Panties, Pantyhose and Mom

Rabbitman55©

I'm an 18 year old guy who loves women's lingerie. I don't like to dress up in them, but it turns me on to see a woman in stockings, bras, negligees...and especially panties and/or pantyhose. Who knows why? I'm sure a shrink could explain to me, but I'm not hurting anyone. I don't peek at women, don't force any to indulge my fetish. I like what I like. I'm not apologizing for it.

I'm Gary, and I'm a senior in high school, starting college in a few months. I'll be staying home for school because it's not only very inexpensive, but it also has a killer chemical engineering program, 5 years for a full Masters degree. It's a steal.

I live alone with my mom, Janice. Dad left when I was 6, said he didn't want to be married or raise a kid, so he took off, and good riddance. We've never heard from him since and we don't care where he is. My mom is a tax lawyer, which was part of the problem because during tax season, she had to work long hours, and as dad said "he didn't get married to be left with a brat to raise." He told her either quit or goodbye. So, goodbye.

Mom, thankfully makes a good living, but we're not rich. She could have afforded to send me to a major university, but I figured I could still get a great education and save her a significant part of her savings. Before I get into my story, some details about us.

I'm dedicated to mom, but not a momma's boy. I date, sometimes get lucky with a girl, sometimes not so much. I'm 5'11", brown hair, hair on my chest, nice body from playing soccer and swimming when I can, and a healthy 7 inch and thick cock. I won't be in porn movies (like I would!) but I've got nothing to be ashamed of. Not shaved, no tats, no piercings.

Now mom. She's 5'5", brunette hair that's cut short and cute. She's 40, nice curves but not fat, with nice legs, 38C breasts and 38 inch hips. Her face is lovely, nice fair skin. Most men think she's sexy and I know she could be dating a lot more than she does.

We're very open with each other. She let me know from puberty that I could always, no matter what, come to her if I had a problem, got in trouble, questions about anything (including sex), and if she couldn't answer, she'd find out the answer or find someone who could help. She taught me the facts of life when I was 11 and taught me the importance of respecting women and respecting myself.

We share a nice condo together and share the chores as well. I've even learned how to cook some things. Like most boys, I'd thought I'd never want to cook ("women's work") until mom told me once that someday I'd be living on my own, possibly on a tight budget, and it's a lot cheaper to eat well if you cook it than it is to order from restaurants every night. It stuck with me, and over the years I've picked up some things here and there, like roasting a chicken or a pot roast, grilling steaks and fish etc. I'm getting pretty good at it. And it helps mom when she has to work late or from home at night, which is pretty much every night from January through April.

Anyway, the condo is nice but not huge, and there have been times over the years I've seen mom getting ready to go to work or to go out, seeing her partially dressed in her bra, panties and pantyhose. Mom or not, she's a very attractive woman and teenage boys can get a boner when the wind blows. Seeing her like that, with her almost flat tummy and very womanly curves filling out her underwear, with some makeup on her pretty face, would inevitably get to me. If she left before I did, I'd furiously beat off to relieve the pressure in my balls before heading out to school or whatever I was doing.

I got to the point where, when I had a girlfriend or a date that ended in sex, I'd sometimes ask the girl to show me her panties, let me fuck her in them, maybe rub my swollen dick on her pantyhose for a bit. The reactions were varied, from being very interested in playing along down to "what are you, some kind of pervert?" Those reactions made for bad nights, coming home with blue balls and the fear the girl might tell everyone in school.

One such night, I came home really aching in my groin. I could barely walk upright when I came in the door. Mom was sitting on the couch, enjoying a rare quiet evening, just vegging out watching a movie. She hadn't expected me to come home so early, knowing I was on a date. She also noticed I wasn't walking quite right.

"Gary? What's wrong? Why are you home so early? And why are you walking funny?"

Being open about things with your mother is one thing; telling her your date ended in a little humiliation and blue balls is another.

"I'm ok, mom, we just didn't have a good time together, so I came home early, ok?"

"Really? You've been out with Linda a few times; I thought you two were hitting it off."

"Well, we didn't tonight. If you don't mind, I'm just going to my room. Goodnight mom. Love you."

"Wait a minute there. Freeze." She could have such a commanding voice when she needed. "That doesn't explain to me why you're walking bent over like that. Did she...hit you, there, in your testicles?"

"No mom! Nothing like that! I swear! Can I just go to my room, please?"

She was quiet for a moment, eyeing me closely, and said "Fine. Go ahead, and just look after your "problem". She was definitely no dummy, and she probably suspected what my "problem" was though not the cause.

Half an hour later, my "problem" dealt with, I was stretched out on my bed, proofreading a history paper I was working on on my laptop, when there was a soft knock on my door. "Gary, can I come in for a minute?"

"Sure mom, come on in."

She opened the door slowly, peeking around the door, as if to make sure the coast was clear, that she wasn't interrupting "something". She then walked in smoothly. "May I sit down, honey?"

"Sure mom, what's on your mind?"

She sat at my desk, facing me, and said "Gary, honey, I'm pretty sure I know why you were walking funny when you came home. I'm not exactly unfamiliar with men and their biological functions" she said with a wry expression.

I turned maybe three shades of red. "Mom, do we really have to go there?"

"I just want to make sure that you're not hurt. I've always told you that you can talk to me about anything. However unusual or however embarrassing, I promise you I've heard or read about or experienced it all before. It's not like your generation invented sex, Gary."

I was still blushing, but objectively, I knew she was right. I just had to decide whether I really wanted to talk about this with her. I thought, she's always been straight with me before, never judgmental about these kind of things. Fuck it.

"Ok, mom. You know I'm not a virgin, right?"

"I assumed as much. We've talked about sex. You do use protection, don't you? You're too young for fatherhood!"

I cringed a little. "Yes mom, always. I promise! But anyway, tonight didn't go so well. I mean, it started out great, we were at her house, her parents weren't home, one thing led to another..." I paused.

"All right. So? What's the problem?"

I appreciated that she wasn't pushing me, letting me go at my own pace with this. "Well, we were going along, and...her dress came off and she was wearing this bra and panty set and black pantyhose..." I was finding this difficult. "Mom, you have to understand. I...I have a thing for..." I couldn't get it out.

"You have a thing for women's underthings? Panties? Hose?"

I mumbled "Yeah...I like those things."

Mom smiled, a kind and understanding smile. "Honey, you think I didn't know about that? You think I never noticed the stains in my worn panties over the last couple of years?"

I was tongue tied. She'd never said anything, so I always thought she never noticed that I sometimes used her dirty panties to jerk off with. I always told myself it wasn't about her, it was just about her sexy garments, and the scent of a woman's pussy and body. I would have a raging orgasm when I would smell and then stroke my cock with her panties. Sometimes I used her drying pantyhose to caress my dick, but I never came in them. The feel of the nylon though...was just so sexy.

"God mom! Now I am embarrassed!"

"How could you think I wouldn't noticed? For a really smart young man, you're being awfully clueless." She laughed lightly, but not at me, but with a sense of how-could-my-son-be-so-obtuse. Sher reached over and tenderly put her hand on my forearm, as she'd done many times before. "It's nothing new to me, honey. I grew up with two brothers, remember. They used to do the same thing with their older sisters underwear. I've also been in a few sexual relationships myself, you know."

"Mom! I know, but hell, I don't want to know!"

"Ok, we'll skip that for now. So, tell me what happened with Linda."

"I'm sure you can pretty much guess, mom. We were getting into things, and in the heat of the moment I asked her to keep her pantyhose on and let me...rub...against her like that for a little while. I told her it would excite her too." I didn't use quite those words with Linda, but I cleaned it up a bit for mom.

"And she...didn't...take it well, right?"

"To say the least. She got pissed and asked me if I was some sort of pervert, a panty sniffer. I said it's harmless, just a little fetish, and she'd end up having a great time with it, but she wouldn't even listen. So I put my pants on, and I left. Extremely frustrated, if you know what I mean."

Mom, with a bit of a pissed off look of her own, said "Blue balls. I'm familiar with that term, Gary."

"Yeah, ok. So now you know, and you know my fetish too." I was wishing the floor would just open and swallow me up.

"Gary, honey, you have nothing to be ashamed about. Many people have all sorts of fetishes. It doesn't make you a pervert and it can even be a fun part of sex with an understanding partner. You just didn't have one tonight."

I looked at her with more love than ever. She was just so understanding, and I was so incredibly grateful for making it so easy on me.

She said "May I ask you something, honey? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I would appreciate it if you did."

"Sure, mom, I'll answer if I can."

"Did your fetish for panties etc. start by seeing me in mine, in my pantyhose around here? Did I set this off in you?"

"Honestly? I guess it may have played some role in it. I mean, I did see you dressed like that sometimes when I was going through puberty. I used to get...um, excited...sometimes seeing you like that. I'd try to tell myself it had nothing to do with you, that it was just seeing a beautiful woman half dressed. At that age, it doesn't take much for a guy to..."

"I get it, Gary. And I'm sorry for doing that to you. I guess I just was so comfortable around you, ever since you were old enough to walk, and your dad was no help around here. I would have to deal with you while I was getting ready for this or that, often without being fully dressed...I guess I just got used to being like that with you, not thinking that you were growing up, and looking at me differently. Looking at me like a man would."

I stared at mom, took her in. She was wearing her silk green robe that just came to the top of her knees, her legs crossed, left over right. She had her fuzzy green slipper dangling from her foot. I could feel myself getting hard again; thankfully, I was lying on my stomach so she couldn't see. But she could see my face. And I could see hers. Her eyes were getting a little glassy.

"Mom, there's no one to blame. You had to raise me alone, while holding down a very demanding job. You did what you had to to make it work. I wouldn't change anything about you. You're the best and I love you."

Her eyes were now filling with tears. "You know, honey, I've always been so proud of you. You're such a fine young man, and I love you too." Did I hear her say "man" with a strong emphasis? Like someone you want? Was she getting aroused too?

She shifted in my chair, moving her legs so I now had a small glimpse of her inner thighs, and I could see just a small hint of hot pink. Oh god, I could see her panties, something I'd seen many times before, including when she wore them. But I'd never seen this pair on her, and never had seen her like this with such a sexually charged atmosphere between us.

Mom said, softly, so I could barely hear her "Honey, are you horny right now? Are you hard under there?"

"Mom I...yes, mom, I'm very hard right now. I feel like I could burst through my shorts. Are...are you...are you wet, mom?

"Yes baby, I am. In fact, I am soaked." Her voice was husky with desire. I don't know what to do now. Be my man, Gary, and tell me what you want. I'll do anything right now, baby. Anything."

I really didn't know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to tear off her robe, put her on my bed and rub my face all over her panties and smell the wonderful essence coming from my mother's pussy.

"Anything, mom? Are you really sure?"

"Yes I am, baby. But hurry, before I change my mind."

I got off my bed, and stood right in front of her, so my crotch was right in front of her face. My 7 inch dick was right there, just covered by my tented gym shorts. Mom leaned forward and pushed her face against my raging cock. I could have cum right then, but I wanted so much more. I reached down and ran my fingers through her short hair, pulling her tighter to me.

"Oh baby, I can feel how hot you are. You're so hard for mommy, aren't you?"

Neither of us had referred to her as "mommy" for many years now, but it felt so dirty, so right to use that term. "Mommy, I am. My dick is aching for my mommy."

Wordlessly, mom pulled down my shorts while I peeled off my shirt. She ran one hand over my hairy chest while the other took my hot member in her slender fingers. It felt amazing and I could barely keep my feet under me.

"MMMM my baby has such a beautiful cock for mommy." She just took a long, wet lick, right from the base all the way to the tip, where she let her tongue swirl all over the head, concentrating on my smooth glans. I was groaning, trying so hard to not disappoint her and cum way too soon.

"Mommy, you'd better stop, or I'm going to cum!"

"Cum for mommy, baby. A virile young man like you can get hard again, especially with the right help. So go ahead and give me your sweet seed."

She was jerking me hard and her tongue was flicking the head of my dick. I grabbed her head and pushed my cock into mommy's wet mouth and with a loud grunt I was cumming, filling her mouth with my hot thick load. I'd cum just an hour before, but I was shooting like it had been a month. Mom was ready, and she swallowed rapidly, not letting a drop out of her mouth. I was incredibly impressed.

When I was finally done, mom slid her mouth off my dick and I just fell back on my bed. It hadn't lasted long, but that was an intense orgasm, leaving me speechless.

Mom was licking her lips, saying "Mmmm you're delicious, baby. Your cock and your cum. That was a mouthful and a half!" she teased. "And you don't have to do anything in return, honey. Just taking care of you was very pleasing for me."

"Are you kidding, mom? No way am I not going to take care of you. You raised me better than that."

Mom was obviously pleased to hear that. "I was hoping you'd say that, baby. Mommy's pussy is so wet. Want to see?"

She leaned back in the chair and spread her legs wide. The pink panties she was wearing had a nice dark patch right at her pussy. And I could smell her scent filling the room. I love that smell, it's so arousing. I got up off the bed and got in front of her again. But this time would be about her, not me.

I gently helped her stand, and leaning down, kissed her lips in a way I'd never kissed her before, as a lover, not as a son. Her lips parted and my tongue entered her mouth and danced with hers. I could taste the remains of my cum in her mouth, and instead of being repelled, it just made me more excited. My arms were around her and I could feel those full, wonderful breasts pressing into my chest. She was moaning into my mouth and her arms held me tight. I kissed her neck and shoulder and whispered in her ear "does mommy want me to taste her pussy? Is that what you want, your teenage man to devour you?"

She was crying with want. "Oh god, yes, baby, I want that so bad."

"Soon" I whispered. "I'll get there, I promise."

Her robe fell to the floor, and I saw she was wearing a satin cream colored nightie that came to just below her hips. She was so sexy, her normally creamy skin glowing pink with lust. I kissed to her chest, then pulled down her nightie and got my first look at her magnificent breasts. Nice and full, with some sag (she was 40 after all) but not drooping, with darker pink areolas and thick hard nipples, I just had to have them in my mouth.

I lay mom on the bed, now clad in just her panties, and I was fondling and kissing those big orbs. She had her eyes closed and was panting with lust. I kissed them all over and then under, using my tongue, tasting the salty coating on her skin. Moms body was shivering and then I started sucking on her nipples, the left one first, then the right, kissing back to the left and back yet again. Twirling my tongue all around those points, then sucking them into my mouth and scraping them with my teeth had mom going wild.

"Baby, please take care of my pussy! Don't tease mommy, I'm so fucking horny!"

Hearing my mom curse like that, something I almost never heard her do, told me it was time. I kissed down her soft tummy and soon found myself on the floor on my knees, my head between her dangling legs. That wet spot had grown significantly and I wanted to taste it. I kept her panties on and blew warm air right on her covered snatch.

Mom moaned "Oh baby you're such a tease! Eat me, you bad, bad boy!"

I pressed my face against her pussy and started lapping at her crotch. Her panties were now getting drenched, both from her juices and from my saliva. Her pussy tasted slightly musky, and mostly like sweet cream. I could try to live on it. My hands were pushing her thighs wider apart and I could see she was pinching her nipples with her manicured fingers.

"Am I doing a good job, mommy? Does it feel good?"

"Yes baby, I love your mouth and your tongue! But please, move my panties out of the way. I need to feel your tongue on my clit!"

I did as asked, and tugged the crotch of her panties to the left, and thrust my tongue into her sopping cunt. She was hairy there, not shaved, just a little trimmed. She looked like a woman, not a girl, and it turned me on big time. My cock was swelling again as I went down on my mom.

My tongue was fucking her as my fingers tapped her clit, making her hips lift off the bed and grinding into my face. Her cream was gushing out of her, getting all over my face and my hand and my bed. I wiggled my tongue in her hot hole, I pressed my nose on her clit, and she came crying out all sorts of nasty words. I slowly eased off as she grabbed my hair and pushed me away.

"God, baby, I haven't felt like that in years. Someone taught you very well!"

I grinned "I'll never tell."

She smiled back "No, I suppose not. And that's a good thing. Never brag about your conquests. Most women hate when men do that. Now, come her next to mommy."

I did as asked, and then we were kissing and caressing each other. Mom reached down and felt my renewed hard cock. "See? I told you you'd recover quickly!"

I was pressing my hips forward, rubbing my cock against her panties, grinding gently into her. Mom was still hot herself, ready for more. She kissed me hard, pushing her breasts into my chest. I could feel those hard nipples sliding through the hairs on my chest.

"Baby you're so sexy, I'm glad you don't shave your chest hair. It feels so nice, and it's tickling my nipples." Then kissing my neck and throat. She's so sensuous.

Our bodies were wrapped together, rolling all around on my bed, and we were both burning for each other. I reached down between us and again tugged her panties to the side. I used my fingers to spread her lips apart, she gripped my dick and we slipped into each other. I rolled on top of her, she raised her legs as high as she could, and I was buried deep inside my mom's sticky pussy. I could feel her panties on my tummy and when I was fully inside her my balls were resting on her covered ass, so I could feel her panties that way as well. It was the most incredibly feeling.

"Oh fuck, baby, that's so good. Fuck mommy's cunt! Fuck it hard! Treat me like a woman!"

"Yes mommy, I want you too, so bad. Feel my dick deep inside you. Your pussy is so fucking wet!"

I did as she wanted and started to move harder, my hips slapping against hers, my balls hitting her panties. We were both grunting and grinding into each other. I'd go up and down hard a few strokes, then I'd start rotating my hips in a circular motion, switching things up. Mom would use her pussy muscles to grab my cock, then relax and ease up. It was a fantastic sensation. Mom was the best fuck I'd ever had in my young life.

Then she said "Turn me over and fuck mommy from behind! Take me, baby! Be my man!"

I rolled her onto her knees, her head against the mattress, and her ass presented to me. This time she pulled her panties aside, and I could look down as I buried my dick into her doggy style. The sight of her pink panties covering her ass while my prick slid in and out was my dream come true. I grabbed her hips tight and pounded my cock into her wet mommy cunt fast and hard.

"Yeah, fuck mommy, be her motherfucker! Treat me like a slut-mommy! Grab my hair, spank my ass, do anything you want!"

I couldn't imagine that his was my mother! My feminist, in control mother wanted to be treated like a slut in bed! I grabbed her short hair with my fingers and pulled her head backwards, not too hard, but pulled just the same.

Her tits were bouncing with every thrust. My cock was twitching inside my mom's soaked pussy, churning her juices. We were both soaked, not just from her cream. I was close.

"Mommy, I'm almost there. Gonna cum soon!"

"Just hold out, just a little bit longer...almost there!"

"I tried desperately to think of something, anything else. I remembered she wanted to be spanked. Maybe that would get her there.

I slapped mom's wonderful round ass, just hard enough to sting. She yelped and asked for another. I spanked her again and that was it, she was cumming, squeezing my cock, milking it with her tight cunt and then I was cumming too. I exploded inside my moms sweet pussy, emptying my balls for the third time that night, but it felt like a flood of cum coming out of me. I fell on top of her back, her perspiration and mind mingling. We both were spent, trying to catch our breath, and I was kissing the back of her neck. This was two amazing fantasies come true, a great panty fuck and a wonderful fuck with my mother.

Finally I rolled off her and took her into my arms, spooning her from behind. Her soft ass was pressed against my soft dick in my lap. I just held her close, her arms over mine.

"I love you, mom. So much."

"I love you too, baby. Call me mommy, though. Please."

We fell asleep just like that in my bed.

Saturday. Mom wasn't there, and I briefly wondered if last night was a great dream. I had my typical morning wood, which I knew would go away after emptying my bladder. My dick definitely felt well used, and the room still smelled of sex. It was no dream.

After relieving myself, washing and brushing my teeth, I made my way to the kitchen, where mom was sitting, making her shopping list. She looked up, smiled shyly and said "Good morning, sleepy head. Did you sleep well?"

"Really well, thanks. How about you?"

"Better than I have in a long time. If you want to, I guess we should talk about last night. I'm not going to tell you we have to, but I think it would be a good idea, honey."

I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. She'd obviously been up for a while and had some time to think about this, while I'd been up 20 minutes. "We can talk. Let me just get a cup of coffee first, ok?"

I made a Keurig cup of French Roast, my favorite, with just a little sugar. Mom drank French Vanilla, light with Splenda. We all have our favorites, don't we?

I sat next to mom. She was still wearing her robe from last night, that lovely green silk that came to her knees. As I said, she's got a nice figure, a little sagging in her breasts, a little bit of a tummy, but hey, she's a mom and she's 40. Nature has its ways with people, especially very busy women. But I didn't mention her legs. They're nicely toned and long for her height. I could look at those legs all day on another woman, especially encased in some stockings or pantyhose. Her legs were staring at me now.

"Gary, honey, are you upset in any way about what happened last night? Between us, I mean. I know you're pissed off at Linda. I'm not talking about that. We crossed a huge line last night, and that's my fault. Mothers and sons aren't supposed to do that."

"Mom, I'm not upset at all. I had a great time with you. I have no regrets." I reached over and took her hand in mine.

Mom didn't recoil from my touch, as I thought she might do. In fact, she entwined her fingers with mine. A bittersweet smile came to her face. I'd never seen that expression on her face before. It was a big change from her usual take-charge attitude I was accustomed to.

"I'm not sure how I feel" she said, her eyes on our hands. "I had a good time; I haven't felt so...sexy...in a long time. I liked that, a lot. But as I said, it's not something I should have done with you. I'm supposed to be your protector, not you seducer. We talked about your fantasies about women in lingerie, but do you often think of me when you...take care of yourself?"

She was now eyeing me closely. What I said next could have huge ramifications for us both. "Mom, to be honest...you want me to be honest, right?" She nodded yes. "I've had fantasies of you for a few years now. I felt guilty about it, until I looked it up online, and found a lot of teenage guys go through it, though what I read said it's a phase that usually wears off. I've waited for it to go away. Maybe it's because you're so beautiful, mom..." I lost what I was saying, and I could feel my face turning bright red.

She looked at me with the sweetest smile I've ever seen from her, and she's not a woman who's afraid to show her feelings, especially regarding me. "I'm not beautiful, Gary. I was once, but now I'm getting fat."

That got me upset. "Mom, no way! You're gorgeous! You've got such a lovely face, so kind and sweet, you're body is sexy as hell, and those legs...I love your legs!"

"Gary, stop. I've seen better days."

I couldn't believe my self assured, hard driving mom who took on the IRS on behalf of her clients and won much more than she lost, had self doubts!

"Cut it out, mom. I know I have friends who fantasize about you. I get angry when they say it, but not for the reasons they think, which is because you're my mom. It's because I want you for myself."

I said it; it was out there now. Mom looked at me and said "Are you telling me the truth, not just trying to build me up?" I told her it was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but. She laughed a little at that. "I thought, when you used my panties, that it was more about the things than about me. But it's not, is it?"

"No mom, it's not. It's both. I'd want you just as much without any of your lingerie, but those things do add some...oompf, I guess..."

Next move was mom's. She said "You said you liked pantyhose as well, but I've never seen any evidence that you've used those, just my panties." I loved the way she said panties.

"It's easy to use your underwear..."

"Panties. Call them what they are, Gary. Mommies panties and pantyhose."

I was getting hard in my shorts. Very hard. "It's easy to use your panties because they just go in the wash and they get clean. Also, you have mostly cotton or satin panties, and they're smooth, easy to use...you know...when I..."

"Jerk off, Gary. You jerk off and cum in my panties."

My cock was throbbing now. "Yeah, mom. But pantyhose are similar to lacier panties, they're kind of rougher, and besides, you hand wash those, so it would be so obvious. I didn't realize you knew about your panties."

Mom was getting that look again. She made a decision, I could tell. She took my hand and said simply "Come with me."

I let her lead me to her bedroom and she had me sit on the foot of her bed. She went into her bathroom and came back with 3 or 4 pairs of her dirty panties. "Tell me, Gary, do you like to smell my panties too? Tell the truth, I won't be mad."

"Yes mom, I do."

"Mommy, call me mommy in here."

I gulped. "Mommy."

"Tell me which pair here do you like best. How about these?" She held up a pair of satin low briefs in yellow with green flowers patern and little green flowers on the elastic top. I nodded yes.

"Tell, me, baby. Tell mommy."

"I like those mommy, I've jerked off in those before."

"And what about these?" She held up a simple white cotton bikini. Simple but lovely.

"Yes mommy, I've used those too to jerk off."

"How about these?" She held up my favorite, black briefs with a sheer front and satin back. I'd used those a number of times.

"Oh yes mommy. I like those best of all!"

Mom stepped to me, right in front of me, gave me the yellow ones. "Smell these, baby. Let me see you smell mommy's panties."

I held them in my hands, trembling both from nervousness and the sheer excitement of the situation. I turned her panties inside out and placed the crotch in front of me. I could see a small stain there, the sign of her excretions. I put them against my nose and inhaled. God, she smelled so good! The more I inhaled, the more my cock was twitching in my shorts. There was no way mom didn't notice my cock was full hard in my lap.

Mom looked at me closely, her face showing a very hungry look. She knelt on the carpet, right in front of me.

"Stand up a moment, honey." I stood and she pulled my shorts and then my boxers down to my ankles. Then she pushed me so I was sitting again. "Keep smelling my panties, baby."

I kept them against my face, and then I felt mom's fingers wrap around my thick dick, with her panties in her hand. I looked down and saw they were my favorites, the black ones. I let out a long groan as mom moved her hand steadily up and down my shaft, gripping the head tightly when she got to the top. She was looking from my face to my cock, back and forth. She was fucking my cock with her panty covered hand.

I was trembling all over. I'd never had a girl give me a handjob in this manner before. Always it had been barehanded. With her panties, it was just another layer of incredible pleasure I was experiencing.

She was stroking me faster now, and she said "Don't cum yet, baby. I want to make sure you explode when you do. Her hand was grabbing me tighter, moving faster, and then she just stopped. I groaned in terrible frustration. "Please, mommy, stroke my cock with your panties. Please."

She blew her warm breath on the glans, causing my cock to throb. "Oh fuck, mommy. I want to cum so bad!"

"Soon, baby. Soon." She shoved her other had down her panties, a white and red polka dot satin pair and I could tell she was fingering her cunt. I could smell it in the air. Soon she had me in her hand again, stroking slowly again, building me up, precum leaking from my hot cock, and then stopping again. Now my frustration was incredible. Mommy was finger fucking herself faster. and again grabbed my dick. I was sure she was trying to get us to cum at the same time, or as close as she could make it. She was pumping my cock as fast as she could move her arm, and she was grunting both from the effort and from her own impending orgasm. "Gary, baby, cum on. Shoot that hot load into my panties. Fill them with your sticky cum, cum with me now!" She was crying out her own cum, her body shaking and that put me over the top and I was cumming again as if it had been months, not mere hours. It was a sticky, gooey mess I created and I fell back so my legs were dangling over the edge of her bed. I thought I would pass out from the pleasure.

Finally I sat back up and looked at mom, who still had her hand down her panties. After a few minutes, she stood up and slid the white and red pair she was wearing down her lovely long legs and handed them to me.

"Keep these for now, baby. Use them when you want, and give them to me in a couple of days." She then leaned over and kissed me lovingly. She then asked me "Do you want to go food shopping with me today?" I could tell she desperately wanted me to say yes, even though I hadn't going with her to the supermarket in a couple of years.

"Sure mom, I'd be glad to."

She smiled, a mysterious smile. "Go get cleaned up. One hour. I love you, honey."

"I love you too, mom."

"Mommy"

"Mommy"

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I showered and dressed, checked my email. Linda wrote me, apologetically. She wanted to talk, but I told her I was busy. Could we talk tomorrow? She must have been online, because she wrote right back and told me that would be fine, she'd call at 2.

I met mom in the kitchen and was taken by surprise. She usually goes to the market in a pair of jeans and sneakers, a sweater or blouse, something very comfortable. But today she was wearing something she'd normally wear to work. A red blouse, well cut, snug to her bust, a tight black skirt that ended just below where her pussy would be, and hugged her ample hips, either pantyhose or thigh high black lace stockings, and black pumps, with a three and a half inch stiletto heels. And she had full makeup on, understated and perfect. A little eye shadow and liner, light rouge and cherry red lipstick with gloss. Oh, and her glasses, big round tortoise shell frames that drew attention to her fantastic green eyes. She was magnificent. I felt like I was dressed like a slob, which, comparatively, I was, wearing a sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers. They were clean and in good shape, but still...

"Mom, what are you all dressed up for? You look incredible, but we're just going food shopping, right?"

"Right. Don't worry, you're fine. I just felt like showing off today." For whom, I wondered. That skirt must have been in her closet since...I don't know when. I know I've never seen it.

"Well mom. you're definitely showing off in that outfit. Especially that skirt. Don't bend over in public."

"You think so? Hmmmmm."

She was sooo playing with me.

We went to the store and at first everything was fine, The various men were all ogling her, everyone having their favorite, whether tits, ass, legs, face, even shoes. More than a couple of women were checking her out as well. Mom seemed oblivious to the chaos she was creating around her, but I suspected she knew exactly what she was doing. Mom was a cock (and pussy) tease!

We wandered up and down the aisles. Mom seemed to have a lot of things on that list that you find on the lowest shelves. I offered a few times to reach down and get those items, but she insisted she could reach them easily, and wouldn't let me help. Of course, each time she needed one of those items, she would either bend way over, pushing her tightly covered ass into the air with her nylon covered legs standing almost straight up and down perched on her sexy heels, or she would kind of squat down bent at her knees, her back straight and her tits sticking out. She was driving most of the people in the store crazy, me included. When she stood up the skirt rose up her hips, exposing her cushioned ass. Definitely, she was wearing pantyhose. It took all my will to keep my 7 inch snake asleep.

All through the store, I was trying to figure out what mom's game was. She was the ultimate MILF; she could make a grown man beg. I had a feeling I'd be eating out of her hand when we got home, but I was hoping to be eating something else. She was outwardly oblivious to the disruptions she was causing. I knew some of the men shopping with their wives were going to be either in for an earful of grief, or in for an afternoon of fantasy fulfillment.

Eventually, we got out of there. Mom had me drive her car home, unusual, She almost never wanted me driving her Beemer. She was sitting in the passenger seat, in that unbelievable outfit, and her short skirt was hiked up just shy of her crotch. I kept peeking over at her, and she was lazily scraping her long red nails over her hose covered thighs. Up, down, circles, her fingers were moving slow and easy, as if she was unaware of what she was doing to herself, and to me.

I couldn't prevent my hardon any longer. My jeans felt like they were at least a size too small in the crotch. I kept squirming around while I was driving, trying to find a comfortable position. We weren't even listening to the radio; it was dead silent in the car.

"Gary, honey, are you all right? You're squirming around like you're covered in itching powder."

I was startled by her voice, and jumped a little. I glanced at her and saw this slightly wicked little smile on her gorgeous face. The makeup, the glasses...I wanted her with all my body and soul.

"Are you kidding me, mom? The way you're dressed, your makeup, even your glasses...you have to know what you're doing to me, what you were doing to every man in the store. Some of the women, too."

"Really. What was I doing, exactly?" Her voice was dripping with lust. She turned in her seat, bent her left knee and her skirt was so high I could see right up to the crotch of her hose. I had to pull over to both look and talk to her.

"God mom. Every man in that store had to have an erection in their pants. Even the gay men." I kept peeking down, the deep black of her hose hiding her hot treat. I wasn't sure if she was wearing panties or not. "How much of a charge did that get you, mom?"

"Honestly? I'm fucking dripping now. Can't you smell it, baby? Can't you smell how hot mommy's pussy is? I loved having all those men practically slobbering over me. And some of the women too." So, mom liked women as well as men. That just added to my aching dick. Her fingers were all over her inner thighs now.

"Tell you what baby. Get us home now. We'll unpack the things for the fridge and the freezer, and then we'll see about getting us both some relief. Can you do that?"

"Yes mom."

"Mommy" she said with a disappointing frown.

"Mommy" I corrected myself.

I drove home as quickly as I could without getting a ticket (though I'm sure mom could have flirted her way out of any ticket). Got the groceries in and the freezer and refrigerated foods packed away in record time. Then I was facing mom...mommy. I felt like an electric current was flowing through me, and she was visibly trembling. I didn't know if we were going to stay in the kitchen or go to the bedroom or another room. She was my mommy, and she was in charge. I'd do anything she wanted then.

She lifted one leg, her right, clad in her pantyhose and the sexy heel and put her foot on a kitchen chair. Her hands were on her hips and she was staring me in the eyes through those sexy glasses. "Kneel down in front of me, Gary. Show mommy how much you love me, how much you worship me. Do it now!"

I automatically dropped down to my knees. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do, but I had a pretty good idea, Her eyes were locked on me, and her face told me what to do. I leaned over and kissed the tip of her shoe on the floor. I heard her sigh, softly. Then I started to kiss upwards, covering her shoe, even the heel. I slowly, tortuously, worked my lips up her leg, so gorgeous in her lacey hose. I could feel her shaking slightly as I covered her left leg in adoring kisses. My dick was crying for air in my suffocating jeans.

"Such a good boy. So obedient for mommy. Keep going til I tell you to stop."

I was at her thighs now, maneuvering so I could kiss the back as well as the front and sides, my face inches from her incredible ass, then kissing her inner thigh, close, so close to her aromatic pussy. Almost there...

"Stop. Wait."

She shifted legs, now her right on the floor and the left foot on the chair. "Start again."

I was exasperated with frustration, but I couldn't deny mommy. Again, I kissed from the tip of her shoe and kissed my way around and up her silky leg. I'd never had this kind of fantasy, this subjugation to any woman, let alone mom, but I was compelled to obey her. I had to do as she wanted, and I was loving it.

I kept kissing her legs, my own lust increasing the closer I got to her pussy. She was shaking like a leaf, her body defying her commanding soul. Again, just as I got close to her pussy..."Stop. Look at me."

I stopped and sat up as well as my throbbing cock would let me. I looked up at mommy's face and she slowly, teasingly, licked all around her lips. I could have shot my wad then, but I kept control, surprising myself. Mommy then lay on the kitchen table, her legs dangling over the edge from her knees. Her legs were wide apart and she was leaning up on her elbows.

"Unbutton mommy's blouse, Gary."

My fingers fumbled with the buttons on her tight red blouse, gradually exposing the red lace bra underneath. Her breasts were spilling over the top, so creamy.

"It opens in the front. Open it now."

Simple commands. I opened it at the clasp between her soft mounds and her breasts spilled out. So full, that slight sag with those big hard nipples. I was in love with her breasts.

"Do you like mommy's big tits? Tell me, baby. You know how to say it."

I whispered "I love mommy's big tits."

"Louder. I could barely hear you."

Louder, with more conviction, "I love mommy's big, beautiful tits! They're perfect!"

"Kiss mommy, baby, then kiss my tits."

I didn't hesitate a second, my mouth was on mommy's and we were kissing, desperate kisses of deep lust, my arms enveloping her body to mine and pressing those full pillows to my chest. "I love a nice hairy chest on a man, feeling those hairs against my nipples. It feels sooo sexy. Mommy's young man is so sexy. Now, kiss my tits."

I went down, kissing her throat, along her shoulders, mommy was panting, running her fingers through my hair, encouraging me. I covered her wonderful, soft globes with my kisses, my tongue tasting her flesh. Then I was all over her left nipple, swirling my tongue, licking hungrily. Then I went to the right, giving it the same treatment. Mommy was entwining her fingers in my hair, tugging gently but firmly.

"Bite my nipples, baby. Not too hard."

My teeth nipped at her nipples, back and forth, one to the other. Her legs were squirming, rubbing her thighs together, the nylon making a swishing sound as they rubbed and her back arched, thrusting out her superb breasts. Fuck I was so desperate, and still, she hadn't told me to take off my pants. I had to obey and do what she wanted, and only when she wanted.

"You want to taste mommy's pussy, don't you? You want to free your cock from your jeans too?" I nodded; I couldn't seem to speak. "You can open your pants, but don't take them down, don't let your cock out of your underwear. Then get your head between my thighs."

Opening my pants helped, but it was still constraining. It did take the worst of the pressure off at least. Then I moved and crouched down so my head was right between her thighs. I awaited instructions.

"Can you smell my pussy, baby? Can you smell me through the crotch of my pantyhose? Can you tell if I'm wearing panties or not?"

"Yes, mommy, I can smell you very well, and it smells so good. I could smell you all day long. I'm not sure if you're wearing panties though."

"Would you like to find out?"

"God yes, mommy. I want to see if you're wearing panties."

"Tear the crotch, baby. Don't tear them off, though. Be careful."

I pushed my fingers into the crotch of her hose and pulled firmly. The thicker nylon there gave way, and I eased off, being careful not to tear too much. Now I could see a patch of silky black material. Her panties were snug against her pussy. She was moaning, and so was I."

"Touch them, baby. See how wet they are."

I used my fingers, and felt her. She was soaking wet, and there was a fantastic heat radiating from her depths. I felt drunk, dizzy.

"Mommy, your panties are saturated. And you're so hot. My fingers are so warm."

"Mommy's hot for her man, her slut son. Taste me, through my panties. Lick them for me."

I pressed my face in flush, her nylon covered thighs rubbing my cheeks. I took in more of her wonderful scent, and them thrust my tongue forward and, slowly at first, started lapping at those honey filled panties. She was whimpering with lust and desire and her hips and ass were grinding all over the table. She was back up on her elbows so she could watch me, her eyes behind the glasses glazed over.

'Fuck, that feels so good, baby. I love feeling your hot breath against my pussy. Pull my panties to the side, so I can really feel it. Blow on my pussy, then eat me."

I did as ordered. I pulled the crotch to the left side, and blew warm breath on her dripping lips. Her pussy was covered in wonderful sticky honey and I went back to licking her. I would taste for a while, probing her folds with my tongue, then would blow on her for a few seconds, then back to eating her creamy delight. Her body was jerking, twisting around, and she was making these incredibly sexy sounds. She reached with her right hand and pulled my hair hard.

"Tongue fuck me now, baby! Make me cum all over your face! Make mommy cum!"

I thrust my tongue in and out quickly, I rubbed her clit with my nose, and she was crying out as she came like gangbusters, her thighs closing around my face. I felt like I was drowning, and I loved every second of it.

Eventually she pushed me away, unable to talk, the table damp under her ass. Mom then used her hand to motion me to come to her. When my face was by hers, she whispered "That was so good baby, You're so good to mommy." She kissed my lips. "I love the taste of hot pussy. I bet you didn't know that about me." I didn't but nothing about my mom would surprise me at this point. "My first sexual experience was with another woman, in fact, when I was in high school. Boys were next, but girls were first. Let me taste some more."

We kissed long and hard and she was licking my lips and cheeks to get more of her own cream. Speaking of long and hard...

"My poor baby. You must be ready to burst. Do you need some relief from mommy, baby?"

"Yes mommy. I think my balls are blue again!"

"Stand up, lets see." I stood up straight. I was uncomfortable, but I could stand without hunching over. "They're not 'blue', but they are full. Let's see what I can do about that."

Mom reached over and helped me finally get my pants and boxers off. I took off my sweatshirt and she stroked her fingers through my chest hairs. plucking at a few, then lightly scratching my nipples. My cock twitched with every touch, my lips letting out short gasps.

"Get between mommy's legs again, baby. That's it, right between my thighs, nice and close. Now, put your cock, that lovely thick cock, on top of my pussy, under the pantyhose."

The underside of my cock was atop her soft hairs, my balls dangling right on her cunt lips and her torn pantyhose covered the top of my cock. This felt so incredibly kinky. My cock was as hard as it had ever been.

Mom wrapped her legs around my ass, such an erotic feeling. "Now, move your cock, baby."

I started moving my hips slowly, my dick rubbing back and forth over her crotch through her soft wet pussy hairs. My balls were slapping at her pussy. I held her hips tightly and I could feel her silky legs around my hips and her heels caressing my ass cheeks.

"Grab my tits, baby. Grab them hard" she panted.

"Yes mommy." I reached down and filled my hands with those big tits as I simulated fucking her. It was sexy as hell, but I couldn't quite get off like this. "Mommy, I need something more. I need to feel your nylons on my glans."

She smiled understandingly, my sexy, caring mother. "Let me turn over, baby."

I pulled away and mommy got off the table. Then she bent over, her legs apart and her ass sticking up in the air. She was presenting herself to me.

"Now rub that beautiful cock of yours all over my ass, my thighs, wherever you want. Take your time, use mommy for your pleasure." She looked back at me, a loving, sweet smile on her face, her skirt bunched around her waist, almost all her lower body still covered in nylon.

I got right behind her and rubbed my cock all over her drenched pussy lips. We both were moaning from that, so I stuck my cock into her steaming cunt. I thrust deep, all the way and felt her clamp down on my dick. She squeezed me with such intense pressure, and I slid in and out until my cock was sopping wet. Then I pulled out, eliciting a moan of protest from mommy and started rubbing my cock all over her nylon covered ass. This felt like nothing I'd felt before. Usually when a girl let me rub on her pantyhose, it was a dry rubbing; it felt good but it wasn't a smooth motion. This however, was sleek, my cock just gliding over her round ass and thighs. When it got dry, I stuck my cock back in her for a few strokes until I was nice and wet again, then pulled out and, again, rubbed on her ass and thighs.

After a few times, mommy was going crazy. After all, I was fucking her for a few strokes, then denying her relief. Honestly, not only did it feel great but it also was a little bit revenge for teasing me all afternoon. We were both on the edge now, but I really would have felt bad if I came without satisfying mom again.

I plunged back in and started thinking about mathematics equations, baseball statistics, anything to keep from cumming while I fucked mommy with all I had, gripping her ass cheeks with my hands. I knew I needed to cum soon, statistics be damned. I leaned over and reached around mommy's hip and thrust my hand between her thighs, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing circles around it. Mom was grunting loudly, so much so I thought the neighbors would call the police. I pinched her clit gently and she came, clamping down on my cock with her pussy. I could even see her anus clenching and releasing. I was ready now and I pulled out, rubbing my cock against her pantyhose covered ass and shot two thick streams of cum all the way up her back, followed by a couple of weaker strands that streaked on her ass, the milky white of my cum contrasting with the black mesh of her hosiery. I squeezed out a few more drops and leaned over again, kissing moms back and shoulders.

We were both panting and my perspiration was dripping onto her back, mixing with her own. Eventually I rose up and then mom rose as well. She turned to face me, her face glowing from her two shattering orgasms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I placed my hands on her hips. There was a fine sheen of sweat dripping down her deep cleavage. She moved closer to me and we kissed, a soft and sexy kiss like I'd share with a girlfriend. I couldn't believe this sensuous, wicked woman was the same staid lawyerly type I grown up with.

"Mom...mommy...that was the most incredible...YOU'RE the most incredible partner I've ever had. Not that I've had that many. You know what I mean, right?"

She smiled, a loving smile that transmitted the enormous affection she felt for me. "Gary, I understand. It was pretty amazing for me as well, in case you didn't notice. And you don't have to call me 'mommy' when we're being ourselves. Mom is fine, as always."

"But what if I want to?" A naughty smile on my face.