Mrs Mansfield Family Friend Ch 02

My first housesitting engagement at Mrs Mansfield's was a wonderful experience indeed.

After discovering her underwear drawer on the very first night of my stay and subsequently wanking myself to a wonderful orgasm with three pairs of her underpants all whilst sitting on her white toilet seat was a huge leap of progress in my sexual experience.

Even though it seemed so weird and dirty at the time, I now realise all these year later what an amazing opportunity for sexual awakening this experience (and many others like it) became over time.

As I remember it, I wanked every day at least once a day during that virgin experience at Mrs Mansfield's.

Once I became more comfortable with the dynamics of using her underpants to masturbate, I even got a little more daring by sleeping with some of them during my stay and even running my tongue across most of them to help with my arousal.

I figured that a little moist trail of my saliva along the length of her gussets would not prove to be overly incriminating, given that she was away for a full week and the little bit of "wet" my tongue put on them would have plenty of time to dry before she next wore any of them.

By the end of the week, I had masturbated with every single pair of Mrs Mansfield's underpants. A great success!

They were all VERY soft, big-shaped and discoloured inside the gussets, especially the white-coloured ones.

The whole experience made me so horny that I even got a little experimental during my wanking sessions.

I very much enjoyed using Mrs Mansfield's toilet throughout my stay.

Most days I pooed on her toilet and it was a very enjoyable experience. Sitting there and pooing in the very same toilet as Mrs Mansfield herself used was very arousing. Wiping my bum using her toilet paper was also very satisfying.

My most ambitious orgasms took a few days to plan but once I got the hang of it, I came powerfully.

After pooing and wiping, I would then use the standard three pairs of Mrs Mansfield's knickers to jerk off into the toilet and I took much pleasure in coming all over my own poo and paper as well as looking down into the toilet as I shot and imagining it was actually Mrs Mansfield's poo and paper that I was looking at.

My most daring escapade however was to actually take a couple of pairs of Mrs Mansfield's undies home with me after the job completed.

It was a daring but calculated risk as I figured (hoped) that she would not miss a couple of pairs of her panties. I purposely selected those that were basically identical to a couple of others in the drawer to assist in covering the crime.

Worst case scenario was that she may realistically discover that there were some of her undies missing -- or at least SUSPECT. She may then put two and two together in this scenario but I hoped not. Even if she did, it might be quite exciting to think that she suspected me of doing something like this. It may even serve to flatter her or.....even better, turn her on!!!

Either way, it was a salacious situation. Very exciting!!

After this housesitting job, I neither saw or heard anything of Mrs Mansfield for at least a couple of months.

She did not visit us at all and I was not aware that she had even contacted my mother for some time which somehow got me to thinking she had possibly discovered the "theft".

I refused to start second guessing things and just left it.

Eventually, one day out of the blue, Mrs Mansfield paid us a visit at home and I was relieved.

I briefly showed my face and she greeted me pleasantly so this removed any circumspection I may have been feeling. She also thanked me once again for housesitting for them whilst they were away so I stopped reading any more into it.

With her undies still in my possession, I continued to masturbate with them regularly and my thoughts of Mrs Mansfield were a constant during my wanking sessions. Having a pair of her knickers simply added to my enjoyment.

My 19th birthday came and went and still, I had not yet officially lost my "virginity" with anyone. In this context, constantly masturbating over various older women and obsessing over their underwear seemed just a little pathetic and a part of me certainly craved a "genuine" sexual experience.

Time passed and as I approached my 20th birthday, I had actually indulged some other panty experiences through other women that I knew and a couple of other housesitting jobs which afforded me the opportunity.

I even had my first dirty panty experience when rifling through the laundry hamper of a lady called Wendy whilst babysitting her daughter, finding a nice crusty "snail trail" on the gusset of her plain black cotton undies. There was also a really distinctive "sweaty" odour in Wendy's panties which turned me on immeasurably and resulted in a very successful wanking session in her bathroom that evening.

That dirty panty experience consolidated my desire to indulge a woman's dirty panties whenever I could as Wendy's dirty knickers had been so arousing for me. Especially in relation to Mrs Mansfield, I fantasised about her even more after this and it only strengthened my naughty imaginings over her.

Once again, out of the blue, Mrs Mansfield offered me another housesitting job -- this time just over a weekend and I willingly accepted.

With the weekend approaching, I actually dropped by Mrs Mansfield's house to collect the key as I happened to be driving past and I thought it would be good to "touch base" in person.

Mrs Mansfield was home by herself when I called and she invited me in briefly.

She gave me some basic instructions on turning power off, putting out the trash for Sunday and locking up when I went out.

It was then that she totally shocked me and brought up something I never thought she would.

"Well, I think you were a little bit naughty last time you stayed," she started, "Please don't take it the wrong way, but I am actually OK you know!! I honestly didn't think a young guy like you would act like an angel!"

I pretended to play dumb for all but a few seconds but realised there was no point.

I must have looked utterly sheepish in the midst of my mortification and felt the colour rushing to my face, post haste.

"I don't want to embarrass you -- it's OK like I said!" she continued, "I guess all I ask is that if you borrow something, please bring it back next time."

Amazingly, I could actually tell that Mrs Mansfield was neither angry or vindictive or out to humiliate me. She obviously liked me and respected our family connection but yet I knew exactly what she was referring to.

"OK thanks," was all I could summon, "I think I know what you mean!"

"It's OK," she said with a laugh, "I won't ever say anything to your mother, I promise!"

"Thanks for that!" I said most humbly.

I arrived at Mrs Mansfield's on Friday evening and sat in front of the television with a decent-sized slice of humble pie in front of me. Metaphorically speaking.

I had indeed brought her panties with me from last time even though it was some time since my last housesitting job, so I reasoned that this was a sound enough endorsement that she still trusted and liked me enough in spite of my misdemeanour that she had invited me back again.

Once I had swallowed a sufficient amount of the humble pie, my mind started to wander and direct me towards her bedroom yet again.

Of course, I needed to return the "borrowed" items but I also considered it my sworn duty to look for some more without being taken for a common thief!

Straight back to Mrs Mansfield's underwear drawer, I found my treasure immediately. This time however, with my historic experiences with a woman's soiled panties I sought out more, should it be available. I had been dreaming about it for so long, after all.

From here, I extended my search to Mrs Mansfield's washer and I was utterly shocked to behold what were obviously a number of pairs of her knickers sitting right on top.

If I hadn't have known better, I might have considered for a second that they had been "planted", knowing that I knew what she knew.

My heart leapt through my chest instantaneously as I summoned the courage to dive in.

What I observed was this -- 4 pairs of Mrs Mansfield's used underpants, which included 2 pairs of identical plain white cotton, full-backed "granny panties" with a slightly frilly elastic trim around the perimeter. One pair of silver-gloss-coloured nylon-laced panties, also full backed with a couple of sheer sections positioned just above both groins and one pair of off-white laced cotton/nylon laced undies that were also full backed.

Knowing Mrs Mansfield's panty size of 14 meant that I was not in for any great surprises on this but my new area of discovery was undoubtedly going to be the condition of her gussets and this is what was both enchanting and scaring me in equal amounts.

Breathing heavily with a thumping heartbeat, I took a few moments to try and compose myself.

It was now or never as I committed to opening each pair one-by-one to see what I would discover about my family friend Mrs Mansfield and her vaginal hygiene.

The plain white cotton pairs just seemed to be the best place to start as they were immediately on top, so this is what I decided.

With hands shaking, I peeled the first pair clear of the washer and flicked them into shape in front of me. As I viewed them from the front, I could clearly see the change in colour as my eyes followed the line of the panties down to where they would have been between Mrs Mansfield's legs.

Slowly fumbling away, I managed to turn them inside out and was now gazing directly at Mrs Mansfield's uber-stained gusset. My heart thrust itself rapidly towards my throat as I saw directly the deep yellowish-brown staining completely covering the entire surface area of Mrs Mansfield's crotch panel. Even better was that there were also clearly poo stains immediately behind her vaginal ones.

As I unfurled the second pair of plain white cottons, they were equally stained with contributions from both her front and back openings.

The silver-gloss-nylons were next and by far, their best feature was the solid white cotton crotch pad in amongst all the shiny silver nylon. Said crotch pad was also suitably stained with Mrs Mansfield's yellowish-brown feminine discharge all across the surface.

Finally, the off-white pair were visibly least stained but still bore an ample yellow streak along the length of Mrs Mansfield's gusset and yet another obvious poo mark at the back of the undies.

Mrs Mansfield's hygiene secrets were now laid completely bare to me, as I had her raw underwear directly in front of me.

There was no more mystery from here as I bore witness to Mrs Mansfield's true feminine secrets as exposed in these very intimate garments.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do and promptly relocated to the bathroom with all four pairs of undies firmly in my grip.

De Rigueur nowadays for a Mrs Mansfield wanking session was to lower my pants with my throbbing erection popping out at right angles and sitting straight onto her white toilet to start jerking off with her undies.

I was compelled to change it up at this point as, unlike previously, I now had something to smell and taste.

With Pair #1 -- one of the plain white cotton pairs ready to go -- I stared straight at the heavily stained crotch panel. OH MY GOD!! I was actually going to do this!

From my previous sniffing of Wendy's tiny "snail trail", this was totally next level.

Serious business indeed, with Mrs Mansfield's wholesale discharge stains deeply absorbed into her gusset as well as genuine brown poo marks from her anus.

Carefully, I raised Mrs Mansfield's crotch pad up to my nose. This was totally uncharted territory as far as discovering proper women's discharge inside a pair of underpants.

It was hard to believe I was actually doing this, but in so many ways, this is exactly what I had been waiting for!

Mrs Mansfield's deeply soiled crotch pad was now only inches from my face. It petrified me that I was so close to discovering her dirtiest, most private feminine secrets. It was SO dirty but so exciting that I was doing this and there was no way that I should have been.

I closed my eyes. My hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Raising Mrs Mansfield's undies to my nose, I took great courage and sniffed. Short and sharp bursts to begin and I got my first whiff. OH. MY. GOD..........

I got my very first inhale of Mrs Mansfield's truly real panty odour. Our family friend.

It was real. Strongly musky. Like stale pee. Sweat. Almost mustardy. Not fishy. This was Mrs Mansfield's real-life vaginal odour. Like nothing else I had ever smelled. I couldn't believe I was really doing it.

Sitting on her white toilet seat, my cock was SO very hard. I looked down and saw my sprigs of ginger pubic hair gathered around the erected shaft and my veins very visible.

Now I had got my first sniff of Mrs Mansfield's undies, it was disgusting but I wanted more.

Taking even more courage now was to smell Mrs Mansfield's poo stain on the back of her undies.

Re-opening my eyes, I took a few moments to stare at Mrs Mansfield's real-life poo stain on her underpants. It was definitely poo. Out of her anus. There was no mistake about this. I wondered if it was just a natural, everyday transference because these undies were just constantly contacting with her vagina and her anus as she went about her daily business. Working. Going to the toilet. Bending over. Squatting. Everything.

Or did she not wipe her bottom properly after she had been to the toilet?

I was so incredibly curious. Wondrous.

I put my nose close to the poo. Closing my eyes again, I sniffed short and quick.

And again.

OHHH...

Mmmmmm..

And again.

Mmmmmmmmm...

This time I put my nose right to Mrs Mansfield's poo and held it.

OH SHIT!!

That was it! Oh WOW!!!

Mmmmmmmmmm....

That's it. Mrs Mansfield's poo. Mmmmmmmmmm....

I now had a choice to make. I had now smelled Mrs Mansfield's faeces for real on the inside of her big underpants. I had never smelled a woman's poo before let alone smeared on the inside of a pair of her undies.

This was incredible to me that I could see and smell something straight from a mature woman's back passage and even better that it was from our wonderful family friend, Mrs Mansfield!

I knew now I wanted to come smelling Mrs Mansfield's poo. I also wanted the effect of seeing and feeling her underpants as well as all the stains inside her big knickers.

So, this is what I decided.

With the four pairs of her underpants that I had with me, I stayed seated on her white toilet seat just as I had done.

I then pulled the shiny-sliver-gloss nylons around my knees, just as Mrs Mansfield would have them when she was sitting on the toilet, either doing a wee or poo or both.

Intentionally sitting with my legs apart (also just as I imagined Mrs Mansfield would on the toilet) I angled her panties so that the solid cotton crotch panel was directly facing up at me so that I could look down and see Mrs Mansfield's discharge stains in between my knees which I hoped was simulating exactly what she would see when she was doing her business on the toilet.

With those undies in place, I chose the one pair of underpants -- one of the big, white, plain Granny Panties, to "mask up" with.

Strategically placing Mrs Mansfield's big underpants over my face with her foul crotch pad directly against my nose and mouth, I was able to maximise her odour and flavour to my senses as I masturbated. Ideally, this was done with her poo stains contacting my nose and her vaginal stains immediately accessible to my mouth and tongue.

With the other "identical" pair of Grannies and the frilly off-white pair, I used both to wrap around my penis and rub my heavily erect member to orgasm, feeling the softness of her feminine crotch panels against the rock-hardness of my big penis.

With everything in place, I smelled the sharp, rank pong of Mrs Mansfield's faeces as soon as I started huffing.

OH. MY. GOD.

I immediately began to fantasise.

"OHH Mrs Mansfield. You don't know it, but I'm sitting on your toilet inside your home with your big, dirty underpants on my face. I've seen all the stains in your undies. I absolutely love it. Most people would think this is totally disgusting. It actually is but it is SO erotic as well. Seeing a grown woman's underpants just like this, discovering all her "secret stories" on the inside of them. Seeing what goes on inside your underpants during the day. Seeing them at night after you've taken them off and thrown them into the washer. All your stains. From your vagina and your anus. Poo and wee and discharge. Maybe some period blood as well? All your private hygiene details and your wiping activity. OHH Mrs Mansfield! I'm thinking of your vagina now. I'm imagining how pink and tender and delicate it is in between your legs. Inside your underpants, covered by all that ginger-coloured pubic hair. I hope all the hair holds all the sweat and pee from your daily activities Mrs Mansfield.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm.... OHHHH...your vagina Mrs Mansfield. So close to your anus inside your big white undies. So smelly too. Mmmmmmmm...I love the smell of your vagina Mrs Mansfield. SO pink. SO hairy. SO smelly....Mmmmmmmmmmm...I wonder if you let your husband smell your pink fanny like this Mrs Mansfield? Does your husband get to see the inside of your big underpants like this Mrs Mansfield? I wonder? Do you let him see you naked when you're sitting on the toilet? Has he ever watched you do a pee on the toilet? With your big white underpants down around your knees while you're sitting on the white toilet seat doing your business?

"Does he get to see the stains inside your undies when you take them off to go to the toilet? Or maybe just leave them lying on the floor of your bedroom when you go to take a shower? OHHH Mrs Mansfield.....your big white undies. You can't see me now but I've got a pair of your big white cottons masked over my face and I'm sitting on your toilet masturbating. Mmmmmmmmm.....I've got your vagina stains right over my nose and mouth Mrs Mansfield! Mmmmmmmmm...I'm extending my tongue across your crotch panel Mrs Mansfield and starting to lick. The inside of your undies smells AMAZING!! Just like it should after rubbing against your hairy vulva and vagina all day long. That absorbent cotton crotch panel has taken in so much of the smell. The smell of your vulva and your wide-open vagina. OHHHH Mrs Mansfield!!!

Even better still is that I can smell your poo on the inside of your undies Mrs Mansfield!! Mmmmmmmm....that brown faeces stain is smeared on the back of those big undies and I can smell it when I'm masturbating Mrs Mansfield. Mmmmmmmm..the smell of your poo mixed with the earthy odour of your bum sweat Mrs Mansfield. It's turning me on SO much when I masturbate with your big cotton knickers. OH God they feel so soft on my big, erect penis Mrs Mansfield. I wonder how well you've wiped your bottom Mrs Mansfield if you've left brown poo stains on the inside of your undies? It OK though because now I know what your poo really smells like Mrs Mansfield. The smell of a mature woman's faeces on the back of her big underpants.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm....My cock is SO hard Mrs Mansfield. The smell of your poo is going to make me come. I know it!!! OHHHH Mrs Mansfield, I'd love to watch you go to the toilet in front of me. To do a wee. Or maybe a poo? Or maybe both. Now I know what your poo smells like, I'd love to see a big, smelly brown log come all the way out of your anus from deep inside you Mrs Mansfield. All while you've got those big knickers of your down around your knees with all the staining facing outwards for me to see. I would love to see you straining when you do your morning bog Mrs Mansfield. Forcing that big poo out of your bottom and into the toilet below. I'm sure it would stink the bathroom out as I stroke my big erection with your soft underpants Mrs Mansfield.