This story is loosely based on a drunken confession from and old Army buddy that I reconnected with after 40 years. We were knee deep into a 30 pack of beer when he says to me "Hey, you remember when I went home on leave? Let me tell you what really happened." We spent hours talking about this and he gave me all of the background and permission to write a story about it. I let my imagination run wild and here we are. All the usual disclaimers apply here, and everyone having sex is over 18. Special thanks to Eliza Loo for the invaluable input.
1971, somewhere in the middle of Illinois.
Life was somewhat normal for me until my Mom and stepdad divorced. He was an alcoholic and she was a bored housewife. We went from a solid middle class life to abject poverty in a matter of months. It was a messy divorce, she had been caught cheating and as a result pretty much got nothing except a little child support. He got custody of my brother, his firstborn son.
So it was me, my sister that's five years younger and my brother that's ten years younger going with her. I should explain that these are half siblings, I was from a previous lover my Mom had before she met Dad. I call him Dad because he's the only one I ever knew, and he formally adopted me after years of pressure from Mom and his family.
He was a mean son of a bitch when drunk and he was only sober for work. He treated all of us like shit but was a little worse with me, with him favoring his firstborn son. As a result of this Mom and I always had a close bond, she would stick up for me and because the other two were much younger than me by the time the divorce was over it felt like it was me and Mom against the world. We would sit up and talk at night, about the kids, the divorce, school or whatever. She talked to me like an adult, even cried on my shoulder a couple times. I was her sounding board, even if I didn't help much she at least got to say these things out loud and work through them. I was ill equipped to handle all of this but loved being treated like I was older.
It being the early seventies opportunities for women in small town America were very limited. Hell, women couldn't even have a credit card without a husband to sign for it. She found work as a waitress, sometimes two and three jobs at a time so she was gone every weekend night and two or three nights during the week.
All we could afford was a tiny house barely big enough for the four of us. Having one bathroom it was common for me to see her rushing around in a bra and panties getting ready for a shift. Inevitably, living in such tight quarters led to glimpses of bare legs while she was wearing a towel and such. It was never intentional but very exciting for me. She would catch me staring and just smile, never really admonishing me but more like rolling her eyes and making some comment like "Eyes up here buddy" while hurrying off to her room to get dressed.
We quickly developed a routine with Mom working her ass off and me trying to juggle school and the kids. Some of my favorite memories from that time were Sunday evenings, she rarely worked and after the kids were in bed we would have time to ourselves. We would talk about things to be done during the next week, chores I needed to do and anything else that came to mind. I loved our alone time, things seemed normal like we had a stable life. She talked to me as an adult, never ordering me to do anything but she had a way of getting me to do all of it without complaint.
As time went on my grades plummeted and I ended up quitting school when I was seventeen. Nothing had changed, Mom was still busting her ass waitressing and I was babysitting. I was drinking and drugging every time I could get out of the house, running with the wrong crowd and basically being the kid your Mother always warned you about.
Things started changing after I turned eighteen and I was slowly asserting my independence. My Sister was now old enough to keep an eye on the youngest. I had a job working in a restaurant so I had pocket money and a car.
I suppose most young men develop an attraction to their Mothers and I was no exception. I thought she was beautiful and she was in great shape from waitressing. I had discovered that I loved to smell her panties and the scent was intoxicating to me. The fact that she worked long hours on her feet just made them better smelling to me. It helped that I was the one in charge of the laundry and before I headed to the laundromat I would pick out a pair to keep for the week and switch them for fresh ones the next week.
One time she had left for work but forgot her apron she wore which had the order book in it. The owners of the place would be pissed if she didn't have it so she turned around and came back to get it. About ten minutes had passed and by that time I had my stereo on and I was laying on the bed with my pants around my ankles and I had a pair of her panties on my face and another pair wrapped around my dick and was stroking away, inhaling her wonderful scent and loving the silky smoothness of the other pair around my cock.
I didn't hear her come in due to the stereo and she had to walk past my open door to get to her room so she caught me red handed. I heard her say "Nick!" and I jumped up trying to hide what I was doing and failing miserably. I finally just grabbed a blanket and covered myself up and laid face down on the bed in embarrassment.
I heard the volume turn down and felt the bed shift as she sat on it then she pulled the blanket back enough to expose my face. I was expecting to be yelled at but she was actually giggling a little and said "You need to shut your door when you do that, what if the kids had seen?"
I said "I'm sorry Mom", but she patted my head and said "Don't worry about it, we all do it." I was a little shocked to hear her say that and it must have shown on my face because she just sighed and got up, half smiling as she said "But shut the fucking door next time, and...and stop shooting your cum into my panties, you're staining them all."
She then shut my door and grabbed her apron and left. It took me about three strokes to cum all over my chest. Nothing else was ever said about it, but once in a while I'd find a different pair of worn panties under my pillow.
Mom was a bit of a partier and while she never drank at home on her days off it wasn't uncommon for her to blow off some steam after work. One night I heard her stumble in at three am or so, obviously drunk. She banged around in the kitchen for a bit raiding the fridge for a bite to eat. I dozed back off but woke again when she opened the door to my room.
I opened my eyes just a bit and saw her silhouette in the doorway, dimly lit by the kitchen light down the hall. I saw her hike up her skirt, reach under and peel her panties down. She almost fell over reaching for them and I heard her say "Shit" under her breath then a little laugh. She tossed the panties at me on the bed, they hit by my feet. She then quietly closed the door and went to bed.
I immediately grabbed the panties, they were still warm and the gusset was soaked. I figured she either got laid or was extremely horny all night. I held them to my face inhaling the musky scent of pussy and pee and deduced she must have let a little squirt of pee go while trying to make it to the bathroom in time.
Pulling them off of my nose I rubbed my fingers over the slippery wetness. I was used to smelling her panties while they were dry and a little crusty but this took it to a whole new level. I put them in my mouth and tasted the creamy goodness, and I rubbed her scent all over my face, all while beating my cock furiously. It didn't take me long to finish, spurting rope after rope of cum onto a towel I had laid over my chest.
