Compatible Fetishes
All of the characters are over 18.
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Jake lay down awkwardly on the bed and brought the panties to his nose. He took a deep long breath of the sweet, tangy scent of aunt Sara's pussy as he wrapped a fist around his stiff cock and slowly started to pump. He gave a yelp as he unthinkingly stretched out legs, his injured foot catching against the throw pillows at the end of the bed.
Jake was staying with his aunt and uncle for part of the summer, with the intention of helping his uncle rebuild his garage -- then Jake slipped off a tall ladder the second day he was there. His quick reflexes and athletic body helped him avoid major damage, but he smashed up his foot pretty bad and the family doctor recommended he lay up for the next week or so and move around on crutches. He couldn't navigate the narrow stairs to the basement bedroom, so Sara suggested Jake sleep in the master bedroom while he recovered. Dan, Jake's uncle, was working on lining up some other help with the garage project, and Sara had just left to go shopping, leaving Jake alone at last: it'd been great having his aunt spend so much time looking after him for the week, but the lack of privacy had made him tense. Like most 18-year old males, he usually jacked off at least a couple of times a day but he'd been in considerable pain for a couple of days, then felt anxious beating his meat knowing his aunt might hear in the small house.
Today, Sara asked if he was OK for an hour while she went shopping, and he eagerly agreed.
"Can't wait to be free of your boring old aunt, huh?" she said, laughing.
"N-no, that's not what I meant," Jake stammered. "Anyway, you aren't old...or boring."
"Well, that's kind of you to say," Sara said, smiling. She noticed that his eyes had dropped down to her chest when he spoke, and Sara unconsciously leaned back and pushed out her breasts toward him. She was proud of "the girls" and had always liked male attention, but Sara quickly realized what she was doing and turned away, a little embarrassed.
"I should get going," she said, flustered.
"Oh, yeah, OK," Jake said, nervously.
Jake had always been fond of Sara growing up, but now this had turned into blatant desire. She was fairly short, with curly blond hair and a body that was toned and trim from yoga and pilates - which made her huge tits (must be 40D's he thought) stand out even more. It was hard to believe she had two boys finishing up High School - in other words, Sara was one of the finest pieces of MILF that Jake had ever seen, and he always had a hard time (pun intended) to not keep undressing her with his eyes whenever he thought she wasn't looking.
Now here he was alone, balls aching from a week with no release and aunt Sara had just taken a shower, which meant...
As the front door slammed, Jake got up and hobbled to the master bathroom. Just as he'd hoped, Sara's newly discarded clothes were laying in the laundry basket. As Jake rummaged through her yoga pants and sports bra, he saw what he wanted - a pair of satin red panties bunched up in the pants. There was a clear streak of white in the crotch and they were still warm from her body. As Jake ran his finger over the "snail trail" he could feel it was moist from recent contact with her pussy.
This wasn't the first time he'd raided his aunt's laundry - usually there were too many people around at family events when they visited his aunt and uncle but he'd had an opportunity last Christmas when he was delayed coming back from an all-expenses paid ski trip he'd gotten for his 18th birthday, and the family had gone out to dinner already. Jake had texted his sister to say he'd clean up before coming over there, then thought he'd bend the rules and showered in his aunt's bathroom. He'd gravitated to the laundry basket like it was a black hole and before he knew it, he had one of her thongs pressed against his nose and a pair of cotton panties wrapped around his stiff cock. He wanted to avoid making a mess so ended up shooting his load all over the inside of the walk-in shower, carefully checking the panties for drops before returning them to the basket.
Now, clutching his new prize, Jake limped back to the bed and lay down, alternately sniffing and licking the panties, then wrapping them around his needy cock as he started jerking off -- slowly at first, then with abandon.
He was so focused on the sensations that he didn't hear the click of the bedroom door until way too late.
"...forgot the stupid shopping list. I should really just put it on my phone and..." Sara froze as she entered the room. So did Jake, his fist caught in a downstroke so Sara's red panties were stretched over the top of his thick prick.
"Oh my God... I'm so sorry... I...er..." stumbled Jake, blushing profusely.
Sara blushed too, unable for a moment to look away from her panties outlined on Jake's hardness. She realized how embarrassed he must be and thought to lighten the mood and get past this as fast as possible.
"Boys -- always wanting to play with their thing!" Sara said, rolling her eyes before managing a wry smile and looked around for the shopping list.
"Listen, do me a favor - when you're done, wrap them up in this," she said, throwing him a hand towel. "I don't want to get a mess on the other laundry, OK?"
"I...um...sure aunt Sara," said Jake, surprised and relieved that she hadn't been outraged and kicked him out of the house.
Sara felt her breath catch as she glanced once more at her knickers and noticed how they were already wet with Jake's pre-cum. The scene was surreal. She shook her head, sighed, picked up the shopping list and calmly walked out.
"There," Sara thought. "I didn't cause a big scene. The poor boy was humiliated enough." But she had to admit that she had another reason to let Jake finish - she felt in tingle between her legs as she thought of what he was probably doing right now and what she might find later.
Jake waited for the sound of Sara's car to recede, still comically frozen in the act of whacking off into her panties. It was amazing! He thought he was dead as soon as she'd walked in on him. He'd instantly seen a cascading shit-storm with Sara then Uncle Dan yelling at him for betraying their trust. And, Oh God when his parents and siblings heard about this! He thought his life was going to be over.
But, after an initial shock, Aunt Sara had somehow taken it all in stride. He wondered whether he should do the noble thing, return her clothes to the laundry and just apologize to her again when she returned. But then again, she'd left him with instructions of what to do with her soiled panties - didn't that imply she was OK with him finishing in them?
Jake didn't need much persuading, in fact. After a momentary drop in stiffness, his cock had re-hardened even while Sara was still in the room. He had to think a while to realize why: she'd been looking not at his face but at his cock while she spoke about him cleaning up -- seemed like she couldn't take her eyes off it. And then he remembered that she had started to bite her lower lip as she stared, almost like she was getting turned on.
As Jake thought more about the scene that had just played out, his hand started sliding up and down his shaft again. His pre-cum had already soaked the crotch of Sara's panties and he felt harder than he'd ever felt in his life, his balls fuller than they'd ever been. Moaning, he jerked faster and faster as his need to release grew until his back arched and he sprayed wad after thick wad of cum into the gusset of aunt Sara's panties, moving them around to try to catch as much as possible and avoid drips. He lay for a moment, exhausted by the emotional rollercoaster. Then he got up, with some difficulty as his pants were still tangled around his ankles, wrapped the sopping wet panties in the hand towel and hobbled to the bathroom to put the bundle in the laundry.
Jake cleaned himself up then went to the living room to play computer games and prepare for Sara's return. What would she say? What should HE say? Would she be mad now having gotten over the shock of what he was doing with her knickers? Or would they both just pretend it never happened?
Jake was still pondering these questions (and as a result, losing badly in his game), when the door opened and Sara came in with bags of shopping. She dropped them in the kitchen, saying "Gotta pee!" and rushed to her bedroom.
Sara closed the door behind her and thought hard. She couldn't believe she was going to give into her old fetish, but the urge was so strong. She quietly opened the laundry basket and fished out the towel bundle laying on the top. She could smell Jake's cum before she could see it - that rich earthy scent that she secretly loved more than any perfume.
Jeez, her panties were a complete mess! They were absolutely drenched in cum, twisted and stretched. Sara held them up to her nose to get a better whiff, and her tongue snaked out, seemingly of its own accord, confirming that it not only smelled like semen but tasted like it too. Sara's heart was beating like crazy. Was she really going to do this? She laid the ruined panties back on the towel and looked at them before she shucked down her skirt and black thong. Sara reached down and slid on the sticky red panties that Jake had spooged on just a few minutes ago. The initial shock as the cold wetness hit her pussy quickly gave way to the feeling that Sara loved - panties drenched in jizz, thick and manly, saturating her clit, drying onto her trimmed pubes, bathing her body in the scent of cum. She didn't want it dripping down her legs while walking around Jake, so she put on some dark jeans and switched to a tank top before going out to the kitchen.
As Sara put away the groceries, she felt Jake's sperm slick into her most delicate parts with every movement, and she had to stop, close her eyes and bend her head every so often so she didn't moan with the pleasure - Jake was in the next room for heaven's sake!
