Well, I wish I could say it was the first time my mother caught me masturbating. But, it wasn't.
And, it's not like I was always walking around the house, pulling my crank out and flashing it around, either. I wasn't trying to get caught, but, she had this uncanny ability to want to barge into my bedroom, or need to talk to me when I was in the shower, and as a result, she periodically caught me with my hand around my crank, pumping it toward orgasm. On top of that, I don't know how many times I'd be lying in bed, enjoying a nice early morning wank, and she'd open the door on me.
Each time it happened, she'd always apologize in her knowing, motherly sort of way. She'd make a hasty exit, leaving me alone to finish what I was doing. I fully expected her to pull me aside, and in her kind and thoughtful way, lecture me about what I was doing, or about being more discreet, but she never once brought it up or mentioned it in any way. It was almost as if she simply paid it no mind at all.
Of course, like any teenager, I learned a valuable lesson each time she caught me. For instance, I learned to lock my bedroom door when I was jacking off. I learned to lock the bathroom door, too, and, I found better hiding places for my nasty magazines. I started paying attention to the kitchen calendar to know what her working hours were, when she was going to be out, and when she might be home.
However, when she caught me this time, she didn't walk away. And, when it happened, my feeble, nineteen year old brain had no idea of the profound effect it would have on my life.
I didn't even realize she was home yet! I thought I had the house to myself for at least several more hours, and as such, I felt confident it was safe to raid her clothes hamper for her worn panties, a practice which I recently started when I discovered, quite by accident, the feel and smell of her soft, feminine underwear.
I was actually looking for toilet paper the day I discovered the wonder of her panties that very first time. I'd found the toilet paper roll empty in my own bathroom, and walked back into Mom's bathroom to get a new roll from under her bathroom sink.
As I walked in, I saw a pair of her panties lying open on the bathroom floor. They were black, silky panties, and, they had a very shiny and obvious stain on the crotch panel.
"Jeez, did Mom pee her pants?" I asked myself as I stepped over the silky garment and bent down to reach under her counter searching for toilet paper. But, as I bent down, curiosity caused me to reach out and pick her panties up from the floor. Wow, they felt heavy. Damn, the crotch was wet, and I do mean very wet.
I got an immediate sexual rush holding my mother's panties in my hands. I examined them fully with the knowledge they'd been against her private female parts. Sure, I'd seen her panties tons of times before. I'd seen them folded up neatly in a stack on her bed after they'd been washed, or, mixed in with the rest of the laundry on the floor next to the washer. But, in all those times, they were just her 'clothes', and they didn't hold any special significance to me what so ever.
But, I'd never had an opportunity to see her panties like this! But now, holding them in my hands and staring at the exact spot that touched her pussy..... my own mother's pussy, I couldn't stop myself from shamelessly moving them under my nose and smelling the crotch panel. Almost instantly, I experienced something so stirring and so immense, it could only be described as "life altering".
I will tell you this: The moment I held her panties to my nose and smelled her smell the very first time, I immediately knew this was something very special – something that excited me like nothing else ever had...... the smell of her vagina. I mean, this was the actual smell of a real female's vagina – and even though I knew it was horribly wrong to want to push my face into her panties, I couldn't resist my desire to do just that. It was like my brain completely disengaged and my hormones took over, and within a few seconds of the time when the crotch of her panties made contact with my nose, I couldn't put them down.
I couldn't believe I'd been using magazines and the internet to conjure up the excitement to pull my pud when I could have been using her panties! I could have kicked myself. All this time, the best sex aid I could ever imagine was right here in my own house, and I could have it anytime I wanted it. I knew Mom did laundry about once a week, and that meant I'd have virtually non-stop access to her panties.
Ironically, up until that time, I'd never thought about my mother as a sexual person. I couldn't remember seeing her naked. For that matter, I couldn't even remember seeing her in her bra and panties. I mean, she was my own mother, for heaven's sake! I just figured she didn't have any interest in men since her divorce from my useless father. She seemed too busy with her job, the house and me. It never even occurred to me that underneath her clothes was a female, with a female body. What a fool I was.
But, her panties had this smell.... this aroma that was unbelievably addictive. I couldn't get enough of it, and I'd get a massively hard boner holding her panties in my hands and opening them up to see the spot that touched her pussy. My hands shook each time I opened the lid to her hamper to look for a new pair. The excitement I'd get as I pulled them out was so high, my young cock would throb with the expectation of the upcoming orgasm.
Sometimes, when I was lucky, I'd get to the hamper and find her panties soon enough to find them a little moist, or maybe find a pair that had a sticky wet spot. And although I was initially hesitant to actually put the crotch of her underwear in my mouth, that hesitancy soon passed, and I spent many wonderful masturbation sessions sucking and licking her panties clean of her slippery juices. Say whatever you want about it, but, the raw female taste and smell...... directly from her vagina, had the ability to solicit a sexual and physical reaction from me, and I soon admitted to myself that my mother's panties was all I needed to ensure a quick and very satisfying happy ending.
There was no turning back, either. Once I discovered the feel and smell of her panties, that's all I really wanted. Yeah, I suppose she had a good body, and she was cute for someone 'that old', but, quite honestly, it was her panties that fueled my erections and my frequent jerk-offs. Each day, I'd fish through the hamper for the best three or four pairs of panties I could find, and proceed to have the time of my life licking, sniffing, sucking and stroking myself until it was time for her to get home from work. Sometimes, I'd even keep her panties in my bedroom so I could enjoy them again that night after I went to bed, and then again the next morning. After I got up, I'd casually put them back in the hamper, and I swear, she never knew.
So, the day everything changed – the day she finally caught me brazenly masturbating with her panties - was a nice summer day, a week or so after I'd finished my first year at the local community college. I'd gotten up early to get the trash out on the curb for pick up. I was just coming back into the house as she was leaving for work. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, mumbled she was late, and then she was gone.
I fixed myself some cereal, and, kept my promise to pick up the patio and the back yard. It took longer than I expected - about two hours, and it was starting to get hot. So, being happy with what I did, and knowing she'd be at work until late this afternoon, I decided it was time to reward myself and check out Mom's clothes hamper for new panties.
What I found was unbelievable, and even though I'd come across several pairs of especially choice panties in the past, these were undeniably the very best, ever. They were incredibly wet, and the crotch panel was saturated with her slimy, sticky and fresh juices. She must have worn them to bed last night and played with herself this morning before she got up. But, honestly, the details of how they got this wet didn't matter to me at all. What mattered was they were almost sopping wet with her secretions and they were super fresh. And...... they were in my hands.
Realizing these panties were clearly something extraordinary, I decided to go all out this time and do something I did from time to time. And that is, I found another pair of her panties in the hamper – a pair I could wrap around my cock while I masturbated. The feeling of the soft and slinky fabric as it glided up and down my cock, combined with the aroma of her panties, would take me to a level of sexual excitement I could barely stand. I'd have a mind blowing orgasm feeling her silkies going up and down my cock, and, enjoying the crotch of her panties plastered against my nose.
