When I stepped into the room the first thing that caught my eye were her panties. Bright pink, they were so different and contrasting just laying on the pale carpet.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. After all, why were they there? This is my bedroom and I don't wear panties. Well, I do , but I hadn't worn these. Besides, who knew I wore panties. Then my face flushed with the thought that maybe my mother did know. I always thought I was so very careful. I had been aware of how sexually excited panties made me feel for a long time. I had tried on my mothers panties a couple of times, wearing them for a few minutes and rubbing my rigid penis in an absolutely wonderful, teasing and sensuous way. I did cum in a pair once and cleaned them up, wiping all the semen with a damp washcloth and putting them back in the hamper. But that was a long time ago, maybe a year or so, and since nothing was said I figured no one knew.
I had turned 18 the summer after I graduated from high school and was going to a junior college near home. My classes were such that I was home at different times of the day. My father had died when I was 15 and it was now my mother and I living in the house together. We got along very well, had similar taste in movies and one or two TV shows, though we didn't watch much TV. We did read a lot and often discussed books we would read together. My mother had a career as a manger of an insurance office. She worked four days a week taking alternates Fridays and Mondays off giving her a three day weekend.
My mother was young when I was born and was only 38 now, about 5'7" tall and 135 pounds with a 36 C bra. I had been through all her underwear even when I was very young. Kids are curious, and I especially so since all her clothes were so very different than mine. Yes, I liked her bras too, but didn't masturbate with them or try to wear them. I was just fascinated with her panties. Her size six panties that fit me so very well.
This was Wednesday and I had no classes after one pm so I was home alone. That was nice because it gave me time to engage in my panty play.
My panty play consisted of going to the hamper and finding a pair or two of my mother's soiled panties, taking them to my bedroom and sniffing and masturbating with the panties. I was very careful not to ejaculate in them, though sometimes I just couldn't help spurting in the moist crotch of her panties.
I had gone to a couple of department stores downtown and purchased some panties of my own to wear. I had stolen a pair of my mothers a long while back, but she had noticed and asked if I had seen the missing pair. That made me a lot more careful of using them in my fantasies and certainly I would never purloin another pair. Yes, I had been so very careful. Knowing how well hers had fit me it was easy to know what to buy when I was in the store. That gave me a thrill too, buying panties from the sales woman. I am just sure some of them knew the panties were for me. I liked what many refer to as granny panties. Not strings or thongs, but full briefs or even smaller briefs, but not too skimpy.
I had seen my mother in her bra and panties a number of times throughout my life and thought nothing of it until puberty hit. Then it caught my attention. I think it caught my mothers attention too, because she stopped parading around in just a bra and panties. She now wore a robe and I only caught glimpses of her bra and panties.
So here I am, still standing a the door to my room, like a deer caught in the headlights, transfixed by the panties and wondering what to make of the situation. I had come home anticipating a wonderful jack off scenario with me and mom's panties. But now I was too confused to go ahead.
I had planned to get naked and go to the hamper and pick out some panties to sniff and rub. But now?
I picked up the panties and noticed they were not brand new, but recently worn. Without thinking I brought them to my nose and sniffed. Yes, recently worn and so very sexy, that yellow crust so evident in the cotton crotch panel and a few hairs giving the crotch an even more intimate touch. They felt so silky and feminine, the fragrance so sexually intoxicating and I felt my desire return with the blood rushing to my penis. I
was overcome by desire, my turgid penis becoming even more engorged with each sniff as I fondled the panties.
The sexual stimulation was quickly overcoming any sense of caution or restraint as I quickly tore off my clothes with abandon, letting them lay where they fell as I walked to the bathroom and the hamper. I was going to masturbate in the crotch of her panties and wipe it up after. I was so excited that I almost came before I wrapped her panties around my rigid penis. I spurted with such force that it leaked out the sides and dripped on the bath mat. I half fell and half sat on the toilet , breathing hard and shuddering with the release of so much sexual tension.
I wasn't watching a clock so I don't really know how long I sat there recovering. Maybe five or even ten minutes. As I recovered I became aware of just what mess I had made. Semen all through her panties. Some on the wall and a lot on the bath matt. I quickly wet a wash cloth and cleaned up the panties, then wiped the wall and even the matt.
Satisfied, I went back to my room and got dressed. I was still so sexually stimulated that I decided to wear a pair of my own panties.
I took the pink panties and put them in the hamper as that seemed the natural place for them to be. Somehow I attribute the panties on my floor to be some kind of mistake.
My mother came home, and as we had agreed since I had graduated from high school, I would share more of the tasks around the house. So, on days I was home early, which was most days, I would prepare dinner. Tonight it was a chicken (so many ways to prepare) with rice and peas, a small salad and iced tea. That is so nice on the warming spring evenings, iced tea.
We traded our day's adventures and discussed a recent book we were reading.
