My Mother's Panties
She was supposed to be gone all day!.... Well, let's start a couple weeks earlier. I had just turned 14 and was horny all the time. I *********** 3 times a day sometimes. I was constantly looking for anything to do with sex... teachers, underwear ads, articles in women's mags. I knew more about sex I think than some at my age because I'd read anything I could find about sex. Words jumped out at me from books or magazines like they were flashing in red and buzzing. I'd flip through my moms books, I'd go to book stores and buy the horror books with the most sex in them, id go to the library and read stuff about sex there. I found my parents book "everything you ever wanted to know about sex *but were afraid to ask" book and read it like 100 times.
Then one day I found my mom's underwear drawer. I was systematically going through all their drawers and closets. I was hoping to find some dirty magazines or something. But as soon as I opened it I was fascinated by all the different silky, lacy things. My penis began to swell slightly. All kinds of colors, pastels, pinks and blues and purples, and sexy black things and passionate scarlet reds and girlie flower patterns and thin, soft, light silks and shiny satins, feminine lace, slips and lingerie, girdles, and bras, but most of all, panties.
She grew up in the fifties so there weren't any G-strings or many bikini underwear but it was still panties and underwear. I took some out and rubbed them against my face. So very silky slippery as they slid through my fingers. The feeling of two pieces of the panties sliding against each other as I rubbed it on my cheek, was just incredible, my penis suddenly surged, it almost startled me, my own reaction. They smelled of my mom's perfume, the way she smelled when she got all dressed up and made-up to go out. I was also fascinated by that piece of cotton in the crotch that always has a just barely visible little line of stain. I realized this was as close to a woman's privates I'd ever been. I stroked that line thinking about the pictures of vaginas I'd seen in magazines, the glistening lips and button, that so sexy mound before the pelvis curves down to the top of the lips. I rubbed the line back and forth thinking how close its been to a woman's, rubbing against it all the time. That made my penis throb. When I thought about it I tried not to think of my mom's but about the girls in my class and the hot teachers and the girlfriends I had had until then. (If you could call them that, I mean all we did was kiss and I think I had only French kissed just recently.) but like the pervasive smell of my moms perfume the idea of this being my moms underwear and next to her body was always in the back of my mind.
Then I thought about putting them on. It was crazy just to think about it, but it was so deliciously erotic, to have what was so very close to a woman up against me, my penis ached it was swelling and throbbing so much. I couldn't believe what I was doing as I dropped my own underwear. I was light headed as I pulled them up my legs, watching the crotch get closer and closer to my testicles. As i pulled them up to my hips and the crotch pressed against my testicles and my penis began to bounce sticking out the front, the tip rubbing against that silky softness, the back all tight against my cheeks, i started rubbing against my hips and ***, afraid to even touch near my crotch, i couldn't stop squirming in them feeling them rub against me, rubbing over the hips feeling the lace on the edges, grabbing my butt, pretending i was grabbing a girls butt in panties.
I couldn't stand anymore and I laid down on my moms bed. I felt so dirty and wrong, laying on my moms bed in her panties touching myself. It felt dirty and wrong, and yet, or maybe because of that, so kinky and erotic