My mom is not what you would consider hot. She is in her late 50's, works in an elementary school and sings in the church choir. In short, she is your average mom and getting up there in age.
She is not thin and has been getting thicker and thicker as she nears the flabby arm stage. Her boobs have always been large and are sagging more and more. If you were to see her in public, you wouldn't even look twice, but for me, she has always been my fantasy.
When I was a teenager, I would look forward to any time she might be getting dressed or undressed. She has always worn high waisted panties that were very silky with bras and half slips to match. Any time I saw her dressed like this, I would have to go to my room and relieve myself. In fact, I was infatuated with her lingerie. I had a stash of her panties in my room and would wear them while I masturbated. If she knew, she never let on.
I'm 30 now and living quite well on my own. I had fantasized less and less about my mom as I grew older since I didn't see her as much, but that changed when I visited my parents for Christmas.
They had moved into a smaller house and I was staying in the guest room for a week. In the back of my mind, I wondered if I might get the chance to go through my mom's drawers.
On the second night there, I was horny as ever. I was up watching TV and my parents had gone to bed. I was ready to go to the guest room and have a good wank when I thought about the laundry room. Maybe there was a load or two in there and maybe there would be some panties. I turned off the TV and crept over to their door to see if I could hear any voices. Silence.
I walked over to the laundry room and looked around. Sure enough, there was a pile of clothes in a basket. I walked to it and found two pairs of her nylon panties. One pink and one blue. I was ecstatic. I inspected my find and was eager to go to my room and try them on. My back was to the door when I heard someone behind me.
"I saw the light on, honey, what are you looking for?" my mom said.
Shame, shock and fear replaced the horniness I had been feeling. I dropped the panties on the pile and turned around. My mom was in a loose fitting, but very silky nightgown. Her breasts swung freely and I looked up at her.
"Oh, nothing." I said.
"Well, you must be looking for something. Tell me what it is and I can help you look." She said as she entered the laundry room. I was cornered. Caught between her and her panties lying on top of the pile of laundry.
I stood my ground and said, "Oh, well, I'm just looking for a towel."
"We have plenty of towels in the guest bathroom for you."
"Oh, okay. Thanks." I said as I started toward the door.
She said, "Good night honey." I stopped and looked at her. The light from the laundry room was illuminating her nightgown as she stood there. I could see the outline of her body and my cock was reacting. She reached out to hug me and I held her close. As we let go of our embrace, I let my hands fall as low as I could down her back and upper butt. I would give anything to rub my cock along her crack, I thought.
"Good night," I said and walked away thinking I had escaped.
She turned back into the laundry room to turn out the light. In doing so, she was looking straight at the pile of clothes with her panties on top. She let out a loud sigh, but didn't say anything. I kept on walking to try to maintain my innocence.
I had just taken off my shirt when, she walked in the room holding the pair of pink panties I had just been admiring. "Is this what you were looking for?" she asked.
I sat on the bed stunned. "Yes." I said sheepishly. I knew I had to admit to it sooner or later.
She sat down next to me and sighed. We were both quiet for a moment. "What do you like about them?"
I paused, not really sure how much to say, and started, "I like the way the feel. I find them arousing and sometimes I will wear them." She took it in. She had a psychology degree that she hadn't done anything with professionally, but I now felt like her research project.
"What do you think about when you wear them?" She was looking at me as she sat next to me on the bed. I could see her nightgown through the opening in her robe and enjoyed the sight of the silkiness covering her boobs, but this was a tough question.
She spoke again, "do you think about how you look in them or how they feel."
"I think about how they feel against my skin. I imagine rubbing against someone wearing them and caressing them with their silky panties."
"Who are you imagining?" she quizzed.
I paused, looked down and said, "I think about you, mom."
She inhaled sharply not expecting that answer. We were both silent for awhile.
"Is it just panties that you enjoy wearing?" She seemed to have moved on to different topic.
"No, I enjoy your – I mean I enjoy bras, slips and nightgowns too. Basically anything sheer and silky."
"I see." She looked down at the floor, thinking.
"Okay," she continued, "I'm pretty open minded and can accept your passion for my underwear, but I'm not happy about your sneakiness. I want you to get over your shame and embarrassment and dishonesty." She handed me the pink panties she had been holding. "Here, wear these tonight and we will talk some more in the morning. I want you to wear panties from now on, and no more sneaking around."
"Thanks mom," was all I could get out in my shock.
She got up, kissed me on the cheek and left the room.
The next morning I slept in. I had trouble sleeping in her panties as I kept getting aroused. Especially when I thought about our conversation and how she wanted me to wear her panties. I felt a little liberated, but also not too sure how I was going to face my father and the rest of my family. I knew my father would be off at work by now.
I took a long shower and when I left the bathroom to go back to the guest room, my mom called out for me to come to her room.
I walked in and she was in her walk-in closet out of sight. On the bed were 4 or 5 pairs of panties, a handful of bras, slips and other lingerie. I stood in bewilderment.
"Your father's at work for the day and I thought we would find some things that fit you better."
She emerged from the closet dressed only in a black silky bra, black half slip and I assumed panties underneath. My cock got hard at the sight of her. She looked stunning even though her body was not firm, breasts were sagging and a little plump. She was covered in the silky fabric I loved.
"Think of this as an early Christmas present. For both of us."
"Wow, Mom, you look fabulous." She came over to where I was and took my hands in hers holding them low.
"Thanks dear. I thought a lot about what you said last night and I was shocked, flattered, appalled and delirious with the attention. I guess I need some fun, too." She dropped my hands and wrapped her arms around me for a hug. Her hands went to my ass and mine hers. My cock fought against the towel fabric to rub against her stomach and crotch. I caressed her large ass covered in two layers of silkiness.
"Now, let's find some panties that fit you." She held up a pair of black ones that had lace at the legs and waist. I dropped my towel, springing my cock free and held the panties against my crotch. My mom admired my cock as I rubbed her panties on it. I slid them up my legs and pulled them high. They were large, but I loved the feeling anyway. My mom reached out and caressed my cock, "oh, I think we are both going to enjoy this very much."
After trying on all the panties, we decided on a pair of pink bikini panties that she said she couldn't wear anymore. They fit me perfectly. I gave her a hug again and said, "Mom, you don't know how happy you are making me." I said as I rubbed her ass some more. I then reached up and pulled her face to me for a deep kiss. She kissed me back and opened her mouth. I rubbed my panty-covered cock against her nylon slip.
She broke the kissed and then whispered in my ear, "Honey, you are making me very happy too. I haven't felt this sexy in decades and I'm happy to do this with you. Now you need a nice bra or something on top to caress your nipples."
She had me try on each of the bras and camisoles that she had out on the bed. She decided that I should wear a light green camisole that had some room, but felt great. By now, my cock was dripping pre-cum and had been throbbing for a half hour. She turned around to pick up a half slip from the bed and I couldn't help myself from grabbing her by the hips and grinding my cock in between her ass cheeks. I slid up and down as our lingerie rubbed together. She rubbed back and finally stopped me.
"Frank, you need to complete your outfit. Here put this on." She handed me a half slip in the same light green as the camisole.
She took me by the hand and pulled me to the mirror. Standing behind me she looked at me as I looked at how I was dressed. I couldn't pass for a girl, but the lingerie and my mother's face in the mirror sure had me going. She reached around and rubbed my cock through the material with one hand while the other rubbed my nipples.
Her lips kissed my earlobes and she whispered, "Is this what you wanted?"
"Mmm-hmmm." I moaned.
I spun around and kissed my mom full on the lips. I led her backwards to the bed and lay on top of her. We rubbed our bodies against each other as our foreplay reached its height. My urge to suck was over powering and I unsnapped her bra to free her mammoth boobs. I dry humped her silky crotch while I sucked her nipples. Her hands were all over my back, rubbing the nylon and working there way down to my ass. She had a new passionate energy I had never seen before.
"Fuck me Frank." She said. "Fuck your mother."
I worked my way down from her boobs and lifted her slip up. She had matching black panties on that covered her from the navel down. I ran my hands all over her stomach and ass and ended on her pussy. I pulled her panties to one side and kissed her pussy. Her body quivered as I kissed her and licked her juices.
She pulled her slip down over my head to lock me against her. "Lick me Frank. Kiss your mother's pussy. Kiss me until I come." I didn't need to be told twice. My ass was in the air rubbing against the panties and slip as my mouth devoured her sex. She moaned loudly as I lapped. "Oh, Frank. Oh, oh, oh. That's goooood." She shuddered and pulled her slip harder as she came on my face.
She released her grip and I worked my way up to her face to kiss her. She licked me all over tasting her juices. "Oh, Frank, that was fantastic. I haven't had an orgasm in years. Your father and I, well, we don't do this sort of thing anymore." She kissed me some more and reached down to rub my cock. I was so ready I thought I might come just thinking about it.
She looked at me and said, "What a sexy outfit. I really want you to show your mother how much you like it." She reached down and pulled up my slip to expose my panties. "It really turns me on to reach into your panties." She said as she pulled out my cock. She inserted my cock into her pussy and pulled my ass to her. "Fuck your mother Frank." She whispered. I went to town as her hands caressed my ass through the panties.
I let my load go deep inside her pussy and collapsed on top of her.
She licked my ears and said, "Now you have to play along with my fantasy."
I didn't know what she was talking about. I couldn't even imagine what my mom might fantasize about and after the last twelve hours, it could be anything. "What's your fantasy?" I asked.
"I want to go on a date. With you. And then I want to come home and fuck your brains out."
I'll let you know how that turns out.