This is the second part of my Mommy's Panties story. This one is quite a bit longer than the first one. And if you haven't read the first one, you may want to, so you know what's going on.
Anyways, hope everyone enjoys. Your feedback is most welcome, and if enough people want another part, I do have ideas for a 3rd part. As for the first part, please forgive me any grammar and/or spelling mistakes. As I'm still new here, I don't have an editor, but I do the best I can.
All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.
Enjoy.
Summer was ending, I had a week before my planned move. I had decided to go to college out in Los Angeles, with my mother's encouragement of course. All I could worry about was leaving my mom, of course I knew it was great opportunity, but I loved my mom. She would be losing her son, the one person she's always had, yet she put her own feelings aside and wanted me to go because she recognized how great the opportunity was. How could I not love her? She was willing to be alone just so I could go to a nice college. Now I'm sure most people would just say that's what any good mother would do? But I didn't see it like that, I saw it as so much more. After all, my mother and I weren't your normal everyday mother and son.
Over the course of the summer I had went from being caught masturbating with my mother's panties, to her leaving panties for me to use, then it all culminated in the two of us masturbating in front of one another while I sniffed her panties and then watching her devour my cum out of the panties when I finished. And then at her suggestion, that new escalation of events became our new ritual, seriously we did that everyday, sometimes multiple times in a day. I was an incurable panty fetishist and my mother had an insatiable appetite for my cum. All in all it had been one extremely depraved summer and I couldn't be happier about it. But in all that time, no matter how depraved we were, we never once touched each other, we only watched each other. Then after our moment of depravity, we would go back to acting like a normal mother and son. That was until the week of my move, then things started to escalate.
It started on Monday and things escalated each day until my planned departure on Friday.
Monday
I awoke to the bright sunlight beaming through my curtains. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and checked my phone for the time, it was noon. I slowly got out of bed and made my way through the hall to my bathroom for my morning pee. After my pee I went to the kitchen, where mom had already made a pot of coffee before she left for work, so all I had to do was heat it up. I poured myself a cup and put it in the microwave for a minute to heat it up. I know coffee connoisseurs would probably shoot me for reheating coffee in a microwave, but I don't care.
I began wandering slowly through the house as I drank my coffee. I stopped in the living room and stared at the framed photos hanging on the wall. There were only a few, they were photos of mom and me together at different points in my life, including one with mom holding me as a baby. It was evident in the photograph, that's the happiest mom has ever been. As I looked at the photos I began to get nostalgic and was once again saddened by my upcoming departure.
I finished my coffee and put the mug in the kitchen sink. I then looked at the clock on the oven and saw that it was nearly 1 o'clock PM, I decided that I should probably take a shower before returning to my room to continue packing. I went straight to my bathroom and stripped down naked, I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat it up. I stepped under the cascade of warm water and let out a sigh of relief from the relaxing feeling of the warm water washing over my skin. As I stood under the shower I began thinking about how much I'd miss mom and inevitably my thoughts turned to our arrangement, I began to get hard from the sudden flood of the images of mom eating cum from her panties and her smile of ecstasy afterwards. I then shook the images from my head, as getting hard at this point was just torturous, not having mom there. I quickly shampooed my hair and washed my body, to get my mind off of mom.
A few minutes later, I had finished my shower and was standing in the bathroom toweling myself off. After I was sufficiently dry, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to my room to get dressed. As I was slipping on a pair of boxers, I heard the front door open. What the fuck? I thought. I then quickly pulled on a pair of gym shorts and left my room to investigate. When I walked into the living room I was surprised to see it was none other than mom walking through the door.
"Oh hey sweetie" she greeted me.
"umm.. hey mom" I said, still surprised to see her home so early.
"I took off early from work, I took the rest of the week off too." she said, reading my confused expression.
"Oh okay... Are you sure that's alright? I mean, don't hospitals?... I don't know, need nurses?" I said, voicing my confusion.
"They got enough nurses. So I told my boss that there's no way I'm spending my son's last week at home working. She understood, since she has a college aged kid herself, and gave me the rest of the week off. The other nurses are covering my rounds." mom said, walking over and embracing me in a hug.
As she hugged me tightly, I felt her giant breasts press up against my shirtless torso. My cock began to harden almost immediately, mom must've felt it press against her thigh, because she suddenly broke our embrace. I looked at her and couldn't help but notice even through her bra and thin nursing scrubs, that her nipples were hard.
"uh oh... looks like someone's a little excited" she said, looking down at the tent in the front of my shorts and biting her lip.
No longer feeling nervous about such things in front of mom. I just nodded and stared at her, with lust in my eyes. Mom then grabbed my hand and led me to the couch where she sat down. She then motioned for me to sit on the floor in front of her, I was a bit thrown by this, but I did it anyways.
"Now sweetie, before I give you my panties, there's something I'm gonna need from you first." she said.
"Sure mom, anything." I said, desperate just to get a whiff of her panties.
"Good, now honey I've been on my feet all day, they're tired and sore. I want you to rub them, then you can have as much panty time as you'd like." she said.
"Okay mom." I said, not even worrying about how sweaty her feet were sure to be.
I took her feet in my lap and removed both of her nursing shoes. I could feel how hot and sweaty her feet were through her socks, but I didn't care. I then removed both of her socks and was met with a strong odor that caused my nostrils to flare. I then took moment to look at her barefeet, I had never spent much time looking at her feet and was surprised to find that even mom's feet were sexy. They had lighter tan than the rest of her body, her soles were a bit wrinkled but smooth overall. Her arches were deep and her toes were long but not too long, she wore a deep red polish on her toenails.
I took her right foot in my hands and began firmly kneading my thumbs into her sole. Mom let out a sigh of relief and moaned as I worked my thumbs through her arch and up to the balls of her foot. I delighted in how soft and smooth her foot was, in fact I had even surprisingly began to like the odor. I felt my cock jump each time I inhaled the scent. I continued my firm footrub as mom sank back in the couch and moaned.
"mmm.. that feels so good honey... use your mouth..." she said between moans.
"What?" I uttered, surprised by her request and not sure if I'd heard her correctly.
"Use your mouth sweetie. I want you to kiss them and lick them and suck on my toes. Please baby." she said.
Still a bit thrown by her request, I lifter her right foot closer to my face and got a big whiff of her sweaty foot odor. I then planted a kiss on the balls of her foot, and then another. I began trailing down through her arch with kisses.
"oooh that's it baby, now lick it" she said.
I then dragged my tongue along the sole of her foot, I couldn't describe the taste even if I tried, but in that instant, I was hooked. I ran my tongue over her heel, through her arch and up to the balls of her foot. I then began licking in between each of her toes, before wrapping my lips around her big toe. I started sucking on her big toe and mom's moans got even louder. When I finished with her big toe I sucked on her other toes as well. I was rock hard and couldn't get enough of her delicious sweaty foot.
"mmm that's good baby, do you like mommy's sweaty feet?" she said, biting her lip.
"Yes mommy, I love your sweaty feet" I said, completely overcome with lust.
"Good baby, now do the other one." she said.
I grabbed her left foot and gave it the same treatment as her right. By the time I was finished her feet were dripping with my saliva and I was in love with her feet, the taste, the smell, all of it.
"oh my god, that was excellent baby, mommy hasn't had her feet worshipped in ages" she said.
"Can I worship your feet again soon mommy?" I asked.
"Of course darling.. now then as I promised you before." mom then pulled down her pants and took off her panties and held them out to me.
I quickly stood up and grabbed the panties from her hand, they were practically soaking wet and the scent was stronger than ever. In seconds I had my shorts and boxers around my ankles and my nose buried in mom's panties as she sat back on the couch fingering her pussy. Mom stared intently, masturbating, whilst I stood in front her inhaling the strong musky odor of her pussy soaked panties with my hand furiously stroking my rock hard cock. Mom moaned loudly as she massaged her clit. The only sounds in that house were the wet sounds of mom playing with her dripping pussy, her accompanying moans, and the sound of me deeply inhaling the scent emanating from her panties.
