All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about an incestuous relationship.
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"Oh my God," I heard my mother screech. "Those are my panties."
She had opened my bedroom door not knowing I was inside jerking off. That would have been bad enough, but I was wearing a pair of her panties. Actually I had pushed them down slightly so my cock was free to stroke. I had my balls lying on top of the fabric too. The elastic of the waistband pulled up under them.
Besides wearing her panties I had another pair, which I had fished out of the hamper, held up to my nose. They were exceptionally aromatic that day. She must have been a little excited when she was wearing them. Her scents were a delight any day, but some days were better than others.
Needless to say I was startled. I looked toward the door to see her standing with her hand covering her mouth in a gesture of shock and surprise. She spun around and rushed from the room slamming the door behind her.
My morning was ruined. It was a Saturday, no school. I usually liked to start my non-school days by masturbating while wearing my mother's panties.
Before you jump to any conclusions. I was not a panty freak. At least I don't think I was. I only wore them at special times, like when I jerked off. Well a few other times too. Sometimes to school, or maybe to a movie. I wore boxers usually. It doesn't really matter. That was then. Now is now.
At any rate my boner was gone and I was in big trouble. I'd be lucky if she didn't kick me out of the house. I had to find an answer to my dilemma, if there was one.
I got dressed and took the two pair of panties to the bathroom to throw in the hamper. I went downstairs, but Mom was nowhere around. I checked the garage and her car was gone.
I went back to my room trying to think of something I could do, anything I could do.
I got on my computer and brought up one of my favorite sites 'Literotica'. I looked through all the panty stories. None of them gave me an answer. If the story was about a son being caught by his mother, with her panties, they invariably ended up in an incestuous relationship.
That wouldn't do in my case. My mother was far too straitlaced to even think about such a thing. Even though I often found her juices on her panties. She was not going let me do something like that.
I would have liked to though. She was my favorite jerk off dream girl.
Let me take a moment to describe my mother. Her name is Ethel. An old fashioned name I know, but it seems to suit her. She is forty-four, 5' 4" and a little overweight. She weighs about 160 on a medium frame. Her ass is well padded and her medium sized tits are plump. She has the beginning of a belly. Her face is full with her hair dyed blond and cut short. Her natural hair color is light brown, but has a lot of gray in it.
She does have nice legs, nicer when she wears nylons and heels. If she wears the right dresses, or skirts, her ass looks good too. Mom has a pleasant, open face but she is really introspective
She and my father divorced when I was just a toddler. I grew up spending a couple of weekends a month with my father and his new wife. I liked them both. My step-mother treated me with love, but was always careful not to interfere in my relations with my birth mother. My father took a lot of interest in me, even after he had two children with his new wife.
Mom didn't have to work, but she did. She is an accountant at a local firm. Her parents had left her enough that we could live comfortably, but she had invested that money and we lived on her wages. She had been talking lately of possibly cutting back to three days a week.
Me? I'm Gene, short for Eugene. That's a name with a long history in my mother's family. I'm nineteen, five feet ten and 160 pounds. I'm medium build, in good condition but not muscular. In fact I'm a bit soft.
I attend a local two year college. The idea being that I would save money by living at home. At the same time it would give me a chance to decide what field I wanted to study. I was having a little trouble making up my mind. My father was contributing to my college costs so he appreciated the savings.
My mother was happy with the situation too. She would have me at home for a little longer. Maybe I should say she had been happy with the arrangement until that morning.
As I was growing up my mother was very loving with me. One could almost say she doted on me. At the same time she could be strict when it was called for. Whenever she would punish me for something she would hug me afterward and tell me she loved me.
Mom would hug me often as I grew up. In my early teens I would reject these hugs, but a few years later accepted them gladly and returned them.
Mom was a very moral woman. I don't think she was ever with a man after her divorce from my father. I was aware of very few dates while I was growing up. I never found a dildo, or vibrator when snooping in her room. As I said above, straitlaced. Her life seemed to center on me. She tried to teach me things like honesty, responsibility, and self-sufficiency. To a large degree she was successful.
So how and when did lust for my Mom become a central point in my life? I would snoop through her room checking her closet and dresser drawers. Her panties were all plain. Most were cotton, but she had some silk pairs too. Same thing with her bras. Most were utilitarian, but a couple made with sensuous fabric. Mom wore slips sometimes. Those were all silk or satin. A couple had lace at the bodice and hem. There was nothing that I found more than mildly exciting.
The big change came one day when I was helping out by doing the laundry. Since Mom worked I tried to do my part to help. I was sorting the soiled clothes when, on a whim, I put a pair of her panties to my nose to sniff at the gusset.
It was a whim that changed my life. It happened just at the point that girls were becoming an obsession with me. I hadn't had much success with them. The girls I lusted after lusted after jocks, not non-athletic guys like me.
The fragrance my mother left on her panties enchanted me. It was the closest I had ever been to a live pussy. I set the panties aside, and once the laundry was started took them to my room to jerk off while holding them to my nose. It was the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced, up to that point, in my young life.
So my mother became the central figure in my dreams. My pudgy mom became my ideal, my dream girl. I searched the internet looking for spicy pictures of women who resembled her, there weren't many. Likewise I found only a few porn flicks that suited my needs. Magazines were a better source of salacious pictures of mature, chubby women. There were all types of magazines and some specialized in mother figures.
Trying on her panties seemed like a logical next step. They felt so good against my face, especially the silky ones that I tried rubbing them on my cock and jerking off with them wrapped around my dick. I got that last idea from a story, a number of stories actually.
I preferred the soiled panties on my face where I could inhale the fragrances. At the same time I liked the feel on my cock. The thought came to me that I should try them on. Surprisingly they fit, only a little snug. Mom's ass was a bit broad, and mine was slim. After that I wore a pair of her panties when I jerked off. I had to be careful that I got them washed and back in her drawer so she wouldn't notice they had disappeared. Since I did much of the laundry I was able to handle things okay.
And that's where things stood the day I got caught.
I spent the day in my room searching for answers. My mind was in a turmoil. Nothing I found on the internet seemed to apply. My thoughts produced nothing but panicked wild notions.
I dreaded hearing her come home and having to face her. When I did hear the door close as she entered the house I cowered in my room with the door shut. It was early evening before I summoned the courage to go downstairs, to face my fate.
