Rhonda came home early from work one day; her boss giving her the afternoon off in appreciation of the extra hours she had worked over the past busy weeks. She parked the car in the street, intending to change her clothes before going out shopping. She thought her stepson Tony would be home from school and in his room either surfing the net or doing his homework, probably the former.
Tony was a studious boy, and at 18 had spent most of his teenage years studying, with excellent grades the result. The flip side to this was that he had only a small circle of friends, played little sport except an irregular game of tennis, and rarely went out with girls. In fact, he had never had a steady girlfriend. He was a regular, well-adjusted boy, albeit a little shy and introverted. Tonyâs parents were not worried; there was plenty of time for him to grow up once he started university next year.
What Rhonda didnât expect was to find when she got home was Tony in her bedroom. She paused at the open door of her bedroom and saw Tony standing in front of the full length mirror totally nude save for a pair of black crutchless lace nickers. The shock of this sight left her speechless and glued to the spot, watching as Tonyâs right arm moved rapidly up and down â it was obvious he was masturbating. His left arm held something up to his face. She moved quietly to the side and could see in the reflection of the mirror that Tony was holding a kind of white fabric to his nose and mouth. It was then that she recognised the cloth to be the panties she had been wearing yesterday â Tony was sniffing her soiled underwear while he masturbated in front of the mirror!
It then dawned on her that the crutchless panties he wore were hers also, a present from her husband on their anniversary a few years back. She had buried them in her underwear draw and never worn them, a âstupidâ article of lingerie bought my men and worn only by prostitutes.
It had been a good five minutes by now that Rhonda had stood by the door watching Tonyâs mirrored reflection. His penis looked very hard and angry and from the guttural sounds Tony was making it seemed he was close to ejaculating. Rhonda knew she had to stop what he was doing, but at the same time the sight of the smooth young manâs body and erect penis was making her very excited. She could feel her vagina had become quite wet and she had overwhelming urge to rub her clitoris.
Rhonda entered the room and spoke softly.
âWhat are you doing, Tonyâ
Tony jumped as he looked in the mirror and saw his stepmother in the room. His face went bright red as he dropped her panties and reached for his shorts and jeans. â
I, I, Iâm, Iâm sorryâŚ.â he stuttered. âI was, I was justâŚ.â
âYes, I can see what you were doingâ interrupted Rhonda. Her tone was controlled and even.
She wasnât angry. She could see Tonyâs obvious embarrassment in being caught masturbating in his parentâs bedroom, not to mention sniffing her panties, and strangely, she was excited by it.
â Do you like my panties, Tony?â Rhonda quizzed the embarrassed boy.
Tony looked away.
âAnswer me, Tonyâ.
â Please donât tell Dad, please!â Tony pleaded as he held his jeans in front of his now deflated penis.
â Well I think we should talk about this before I make any decision regarding your fatherâ she replied. â Now answer my question, do you like my panties?â
He looked at the floor and nodded his head.
âWhat do you like about themâ He shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. âAnswer me, Tonyâ she softly demanded. â
I like the way they smell, and I like the soft feel of themâ he replied, still unable to look at here.
âDo you shoot your sperm into them?â
He looked up at her and appeared almost ready to cry. He didnât need to reply. Rhonda felt a shiver at how helpless he looked, and how incredibly turned on the conversation was making her. She then remembered how crusty her nickers had been sometimes when she put them in the washing machine. It had never occurred to her that it was Tony making them that way.
âYou have done this before, in here, havenât you?â
Tony lowered his head again as he gave it a quick nod.
âDo you do it here every day, after school?â
âNoâ, he replied.
â But most days?â He reluctantly nodded again.
âItâs OK, Tony. All boys masturbate. I see your bed sheets, and the tissues and rude books you keep under your bed, but to do it in here, with my panties, is very naughty indeed, Tonyâ.
She spoke in an almost lighthearted manner.