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The panty sniffer

Derrick rolled over and looked at the clock. Just past noon. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept in. It felt good.

He was back in his old room, home from his first year away at college. The academic workload had been crushing and he struggled to maintain a B average. Even school vacations were spent playing catch up. Some party school. In two weeks he had to start his summer intern gig, and was looking forward to a well deserved rest.

Darcy, his older s****r, had picked him up at the airport yesterday, and the f****y spent the afternoon by the pool, catching up. After dinner, he and Darcy crashed in the downstairs f****y room for a Netflix marathon, watching five straight episodes of ‘House of Cards’ before calling it a night.

Finally awake, he splashed some water on his face, put on sweats and went downstairs to rustle up something to eat. On the way down, he paused at the closed doors of his parents master bedroom. A flood of memories washed over him. During his high school days he would sneak into their room and dig a pair of his mom’s panties out of the laundry hamper. A leather recliner sat in an alcove overlooking the backyard, and was the perfect place for him fantasize about his mother while he jacked off, sniffing her dirty panties. Stop it, he thought to himself, get a grip.

Downstairs, he devoured two bowls of Cheerios, and mulled over his plans for the day. He was the only one of his high school buddies who’d made it to college, so those that were still around all had jobs. No chance of hanging out with any of them on a Monday afternoon.

It didn’t take long for boredom to set in. He headed up to take a shower, and paused, for the second time, when he approached his parent’s bedroom. The sudden urge to take a look in their hamper was overwhelming. He opened the double doors and ducked into the closet. The wicker basket was still where he remembered it.

He lifted the lid and there on top was a pair of black satin bikini panties. He hesitated. Did he really want to do this? He had the house to himself, so there was no chance of getting caught. Just seeing the panties was enough get a rise out of his cock. He picked them up and was thrilled to touch the damp, sticky crotch.

He brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar smell of his mother, remembered from long ago. He glanced at the dressing mirror and saw his bulging cock, instantly knowing what he was going to do.

He dropped his sweats and boxers to his ankles, leaned back in the recliner and kicked up the footrest. Curious about the stickiness in the crotch of her panties, he took another long sniff. They had to have been in the hamper since this morning, so they should have dried out by now. What was that?

Darlene pulled into the driveway and hustled into the house. She had spent the morning showing prospective clients two of her finest suburban homes. She was the top realtor at her company, and those sellers that wanted the highest prices listed their homes with her. The couple looked promising, a pair of well-heeled attorneys, flush from selling their place in the city. She took them to lunch at a nice place in town, hoping to show them more properties later that afternoon.

She had declined their kind offer to pay the check, but the dolt wouldn’t take no for an answer. He had reached to take the check from her and managed to knock the remains of a glass of Merlot into her lap, staining her light colored skirt a dark red. After a round of apologies, they agreed to meet her for another showing in two hours.

Pressed for time, she sprinted up the stairs and reached for the door of the master suite. She hesitated, surprised that it was ajar. With Darcy still living at home, they kept their bedroom off limits, away from their k**s’ prying eyes.

She took a moment to catch her breath, listening at the open door. She couldn’t see anything amiss, but could hear the sound of heavy breathing. Derrick was home from college, so she quietly walked down to his room and peeked in his open door. His room was empty. What would he be doing in their bedroom?

Back at the entrance to the master suite, she peeked around the corner just enough to see Derrick stretched out in the recliner. She brought her hand to her mouth, muffling a gasp.

Derrick had a pair of black panties stretched over his face and was stroking his cock. Were those her panties? His eyes were closed, oblivious to her presence. The shock of seeing her son jacking off caused her to hesitate, unsure about confronting him. Moreover, she was stunned by the size of his cock.

He was always a scrawny k**, and that hadn’t changed much during his first year of college. To her, he still had his boyish good looks, slightly freckled with sandy hair. If she hadn’t seen his massive cock with her own eyes, she never would have believed it. She was momentarily frozen, unable to take her eyes off his monster.

He inhaled deeply, drawing in his mother’s intoxicating scent. Yesterday, she was wearing a green bikini at the pool and he did his best to recall those images in his minds eye. Her hair was a deep auburn, more towards red than blond. Her long curls cascaded over her chest as she lay back on the chaise longue. Her face was fair and slightly freckled, like his. Her bangs nearly obscured her eyebrows, framing her gray-green eyes. She had an engaging smile, thin lips and pearly white teeth. She had one leg flat on the chaise with her other leg bent at the knee, flopped open against the arm of the chaise, the crotch of her bikini invitingly visible.

She looked closely at the panties stretched across his face and tried to recall when she had worn them. Was that the pair she had been wearing last night when Daniel fucked her? If so, they had to be coated with a mixture of her husband’s spunk and her own juices.

He tried to connect the scent of her panties to the body in his mind, visualizing his mom’s crotch, spread open for him. It was working. He stuck his tongue out and licked the crotch of her panties, trying to get a taste of her musky juices, imagining he was licking her open gash. He fondled his balls, pretending it was his mother’s fingers tenderly caressing them.

His breath was coming in short bursts, interspersed with soft moaning. He stroked faster, arching his back as his cock erupted, sending a rope of cum high in the air, splatting down on his chest. He lowered his cock, pressing it into his abs, rubbing himself with the flat of his palm as shot after shot of his creamy goo spread out on his stomach.

Darlene was mesmerized by her son’s performance. Her fear of discovery was overcome by the sudden lust she felt for her son. She fought back the urge to rush him, and what, what would she do with that massive cock? She slipped a hand down inside of her skirt, touching the wet spot spreading in her panties.

She came to her senses before he drained his cock, and backed out of the bedroom, undetected. She raced back downstairs, into the den, quietly shutting the door behind her. She sat in the high back leather desk chair and leaned back, kicking off her shoes and hiking up her skirt. She placed her feet on the desk and spread her legs, pressing her fingers into the wet crotch of her panties. Two quick rubs was all it took to get off. The image of her son’s monster cock flashed before her eyes as an orgasm crashed over her rigid body, engulfing her as she shook uncontrollably.

Derrick used his t-shirt to clean up his mess, then tossed the panties back into the hamper and carried his clothes into his room. He grabbed a towel and stepped into the guest bathroom to take a shower.

Darlene heard the shower running and returned to her bedroom. She stripped off her stained clothes and picked out replacements. About to put on the fresh clothes, an inkling of a plan popped into her mind and she stripped off her red panties and tossed them in the hamper, along with the matching bra.

She gazed at herself in the full length mirror, liking what she saw. Despite being well into her forties, her body was still firm, her tits holding up nicely. Her auburn muff was neatly trimmed, framing her glistening pussy lips. She slipped a finger into her gash, surprised by how wet she was. She was briefly tempted to go again, but looked at her watched and realized she was already behind schedule. She brought her wet finger up to her nose and took in her aroma. Was this what Derrick was after? She took a quick taste, and tried to imagine herself slipping the wet finger into her son’s mouth. Enough! Get a grip, she told herself. He’s your fucking son!

She picked a lacy emerald green bra and panty set. She wanted to get out before Derrick noticed that she had come home. Stopping outside the double doors, she hesitated. In a moment of recklessness, she went back and grabbed the red panties from the hamper.

Walking past the guest bath, she made sure that Derrick was still in the shower. She entered his room and placed the damp panties in his underwear drawer, on top of his clean boxers, then got out before she could change her mind. She was out of the house and on her way to meet her clients long before he was out of the shower……….

Updated: October 21, 2016 — 1:28 pm

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