My mom is not what you would consider hot. She is in her late 50's, works in an elementary school and sings in the church choir. In short, she is your average mom and getting up there in age.
She is not thin and has been getting thicker and thicker as she nears the flabby arm stage. Her boobs have always been large and are sagging more and more. If you were to see her in public, you wouldn't even look twice, but for me, she has always been my fantasy.
When I was a teenager, I would look forward to any time she might be getting dressed or undressed. She has always worn high waisted panties that were very silky with bras and half slips to match. Any time I saw her dressed like this, I would have to go to my room and relieve myself. In fact, I was infatuated with her lingerie. I had a stash of her panties in my room and would wear them while I masturbated. If she knew, she never let on.
I'm 30 now and living quite well on my own. I had fantasized less and less about my mom as I grew older since I didn't see her as much, but that changed when I visited my parents for Christmas.
They had moved into a smaller house and I was staying in the guest room for a week. In the back of my mind, I wondered if I might get the chance to go through my mom's drawers.
On the second night there, I was horny as ever. I was up watching TV and my parents had gone to bed. I was ready to go to the guest room and have a good wank when I thought about the laundry room. Maybe there was a load or two in there and maybe there would be some panties. I turned off the TV and crept over to their door to see if I could hear any voices. Silence.
I walked over to the laundry room and looked around. Sure enough, there was a pile of clothes in a basket. I walked to it and found two pairs of her nylon panties. One pink and one blue. I was ecstatic. I inspected my find and was eager to go to my room and try them on. My back was to the door when I heard someone behind me.
"I saw the light on, honey, what are you looking for?" my mom said.
Shame, shock and fear replaced the horniness I had been feeling. I dropped the panties on the pile and turned around. My mom was in a loose fitting, but very silky nightgown. Her breasts swung freely and I looked up at her.
"Oh, nothing." I said.
"Well, you must be looking for something. Tell me what it is and I can help you look." She said as she entered the laundry room. I was cornered. Caught between her and her panties lying on top of the pile of laundry.
I stood my ground and said, "Oh, well, I'm just looking for a towel."
"We have plenty of towels in the guest bathroom for you."
"Oh, okay. Thanks." I said as I started toward the door.
She said, "Good night honey." I stopped and looked at her. The light from the laundry room was illuminating her nightgown as she stood there. I could see the outline of her body and my cock was reacting. She reached out to hug me and I held her close. As we let go of our embrace, I let my hands fall as low as I could down her back and upper butt. I would give anything to rub my cock along her crack, I thought.
"Good night," I said and walked away thinking I had escaped.
She turned back into the laundry room to turn out the light. In doing so, she was looking straight at the pile of clothes with her panties on top. She let out a loud sigh, but didn't say anything. I kept on walking to try to maintain my innocence.
I had just taken off my shirt when, she walked in the room holding the pair of pink panties I had just been admiring. "Is this what you were looking for?" she asked.
I sat on the bed stunned. "Yes." I said sheepishly. I knew I had to admit to it sooner or later.
She sat down next to me and sighed. We were both quiet for a moment. "What do you like about them?"
