August 8th 1991
It was stifling in the bedroom with the windows closed, the door tightly shut and the two bodies giving off a sexually aroused sweat. Tom sat on the left and his best friend Jamie on the right, both their naked backs leaned against Jamie's bedstead and their legs splayed out in front of them, jeans and underwear shoved down to their ankles. Between them sat a magazine its pages opened. Splashed in printers ink across the pages a naked woman sprawled, small cropped shots dotted around on one page on the second page just a single shot of the blonde woman, breasts cupped in her hands one leg raised and her dark bush revealing puffy lips beneath.
Tom held his cock tightly and worked it for all he could, his foreskin pulled back and his angry purple tip glistened in pre-cum. Jamie was the same, his own thicker cock gripped in one hand working away faster and harder than Tom was, his eyes darting over the images in the magazine. They had been masturbating side by side for the last hour or so, paging through the magazine talking about the models or reading excerpts from letters people had sent in. During this time they had sat and worked their cocks slowly, keeping themselves hard and worked up ready for the main event.
Once they had paged through the magazine, they had agreed on who was going to receive their gifts. Tom had been a little saddened by the fact that the photographs of reader's wives was not going to get their attention this time but could not fault the model they had agreed on. Their talk had started off smutty enough. Who was going to stick what where, how the model would moan and beg for their cocks. Now though, they had both fallen silent as they reached their climaxes. Jamie's breathing became faster, short gasps of air as his hand became a blur of motion. His free hand reached to one side grabbing at a bunch of tissues. Jamie managed to clamp them over his cock head as he let out a moan, his cock jittered as it exploded into the tissues. Jamie worked his cock slower, squeezing the last of his orgasm out.
Tom followed quickly after that, he tried to get his own tissues but had gotten so lost in his fantasy that by the time his free hand had found the wad of paper his own cock had started to erupt, splashing warm cum across his belly and chest. Jamie laughed as Tom swore dabbing at his stomach with the tissues. "Nice going Tom." Jamie said.
"Fuck!" Tom exclaimed breathlessly as the tissue smeared his cooling cum across his belly and started to leave traces of tissue stuck there too. "I need to go to the bathroom." "Sure, just be careful though, my mom's about don't forget." Jamie said absently admiring his own deposit in his own tissues.
Tom had pulled up his underwear and held his jeans up as he walked on tip toes as if in broad daylight this little trick would save him from being heard. He reached the bathroom without alerting anyone, no surprise there. He pushed the door behind himself not really aiming to close it properly just enough to have a little privacy. "Damn it," Tom hissed his fingers brushing over the brown tube that sat where the toilet paper would hang. A quick search revealed no replacement role, for a moment Tom held a hand towel close to his belly then thought better of it when his eyes landed on the wicker basket in the corner. Tom pulled the lid off and revealed a half basket full of dirty washing. He quickly reached in searching for something white. After a frantic few seconds, his eyes landed on an off white mass just below a couple of black t-shirts, he reached down and lifted the item free.
He had to smile, the soft satin feel beneath his fingertips made the item unmistakable. He had fantasised about Jamie's sister Holly, since he had learnt the magic of masturbation. Tom had hidden in his bedroom a photograph he had stolen from a photo album Jamie had shown him only last year. The picture was of Holly, red hair tied back, sunglasses on lounging back on a sun bed in a two piece bikini. For three days he had cum to that photograph and nothing else until his cock felt sore when erect then he knew it was time to take a break.
Now he had something he had not thought about getting hold of, he had a pair of Holly's knickers. His cock was already hard again even though he had shot a healthy load not more than five minutes ago, the excitement of having an item so intimate in his hands was more than his fevered mind could take. Tom unfurled the fabric, opening up the knickers. The white satin sides gave way to a delicate cotton floral design on the front. As the fabric unravelled he took in the sight of the knickers in full, he was surprised how big they were though for such a slim girl like Holly. Then it finally sunk in, these did not belong to Holly, these clearly were worn by a much older lady and a curvier one at that. Miranda was Holly and Jamie's mother and these knickers were clearly hers.
The realisation of what he was holding, at first shocking had now become that warm tingling feeling he got when he was worked up. Miranda, though clearly not Holly, was still an attractive lady and like Holly, Tom had a few fantasies about Miranda too just nowhere near as many and not in a long time. But that old thrill had suddenly returned. Part of him felt shameful, guilty almost at the thoughts he used to have the other part of him made his heart pump faster, made the butterflies in his stomach dance and more importantly made his cock stiffen even more with expectation.
He knew he should just put them back, or at least clean himself up quickly and get back, but he stood still, holding the knickers in his hands, his fingers running across the material. Here would be where Miranda's backside would sit, his finger went lower down across the gusset and he knew here would be where the material would pull tight across her pussy. Tom licked his dry lips as one finger gentle stroked at the gusset. And would he smell her on them he wondered to himself. His hands were lifting the knickers to his face before the thought had fully formed.
The off white material was just inches from his face now, Tom lowered his head he caught the whiff of musty clothes the smell you got when washing had been sat in a basket for a few days, but also, he thought anyway he caught the whiff of an underlying smell, but he would have to bring them closer to be certain. The polite cough from behind stopped Tom cold, his breath catching in his throat and a cold sweat broke out across his body. He turned his whole body slowly, hoping that it would be Jamie stood there but deep down knowing the truth of who he would see standing there.
