Hers weren't the first I masturbated with, so I can't say that I've always been into incest, but for a little over a year, I was jacking off into my mother's panties. My fascination with panties came from the women's clothing magazines I would sneak out of the mail. I remember being amazed at all the different styles, colors and materials. I became obsessed with panties, and instead of buying all the porn I could like most 18 year olds, I started going to the mall outside of town and buying a few pairs of sexy lingerie, then jacking off into them while feeling the soft material against my cock.
Then I realized that I didn't have to buy any at all, that my mother must have some panties that will feel nice and soft on my dick. So I began to sneak around her room, hoping to find a drawer with skimpy thongs like I had seen in the magazines. To my dismay, she had only white basic panties. As I sifted through them my dick started to rise, and I began to think about the fact that everything I was touching had at one time been up close to my mom's pussy. Then an idea came. I thought of something that I never got out of buying new panties from the store. I closed her panty drawer and went over to her dirty clothes hamper. I pulled out a sweater and blouse, and then, lying there on a top, was the panties she had just worn the day before. I grabbed them and brought them to my nose. The smell was still strong and sweet, and before I knew it, I had them in my mouth, trying desperately to suck any juice out of them I could. From that moment on I was hooked.
About two or three times a week, I would fish into the dirty clothes hamper in her room, usually while she was making dinner or out running errands. Then I would wait until I was sure she was asleep, and rub her panties up and down my cock until I shot a full load of cum into them. Then I would leave them in the washing machine to be washed with the next load, leaving no evidence of my incestuous perversion. At least neither of my parents had ever said anything about it.
The problem was that the more I jerked off into her panties, the more I would lust for my mother when she was around me. At first it was easy to hide, with only my heartbeat getting faster and my dick getting harder whenever she walked into the room, which I could hide. But after a while it was becoming unbearable. I would almost never leave the house, not wanting to miss any good glances of her if she was wearing a tight little sun dress or a low cut blouse. She had a very pretty face, innocent cuteness and not much age for a 42 year old. Her hair was dark brown, same as her eyes, with her skin a smooth, creamy white.
She kept in shape, running on the treadmill in her and my dad's office every morning as my dad left for work. This kept her body trim and fit, with a tight round ass that made me drool every time she walked by. Her tits were not big, but shapely and firm, and mouth watering. Around January I began finding more exotic underwear in her hamper. At first it was just one pair of black lace panties. Then a little red thong and matching bra. Soon it seemed all her white plain panties had been replaced with elegant sexy lingerie. I didn't know what had gotten into my mother, but I wasn't complaining. I was just jealous of my father, who was apparently enjoying the benefits of these naughty negligees.
I had graduated from high school in the spring, and as my summer off before beginning community college began, I was looking forward to seeing mom in short shorts and bra-less tank tops. I had been nagging my parents to put a pool in the backyard, but neither my dad or my mom wanted to spend the money. One day before my dad got home I was standing in the kitchen with my mom while she was cooking dinner. I kept trying to think of things to talk about, so that I could have a reason for being in the kitchen with her, other than the fact that I wanted to ogle her as much as I could before my dad came home. She was looking incredible in a tight red tank top that cupped her tits so she didn't need a bra. Even though I was sure it was the breeze coming in from the window in front of her, the sight of her hard nipples trying to poke through it almost made me faint. Her little shorts stopped at the bottom of her ass cheeks, and I could see the ripples in her cheeks as she cut the vegetables she'd be making for dinner. Her long slender tan legs were beckoning to me, but I dared not stare too hard, as she would glance up at me now and again to say something to me. I wondered what panties she was wearing under those shorts, as I had surely come in them many times before. My dick started to get hard at the thought. I had to turn into the counter to hide it.
"C'mon mom......." I pleaded, "You know it would be awesome to have a pool in the backyard. Don't you wish you could go out there and go swimming anytime you wanted?" She gave me a "don't start" look. I continued, "We could have parties and set up a volleyball net." I knew talking about playing her old high school sport would get her thinking. "We would all get lots of sun, you'd look great with a tan."
