DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 and none of the events described are real. It is not the intention of the author to condone or encourage incestuous activity, this is a work of erotic fiction and should be seen as such. It contains scenes of an explicit sexual nature including incest so if you find such material offensive please do not read any further.
It was a warm summer day. Dad was at work and mom was playing tennis with her girlfriends which meant they would both be gone for most of the day. I was hanging out around house taking care of a bunch of chores that I had been long neglected. I spent most the morning mowing the lawn and doing yard work.
When I finished, I was hot and sweaty. I thought I would throw my dirty clothes in the washer and then take a shower. While I was in the laundry room, and since I was home alone, I stripped off all my clothes and threw them in the washing machine. It seemed like a waste to run a load of laundry with so few items, so I started going through the clothes hamper to see what else I could add to the wash.
To my surprise, I found several pairs of my mother's soiled panties in the pile of dirty clothes. "Wow!" I thought to myself as I began to feel that little ember of excitement begin to glow. I know it sounds weird, but this wasn't the first time I had gotten excited over my mother's soiled panties. On several occasions I had snuck off to my room to sniff, taste, jack off and even try them on. I quickly pulled on one pair as I brought a fistful of others up to my face to sniff and salivate over.
"Ahem," I heard behind me.
I pivoted around, and there, just a few feet away, was my mother! She stood looking at me with a confused and shocked look on her face.
I froze, still holding a handful of her dirty knickers up to my nose and a huge boner stretching out the front of the cotton panties I was wearing. I knew that this was a sight that would probably be burned into Mom's memory forever.
"Having fun?" Mom asked, blushing and trying not to smirk too much.
I was embarrassed and humiliated. I had nowhere to go and nothing to cover myself with. Lowering my fistful of her dirty underwear, I just stood turning beet red.
"I...I...ah...ahh..." I tried to say something, but nothing came out. I was caught red handed. I didn't know if Mom was going to laugh or cry. I just stood there for what seemed like forever waiting for the other shoe to fall.
"Just relax Honey. Take a breath. Everything is okay." Mom quietly reassured me.
I leaned back and braced myself against the washing machine. I was too ashamed to look her in the eye. Needless to say, the massive boner I had been sporting just moments before was now a withered after thought.
"Not that I have a problem with it, but I wasn't aware of your fascination with my wardrobe items. Has this been going on for long?" Mom asked.
I felt like a six year old who just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, only worse...much worse. "For a while, I guess." I muttered. I still couldn't look at her.
Mom came up to me, resting her hands on my shoulders. "Look Donnie, as far as I'm concerned, if you want, you can play with my panties or wear them all you want. But, I suggest you not let your father find out about this little proclivity of yours, he won't be quite as understanding."
I looked up at her in shock. "Really!?! I mean you don't mind?."
"Of course not. I think you looked pretty cute sporting my undies! I could easily look at you all day in that outfit!" Mom said with a reassuring smile. "Feel free too dig through my drawers and pick out whatever you want any time."
"Well Mom, to be perfectly honest, I'd prefer to go through the dirty clothes hamper...you know..."
"Oh...okay...I think I see..." Mom said. "...I'll tell you what, how about if I slip the panties I've worn all day under your pillow at night instead of into the hamper? That way you can do whatever it is you do with them whenever you want. Will that work?"
"Geez Mom, I never thought you would be so understanding. Sure!" I said in amazement.
"Oh honey, don't think twice about it. When I have 'me time,' you'd be surprised how I like to relax sometimes. But I do have one condition, you have to launder my undies when you're done and put them back in my panty drawer. I don't want to get dressed in the morning to find my undies are all crusty and cum stained." Mom instructed.
"Don't worry mom, I'll take care of it."
After that, Mom and I took every opportunity to spend our together time fulfilling our alter egos. Three or four times a week, when I went to bed at night, I would find one of her soiled panties neatly folded under my pillow. They were usually plain white cotton briefs, but occasionally I'd find lace, satin or silk garments too. I loved to sniff and inhale their heady, musky, aroma while I stroked and massaged my cock. Occasionally, they were so juicy, I was certain Mom had masturbated in them beforehand. The next morning, after cleaning up, I would get dressed, wearing the panties I fondled the night before.
I would wear her panties all day long. When at home, mom's panties were the only thing I would have on. Dad was never home, so there was little to no chance of his ever catching me. He was a dyed in the wool workaholic. If he wasn't at the office he would usually be on a business trip somewhere.
I wasn't the only one who was living out their inner fantasies. When we spent the day together, Mom too enjoyed wearing sexy revealing outfits and negligees. They were often very sheer and revealing. Mom was very adept at knowing just how to display her still youthful, buxom, hour glass figure in a sensual and yet classy way. We were constantly sneaking peeks at one another, but we never actually touched or had any sexual contact. Teasing each other to distraction just seemed to be part of our little game.
One afternoon Mom came home after a day of shopping and ushered me into her bedroom. She sat me down on her bed as she showed me her new purchases.
"Look at what I found on sale!" She gushed. She was so excited as she held up several pairs of her newly acquired panties and sets of lingerie.
"Mom! These red silk panties are crotchless!" I exclaimed.
"I KNOW!!! Aren't they just terribly naughty!?! I can't wait for us to try them on!"
"I'm starting to feel like the daughter you never had." I joked.
"Ha ha." Mom answered. "Go ahead. Put them on! Let me see!"
