Description
A young man is caught with his pants down by one of his mother's friends. Barbara takes great delight in humiliating the young man as well as punishing him severely.
Barbara's Panties or Caught with My Pants Down
By Mugsgame
I felt weak at the knees with Barbara's voice still thundering in my head. "Just what do you think you are doing young man?" I was exposed. It was worse than being naked. There was no place to run. Standing there with my pants around my knees, my hard cock in my hand, and Barbara's worn panties pressed against my face. It was too late to do anything.
God, what in hell was I thinking?
The day started innocently enough.
But first, my mother and grandmother taught me to play bridge when I was young. My grandmother played at a tournament level. My mother usually played with various friends once or twice a week. The games rotated between houses; it was usually one, sometimes two tables playing.
Occasionally, when a chair was open, I sat in so there were enough players for a game. I was home on Christmas break from my first year of college when my mother brought me with her to Barbara's house one afternoon. I would be needed to fill a table for at least an hour.
She was older than my mother, in her fifties with no children at home. She had long dark hair which she usually kept in a bun or long ponytail. Generally, she wore skirts with a blouse or a dress that I thought accented her wide hips. Today she wore a blue sundress with big earrings dangling down. She almost always had her nails painted red and was fond of red lipstick.
The way she dressed made her stand out from the other women. They were pretty but not like her. Barbara always stood out to me. I was intimidated by her, although I wasn't sure why.
She was also a reader. In her half-finished basement, there were a few easy chairs, a sofa, and a few bookshelves. I often borrowed crime novels from her. That is where I first encountered Raymond Chandler, Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers, Dashiell Hammett among others.
The game started at one pm with me filling a chair. A little after two Mrs. Henderson arrived, so I sat back, observing the play of the game. During the break between games, Barbara served coffee with cookies. The ladies chatted amongst themselves before beginning the second game.
Getting bored, I went down to the basement to scan the bookshelves for something I had not read before. There was a small bathroom in the basement which I used. As I was coming out, I passed the washer-dryer. There was a laundry basket there full of clothes to be washed. Something black with red lace caught my eye. Although I knew I shouldn't, I picked it out of the laundry basket.
It was a pair of black panties with red lace at the legs and waist. My hand was shaking. I could feel my face turning red as my cock got hard in my pants. As I ran my hand over the smooth material, I could just imagine running my hand over her full ass, then lightly cupping her pussy.
I could not help myself as I ran the black panties over my face. They smelled of perfume. Then I caught the scent from the crotch, and it sent a thrill through me. My cock was getting very hard as I ran the crotch over my nose. I inhaled deeply, imagining I was licking her pussy.
I don't remember pulling down my pants. I was lost in a fog, slowly stroking my rock-hard cock and absorbed in the delightful mix of her perfume along with the aroma of her pussy as I rubbed her panties over my face.
Suddenly, like a thunderclap, Barbara's voice broke through the daze I was in.
"Just what do you think you are doing young man?" she demanded. I felt weak at the knees, suddenly realizing how exposed I was. There was no excuse for what I was doing. I was trapped.
"Hand those to me." I did so, glancing up at Barbara's face. It was hard to read her expression. She was angry, but also seemed amused.
Barbara lifted the panties to her nose before tossing them back at me saying, "Well young man you have a decision to make." At the moment, I only wished that there was a hole I could climb into and disappear.
"You can stay after the game and explain to me exactly what you were doing with my
dirty panties...
" She paused, her eyes piercing me. "Or we can go upstairs right now and you can explain to all of the ladies,
and your mother
why I found you playing with yourself with my dirty panties in your face." I couldn't breathe.
My legs were trembling as she said, "Well, make up your mind... or should I call the ladies down to see you right now with your pants down."
Finally, I found my voice, stammering out, "I will stay."
"Put these back where you found them."
I walked over to the clothes basket, bending down to put them back as I heard her behind me. She turned into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and peeing with the door open.
I never lost the hardness in my cock, and I felt it getting harder as she said, "I should make you come in here to clean my pussy." I felt as though an electric current was running through me.
Reaching for some toilet paper, she wiped under her dress saying, "Button those pants up and come upstairs with me. You are going to sit with me for the rest of the game. We can discuss what you were doing after the game."
I was in a daze as Barbara moved a chair up beside hers. The game restarted, but I could not concentrate as thoughts rushed through my head wondering what was going to happen after the game. I thought of how stupid I'd been. I was barely aware when the game ended. The other women and my mother were getting up, chatting before going home.
She asked my mother if she could 'borrow' me for a while as she had she needed me to do a few things.
My mother nodded, turning to me saying, "You take care of whatever Barbara asks." The room emptied.
My mother was leaving when she called out, "I will make sure he is home by dinner." Barbara smiled at me; her eyes glowing as I felt my heart beat quickly.
My face turned red when she said, "Follow me." I followed her down the steps to the basement.
Barbara sat on the couch motioning me to stand in front of her saying, "I know what you were doing. I want to hear you tell me what you were thinking when you were playing with yourself.
"But first, you are overdressed. Take off those pants." I felt my legs were like jelly as I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them off. I kept my head down, unable to meet her gaze.
My face was burning as she said, "Look at me." I raised my head to see her smiling with delight.
"Well, you might as well take everything off."
I froze, seemingly rooted to the ground when after a minute she said, "Or I could call your mother. Would you like her to come back so I can explain what I found you doing?"
