Jeff nervously approached Amy's laundry basket. He'd watched the young girl progress from a gangly girl of 15 to a stunning blonde beauty at 18, all legs, long, lean, muscular, honed hard and rugged from years of starring on her school's sports teams. And she was a bitch, pure and through, treating him badly over the three years he'd been married to her mom.
He'd noticed her panties on the bathroom floor before, casually at first, then toeing them up so he could see the glistening cuntal goo and ass smears on the pretty white cotton crotch. He didn't smell them at first, just touched them with his foot, then in later forays, would smell the air above them until one day he found himself helplessly on the bathroom floor on his knees, madly inhaling the rancid vapors of her teen cunt, musky, pissy, shitty aromas mixed in with the sweet strawberry scent of youthful pussy.
He especially liked the panties she'd discard after coming home from sports practices, the sweaty dankness of them. He'd hold them to his nose and inhale deeply while pulling his cock, then he'd lick them, chew them, suck them nearly clean. Occasionally, when he dared, he'd put one pair on his cock and jack off into them while he rubbed a dirtier pair all over his face.
He felt depraved, perverse, sick, humiliated. And alive.
This day he'd gone to the house to fix a pipe while the two women were away, knowing Amy would be at sports practices all afternoon. He had time as he stole into her bedroom, sniffing the air, fishing for the fishy smell he knew he'd find in the big red laundry basket in the corner. He was not disappointed.
"Mmmm, she hasn't done laundry in a week or so, I'd guess," Jeff sighed, looking out the window to make sure the coast was clear before settling down to his task.
He was into it for 15 minutes by the time Amy came home and snuck up behind him. He had his cock stroking into one particularly grungy pair of panties, had another up to his mouth, sucking the creamy stains out while inhaling the rancid ass smears at the same time. He was almost coming.
"You fucking loser, I knew you were cumming in my panties, you don't think I know what cum smells like?" she growled.
Jeff pivoted wildly, Amy's panty stuck up his nose, his cock about to explode in the other one.
"Please..." he begged, knowing how ridiculous he looked, a 48-year-old man with a face and prick full of soiled and smelly teen girl panty. "You don't understand, I...I..."
"Keep jerking that cock, short stack, jerk it off into my panties...now!!" Amy suddenly growled.
Jeff blinked. He looked at the tall blonde, still in red satiny soccer uniform, long, drooping shorts over her lean, muscular thighs, falling socks down skinny shins, and he couldn't believe his eyes: She was fingering her cunt through her baggy shorts, licking her lips. He jerked his cock.
"Cum for me, baby, make that little pecker squirt a hot creamy load in my dirty, stinky panties!" she hissed. "Smell that pair in your face, smell my nasty teeny cunt stink!!"
Jeff was delirious, watching the object of his masturbatory affection writhe at the end of her own finger while he was sucking on and jacking off into her very dirty underwear. He came and came hard, a thick, pumping gelatinous load of sperm, into the dank confines of her stinky briefs. He came long and hard and felt like he'd never stop. When he did, he was breathless. He looked at Amy and smiled. She smiled back - evilly. She stopped frigging her cunt and walked over to him, a stern look on his face.
"You are SUCH a fucking loser," she spat, backhanding him viciously across the face and turning his head back the other way by whacking his face with a forehand slap. "You look like a damned fool...and that cock? You satisfy my mom with that cock? I don't think so, no wonder she's fucking so many other guys behind your back."
Jeff's head sunk to his chest, he felt humiliated as Amy's panties hung from his face, the cummy pair still in his other hand. He looked up at her, tears in his eyes.
