1 comments/ 20368 views/ 14 favorites Mother Helps By: vinceh23 I have had a panty fetish since I was about 18 or so. My first foray into panties was finding a pair of my mothers in the hamper when I was throwing my clothes in. There, right on top, were a pair of pink panties. To this day pink panties are my favorites and pink is one of my favorite colors. This is not the first time I had seen my mothers panties, but this is the first time they got me interested enough to pick them up. Or interested enough to look at them and notice how different they were from my Jockey's. First they were soft and feminine. And they smelled different, sort of musky (though I didn't know musky at the time) and I began to get an erection. I was very familiar with those and had even masturbated a couple of times. This particular day, my nineteenth birthday, I was in bathroom picking panties out of the dirty laundry hamper. I held the panties to my nose and felt the softness against my face and smelled that smell. My penis got even bigger and harder. How would they fit, I asked my self as I stepped into them. I pulled them up and my now hard cock made a tent in front of the panties. They were too big for me, but that didn't matter. The crotch of the panties were still damp from my mother and when that damp spot hit my testicles I felt another surge of lust and my penis became even more sensitive to the soft feeling as the head moved inside the panties. I put my hand on my throbbing cock and rubbed slowly up and down on the outside of the panties. It felt so very good. I was so engrossed in how good it felt I continued to a leg bending, lung expanding, head swimming cum spurting orgasm. I had the best, by far, orgasm I have ever felt. Just them my mother knocked on the door and told me to hurry up, dinner was ready and I had to get moving. Hurriedly I put the panties back in the hamper, put on my clean clothes and went out to dinner. The next day I looked again to see if there were any more panties, but the hamper was empty and the washing machine was going. Oh well, I'll just wait a day or so and there will be more. A couple of days later there were two pair when I looked. I again put them on and masturbated. This went on for about a week. When I got home from school a few days later my mother was sitting on the sofa reading a book. I noticed the title, "Fetish and Adolescent Boys." I turned to go to my room and my mother asked me to come back and talk as soon as I put things away. What was that book about I wondered. I had no idea what a fetish was, but I knew I was an adolescent boy. Since my father was no where around the task of raising me was all up to my mother. She had been doing a great job so far, so reading a book on what to do must help a lot. When I returned to the room my mother put the book down and asked me how my day was. We talked for a while and then my mother asked me if I knew what she was reading. I answered no, but if she needed to read about adolescent boys I guessed it was about me. "Do you know what a fetish is", she asked? I told her I had no idea and asked, "what is it?" "Well, it is a sexual attachment to, usually, an object of clothing worn by another person, most frequently of the opposite sex." I blushed. A lot. I now knew that my mother knew I had been masturbating in her panties. I felt so hot I was afraid I would burn up right there, and wished I would, I was so embarrassed. "You seem to have a fetish for my panties. I have found a number of them with your sperm in them when I do the wash. Do you like to masturbate in your mothers panties?" I didn't know what to do, or say, and she asked me again. "Do you like to masturbate in my panties? Oh, I know you do. It isn't hard to tell when they are all sticky with sperm or dry and stiff. Tell me what you like about them. We can talk. We have talked about everything since you were five years old. I told you about erections, and wet dreams. I know you are at that age that your hormones are raging through your body, so just talk to me." I squirmed, and fidgeted, hemmed and hawed, gurgled and sputtered. "Honey, I understand. I am not mad or upset, I just want to know. And if there is any way I can help you." Help me I thought? Help me? Yes, you can help me disappear from the planet for a start. "Lyle, look at me", she commanded, and I did. "Now, tell me what you like about my panties? Do you like the feel? They are so different than your Jockeys, I know. Is that it? "Or, and this is what I really think, you like the feel...and the smell. A woman has a smell that is meant to make males want to have sex, to mate with the female. It is the biological plan for the continuation of the species. So, possibly, that is why you like to masturbate in my panties" I am sitting there getting all aroused, my penis getting stiff just hearing the word panties. My mother is sitting across form me with a blouse open, with the swelling mounds of her breasts showing. What a sight. Nothing much different than usual, except me. Now I am noticing her cleavage, the soft round mounds of her breasts as they move in and out as she breaths. I see her bra beneath the blouse and that makes me even more excited. She has leaned forward and her legs are spread, knees apart. There is enough light in the room to see all the way up to her panties. Her pink panties. I am so confused, horney, excited and hormone swamped that I can only stare. My mother notices and says: "Are these your favorite pair, the pink ones? Tell me, Lyle, are they?" I mumble yes She spreads her legs a bit more so I can see how the panty gusset (I didn't know the word then) is spread across her mound as she sits back and says "take a good look, Lyle" I see a dark spot in the middle of her crotch and wonder if she is leaking that wonderful yellowish white stuff that I had sniffed in her panty crotch. I am mesmerized by the sight and paralyzed, unable to even think, so I just stare and pant, barely aware of how I must look. As I look I become even more aware of my still growing penis, which, untouched by me, begins to spurt. My breathing gets rapid and I flush even more as my khaki pants show a growing dark spot. "Stand up, Lyle" my mother commands. The thrill of seeing her panties and breasts are all mixed up in this moment of utter sexual release. Desire and satisfaction are now coupled with humiliation. What a sexual nirvana I am in. Come over to me Lyle. Let me see what has happened. "Did you cum in your pants, Lyle? Did you?" Again I can only mumble a soft yes. I stand in front of my mother, my body still shaking and the spreading dark spot on my pants evidence of my lack of control. Or evidence of the power my mothers panties have over me. "Take off your pants, Lyle. Now, take them off. Your underpants, too. NOW!" I pull them down, but they won't come off over my shoes. "Sit down and take your shoes off, Lyle." I sit down right in front of my mothers spread knees, so very close to the pink panties. I am so very close I can feel the heat of her body and I can smell her smell. I can clearly see the dark spot and the smell is almost overpowering, causing me to lose sight of the fact that I am supposed to be removing my shoes as I sit and stare at her pink panties and smell that arousing aroma. My mother reaches down and helps me pull my shoes off, and then my pants. I am getting excited again and my penis is getting hard again. "Stand up, Lyle and let me see what this is all about." My mother stands up too, and I see that I am just a bit taller than she is. She reaches up under her skirt and pulls her pink panties down, stepping out of them, bringing them to her nose for a sniff and then hanging them on my rigid penis, sticking out in front of me. "I want to see you masturbate, Lyle. Now, use the panties to masturbate while I watch. Show me how you do it." I am surprised, thrilled and even more excited as she first pulls me toward her, hugging me, pushing her ample breasts I my chest. I am unaware of just what lasting effects this will have on me. How I will later in life want the humiliation of being "told" to masturbate in front of a woman, of her using a loving, yet stern, voice as she encourages me to do whatever it is she wants. "Show me, Lyle. Show mother how you use her panties to masturbate." I carefully wrap the wet crotch of her panties lengthwise over my turgid throbbing cock. The damp spot covering the head of my penis and with my left hand I wrap the remaining soft, sexy, sensual material around my testicles. My breathing is now very rapid, my legs getting weak as my bulging eyes begin to tear and I squirt. I start to stagger back as my mother grabs hold of my shoulders, softly saying, "let it spurt, Lyle, let it spurt. Let mommy hold you," and she pulls me to her breasts. We fall back on to the big chair she had been sitting in. Me still spurting, her comforting me with soft cooing sounds as she tenderly rubs my back. Whispering, "It's all right, baby, it's just fine. Enjoy and let mommy hold you." I do. Mother Helps Daughter James had come over to spend the weekend with Emily. James and Emily were both 20 and attending college. Sally was Emily's mother, and she was more then happy to have James over. "He was a nice young man" she'd tell people. Emily had been widowed several years earlier, and she always enjoyed the company. After dinner, Sally stayed down stairs and watched television, as Emily and James went up stairs to Emily's room. Sally thought they'd need their privacy, especially since it was their first night together. It was 10:30pm, and Emily and James had been upstairs for 2 hours. Sally thought it was time to get out of her house clothes, and get ready for bed. She climbed up the stairs to her bedroom. She stripped her clothes and put her night wear over her. She'd usually only where a large white t-shirt to bed, and tonight wasn't any different. No underwear required as her shirt covered her rear. Sally looked at the mirror and gazed at her 45 year old body. She was a plumpish lady with large breasts, and round backside. Her husband had always worshipped her huge breasts. She looked at her boobs dangling under the shirt and nipples poking through. Sally heard a little noise coming from Emily's room, which almost sounded like an argument. Sally was curious enough to walk down the corridor to see if she could catch what the fuss was all about. But Sally didn't have to go far as she noticed Emily's bedroom door was slightly open. She couldn't believe what she saw as she peeped through the gap. James was completely naked sitting on Emily's bed, attempting to crack on to Emily. Emily looked like she was trying to push James away. Emily was completely clothed. Sally couldn't believe the sight. Sally got chills just looking at naked James. He had a firm body she thought. She noticed the size of his semi-erect cock dangling between his legs. Sally couldn't help but think what a beautiful body he had. She continued to watch and listen. "Oh Babe, we've waited so long for this" James said as he put a hand on Emily's breast. "Yeah, and it seems like that's all you've waited for" Emily replied as she slide James hand off her breasts. "Don't be like that Emily. Can't you see that we've worked hard for this" James said. Sally thought, the only thing that was getting hard was James amazing cock. It must have been 5 inches just hanging there and he didn't look like he was fully erect. Sally's nipples began to harden just watching. James got on his knees and almost begged for Emily. Sally looked at his smooth firm backside, and thought, poor boy, he's having it tough. Sally couldn't believe Emily was denying this young's mans fulfillment. It got pretty bad as Emily made some excuse she had promised to go over to her friends house, Jane. Sally stepped back into her room, and watched as Emily stormed out the door, headed downstairs, and left the house. Sally thought, poor James was left alone. Sally walked to the bedroom door, and stood there for a second, watching naked James packing his bag to leave. He was still completely naked, his backside facing Sally. She got a good eyeful of his body before she spoke. "What's the matter honey" Sally said as she approached James and caressed his back. Slowly her hands slide up and down his back and to his firm backside. "Oh, I'm sorry Mrs Stanley" James said as he jumped, and got a hanky to cover his grown. "I'm afraid that's not going to hide anything" Sally said looking down at his cock. "It's alright James, I've seen one before, and by the way it's Sally" Sally said. Sally moved his hands away as James put the hanky to the side. James stood there naked as Sally smiled at his cock. James on the other hand noticed Sally's large breasts swaying under her white top. Her nipples were poking all over the place. "It's not what you think Sally" James said. "Oh, I know it wasn't James. Come and sit here" Sally said as she grabbed James hand and sat him on the bed. "Emily didn't mean those things. I'm sorry she ran out on you", Sally said as she stood there hugging James. Her tits pressed against his head, as she pressed them purposely. Sally's left nipple pressed against his face. Furthermore Sally noticed James was getting hard, as his cock grew long and hard. "Now, I'm not letting you go home like this" Sally said in a caring voice as she sat next to James. Her hand slide on James lap, close enough to his hard cock. "There's plenty of room in my bed honey" she added kissing his forehead. Sally slowly got up sliding her hand past his hard cock, and walked back to her bedroom. Seconds later James approached Sally's bedroom still naked with a hard on. She looked at Sally who was in the mirror combing her thick brown hair. James walked behind Sally. His cock pointed to the sky, as he put his arms around her from behind and held her breasts. Standing in front of the mirror, Sally closed her eyes as James kissed her neck which caressing her large breasts in circles. "You like these big ones don't you" Sally said. "Won't don't you sit on the bed and you can have a good suck of them" Sally added as they walked to her double bed. James sat on the end of the bed stroking his cock. Sally pulled her top off, and let her huge tits hang out. "They're beautiful Sally" James said as he reached to massage one of them. Bringing one breasts to his mouth, James began sucking on her breasts. James would change from right to left, and vise versa. Sally's hand had slide down to James' 8 and half inch cock and started stroking it. "Do you like that James? You're so big and hard" Sally said as she breathed heavily. James tried to reply with a breast in his mouth. Sally's tits were double D's, and well preserved. She had large nipples. They had sagged over the years a bit, but that didn't bother James. Sally opened James legs and kneeled to the floor. She stroked James cock rapidly with her left hand while massaging his large balls with her right hand. James reached below to massage her breasts, although it was a hard reach. It was only a matter of time before Sally's mouth began sucking on James cock. She started slowly, licking the head of his cock, and then dipping it into her mouth. She occasionally slid her tongue up and down his shaft. Then she'd dip her head below and suck on one of his testicles. Then she'd put his large cock insider her mouth and pull it in and out. Sally could sense James was going to cum. She started stroking his cock as he began to cum over her tits. She pulled and pulled until he was dry. Pressing his cock against her tits, she made sure he was dry and she was wet. James stood up and began stroking his cock again. Sally left for the bathroom to wipe the cum off her tits. On returning to the bedroom, Sally said "Well, that's a nice place to start. Ready for round two. Looks like you are with that hard boner of yours" she added. Sally sat on the bed with her legs open. She commenced massaging her breasts, as she leant forward and let her breasts hang over he legs. With both hands she pushed them together and massaged them a little more. James got on the bed stroking his cock as Sally laid back. James massaged her pussy, feeling the wetness of it all. His hands slide over her cunt, doing laps of the area. His cock was nice and hard. The cock was soon lost in Sally's vagina. James poked around a little before settling into position. Sally moaned as he pushed. In and out he went. Back and fourth. Watching Sally's tits fall at either side, James put one hand on her right breast and massaged it while Sally massaged her other breast. James kept this up for a good 10 minutes. Changing position from time to time. Wrapping Sally's legs around his body, and them rocking her like a boat. Sally would moan. James couldn't believe how amazing this women was. Her tits were so big, and she was so god damn sexy he thought. Meanwhile Sally couldn't believe what a lovely young stud James was. She absolutely adored the size of his cock. James started cumming. He squired inside her. He gave a loud moan as he pushed inside Sally. Watching the cum spill from her cunt, he drew back. That night, Emily slept at her friends house. James slept in Sally's bed. With Sally's tits close by to James, Sally made sure his cock was only inches away from her. Mother Helps Me Out I had moved back in with my parents for a while after breaking my right arm. It genuinely shocked me to find out how helpless I was without my primary hand, and with some persuasion, moved back home. At twenty two it was a kick in the guts but necessity outweighed pride. My mother had been made redundant earlier in the year, but with her payout and low living costs for her and my dad, they had agreed she didn't need to look for more work, so she stayed at home. In the evenings the three of us would play games, build jigsaws or mostly watch television, but during the day it would just be me and my mother. It felt a bit awkward just vegetating on the sofa while she played the housewife around me, but eventually she would finish and come sit beside me and we would watch television together, mostly daytime crap we would scoff at or the odd film. Having little in common, I had never really spent time alone with my mother before. Conversation was always a little awkward and directionless, even forced, so we often sat in silence unless we had food, drink or the channel to discuss. My mother always wore dresses in summer, calves bared, bare or sandalled feet, dark brown hair tied loosely back, and a deep cleavage line, displaying a proud crevasse of flesh. Being a chubby woman, her dress showed her broad hips and round backside, along with her slightly pudgy stomach. It did disturb me whenever I considered my taste in women and would essentially describe my mother. I would sometimes catch myself ogling her cleavage while she busied herself around me and when we were sat together One day, she came to sit with me and I saw her nose wrinkle. I knew this day would eventually come and just said "Sorry, I just can't get my left hand everywhere in the shower." She stood and said "Well come on then, we can't have you making this whole house smell of boy." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean I will help you shower. Come on, upstairs, now." I followed her upstairs and into the bathroom. I stripped down to my boxers and she looked at me expectantly. "I need my swim shorts." I said. "No shorts, you are getting clean." My mother asserted. I cringed as I slid my boxers down and stepped out of them. My mother turned on the shower and told me to get in. I stepped under the hot downpour while my mother left to change into her swimsuit. I couldn't really argue about that, both of us naked would have been weird. She returned and climbed into the tub, pulling the curtain. She was wearing a purple bikini, and instantly I felt a twitch between my legs. I cursed to myself, I hadn't been able to masturbate properly since the accident, and now my mother was in front of me in a bikini that barely concealed her fat tits. I knew her dress size was eighteen, but her bra size I was less sure of, but somewhere in the region of 38E or F I would wager. She soaped up a sponge and began scrubbing me, nudging me with her hand when she needed me to turn. I couldn't stop myself ogling her breasts, they looked set to spill out of her bikini top. She seemed awkward when she noticed my now-full erection. All I could do was blush and say "Sorry mum, I haven't been able to do anything since my accident. I think it must be the heat." "I'd never even thought about that side of things." My mother said, somewhat sympathetically. She continued washing me, and as she came close, she would brush against my cock. Sane thought had abandoned me by now; all I could think about was cumming somehow. I started gently rubbing myself against my mother's leg. I couldn't believe I was doing it, and I was praying she hadn't noticed, but she eventually cleared her throat and backed away slightly. "Sorry, I'm, just going crazy, how about you help me out?" I pleaded. I couldn't believe I was saying it, but when a guy has a couple of weeks' worth of jizz in his balls, rational thought is a memory. "Is it really that bad?" My mother asked. I nodded helplessly. My mother pulled an awkward grimace and muttered "Okay, close your eyes." I closed them and felt my mother's soapy hand close around my rock-hard shaft. She began gingerly stroking, her thumb and index finger passing over the head and the rest of her fist gripping my shaft. I gasped aloud as my mother began to masturbate me, the action making squelching noises with the soap and water cascading over us both. I opened my eyes, and saw my mother before me, right hand gripping my cock pulling it toward her. She was gazing at the wall, concentrating on something else, and her huge breasts were jiggling with the motion. Without thinking I reached out my left hand and pulled one of her bikini tops to the side, spilling out one of her breasts, her large nipple pointing at me. She cringed but didn't stop me. I freed her other breast and gently cupped them one at a time , squeezing the soft flesh. That was enough. I grunted and great jet of cum leapt from the tip of my cock and splattered against her stomach. Two more spurts followed of equal force, followed by two that fell onto her feet. Something about cum in water turns it to glue, and I found myself ogling my now topless mother trying to wipe all my semen from her tummy and her feet. We wordlessly finished the shower and went to our rooms. As I dried myself off, post-orgasmic clarity settled in and I thought about what had just happened; and I had no idea how I felt. It was surreal, my mother had pulled me off in the shower while I fondled her tits. As the three of us ate dinner that night, neither of us spoke, we just ate, and I returned to my room. Much later that night, my mother surprised me by gently knocking on my bedroom door. I invited her in and she came to sit on my bedside. I cursed in my head when I saw her in her nightie; a thigh-baring strappy cleavage showcase, though her breasts were braless. "What we did ni the shower today..." she began. I cringed and felt a flush of arousal at the same time. "I know we are both mature adults, and that was something you really needed help with. Okay?" She said. I agreed. She smiled and got up to leave, but feeling the uncontrollable burning again, I stopped her. "Wait, is there any chance you could help me again?" I asked, once again giving sanity the finger. My mother just stood shocked. "Sorry, I just hate trying to sleep without being able to do it, it keeps me awake." My mother sat down once again and slid her hands under the cover. She found my stiff erection and began stroking, again looking off into the distance. I laid back and let her work, but without the slipperiness of the shower it wasn't working. "What's wrong?" She eventually asked, frustrated I hadn't finished yet. I explained the problem and she said "Well what am I supposed to do?" "You could get in with me..." I nervously suggested. "And do what? You can't be suggesting what I think you are?" She said in a hoarse whisper. I replied "I don't know, I just need to do something." "This is insane." My mother said as she slipped into my bed. I couldn't believe she was agreeing to this. She laid on her back. My heart was suddenly pounding in my chest. My mother licked her hand and rubbed her saliva on my aching erection, lubing me up. "Be quiet, you hear me? And only do it until you're nearly done, then pull out. You can NOT finish inside me, you understand?" "You're really okay letting me have sex with you?" I asked, astounded, though I cursed myself for giving her the chance to back out. "This is not sex, I'm helping you masturbate." She snapped. With my left hand I lifted her nightie. I lifted up and nervously positioned myself on top of my mother. She opened her legs, placing them either side of my hips, and I felt the tip of my erection prod her pussy lips. A cascade of swearwords were the only thoughts my mind could produce as I laid between my mother's open legs and gently push my saliva-moistened cock into my mother's vagina. She was dry, and it was only the saliva that got the tip in. I began nuzzling in and out, the motion prompting my mother to begin lubing up. After about a minute, I managed to slide my whole length inside her and I took my weight off my left arm, resting atop my mother. I peeled the nightie off her breasts and laid flat on her, feeling the soft flesh squashing against my chest. I tucked my good arm under her and began moving my throbbing cock in and out of my mother, who just gazed to the side at my bedroom wall, avoiding eye contact. In and out I slid, keeping the motion restrained as the last thing either of us wanted was my father to wake up and find us. I couldn't stop myself leaning down to kiss my mother's breasts, and gently sucked her large nipples. I think the intimate act made her cringe, but I continued. I continued thrusting, doing short humps with my whole length inside her, and only pulling out about two inches before pushing back inside, the motion making her large breasts jiggle against me. I felt my limit coming, and as if sensing it too, whispered "Remember what I said; you can NOT finish inside me!" I grunted an agreement but as my orgasm approached, I knew I wouldn't be able to pull out. I humped into my mother and felt my balls contract, my spine shuddering with pleasure as my climax began, and I gasped as I began flooding my mother, ejaculating deep inside her womb. She whispered my name hoarsely. "Are you cumming? You fucking idiot I told you not to do that inside me!" She pushed me off and sat up, looking down as her slimy vagina, the overflow of my cum clinging to her pussy lips. A glob oozed out of her hole and onto my bed. "You stupid, stupid idiot! I'm not on birth control you idiot! I told you not to cum inside me!" "I'm sorry mum, I couldn't help it." I answered sheepishly, though I didn't mean it. Seeing my mother sat there with her legs apart, nightie bunched round her waist with her fat tits hanging out and her pussy oozing cum, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "The morning after pill?" I tentatively suggested. "Anything I do I risk someone seeing and being suspicious, your dad had a vasectomy years ago, I can't waltz into our doctor's and ask for contraception!" She got up and left my room. I heard her go into the bathroom and turn on the shower, likely rinsing the cum out of her. She didn't speak to me for the next few days but as we had always been awkward around each other anyway it didn't make a tremendous difference. A fortnight later I returned to my apartment, having some use back in my arm. A week or so after that, I answered a knock on my door to see my mother. "We need to talk." She said. "I'm pregnant."