions. As soon as I heard the front door close I bolted to the front room window and watched until Mom’s car pulled away. As soon as it did, I ran into Mom’s bedroom and quickly slid open her underwear drawer. I reached down to the bottom of her neatly folded panty pile, grabbed the bottom panty and pulled it up. When I unfolded it I was shocked!
There was no cum stain all over the front of the panty!! I was beside myself. What had happened? I took a good look at the panties and realized these weren’t the panties I had masturbated in. The elastic at the waist and legs was a little different. These were different panties. But then…. where were the cum stained panties???
Now I was really in a tizzy! What could possibly have happened? How could the panties have magically disappeared? I took the entire pile of Mom’s panties out of the drawer and placed them on the bed. I sat down on her bed and went through each and every panty, one by one, unfolding them, looking them over and refolding them, making sure to keep the order of panties the same so Mom wouldn’t notice I had been in her drawer. Although her panties were all plain, white nylon full cut panties there were minor differences. I could tell they weren’t all the same brand, despite the fact that Mom always carefully removed the inside tag. To my complete shock none of the panties had a cum stain! Where were the cum stained ones?
I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to look in the hamper. Mom had to have found them and thrown them in to be washed. I dug through the entire pile and pulled out two pairs of Mom’s panties. Certainly one of them had to be the pair. And while I would be relieved to find the pair the down side was that Mom had found them and discovered my deep, dark secret! This was unbearable to even think about. I looked over both panties but neither of those had a cum stain either! Had Mom thrown them out??
I ran into the kitchen and began digging through the garbage bag. Fortunately, it wasn’t too messy. I got to the bottom and found nothing so I went through it again…. And again until I was certain the panties weren’t there. I washed my hands and went through the hamper again. Nothing. I went through the panties in Mom’s drawer once more one by one. This, at least, was fun if still unproductive. But where could those panties be? I decided to even check the garbage can out back. There was only one bag and I emptied it hurriedly piece by piece. No panties. I was fit to be tied. I went back in and paced the house back and forth going over every single possibility.
I knew I hadn’t imagined it. All week long I remained terrified that Mom might happen to find the panties, as unlikely as that was. She had 13 panties. I kept such close track of her drawer that I even knew what panties she was wearing on any given day!
Wait! That was the clue! I would have to figure out what panties Mom was wearing today. I went thru the pile one by one, writing down my findings on a pad of paper. Ten panties there. I went back into hamper, looked over the two panties and noted them. That was 12 panties total. Nothing in either garbage can. That could only mean one thing……
The panties weren’t in her drawer…. Or the hamper…. Or the garbage…. That meant Mom found them and took them out of her drawer and unless she wasn’t wearing any panties at all that meant…. That she was WEARING THEM!!!
My heart felt like it began pounding thru my chest. My hands felt cold and clammy. My head felt like it was about to explode. Mom was wearing the pair of cum soaked panties! But how could that be? I mean, she would HAVE to notice. There’s no way she couldn’t! It’s obvious she took them out. They weren’t in her drawer and I couldn’t find them anywhere else. Unless she simply took them with her when she went shopping- and that would mean she wasn’t wearing any panties at all- the only other possibility was that she was wearing them. BUT WHY? HOW? She’d HAVE to know I had cum all over them, maybe not at first but by the time she had them pulled up to her waist how could she not notice? And why on Earth did she dig to the bottom of her pile? Why? WHY???
But it was too late. The panties had been found, regardless of what happened to them. My deep, dark secret was exposed. How could I ever look Mom in the eyes again? I felt totally ashamed and humiliated. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Would Mom tell anyone else? What would she say or do? I was in deep trouble and was certain a heavy punishment was in short order. How could I possibly wriggle out of this one? What possible excuse could I come up? That it wasn’t me? That I didn’t know? Mom and I lived alone so who else would have access to her panty drawer? And it certainly wasn’t Mom that stained them! But the most perplexing thing was why would Mom WEAR those panties? I imagined the whole sequence of her going into her underwear drawer and going to the bottom of her pile (again- WHY would she go to the bottom of the pile???). Maybe she didn’t notice at first but by the time she pulled them on she HAD to realize I had left a huge stain all over the front of her panties. Maybe not even at first but certainly within seconds. And when she found out she’d be furious! I imagined as soon as she came in the door that she would begin yelling and shouting at me. I was prepared for the worst!
I decided the best thing was not to be home when she came in. Maybe that would give her time to cool down. The truth was, I was terrified of seeing her, looking her in the eyes and having her press me for answers. But what could I say? Even if I wanted to confess the truth how could I? I could deny it all I wanted to but the truth was obvious. I walked around for hours in a complete daze, half hoping there was one last alternative to Mom finding those panties, as impossible as it seemed. Soon I began grasping at straws and fantasizing that a burglar somehow snuck in and stole a single pair of panties! I laughed at that one. Then I came up with the absurd idea that I got up in the middle of the night and was sleep walking, went into Mom’s drawer, took her panties and somehow hid them in my room without realizing it. Of course, that would mean Mom slept through this all and if I knew anything about Mom it was that she was a very light sleeper!
The only purpose the fantasies served was to put off going home. I walked around all afternoon and realized I’d have to go home at some point. I thought about walking around until late at night when Mom was in bed so I wouldn’t have to see her until the next day. That seemed rather appealing but I was getting really hungry and didn’t have any money on me. I knew I’d have to go home and have dinner. UGH! Dinner! How could I sit right across from Mom knowing what was coming? But I had no choice. I headed home, my head hanging down. It felt like I was walking the last mile.
I opened the back door as quietly as I could and slid into my bedroom. I could smell dinner and knew it was just a matter of minutes before my doom. I heard Mom put plates out on the dinner table and then she called me out to eat. I had to force each foot in front of the other. I sat down silently and kept my head down.
“Why so gloomy?” Mom asked.
Wait.... What??? Her voice showed no sign of retribution or anger. Certainly a long, stern lecture was coming about never touching anything that wasn’t mine. And that had to just be the beginning. What would she have to say about me not only taking her panties but wearing them…. and masturbating in them? This was going to be the most painful conversation of my life. Again, I wished I could crawl under a rock and die right now.
“Ohhh… ummm… nothing,” I mumbled.
Mom made several attempts at conversation. I mumbled one or two words answers and told Mom I was tired from having spent the whole day walking.
“Oh, I was wondering where you went. Well, maybe a hot bath and an early bed time are in order. I’m feeling tired, too, so will probably go to bed early as well.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. No yelling. No lecture. No punishment. I hurried with my dinner as fast as possible so I could at least escape the day without a scolding. I took my bath and went to bed, thinking about the mystery that was the entire day. How could Mom have found those panties and not begun yelling at me as soon as she found them? Of all the times I’d been punished this would have to far and away be the worst. She was up to something and I could only wait for the other shoe to drop, which actually made it even worse. It meant I had to fear the next day, or the one after that or the one after that until she finally called me into the front room and had a stern talk with me. This, alone, was a punishment of sorts, a mental punishment- a mind game! I drifted off to sleep, thinking about Mom wearing those cum soaked panties.
The days’ events weighed heavily on my mind and I had two or three dreams about Mom’s panties. One was that I was wearing the cum stained panties and Mom walked in on me. I woke up, startled and also very aroused. I relived the dream over and over and recalled the shame I felt when Mom saw me in her panties. My hand reached down and I began fondling myself.
Just then I realized a faint blue light coming from the front room. I realized it must be the television even though I heard no sound. I guessed Mom must have left the TV on so I got up to turn it off. When I turned the corner I was startled beyond belief! From my angle I could see Mom on the couch. Her slip was lifted above her waist and her right hand was fondling her white nylon panties- the cum soaked panties I had made a mess in! They had to be the panties! My head began to spin and then I looked at the TV.
On the screen were two women in satin lingerie writhing and sliding against each other!! What on Earth was Mom watching?? Pornography??? My head really began spinning and I found my hand drift down and begin touching my stiff penis as I watched Mom. I couldn’t believe I was actually watching Mom fondle her self in her silky nylon panties- just like I did! Was Mom turned on by her panties like I was?? Did she have a panty fetish, too? And why on Earth was she wearing the panties I made a mess in???
I heard Mom begin to writhe and moan as she rubbed her panties faster. The swishing sound of nylon being rubbed filled the air and then she let out a soft moan. Within seconds I went over the edge. I tried to hold back but couldn’t and soon I began squirting a load of semen onto the floor. I let out a soft moan as well and noticed that Mom looked up. I quickly darted back into the hallway and snuck off quickly to bed. Had Mom seen me? It was dark, except for the light from the TV so she probably hadn’t. I had stopped right at the edge of the hallway, mostly from the shock of seeing Mom on the couch with her slip lifted up. But she had to have heard me. She looked up. And oh my gosh…. What about the load of semen I had squirted onto the floor? I certainly couldn’t go back out and clean it with Mom on the couch. And what WAS Mom doing on the couch anyway??? Watching a porno movie of women in lingerie and masturbating herself in her panties- the cum soaked panties??? My head continued to spin.
No one ever liked to think of their parents as being sexual and least of all wanted to catch them being sexual. And yet there was something stirring about watching Mom on the couch. Although I was shocked I couldn’t look away. My eyes were drawn right to her silky panties. And the realization that not only was Mom masturbating in her panties, she was masturbating in the same panties I had cum all over. Mom was wearing my cum stained panties and masturbating in them! This felt like it was going to warp my mind forever!
The next morning at breakfast was really uncomfortable for both of us. Mom said nothing but I know she had to wonder, at the very least, if she had been caught masturbating on the couch. Not much was said but before I got up Mom asked a rather embarrassing question.
“Did you spill something on the floor last night?”
“Ummm.. what? Er… no… I mean… I don’t think so…..” I turned beet red as I stumbled over my words.
“Well, just make sure you clean up after yourself when you do!”
“Yes, Mom,” I mumbled and scurried off to my bedroom completely humiliated thinking of Mom cleaning my semen off the floor.
I could never get that evening off my mind and relived it over and over, hundreds of times during the next few weeks. I often masturbated with Mom’s panties while thinking about it but now I was much more careful as I was about to climax. I learned to pull her panties away quickly at the very last second.
The more and more I thought about the whole episode the more confused I became. First, I never understood my panty fetish to begin with but now I had to wonder why Mom wasn’t saying anything about finding her cum soaked panties in her drawer. And even more, what was I to make of Mom masturbating in her panties- in cum soaked panties- while watching women in lingerie??? The more I thought about this the more turned on I became and got so carried away another time that I didn’t pull Mom’s panties away in time again. I began to gush into them as I moaned then realized it was too late to pull her panties away now and might as well finish squirting in her panties again. I was horrified but this time devilishly so. I took delight in cumming in Mom’s panties and decided I would purposely put them back in her drawer in the hope- the expectation- that Mom would find them. And to make sure she would, after folding them properly, I put them on the very top of her panty pile so that they would be the next panties Mom would change into after her bath! Mom typically took a bath on Saturday morning so I looked forward to the weekend. I even snuck a pair of Mom’s panties from her drawer on Friday night so I could wear them to bed and, even more importantly, the next morning.
Mom always paraded around in her full slip after her bath for around an hour or so until she finally got dressed. This would drive me stark raving bonkers as I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When Mom wasn’t looking I would try to stare through her slip to try to make out the panties she was wearing underneath. I loved knowing that, whichever panty she was wearing, I had worn and masturbated in those same panties and now Mom was wearing them!
But now this morning Mom would change into the cum stained panties I left for her to model for me. I would go sit in the front room while she was in the bathroom and get ready for her to come out. Of course, I wore the panties I had snuck the day before under my pajama bottoms. It was practically a miracle that I didn’t cum in them already as I spent the whole night touching myself as I drifted in and out of sleep. I had several dreams about seeing Mom in her panties and woke up with a huge morning stiffy. I wanted to masturbate but knew it would be better if I held off.
Mom was already in the bath tub when I got up .I became very giddy and nervous thinking about Mom putting on those cum stained panties. But now with Mom in the bathroom this complicated things, as I had to use the washroom as soon as I got up. With my stiff hard on it felt like I really had to go! The only way I could hold it was to begin touching myself in Mom’s panties. This kept my mind off of how badly I had to go but now I had to worry about getting so aroused I might masturbate too soon! I began feeling wet spots form on her panties and knew I had to stop or I would go over the edge. Mom finally came out of the bathroom and I rushed in, barely even noticing Mom. I was either ready to cum or wet myself so didn’t even try to catch a glimpse of her as I hurried in.
“Well! Someone’s in a hurry this morning!” Mom said.
I was so close to orgasm I thought about masturbating in the bathroom. I looked in the hamper and found Mom’s panties on top. I pulled them up and looked them over. These were the panties she had on yesterday. She definitely had to be wearing the top pair. I had to stop myself from stroking Mom’s panties. It would be even better if I could wait until Mom left and I could have the orgasm of my life on her bed. I could moan out loud and not worry about Mom hearing me. I held off and went about my business.
I parked myself on the couch and pretended to watch cartoons while waiting for Mom to parade by. She came in and sat down by the front window, looking out occasionally. Every time she did I stared right at her slip and thought about the panties she was wearing. She almost caught me staring a few times but I couldn’t help it. Whenever she walked past I almost stared a hole thru her slip trying to see if I could determine if she was wearing the cum soaked panties. I’m surprised Mom couldn’t feel my eyes on her. In fact, I got the distinct feeling that she did.
Mom continued to parade around like this for around an hour. Without even needing to touch myself I felt several wet spots form in the panties I was wearing. Mom finally decided to get fully dressed and put her dress on. Much to my delight Mom asked me to zip up her dress! I jumped up and stood behind her as she turned her back to me. I tried to make it seem accidental as I pulled the zipper back toward me so I could look down the back of her dress at her silky white full slip. I stared again trying to make out the panties she had on. I could just barely make them out and while I couldn’t tell if they were the exact panties I could see them through the slip. I became so aroused that my penis stiffened in my panties and actually poked Mom’s backside, much to my horror!
“Be careful there! What are you doing?” Mom said in a joking voice. I turned beet red with embarrassment. What had I just done?? Oh my god! I poked my own Mother with my pantied penis! I finished zipping her dress and sat back down on the couch to wait for Mom to leave. I wouldn’t be able to wait to bolt into her room to check if she had the cum soaked panties on then masturbate on her bed. I was already close to exploding!
However, instead of leaving right away as Mom always did, she sat down on the couch with me! This was torture! Was Mom doing this on purpose? Did she know that I ran into her bedroom to masturbate as soon as she left to shop for groceries? How could she? But it seemed like today she was staying on purpose for the simple reason to torment me and make me wait. I could barely wait until she left but now Mom was showing no signs of going anywhere. It was one thing to wait while I watched her parade around in her slip. That was a pleasant sort of torture. But now that she was fully dressed there was nothing to look at, nothing to keep my mind off of running into her bedroom to masturbate.
After a few torturous minutes that seemed to take an eternity I got up and pretended to go to the bathroom, which was right outside of Mom’s bedroom door. Instead of going into the bathroom I turned right and rushed into her room. It was just out of sight from where Mom was sitting so I had a good chance to get away with it if I was quick. I slid Mom’s drawer open as silently as I could and lifted up the top panties. These were not the cum soaked panties. Unless Mom had moved them she had to be wearing them. I didn’t have time to check all the panties so slid the drawer closed and rushed out. Just as I walked out Mom turned the corner and saw me.
“Were you in my bedroom?” Mom quizzed me.
“Oh, um… I um… made a wrong turn accidentally,’ then darted into the bathroom. I flushed to the toilet to make it seem like I had to go and came out. Mom was at the door and finally ready to leave.
“Be a good boy while I’m gone!” Mom admonished me amusingly but this time I noticed she had a peculiar smile on her face.
“I will, Mom!” I replied and counted the seconds until the door was closed. As soon it did I felt daring and stripped my pajama bottoms off and ran to the window to watch for her car to pull off. If Mom decided to turn right back around and walk thru the door she’d see me with a huge stiffy poking straight through the front of her panties! As stupid of a chance as this was to take I decided to take it anyway. It made it more risky and exciting- and more arousing! I saw Mom get into her car and pull away. With that I bolted into her room.
Just to prove a point I went through each of her neatly folded panties in her drawer to make sure the cum soaked panties weren’t there. Then I went into the hamper and did the same. Finally, just to be obsessive, I checked the garbage bag, which was almost empty. Satisfied that Mom was truly wearing my cum soaked panties again I hopped onto her bed and began rubbing myself off in her silky panties.
I was in another world, almost on the edge of climaxing I kept thinking about Mom wearing the cum soaked panties and that night I caught her masturbating on the couch in them while watching lingerie porn. I wondered if Mom had a panty fetish like me and enjoyed masturbating in her underwear. Maybe it turned her on like it did for me. I was just on the edge of cumming when I began to moan in ecstasy. Just then I heard a moan in return. Startled, I raised my head and looked in the mirror. In the reflection I was shocked to see Mom’s image, with her dress and slip lifted above her waist and her hand rubbing the front of her panties- the cum soaked panties!!!
With that I let loose with a loud moan and began gushing my semen all over the front of Mom’s panties. At the same time Mom let out a load moan and her body began quivering. She was having a simultaneous orgasm with me in her panties- in those cum soaked panties!!!! Our bodies both shivered and tingled for minutes afterward.
Then there was a long silence. Mom finally broke the awkward silence and said “Oh silly me! I must have left my wallet on the table. Well, ta ta!” With that she dropped her dress, walked out and left.
I laid on her bed completely dumbfounded and tried to recount each and every moment savoring it while not able to believe it had really happened.
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