I was laying on my bed, naked, I had a pair of black lace panties wrapped around my cock and I was wanking hard. The lace felt amazing against my skin as I imagined the pussy that the unwashed lace had rubbed against. The tension was building inside me and my balls were ready to explode. I couldn't hold it any more and cum spurted from my cock on to my stomach, spurt after spurt. I finally came down from my orgasm and relaxed for a moment...
The door swung open...mom.
"Oh my god, sorry, what are you..?"
"Shit, mom. Get out I'm busy." I said trying to cover myself with my bed covers.
Mom left quickly. I felt embarressed beyond words, not only had my mom just caught me wanking, she caught me with her panties around my cock and covered in my own spunk.
I didn't take her panties because they were her's, I took them because I like panties and her's are the only ones I can get. I'm a young, single man living with my divorced mom. My sex drive is high, as you might expect from a man my age, but my luck with girls is low. I have a love of panties but the only panties I can get are my mom's. I'm not really attracted to my mom I just love panties, and wanking, so I take what I can.
I waited a while, hiding, but what with me covered in spunk I needed a shower. I crept out of my bedroom and into the bathroom. I threw her panties in the hamper and washed up. I didn't see mom this time but it was only a matter of time until I saw her again. I can't really explain to her what I was doing, I just hoped she didn't ask.
The next day and I got out of bed. I could hear mom in the kitchen. I was nervous about seeing her but it had to happen sooner or later. I pulled on my pajamas and went down stairs.
"Good morning, coffee?" Mom asked casually.
"Yes, thanks." I sat at the table not sure what to say.
"Have you got any plans today? I've just got some house work to do, not much." Mom seemed to be acting like nothing happened so I did too.
"I don't have any plans but something might come up."
Me and mom ate breakfast, drank our coffee and chatted like nothing had happened. I was very relieved not to have to have 'that' chat. Mom finished first and went to do her chores, I then went for a shower. In the bathroom I looked in the hamper, a force of habit, and saw a fresh pair of yellow cotton panties. I was still feeling uneasy about last night but arousal was taking over. It wasn't the first time I'd taken her panties, just the first time I'd been caught. Mom hadn't said anything so maybe she didn't mind...
Mom never said anything about the night she caught me until, a few weeks later, it happened again...
I was in my bedroom looking at porn on my computer, naked, wanking. Mom again walked in to my room without knocking.
"Oh, sorry... I've got your clean washing." She said without leaving this time.
"That's fine, just put it on my bed." I said whilst quickly pulling on my bathrobe. Mom put my clothes on my bed and glanced at my computer screen.
"So, you like panties do you?" I had been too busy hiding my cock to hide the web page.
"Uh...well...yeah...no." I didn't know what to say.
"It's Ok. It's normal for a boy your age to masturbate. Maybe you could just hang a sock on your door handle to let me know or something. I'll leave you to it." And she left. Strangely I felt even hornier after she left and wanked hard to some milf panty porn.
I was surprised at first by how cool my mom was about my masturbating habits but the more I thought about it the more sense it made. Mom was a woman after all, and not the first to catch her son wanking, she understood sexuality. I had been hanging a sock on my door handle and she hadn't caught me since. I was still taking her dirty panties from the clothes hamper but I always returned them, often with spunk on, and mom never said anything. Perhaps things got a little too relaxed.
I was in the bathroom having a shower. The bathroom door didn't have a lock on it but that was never a problem because you could always hear the shower running from outside so you knew if someone was in there. Once again mom walked in on me.
I wasn't masturbating but I was naked, obviously, I was in the shower. I turned and covered my penis.
"Sorry sweetie, I'm desperate for a piss. Don't worry, I've seen it all before." I didn't answer. Mom was wearing a white dress. It was loose fitting and long. It hung just above her ankles. Despite my love of her panties I had never looked at my mom as a real woman until I saw her lift her skirt.
From the shower she was side on to me at the toilet and I was looking over my shoulder at her but I could see enough. She reached down to the hem of her dress and ran her hands up exposing her legs all the way. Her smooth slender legs looked longer than they had ever seemed before. She pulled her skirt over her ass and hooked her fingers in her panties. With one movement she pulled her panties down to her knees and sat on the toilet. I didn't see any of her nudity, except the side of her ass, but I had a great look at her panties. They were white cotton panties with pink spots and pink frills around the edge. I tried not to stare too obviously as my mom sat and pissed but I couldn't help myself.
Such cute panties on a woman that I was quickly realizing was hot. Her blonde curls hanging over her shoulders. Her small, pert breasts pushing her dress out. Her long legs and those cute panties. Even the sound of her pissing was sexy. In my perverted efforts to ogle my mom I had turned slightly in the shower and mom noticed me.
"I know young men are horny bastards but don't you ever rest?" She asked looking at my cock which was now visible to her and erect. I tried to hide but it was too late she had seen it.
"I know what's got you excited, I'll just leave these for you." I looked over not sure what she meant, then saw. Still sat on the toilet she pulled her panties down her legs, slipped them off her feet and dropped them on the floor. Then she stood up, flushed the toilet and left. I didn't know what to think but I wasn't going to miss an opportunity.
I jumped out of the shower, grabbed the panties and pushed them to my face. The slight feeling of guilt I normally had wanking with her panties was gone, she had given me this pair. I sniffed the musky, womanly scent and rubbed them over my skin. I wrapped them around my cock, the soft cotton felt electric. I played with the panties and myself until I came. A thick load of spunk in to the crotch of the panties.
My mind was racing with thoughts of mom and her panties. I didn't know if my incestuous thoughts were real or was it simply any woman could get me hot.
A few weeks passed and our attitudes to my masturbation had become very relaxed. I was still taking her panties and coming in them, although she hadn't given me a pair she was wearing again. Mom had even caught me cock in hand a few times, I'd stopped bothering with the sock, but we never really spoke about it.
