Mom and the pantyboy
Of course, I had been snooping around in Mom’s underwear drawer for so long that on any given day I could tell what panties, bra and slip she had on. Now that I slept in Mom’s bedroom, I was always going into her drawer. I practically slept in her panties every night and quite often in a slip as well. On some nights I even made it a point to wear matching bra, slip and panties as Mom so we both felt the very same material on our skin at the same time.
One day I decided to do some deep digging. I don’t know why. Everything I wanted was in the top left drawer but every now and then I would go through all of the drawers, top to bottom, just in case. That day was a good day to do this. Hidden in the back and on the bottom of the third drawer, where she kept sweaters and tops, was a small gift box.
I pulled it out and opened it. Inside was a rather racy pink satin bra, panty and half-slip set along with a pink satin garter belt and white nylon stockings. Oh my goodness! What have we here? Mom never wore anything like this before! Of course, I had to try it all on and parade in front of the mirror. I felt rather sexy in it but the idea of Mom wearing such an outfit disturbed me. What was she up to? Where did this set come from? Dad didn’t buy such things. Did he have a change of heart? And what was on Mom’s mind to wear such an outfit?
After finding that outfit I became very snoopy and checked her drawer on a daily basis. I also looked for any clues I could find in any way. One morning, while I was just waking up, I overheard a phone call. Mom was in the process of saying goodbye but I thought I heard her say “Yes, yes, of course I’ll wear it.”
That really woke me up and I listened harder but Mom said goodbye and hung up. I began checking her drawer every day and waited for the day it was missing to put more pieces of the puzzle together. I began paying attention to her daily plans- and also if they checked out.
I came home late on afternoon and, out of habit checked Mom’s drawer, only this time, the box was gone! Mom was up to something! I made sure to put on one my favorite pairs of my panties to wear under my jeans and tried to figure out how to probe Mom.
When I walked out I noticed she was dressed up a little nicer than usual. Nothing fancy, but she had one of her better dresses on. We chatted for a while and I casually asked if she were going out that night. She said yes, she was going over to my uncle’s- her brother’s. I made mental note of it and let it go at that.
The next day the box was back in the drawer. I pulled it out and looked over the set. I held up each piece and ran my hands over it. When I got to the pink half-slip I ran my hand over and felt something strange. I turned it over and ran my hand over it. To my amazement, there was a huge cum stain all over the back of it! And I could tell it was the back by the design of the lace. What was a huge cum stain doing on the back of Mom’s slip? And who came all over it? I was fairly certain it wasn’t her brother. What was going on here??
I began noticing every couple weeks that the box would be missing and Mom was supposedly going over her brothers. The slip always seemed to return with some tell-tale signs of male enjoyment on it. My head raced with possibilities. First, either my uncle was involved or he wasn’t. If he was, something mighty kinky was going on over there. If not, then Mom was meeting up secretly with a pantyboy! This would be wild. The idea of Mom getting together with a strange man for kinky sex…. Wow!
One morning I woke up and I heard Mom on the phone. “I’m glad you enjoyed the other night. It was fun for me, too. Listen I have to go now. D will be waking up any moment.”
I became very suspicious of Mom’s actions and kept track of the nights the box was missing and her visits to my uncle’s. She went out about every two weeks or so. Each morning after, there were obvious signs of cum stains on the half-slip. Mom would wash the set after and return it to her drawer. The only time she ever wore this set was when she went out.
Turning to technology, I used Mom’s phone number to track her. She was going somewhere nearby, only about a mile away. I was able to pinpoint the address and decided to take the risk of following Mom over and trying to spy on her. I scoped out the house several times first and got a good feel where the different rooms were. Fortunately, it was a ranch house with only one floor and had lots of bushes and trees around the perimeter.
After I felt comfortable enough, the next night Mom went out to visit I biked over and hid off in the bushes. I followed light patterns and went around to the side of the house. I peeped in and saw Mom and another man in the bedroom. Mom was in the pink outfit already. She undressed the man only to reveal that he, too, was in a bra, panty and half-slip set himself!
I watched them couple and grind against each other. I was both shocked and aroused as I watched my own Mother being sexual- with a pantyboy! Like a train wreck, I couldn’t look away. It was both horrifying and erotic. I watched Mom kneel in front of him as he rubbed the front of his slip against Mom’s face. She reached up and began to fondle him thru his slip then his pink panties. She teased him and played with his pantied penis for hours. Then, he bent Mom over and began to hump her from behind. He kept grinding up against the back of Mom’s pink half-slip until his body began to shudder violently. He was squirting all over the back of Mom’s half-slip. Mom then slid the half-slip off and began to lick the back of it! This is why I only found traces of stains the next morning! I was absolutely engrossed watching this and didn’t even realize my hand had slipped down to fondle myself. I was about to shoot and when I saw Mom licking the cum off her slip I squirt into my panties. My knees buckled and I fell against the side of the house. I froze and was scared they heard me. I peeped in carefully and saw them look toward the window but they were in no position to get up at the moment.
I decided to tuck myself back in and scurry home before I got caught. I hopped on my bike and kept reliving the image of what I had just seen. I would replay it 100s of times that night alone, and many 1000s of times after.
One day I decided to do some deep digging. I don’t know why. Everything I wanted was in the top left drawer but every now and then I would go through all of the drawers, top to bottom, just in case. That day was a good day to do this. Hidden in the back and on the bottom of the third drawer, where she kept sweaters and tops, was a small gift box.
I pulled it out and opened it. Inside was a rather racy pink satin bra, panty and half-slip set along with a pink satin garter belt and white nylon stockings. Oh my goodness! What have we here? Mom never wore anything like this before! Of course, I had to try it all on and parade in front of the mirror. I felt rather sexy in it but the idea of Mom wearing such an outfit disturbed me. What was she up to? Where did this set come from? Dad didn’t buy such things. Did he have a change of heart? And what was on Mom’s mind to wear such an outfit?
After finding that outfit I became very snoopy and checked her drawer on a daily basis. I also looked for any clues I could find in any way. One morning, while I was just waking up, I overheard a phone call. Mom was in the process of saying goodbye but I thought I heard her say “Yes, yes, of course I’ll wear it.”
That really woke me up and I listened harder but Mom said goodbye and hung up. I began checking her drawer every day and waited for the day it was missing to put more pieces of the puzzle together. I began paying attention to her daily plans- and also if they checked out.
I came home late on afternoon and, out of habit checked Mom’s drawer, only this time, the box was gone! Mom was up to something! I made sure to put on one my favorite pairs of my panties to wear under my jeans and tried to figure out how to probe Mom.
When I walked out I noticed she was dressed up a little nicer than usual. Nothing fancy, but she had one of her better dresses on. We chatted for a while and I casually asked if she were going out that night. She said yes, she was going over to my uncle’s- her brother’s. I made mental note of it and let it go at that.
The next day the box was back in the drawer. I pulled it out and looked over the set. I held up each piece and ran my hands over it. When I got to the pink half-slip I ran my hand over and felt something strange. I turned it over and ran my hand over it. To my amazement, there was a huge cum stain all over the back of it! And I could tell it was the back by the design of the lace. What was a huge cum stain doing on the back of Mom’s slip? And who came all over it? I was fairly certain it wasn’t her brother. What was going on here??
I began noticing every couple weeks that the box would be missing and Mom was supposedly going over her brothers. The slip always seemed to return with some tell-tale signs of male enjoyment on it. My head raced with possibilities. First, either my uncle was involved or he wasn’t. If he was, something mighty kinky was going on over there. If not, then Mom was meeting up secretly with a pantyboy! This would be wild. The idea of Mom getting together with a strange man for kinky sex…. Wow!
One morning I woke up and I heard Mom on the phone. “I’m glad you enjoyed the other night. It was fun for me, too. Listen I have to go now. D will be waking up any moment.”
I became very suspicious of Mom’s actions and kept track of the nights the box was missing and her visits to my uncle’s. She went out about every two weeks or so. Each morning after, there were obvious signs of cum stains on the half-slip. Mom would wash the set after and return it to her drawer. The only time she ever wore this set was when she went out.
Turning to technology, I used Mom’s phone number to track her. She was going somewhere nearby, only about a mile away. I was able to pinpoint the address and decided to take the risk of following Mom over and trying to spy on her. I scoped out the house several times first and got a good feel where the different rooms were. Fortunately, it was a ranch house with only one floor and had lots of bushes and trees around the perimeter.
After I felt comfortable enough, the next night Mom went out to visit I biked over and hid off in the bushes. I followed light patterns and went around to the side of the house. I peeped in and saw Mom and another man in the bedroom. Mom was in the pink outfit already. She undressed the man only to reveal that he, too, was in a bra, panty and half-slip set himself!
I watched them couple and grind against each other. I was both shocked and aroused as I watched my own Mother being sexual- with a pantyboy! Like a train wreck, I couldn’t look away. It was both horrifying and erotic. I watched Mom kneel in front of him as he rubbed the front of his slip against Mom’s face. She reached up and began to fondle him thru his slip then his pink panties. She teased him and played with his pantied penis for hours. Then, he bent Mom over and began to hump her from behind. He kept grinding up against the back of Mom’s pink half-slip until his body began to shudder violently. He was squirting all over the back of Mom’s half-slip. Mom then slid the half-slip off and began to lick the back of it! This is why I only found traces of stains the next morning! I was absolutely engrossed watching this and didn’t even realize my hand had slipped down to fondle myself. I was about to shoot and when I saw Mom licking the cum off her slip I squirt into my panties. My knees buckled and I fell against the side of the house. I froze and was scared they heard me. I peeped in carefully and saw them look toward the window but they were in no position to get up at the moment.
I decided to tuck myself back in and scurry home before I got caught. I hopped on my bike and kept reliving the image of what I had just seen. I would replay it 100s of times that night alone, and many 1000s of times after.
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