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Growing up at my parents home, my family had a number of routines you could count on like clockwork. For example, every Saturday morning was cleaning time, and we were all expected to pitch in (except my Dad of course who would golf with friends and avoid the domestic work). Dad traveled a lot for his job and was rarely home, so I always wondered how he got a free pass every weekend, but what could I do? This left myself (Steve, 19), my younger sister Beth (18) and my Mom (43) to do the chores while Dad played. My Mom cleaned the common areas during the week, but on Saturday mornings we were to clean our rooms thoroughly, change our sheets and bring the laundry down for my mother to wash.
The day this story began was like any other Saturday, but ended up changing my life forever. I had just finished cleaning my room when I heard my Mom call out to me "Steven, can you come here sweetie?" I tucked my dirty sheets under my arm and headed off to find her. She was in her room and asked if I could carry the laundry basket downstairs as it was too heavy for her.
"Sure Mom," I said, threw my sheets on top of the heaping pile and headed towards the laundry room. I passed my sister's room on the way and saw she was diligently vacuuming her floor, so I headed onwards.
I had just placed the basket on the laundry table next to the washer and dryer when the pile of sheets tumbled over and fell on the floor. I picked them up, but when I went to place them back I noticed a pair of little yellow panties had been uncovered and was left sitting atop the basket. Being a red-blooded male, I froze and stared at them for a long while. Almost without thinking, I dropped my sheets on top of the washing machine and reached for the yellow treasure before me. My pulse raced as I picked them up and studied their shape and size. As if working on their own, my hands slowly dragged the crotch of the undies to my nose where I took a long whiff.
Instantly blood rushed to my groin and my dick hardened in a flash. I had no idea if they were my Mom's or sister's, but the smell was absolutely intoxicating. I was lost in my own world as I continued to smell the musky scent of the panties and began rubbing my hard cock through the fabric of my shorts. I had no idea how long I stood there; undies pressed to my face in one hand, the other roughly rubbing my cock through my shorts when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I quickly looked over and not more than ten feet away found my mom standing with a look of complete shock on her face. I rapidly pulled the panties from my nose and tried to hide them behind me, yet my cock tented my shorts out obscenely before me. "The laundry's all set Mom," I muttered and turned my back to her in complete embarrassment.
There was absolute silence in the room for a long while, then I heard her say "yes, ummm, I guess it is," as she moved past me towards the laundry basket. When she stood next to me I turned and made a bee line for the door and then my room.
I closed the door to my room, took off my shorts and jerked off on my bed like a madman. I was totally embarrassed, yet more turned on than ever before in my life. For some reason getting caught by my mom in such a compromising position excited me immensely. Now I was not a virgin at the time, and had a fair amount of experience with girls, yet this was completely new territory for me. As I stroked my cock, I thought about my mother sexually for the first time. My Mom was a pretty typical housewife of that day and usually wore skirts and blouses, which were most often flattering to her figure. At 43 she was still quite cute, standing at petite 5'2", with a slightly thin build, and always wore her blonde hair fashionably short. As I stroked I though about her in nothing more than the pair of yellow panties, rubbing them and making them wet with her juices, then me pulling them off to go down on her. I realized I still clutched the undies in my left hand, and moved them under my nose once more. In only a minute or so I blew my load all over my chest and stomach, cumming harder than I ever could recall. I couldn't bare to face my Mom after what she'd witnessed, so I cleaned myself off, took a quick shower, and snuck out of the house as quietly as possible.
I stayed away all day out of embarrassment, then somberly headed home at dinner time. I prayed my Mom had not told my Dad, and based on his casual greeting upon my arrival home I assumed she had kept quiet for now. She greeted me with a weak smile, but blushed and quickly turned back to the stove before anyone could notice. Dinner that night was quiet for my Mom and I, but my Dad and Beth were as talkative as ever. After the meal I excused myself to go to my room and stayed there the rest of the evening. The balance of the week went much the same as I avoided both contact and conversation with my Mom as much as possible, yet I jerked off at least twice a day to erotic thoughts of her, cumming hard each time.
Saturday morning arrived once more and as usual my Dad left early, so the rest of us started our morning ritual of cleaning. I was done with my room and was about to hit the shower when I heard my Mom call me again "Steven, can you help me in here?" I walked to her room feeling impending doom, where I found her standing next to her bed, upon which sat a full laundry basket. "Can you carry this downstairs for me honey, it's too heavy?" she asked looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Sure Mom," I said as I moved forward to pick up the basket, my head hanging as I tried to avoid her gaze. I was shocked when I looked down to see a pair of simple white panties stretched squarely across the top of the pile of otherwise colorful clothes. I stared at them for a long moment in disbelief, yet finally came to my senses and picked up the basket and quickly retreated to the laundry room without a glance at my mother.
I placed the basket on the table, then looked behind me to see if my mother had followed. The room was empty and I could not hear anyone coming, so in spite of myself I reached for the panties with shaking hands. I touched the crotch and was stunned to find them damp and warm, my Mom must have just taken them off! Had she placed them on top intentionally for me to find? I slowly moved them to my nose and inhaled deeply, the fresh feminine scent filled my lungs and overwhelmed my senses. My cock hardened in seconds, throbbing in my pants as I imagined where they must have been only moments before.
My right hand once again found it's way to my groin and I started rubbing my erection through my pants. My mind was racing, why had my Mom done this? Was it intentional? Was she trying to turn me on? Did seeing me last weekend turn her on? I almost came right in my jeans as I sniffed the sexy undies and rubbed myself. Once again I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, yet this time for some reason I didn't stop my rubbing and left the panties pressed to my face. I looked and saw my Mom standing at the door gazing at me intently, her cheeks a bright pink. This silent exchange continued until my lecherous thoughts lifted and I realized just what I was doing, and I dropped the panties and ran past my Mom to my room. Once again, I shut the door and jerked off to thoughts of my pretty mother, cumming in a flash.
After I calmed down a bit, my mind raced over the events of the last few minutes trying to process everything as logically as possible. Putting the panties on top of the pile had to be intentional, and based on their warmth, she must have just taken them off. I didn't hear her come to the room, so she must have sneaked up hoping to catch me once again. Her cheeks were flushed, so maybe she was as turned on as I was. My Dad was never home, so maybe she was not only horny, but horny for me. "Holy shit," I thought to myself, my mother wanted me to smell her soiled panties, and wanted to see me playing with my cock! There could be no other explanation that I could possibly think of. I got another erection and quickly rubbed myself off a second time thinking about the scene that played out only moments before. Like the previous week, I quickly showered and snuck out of the house, my mind racing.
The next week was much the same as the last, with little dialog between my mother and I. We were cordial to one another, but otherwise had little unnecessary interaction. I masturbated that week to strong images of my mother, my mind contemplating all the sexy scenarios that could possibly play out between us. Somehow our previously sterile laundry room became the center of my erotic world. I imagined taking her on top of the laundry table, fucking her bent over the dryer, going down on her as she laid on the cold tile floor, and many other nasty things. I could not get the idea of nailing my Mom out of my head, and wondered if she was having similar thoughts. My Mom always seemed pretty submissive, and I wondered how far I could take things, so I formulated a plan in my head in case the events from the weekend were ever repeated, hoping to test the waters with my lovely mother.
Saturday morning dawned and I awoke eagerly anticipating what the day might bring. It was warm so I dressed in only a pair of athletic shorts with no underwear and started my chores. My Dad stopped in briefly on his way out and chatted for a moment before saying his good-byes and headed off as usual. I cleaned with a nervous energy, wondering if my Mom would ask for assistance once more. I didn't have to wait long before she appeared at my door, looking over my almost naked teenage body as I pretended to pick things up off the floor. When we finally made eye contact, she blushed and asked "Steven, could you please help me with the laundry again?"
"Sure Mom, I'd be happy to," I said with a fake smile and marched past her to my parents room. I found the basket on her bed as usual, yet this time sitting right on top was a pair of skimpy black lace panties, the sexiest I'd ever seen. My pulse raced but I tried to keep my composure, hoping this was another part of the game. I picked up the basket and turned towards the door where I found my mother standing looking embarrassed but excited.
I walked slowly down the hall past my sister's room, where I saw her cleaning away, and down to the laundry room. Like always, I placed the basket on the table, yet this time quickly lifted the panties up to my face without care. Just like the previous week, they were damp and warm, and must have been on my mother only moments before. I pressed them to my face and inhaled the intoxicating aroma. I rubbed the gusset all over my face with my left hand, wanting the smell to stay with me, while my right hand once again went to my groin. I ground my palm into my crotch as I sniffed and waited to see if my Mom was daring enough to make another appearance. I heard the vacuum groan to life in my sister's room above, and wondered if my mom would show her face in the laundry room once more. Sure enough, a minute or so later I saw my Mom appear at the door, staring at me, blushing deeply.
This is what I had been waiting for. I turned my body to face her and lewdly continued to rub my erection not more than ten feet from her, the sexy black thong pressed to my nose. Not a word was spoken as we stared intently at one another. I slowly took the panties from my face and placed my hands on the waistband of my shorts. Gazing into her eyes, I slowly pushed them down until they landed in a lump on the floor between my legs. My mother gasped, and covered her mouth, but said nothing. My left hand once again moved back to my face holding my treasured undies, while my right grasped my rock-hard cock. I began to slowly jerk myself off looking directly at her. Her eyes darted back and forth between my eyes and my prick, her face red and her breathing ragged. I was more excited than I had ever been in my life and felt my orgasm rushing towards me like a freight train. I stroked myself wildly and grunted as my spunk shot from my cock in ropes, one after another, landing on the tile floor in front of me. I closed my eyes for a moment to bask in the sensation, but when I opened them she was gone.
