Each morning my dad went to work at around 7.15am and I would go join my mum in her bed for a cup of tea. I was 19 and at college but me and Mum took turns to make a cup of tea first thing, and this is where it started. One morning she shouted of me to join her with the morning tea, and the arrangement stuck and became a week day thing before we both headed off out to work & college.
With a few girlfriends under my belt, all a bit basic and not that often, a quick handjob from a girl at college once a month was never going to satisfy my desires, so I masturbated everyday to ease my pressure. My brothers porn stash was my main focus, Scandinavian or German porn magazines, or my Mums clothing catalogue, thumbing through the Bras section. Noteworthy to mention I always ended up in the foundationwear pages, loving the mature ladies in their Corselettes and open bottom girdles, Triumph Doreen bras etc. They looked so much sexier than the younger models.
Anyway Mum in the late 1970s was 47, medium height with thick dark hair, trim figure with good legs, a narrow waist with a good shaped full round bum, her breasts were good and she wore a 36B bra. I once found a picture of her topless on holiday, and she has very big round nipples considering her small breast size.
Not that you saw much of her legs, a conservative dresser with her skirts always below the knee, she either wore a sweater or nylon blouse. And a low to medium heel on her shoes. Went to church every week and was pretty prim and proper.
So I've just joined my Mum in bed and she jumps out wearing her nightdress , believe me nothing remotely sexy, pulls her dressing gown over the top and heads downstairs to make us both a cup of tea. Now when I walked into her bedroom I noticed on her side of the bed on the floor, were a pair of black panties and pantyhose laid on the floor. The tights were a tan colour which she always wore. All stretched and wound up in the panties, after she had obviously rolled them down her thighs the previous evening for bed. The black panties were really thin clingy nylon, and I recall very clearly they did not have a cotton gusset like her other panties had, so only nylon against her pussy.
I leaned across the bed and stared down at my Mums worn underwear on the floor, then felt an urge to pick them up. As I did so I realised my fingers were wet from the crotch of the panties, realising my Mum had wet her pants I pushed them to my nose, my God the reaction was instant as my cock immediately hardened at the gorgeous sweet smell of her panties. The wonderful aroma of her panties which had rubbed against her fanny all day while she was at work. The fact there was no cotton gusset, and the nylon of these gorgeous clingy panties meant the smell was outstandingly sweet but very strong. The smell soon had me reaching for my hard penis and stroking it slowly, with Mums undies over my nose. The still damp gusset of her panties rubbing against my nose, the pantyhose gusset also still damp too.
She he had been downstairs a while so I knew I needed to put them back before I was caught, but this was the start of my obsession with my Mums worn panties, pantyhose and slips. She worked in an office, so the wash basket was always full with her worn undies for me to masturbate with. Most days I beat her in from work and had the house to myself so always managed a quick wank before she got home. Her panty wetting was so good, her panties were still fairly damp the day after she had worn them.
