Looking at the clock Jonathan realized he had to get changed back into his own clothes before his mother got home. His door was ajar so he could hear her arrival and he knew that could be any minute. He cut it as fine as he could each time but however exciting the prospect of getting caught he knew it would cause all sorts of problems.
Slowly, sensuously, he undid the suspender belt fastenings and began to roll the almost sheer black stockings with the lacy tops down his legs. He loved the feel of them against his skin and, even though he had only just cum, he felt his cock stirring into life once again.
"Fuck, feel's so good, mummy, to wear your panties and stockings, makes me so big and hard."
He removed the second one and then folded them together before placing them at the back of his drawer. The suspender belt and cum stained thong panties soon joined them and he hurriedly used some of his own underwear to hide the evidence. As he did so he heard a sound.
"Jonathan, I'm home, come and help with the groceries."
"Sure, mum, won't be a minute."
Again he had come almost too close. He really would have to be more careful. Pulling on his jeans and the nearest crumpled t-shirt Jonathan went out into the hallway and quickly down the stairs. His mother was just putting the first of the plastic carrier bags down in the hallway as he arrived. He picked one straight back up; using it to cover the hardness he still sported which was never helped by the sight of his sexy mother in her short skirts and tight tops.
"Won't be a minute, I'll just get the rest. If you put them in the kitchen I can finish from there."
He wasn't able to reply, she was already gone, and so he did as he was told glad of the few minutes to calm himself.
~*~
The spaghetti bolognaise on his plate steamed appetizingly and smelled wonderful. Jonathan lifted the first forkful towards his lips just as his mother began to speak.
"I had been outside your bedroom door for ten minutes before I called you, Jonathan."
For a moment he didn't understand what she meant but then, as realization set in, the fork fell to the table and he looked up into her deep brown eyes, unable to read the messages there.
"I ... uh ... I, excuse me."
He stood up, turned and left the small kitchen without another word, his heart beating a mile a minute as he headed towards the stairs and the sanctuary of his own room.
"Jonathan, let me in, sweetheart, we need to talk about this."
"No, go away. Just leave me alone." He could hear the tremor in his voice and was angry with himself for showing a weakness.
"I can't do that, we need to talk."
The door opened slowly and then she walked across to where he was lying. He hadn't moved since he'd flung himself down and tried to ignore her presence next to him.
"You want to tell me why you were wearing my stuff?" There was a warm hand on his shoulder and his mother's voice was soft, calm, not at all the hysterical screech he'd expected. Looking up he saw only love in her eyes and nodded.
"I, uh, I just like the feel of it. It's nice against my skin."
"And that's it?"
He nodded, not about to admit to anything else.
"So, when you said it made you big and hard, you weren't telling the truth?"
"Oh, god." The words were more a moan than anything else and he tried to move away but the hand on his shoulder rested a little heavier and he remained where he was.
"What do you think about when you're wearing my lingerie?" His mother had sat down on the chair he kept next to his bed and he tried not to make eye contact with her.
"Nothin'. I don't want to talk about it."
"Ok, well, I'm not going to forbid you to wear it, or tell you how disgusted or disappointed I am because that won't help. When you are ready to talk about it, I'll listen, until then, well, I guess maybe you should think about keeping your door shut."
His mum got to her feet and moved towards the door, and he realized he didn't want her to go.
"Are you?"
"Am I what?" She stopped, her hand on the doorknob and turned.
"Disgusted and disappointed."
A smiled crossed her face and she shook her head before looking towards the end of the bed.
"Can I?"
"What? Oh, yeah, no problem." Jonathan watched as she sat down pulling her legs up beneath her and then she sighed.
"I'll admit to being a little confused but what you do in the privacy of your own room is up to you. As long as you aren't starting fires or torturing small animals I have to let you experiment, find out who you are, don't I?"
"That's what you think this is? An experiment?"
"I have no idea how long you have been wearing my underwear, or how long it's been turning you on. It's not something every young man does, but then I'm sure you already know that."
"It ... I ... I always loved the feel of your stockings when I was little, I loved to run my hands up and down them."
"Yes, I remember that." Her smile had grown wistful and for a moment the room was silent.
"It sort of grew from there. I found a pair of your stockings you were throwing away, there was a run in one of them and I took them from the bin. I kept them for ages and then you asked me to put some washing in the tumble dryer and I found another pair ..." His voice trailed off and Jonathan felt a blush suffuse his face.
"And?"
His mother wasn't making it easy for him but somehow, talking to her about what he had done was almost as exciting as wearing her things and he felt his cock begin to stir in his own boring, ordinary shorts. He shuffled around on the bed until he was sitting with his knees up against his chest, his arms around them. His burgeoning erection now hidden and he took a deep breath before speaking again.
"And there was a pair of black lacy panties too. I took them as well."
"Were they what you were wearing today?"
He nodded and then watched as she got up from the bed, smoothed down her skirt and began to walk towards the door again.
"Like I said, I'm not going to stop you from doing what you're doing, but I do expect you to keep it to yourself. If you want to talk to anyone about it I suggest it should probably be me."
She turned back, kissed him gently on the forehead and then left the room and Jonathan slumped back down onto the pillow not really believing what had just happened.
~*~
For the next fortnight Jonathan wondered whether his mother's lingerie by itself would ever hold the same allure for him. He put it on, tried to get off in the way he always had, but couldn't. Finally, after two weeks of trying to ignore what else it was he now needed Jonathan pulled the beautiful items on, lay on the bed and closed his eyes. He was still cumming at least once every day but his fantasy had evolved, moved on and with a groan he let his imagination take flight again.
It always started with his mother calling out from the front hallway for him to do an errand. He would hear his voice, husky and breathless, as he tried, unsuccessfully, to cover up his shame but before he can even get to his own clothes she is there, standing in the doorway, looking at him.
"What did I say about keeping your door closed, young man?"
"I'm sorry, mum, I ... I thought you would be longer."
"Really? I didn't think you'd be as long as you are, what is that, eight inches?"
He looks down to see the head of his cock jutting out from the waistband of his mother's black panties and then her hand is on him.
"You fill that little thong so much better than I ever have, baby, but it looks like it need some air."
Her hand slips in from the side and grasps his hot cock. Slowly she pulls it out and runs her fingers up and down the length.
"What a beautiful dick you have. No wonder you want it encased in such sexy lingerie."
"Just your sexy lingerie, mummy, I want to be yours, to be held, caressed, loved by you while I wear these clothes."
He steps closer to his mother, his breathing getting heavier the faster she moves her hand. For one sweet moment their lips touch and then his mother gets onto her knees in front of him and takes his cock into her mouth. Looking up at him she begins to lick at the head before gradually taking its entire length into her mouth. Her fingers play with his balls through the lace, driving him crazy and he pushes her head down until he can feel the heat of her breath in his pelt of pubic fur.
Again and again his mother moves against him, sometimes just sucking the tip and others taking the whole of him in and then humming against the head. He grasps her hair, holding her in place while he fucks her mouth, pushing hard against the back of her throat as she continues to run her fingers across his panties.
"Gonna cum, mummy, if you keep that up, don't stop, mummy, please, gonna cum in your mouth. Ohhhhhh, fuck."
His body jerked as his spunk filled his sexy lingerie. Spurt after spurt was almost instantly soaked up before he collapsed backwards, the blood pounding through his body as he recovered from his most exciting fantasy yet.
~*~
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure, sweetheart, what about?"
"You said if I needed to talk about ... about things, it should be with you." Jonathan saw enlightenment on his mother's face and waited for her reply.
"Ok, shall we move into the lounge?"
He shook his head and tried a smile.
"My room? I need to talk to you there."
Without a word his mother got up and headed for the stairs. He followed along behind, watching as her stocking encased legs moved sensuously in front of him. His cock, hard already at the thought of his mother being back in his room, pressed against the zip of his jeans and he relished the sensations.
"Ok, let's make ourselves comfy shall we?"
