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Mommy’s Panties Ch. 01

By: BethB



Every woman knows what it is to be shocked by her family – her husband and her children. I'm no stranger to being shocked, that's for sure. 

Like when I was eavesdropping on the phone, listening to my daughter tell her friend how she'd lost her virginity the previous night to a dreadful boy who I absolutely disliked. Or, when I accidentally discovered the 'Life Like' penis shaped vibrator that was shrewdly hidden in the back of one of her drawers. Of course, I never said anything to her, but, they were shocking, none the less. 

But, nothing could have prepared me for this. Not even when my husband of twenty years decided to leave me for a much younger woman in his office. Nothing over took me and affected me the way this had. 

Danny was always a good boy – a model child that never got into trouble. From the pregnancy all the way up to the time he graduated from college, found a job and got married, Danny was the absolute perfect son. Family, friends and neighbors all told me what a delight he was, and how lucky I was to have such an adorable son. 

He was thoughtful and kind; always excited to help me around the house, and was the first one to volunteer to help me do whatever I needed to do - even sometimes asking me to make a list of chores he could do for me. I could take him shopping with me for hours and he'd never complain while I went into every shoe store in the mall to find that perfect pair of shoes, or a new outfit. We held hands when we were out together, hugged at home every morning, and he even kissed me good night until he was in his twenties. 

When his father left me, Danny came over almost every day to see me. On the days that he couldn't come by, he'd always call – even when he was on a business trip. He took me grocery shopping, out for dinner and we'd go to brunch almost every Sunday. I'm not sure how I would have gotten through those days and weeks without him. 

I was happy when Danny finally found a nice girl and married her. They bought a house fifteen minutes away from mine, and it was nice seeing my son grow into a man I could be so proud of. He was a devoted husband to her, but, just a year into their marriage, they were divorced, sighting irreconcilable differences. I talked to both of them when Danny told me the news, but neither would go into any detail on what was going on between them, so I sat back and watched, helping him when I could, and played the part of a supportive mother. 

Their divorce was the epitome of 'friendly'. I never heard Danny bad talk his wife and during the time of their divorce proceedings, they pleasantly talked together and I even saw them smile and laugh with each other. Soon, their divorce was final and Danny was on his own again. He kept the house, knuckled down at his job and within a few months, you couldn't even tell he'd been married, or, gone through a divorce. 

But still, I wasn't prepared to be shocked like this. Not in a million years. Not in two million years. The revelations about my daughter's sexual experiences, my own divorce, Danny's divorce – none of it came anywhere close to the way this knocked me down and sucked the air out of my lungs.

It all started late last summer. 

A weather front swept through our area spawning severe thunderstorms and tornadoes. Living in the mid-west of the US meant dealing with that pretty regularly, but this storm system was especially bad. I didn't have any home damage, but, Danny called me from his business trip in Phoenix and asked me if I could drive by his house to see if it was okay. Of course, I was happy to do it. 

After he called, I remembered his ex-wife had once given me a set of their house keys in case of an emergency. So, once I found them, I drove to his neighborhood and fortunately, found his house was completely untouched. There were a few branches and limbs down in their neighborhood, but, everything looked fine at his house. I parked in his driveway and looked around the sides of the yard, and through the fence boards into the back yard – everything looked good. 

As I headed back to my car, I felt the need to use the restroom. Since I had his keys and I knew he wouldn't mind, I didn't think twice about unlocking the door and using his bathroom. What I found when I opened the door was a bit of a surprise – his house was a mess. His kitchen looked like a collection of trash bags and empty frozen dinner trays. The refrigerator was bare except for a case of beer and an old jug of milk, and as I stood in the middle of his kitchen shaking my head, I got the feeling he could use some help..... maybe I'd surprise him by cleaning up his kitchen, vacuuming the house and doing some dusting. He wouldn't be back from Phoenix for another two days, and I didn't have anything better to do. 

So, smiling to myself at my great idea, I locked his house and got back in my car. I made a mental note of the cleaning supplies I'd gather at my house – rubber gloves, a bucket, a broom, mop, and so on, and then I'd come back and clean his house from top to bottom and he'd be surprised, and grateful, when he got home from his business trip. 

On the way home, I called him on my cell phone and told him his house was fine – no damage and no broken glass as far as I could tell. 

"You didn't go in, did you?" Danny asked. 

"No." I said, smiling to myself knowing he was probably ashamed of his housekeeping, and I surely didn't want to spoil my surprise. "I didn't have time." I replied. "It looks fine from the outside, though."

He thanked me and told me his trip was going good. He was pretty sure he'd be home late Thursday night, which would give me all of today and tomorrow to get his house in order – plenty of time. 

I snickered to myself once we hung up. I couldn't believe how clever I was. And, I felt good about what I was doing for him – after all the things he'd done for me, I was going to get a chance to do something nice for him, and I was excited about tearing into his house and going through it like a cleaning whirlwind.

I spent a couple of hours at my house getting everything I needed and changing into clothes I could clean in. I even grabbed an extra set of clothes and some personal items so I could shower, or even stay the night, depending on what I found upstairs and in his bathrooms. I could just see myself stripped down to my underwear, sweating like a pig as I cleaned mold and grime out of his showers, and I was mentally prepared for it. The trunk of my car was filled with everything I needed to totally attack his home, and when I was done, it would sparkle and shine just like it did when he was married. Most importantly, my son's house would be clean again.

So, arriving back at Danny's house, I backed my car into the driveway and started to unload all my cleaning goodies into a pile on the floor of his kitchen. Flipping on some lights, I went up the stairs and looked into the hall bathroom and it didn't look so bad. Peering into his home office, I shook my head in disgust, accepting the fact I'd be spending some time in there. Walking into his bedroom, though, I almost totally lost it.

I'd never seen such a mess. The sheets on the bed were tussled up in a ball, there were clothes all over the floor, the drawers of the dresser were half closed – it was a serious mess. Looking into his bathroom, it wasn't horrible, but it wasn't clean, either. 

I realized the gravity of the task in front of me. This wasn't a one day job. I'd be lucky to get it done by tomorrow night.

With a grimacing face, I looked around his bedroom. His laundry hamper was overflowing and there was a second pile of clothes next to it, all needing to be washed. So, thinking I could get some laundry going while I started in his kitchen, I picked up the laundry hamper and dumped it out on the middle of the hallway where I'd have some room to sort out the colors and make piles to go into the washer. As I did this, though, that's when I received my first, honest to goodness shock.

There, amongst his clothes were several pairs of panties. At first, I though they were his ex-wife's, but they'd been divorced for over a year and that didn't seem right. Then, leaning down to pick one of the panties up, I realized they were too big to be Emily's. She was very petite and these were much bigger, they couldn't be hers. 

Finally, it hit me he must have a girlfriend, and I smiled at the thought he was having a secret romance with some gal, but that thought went away when I looked down and saw a pair of my own underwear in the pile – a pair I thought I'd lost or thrown away. I knew they were mine, there was no doubt about it. I'd bought them in Mexico several years ago on vacation before my divorce. They were slinky, sexy things that I thought my husband would like, and I specifically remember them.

What were my panties doing in Danny's laundry hamper?

I knelt down next to the pile and started sorting through everything, and found several more panties. I found three more that were mine and a few I didn't recognize. His overflow pile was the same – several more pairs of panties and at least one was mine. Before long, I had everything sorted out, and as I looked at what I found, it began to tell a story.

There was one pair of men's boxers, several assorted t-shirts, pants, jeans, socks, shorts and work shirts...... and twelve pairs of panties. Twelve pairs of panties?

"Where's all my son's underwear?" I wondered. The answer to that question became painfully obvious to me once I looked at the panties from his hamper and saw how they were stretched out and had obviously been worn. 

I was shaken; completely taken by surprise and unwilling to accept what I was seeing. Unless I was missing something, my son was wearing panties, and not his normal boxers.

I stood up, unwilling to believe the evidence, and went into his bathroom and took the towels and threw them into the hall. Then, I picked up everything off the floor and threw that into the hall, too, including his bed sheets, pillow cases and bed spread. Once everything was off the floor, I looked under the bed and through his drawers for his boxer shorts, hoping to convince myself that Danny wasn't wearing female underwear. For a few minutes, I was encouraged with what I found – a pretty good supply of normal men's clothes in all his drawers, but still, no boxer shorts, and no male briefs. 

There were two closets in his bedroom, and opening the one I knew was his, I looked though all his hanging clothes. Everything was normal there, but, when I opened the other closet, the one that used to be Emily's, his wife's, there were no clothes in there at all. There was only what appeared to be an obvious lingerie chest, and shelves filled with plastic bins and DVDs.

With a shaking hand, I reached out to open the lingerie chest, hoping it was empty. But, my hopes were dashed when I found each drawer full of panties, slips, and camisoles – all neatly folded and laid perfectly inside the drawers. I had to hold myself up as I looked in those drawers – seeing some of my old panties I'd gathered up after my divorce, threw in a box and put out in the garage for the trash. Now they were here – in my son's house – in his room..... in his lingerie chest. 

Glancing to my right, I saw a clear plastic bin with what looked like more panties, and pulling it down from the shelf, that's when I got another shock. They were my panties, too, but these were my dirty panties – panties I'd worn and hadn't been washed. He must have taken them from my laundry hamper, one at a time, when he was over at my house. 

Just looking at them in the bin, I could see the remnants of my natural female secretions on the cotton crotches, and I immediately felt embarrassed and violated. Fishing through them, I found a pair I knew I'd worn just last week and didn't even realize they were gone. He must have taken these in the last few days.

But, the shocks kept coming as I looked through the rest of the bins and found other things that disturbed me. My jaw dropped when I looked through the titles of the DVDs in a bin on the floor of the closet – titles like, "Hot Mother", "Panty Training", "Cum Slut Mommy", and "Momma's Panty Boy." There were more than twenty nasty, filthy DVDs there – all having to do with mothers and sons – all incest related, and every one of them claimed to contain explicit sexual scenes between mothers and sons.

Looking around his room, I saw stack of DVDs on his TV stand – ones I guessed he'd been watching recently, and they were more of the same kind of filth. The one on top was a boxed set of three dirty movies: "Mommy's Panties", disk one, two and three. They were obviously well played, with smudges and fingerprints on the back of each one. Carefully, I picked up the box and read about the disks.

Each disk contained "Two action packed hours of actual mothers and sons playing panty games together." the box said. 

"Yeah, right!" I moaned to myself. "That's a load of crap! This is just porn."

Then as I read more, it was clear each DVD contained seven or eight little stories, all lasting between ten and twenty minutes where the mother catches the son wearing her panties, or catches him masturbating with her panties, or dresses him in her panties, or buys him panties – a number of things all having to do with mothers and panties. In total, the box said the three disks contained thirty "Cum soaking, cock stroking stories of mothers and sons guaranteed to keep you hard."

I almost felt sick to my stomach. 

Setting the box down on the TV stand, though, I wondered how it came to this. What happened to Danny along the way to make him so fascinated with panties – my panties, and with all this incest pornography? There hadn't been any warning signs, as far as I knew...... and I racked my brain trying to put it all together and sort it out.

For the next three hours, I literally tore apart his bedroom, looking for anything that would help me understand. I went through every one of his drawers, dumping them all out on the bed in case he'd hidden anything in there. I went through every bin, every box, and turned that room inside out looking for clues. I even watched parts from the "Mommy's Panties" disks #3 to see what it was like.

Sitting on his bed, I watched in disgust as the so called 'Mothers' stripped, dressed, bathed, spanked, exposed, humiliated, masturbated and even had sex with their sons. The depravity on the disk was more than I could bear, and more than once, I felt a lump in my throat thinking about my own son watching this stuff, and perhaps enjoying it. I couldn't accept the thought that he might be getting pleasure from it – masturbating himself while he watched it – but, deep in my heart, I knew he probably was.

One of the things I found in his room was very disturbing, and confirmed one of my fears. And, that was: a small collection of my panties, stuck together by what I assumed was his dried semen. I might not be a sexual dynamo, but, I spent twenty years being married and I know what dried sperm looks and feels like. There was no doubt about it, either - these wadded up panties contained his spent sperm. My own son's sperm on my panties!

So, finally realizing and accepting the truth about my son, I sat on the bed in his room in total shock – the worst shock of my life - and the shock that broke me all the way to the core of my being.

I wasn't sure what to do. Should I put it all back like I found it? Just leave and go home? Pretend it never happened? 

"Shit!" I grumbled to myself. "There's no way I can get all this back like it was. He's going to know I was here. What am I going to do?"

After several minutes of trying to figure a way out of this mess, I hunched my shoulders and decided I'd just ignore the panties and the pornography, and I'd do exactly what I came over to do - I'd scrub his house, clean his bathrooms, wash his clothes and make everything clean and perfect before he got home..... and, I'd pray he wasn't mad at me. 

After all, I didn't have much choice – I couldn't unsee what I'd seen, and, I couldn't unthink what I'd thought. I knew he'd blow his top once he got home from his trip and realized I went through his room – he was a grown man and these were his private things. He was going to be hopping mad with me.

But, I justified my actions to myself because he was my son...... and he was alone now. He didn't have a wife to look after him – he only had me, his mother. And, although he obviously had some kind of sexual problem involving panties and incest, he was still my little boy and I wasn't about to let this, or anything else come between us. 

We'd just have to handle it like adults, and I'd simply keep quiet about what I found and pretend it didn't bother me.

I worked late into the night running load, after load, after load of laundry – and I washed everything from his bedroom, except the soiled panties I found in the plastic bin in the closet. 

I worked in the kitchen as I did the laundry, first scrubbing the counters and his breakfast table to make room for the laundry to be folded once they were done in the dryer. I washed towels and sheets and the rest of his clothes. I washed everything that could possibly go in the washer, and by the time his kitchen was done and everything was shining, I had numerous piles of things to put away, including well over twenty pairs of panties. 

It was close to midnight when I got so tired I had to call it a day. I'd eaten a frozen pizza I found in his freezer for dinner, and, even drank two of his beers while I worked. Deciding I might as well stay the night and finish the rest in the morning, I made my way upstairs to his bedroom, put some clean sheets on his bed, and then went into his bathroom to take a shower because I was horribly sweaty and stinky. My knees were hurting from being on my hands and knees, scrubbing the marks off his kitchen floor, and I was completely worn out. All I wanted was a hot shower and some sleep. 

All day, as I worked, I'd been thinking about what I'd found in his room – all the panties, his dried sperm and the incest pornography, and what I'd say to him when he realized I knew about his problem. I shrugged it all off as I reached in to turn the water on in the shower, letting the hot water run before I got in. 

Stripping my clothes off, I looked at myself in the mirror. Thankfully, the years had been kind to me. My breasts weren't that bad – a little sag, but not bad for a woman in her 40's who's had two children, I thought. I tried to take care of myself, and with the exception of the overgrown patch of pubic hair emanating from my crotch, I didn't look that bad. 

Stepping into the shower and hoping to just relax and let the hot water beat down on me, I was treated to one more horrific shock. There on the wall of the shower was a realistic looking silicone penis, stuck to the shower wall by a suction cup. 

It stuck out lewdly from the wall, as if the shower itself sprouted an erection. It looked ominous; almost a perfect replica of a man's erection with its life like head and veins running up the side. My heart took a dive as I looked at it and considered why it might be in his shower, and then I came to the only possible conclusion – he was using it as a toy...... he was impaling himself on it in the shower, sticking it up his...... oh, please no. 

I tried to turn my attention away from the thing, but, I couldn't. I adjusted the shower head and started to wash myself, but, I kept staring at it, unable to shake the idea of my son backing up against the silicone penis and pushing his butt down on it. I wasn't naïve about anal sex; after all, I was married for twenty years and I read in magazines about men being quite sensitive inside their butts. But, I couldn't believe Danny would be humping himself in the shower with this thing. However, once I saw the squirt bottle of 'Personal Lubricant' and the bottle of antibacterial soap next to his shampoo, I realized it was probably true. Danny put this here for a reason and it was obvious to me what the reason was. 


Mommy’s Panties Ch. 01



Turning into the water and letting it run down my face and chest, I suddenly reached a point of saturation. In the space of an instant, I realized that what ever he was doing, what ever hangs ups he had, whatever kinks and fetishes he enjoyed – none of that changed the fact that he was my son. It was unfortunate that I knew these things about him now, but it wasn't going to make me reject him, and I wasn't going to stop loving him. I'd just have to deal with it, and accept it. I wasn't going to be one of those parents that ostracized their child over things they did. He was my son and I loved him. That's what was most important. 

I was happy with the knowledge he had antibacterial soap and lubricant in the shower. At least he was keeping the toy clean, I hoped, and was using the lubricant so he wouldn't hurt himself. And, as I stood there with the water beating down on me looking at this silicone penis sticking out from the wall, I found myself oddly turning my body and inching up close to it, watching over my shoulder as my butt got closer and closer to the thing.

"Uh huh." I said to myself when I felt the tip graze my butt. "It's the right height." Then moving just a little to the side and getting up on toes, I felt it nudge my vagina. 

"No!" My mind screamed. "It was in my son's butt...... his ass. I can't do this!"

Stepping away from the thing, I turned to look at it again. I couldn't deny my own curiosity and I reached out to touch it, tentatively – feeling how secure it was stuck on the wall. Then tugging on it with a little more force, it popped loosed and I stood there mortified to be holding this 'Cock' in my hand..... a cock that had been up my son's butt. 

Quickly, I reached for the antibacterial soap to wash the damn thing – coating the cock with more soap than I needed - washing it thoroughly..... making sure it was debunked of anything...... anything that was left on there during it's last use. I soaped it up well, and when I realized I was running my hand up and down the cock, soaping the shaft, I suddenly saw what I was doing and gasped. It was like I was giving the cock a hand job!

I should have just dropped it, or stuck it back on the wall, but I couldn't. I washed it from end to end, even running my fingertips around the head and over the veins along the shaft. With the exception of the firmness, it was pretty close to the size and feel of the real thing, and as I found myself skimming my hands up and down it's length, my mind went back to when I used to touch my husband like this – how I used to handle his penis when it was hard, and how I used to give him a hand job from time to time.

"Shit!" I gasped. "I'm jacking it off!"

I knew I should have just put the damn thing away, but I couldn't put it down and after all the months of being alone, and not having sex or even masturbating, it got the best of me. Before I knew it, I was rubbing the tip between my legs....... and my feet were spreading and then it was at the opening to my vagina...... and the next thing I knew, I was starting to push it up into me. 

Almost as if I'd turned into a different person, I reached for the lube and squirted a glob into my hand, slathered it on the cock and then wiped some inside my pussy lips. "I'm going to do this." I said to myself, breathing hard and excited at the thought of having something inside me after so long. "I'm going to push this thing inside me."

And I did. My pussy gave way and the silicone cock went in easily, filling my vagina in a way that brought fond memories to my mind. And holding it there, up in me as far as I could get it, I squeezed my legs together and just stood there enjoying the feeling of finally having something in my pussy again.

After a minute, I turned the shower head toward the wall and began to move the cock in and out of my pussy, bending over to watch it glide into me. Another second later, my free hand was touching my clitoris and before I knew it, I was shoving that thing into me violently, masturbating myself and getting closer and closer to a much overdue orgasm.

I couldn't get the thought that this toy...... this cock, had been inside my son - inside his butt.... and it was now in my pussy..... his mother's pussy. But, it felt so good to have something in me. It felt so good to feel something thrusting into me and even though I knew it nasty and perverted, I kept it up, inching closer and closer to orgasm.

When my climax over took me, it was so strong, I fell against the wall of the shower, holding myself up so I wouldn't fall to the floor. The cock abruptly fell out of me amidst my shaking, and as I lie there panting with my face against the tiled wall, wave after wave of sensations came over me. It didn't matter to me anymore that I'd used my son's toy to pleasure myself, or, that I'd used the toy that had been in my own son's ass to fuck myself – none of that seemed important. I was totally in rapture with the feelings coming from my pussy and from finally having some sexual satisfaction.

After a few minutes, I recovered enough to turn the shower head back toward me. Thinking that I needed to finish my shower and get the hell out of there, I reached down to the cock, picked it up and washed it off again with the antibacterial soap. While I was washing it, the same thoughts began to consume me while my hand stroked the magnificent toy. But, this time, my thoughts were more disturbing, and each time my hand went up and down the cock, I began to wonder how it would feel inside my....... inside my...... inside my butt. 

I was lost to my wanting and the curiousness that invaded my brain. I watched in silence as my hand reached for the lubricant again and squeezed out a sizeable dollop and coated the cock. Then, knowing I was destined to experience exactly what my son experienced, I squeezed out some more lube, reached around between my butt cheeks and carefully pushed my finger into my butt and then repeated it several more times to move more lube inside my ass.

Before I could change my mind, I slammed the suction cupped end of the cock against the shower wall and turned myself around and wiggled up against it. Then grasping the silicone shaft and bending over, I felt for my hole and slowly began to push back on it. 

In the twenty years I was married, my husband and I had anal sex a handful of times. I didn't necessarily enjoy it that much, and I think he knew it, but I'd done it because I knew he'd like it. I knew what to do here, and when I got the cock in place against my opening, I bared down and pushed back until the head of the cock pushed past my tight ring. 

"Oh!" I gasped, as the head slipped into me. It didn't hurt, but, I instantly remembered how it felt to be stretched open like that. I rested for a few seconds to get used to its girth being in me, and then I pushed back on it a little more...... then a little more...... and a little more until it was all the way in me. 

Pulling forward just a smidge, I pushed back on it again trying to see if it was going to hurt me. When it didn't, I did the same thing again and kept doing it until I was moving my hips up and back with the cock sliding into me as though it was fucking me. For a second, I wondered if this was the way Danny did it...... was this the way he fucked himself with the cock?

Then, as if I was some kind of two-bit whore, I bent over and put my fingers between my legs and began rubbing my clitoris. With each push of my hips, the cock fucked me in time with the action from my fingers, and just as before, I had a thundering orgasm that racked my body and eventually sent me to my knees. 

I can't express the sensations and feelings that I felt. In the matter of a few minutes, I'd had two wonderful orgasms – better than any I ever got from my husband. I felt spent – totally exhausted and satisfied in a way I couldn't explain. Part of it, I'm sure, was the knowledge I'd used Danny's toy...... Danny's cock...... to fuck myself – and not just in my pussy, but in my ass, too. The feeling of being so naughty and so nasty was delicious, and I didn't regret what I'd done for one instant.

I didn't have the strength for anything else – not even to continue my shower. So, with the last bit of energy I had, I stood up in the water, rinsed myself down and turned the water off. Opening the doors and reaching for a towel, I did an absolutely terrible job of drying my body, then wrapped a towel around my hair and without bothering to put one stitch of clothes on, I fell across Danny's bed in total exhaustion.

I didn't know an orgasm could be that strong, or feel that good, or devour me in a way those two orgasms devoured me. I was literally drained of every ounce of strength in my body, but, lying there in the afterglow of those humongous orgasms, I wanted more. I just didn't have the energy to get back in the shower and fuck myself with my son's cock again.

Once I'd rested for several minutes, I dried my hair and picked up my clothes from the bathroom floor. In doing so, I held up the underwear I'd been wearing and briefly wondered if these were the kind of panties my son would want. I'm sure they weren't dainty and fresh – I'd worn them all day, been on my hands and knees scrubbing his kitchen floor and I was a sweaty mess when I took them off. I should have let the thought go, but something made me bring the panties to my face and I gave them a little sniff.

Surprisingly, they weren't that bad. I half expected to find them revolting and reeking of sweat, but they weren't. Instead, they smelled like me. When I opened them up to look inside, there was a clear smudge on the crotch panel and I imagined for a moment how my son would feel having these panties in his hands right now – this soon after I took them off. Would they turn him on? 

Shaking the thought out of my head, I tossed the panties on the floor next to the bed. I decided to turn his TV on and check the cable news and weather before I went to sleep. The weather was boring, and the news was all crap, and I was just about to turn off the TV when I saw the porno DVDs laying on top of Danny's TV – the "Mommy's Panties" box set. 

"I wonder what's so interesting about these?" I thought. 

Then, deciding there was no harm in seeing one for myself, I selected the number 1 disk and put it in the DVD player. The intro and the previews were trash – absolutely sick filth that I couldn't believe anyone would want to see, much less pay for. But after that, the disk menu came up with a listing of all the individual vignettes and I studied the screen to pick one out.

Remarkably, the first segment was titled "Interview with a Panty Mom" and figuring this would probably be less gagging than the rest of the DVD, I selected that chapter and hit the play button.

I would have guessed the actress playing the mother would have been a porno actress – some young thing with oversized, fake boobs, but, I was wrong. The setting was like a conference room and the woman was probably about my age. She wasn't overly beautiful and she wasn't stacked, and, she didn't look like a slut. More than anything, she looked like someone I'd see at the grocery store.

There was a younger woman who was interviewing her from across the table, supposedly a sexologist and therapy counselor, with a lot of important sounding abbreviations behind her name. She obviously wasn't a porno actress, either, and as the interview started, I settled back to watch it.

It began with the basic demographic outline of the mother and her son; their ages, the region of the country where they lived, and family information. She was a working single mom, only had one child – the son – and she seemed well spoken and astonishingly at ease. I had my doubts if this was a legitimate interview or not, but a few minutes into it, it appeared to be, so I kept watching.

The interviewer asked questions and the mother gave her answers. The mother seemed calm, even though I could detect some embarrassment in her face when she explained how she first found out her son had a panty fetish. As the interview went on, the sexologist explained in therapeutic terms what a panty fetish was, and supported it with facts from the Kinsey study and other documents. 

The mother, without batting an eye, told her son's story – how she'd come home from work early one day and found her teenaged son lying on his bed, masturbating with a pair of her panties around his penis and another pair draped across his face. His eyes were shielded by her panties, and so not seeing her, he continued merrily along while she stood in the hallway outside his room and watched everything. She recounted how he kept saying "Mommy" and jerked his penis while he sniffed her worn panties for a solid ten minutes until he ejaculated violently, spewing his semen all over his chest. 

The interviewer interrupted a few times to explain it wasn't unusual for sons to be sexually attracted to their mothers, and, there were historical cases of men and boys infatuated with women's undergarments long before the 1900's. "In fact," the sexologist said, "the male's first experience with the female scent is from the mother's clothes and it seems understandable that a boy, a young man, or even an adult male would find interest in women's underwear, especially his mother's underwear. For some males," she added, "it could be a fundamental part of their basic needs – just like food, water and shelter. Many times we forget that the mother is the main caregiver during childhood, and for many males, they become reliant on their mothers to deliver those basic needs. When puberty hits, it can frequently be the mother that is the focus of a young man's natural desires. To him," the interviewer continued, "it's perfectly normal to be attracted to his mother sexually, and to her underwear because of her natural scent."

I paused the DVD and ran it all the way back to the beginning of the interview and watched it again up to there. As crazy as it sounded, it sort of made sense to me and once I put it in perspective with my son, Danny, and the way he was always around me as a child and the way he clung to me and never ventured too far...... well, what the sexologist was saying held water in my book.

I started the DVD again and watched the rest, hearing the mother in her own words tell how she tried in vain to discuss what she saw with her son, and how he became combative and avoided her for days, refusing to even eat or be in the same room with her. Tears ran down her face as she told how he'd leave early in the morning and come home late so he wouldn't have to see her. Finally in desperation, in order to salvage the relationship with her son, she tried something radical. 

I was riveted to this woman's story as she explained how she began to leave her panties on his bed each day. She'd leave them in plain sight – lying right on top of his pillow, laid out with the crotch panel up. These were the panties she'd worn, obviously being careful she didn't leave anything with skid marks or accidents. But, apparently it worked.

After five days, she approached him again and asked if they could talk. He reluctantly, but calmly agreed. Then carefully, she asked non-threatening questions about his sexual experiences and interest in girls. As she went along, she told him she wasn't mad at him, that she loved him, and assured him that masturbation was a normal human activity. She was surprised at the way he opened up to her, and with this same non-threatening method, she asked him about her panties.

"What happened next," the woman said, "was an outpouring of feelings and confessions from my son. I learned that he had been sexually attracted to me for years...... from the time he hit puberty."

She went on giving details of their conversation and how she began to lovingly accommodate his needs – not only giving him her panties, but, allowing him to see her in her underwear and eventually, letting him see her naked. She provided him with his own panties, as well as sharing her own panties with him.

Sometimes, at his request, she would even dress him. She'd have him begin naked - then she'd take him by the hand to either his room, or hers, and have him try on panties until she was satisfied with the way he looked. To him, it was very satisfying, and to her, it was almost a bonding experience. I was touched at the sentiment in her voice as she explained it and how it made her feel needed and wanted.

A little further into the interview, the mother talked frankly about her son's masturbation. She allowed him the freedom to masturbate with her panties anytime it was necessary. Frequently, she would watch him do it, and then with her face blushing, she said she sometimes 'helped' him, and, sometimes masturbated herself at the same time. 

I watched the rest of the segment and then restarted it back to the very beginning and watched it all over again. Honestly, I don't think the interview was contrived, faked or set up. The interviewer maintained her professionalism, and I believe what she said during her commentaries made sense. I really felt the mother was believable, too - especially when she cried – I could feel the anguish in her voice, and the apparent shaking of her hands as she talked was very convincing. 

When the first segment was over, the DVD automatically started the second segment. It started with a close up of a young man's face with a pair of panties plastered against his nose. As the camera pulled back, I could see that a woman, supposedly his mother, was standing next to him holding the panties to his face. Then the camera pulled back some more and I could see the young man was naked, and he was stroking his penis.

As the dialogue began, she was saying, "Come on baby.... smell Mommy's panties and stroke your, big, hard cock."

I burst out laughing, thinking those were probably the last words in the world any mother would say to her son. And this kid, her 'son' as it was, was almost laughable. He had a monster size penis. It was huge! I'd never in my life seen a penis of that size. It was probably at least a foot long, and as thick as my wrist. I cringed at the thought of having to take something like that between my legs, and the more I looked at the kid, the more I saw him as being deformed.

This segment was a load of blatant bullshit, and I knew it, but I watched it to see what my son had been looking at. "Tell me when you're gonna blow, baby." The mother said. "Let mommy suck your big cock and swallow all your cum."

Oh, brother! 

The next segment showed a mother with an obviously very submissive son. She was giving him a bath and admonishing him for touching himself in the bath water. As he stood, I could see the actor's penis. He was completely shaved – absolutely hairless, and his penis was extremely small, but very erect. She berated him as he stood in front of her, telling him he was such a 'Little Boy', emphasizing the word 'little'. He was acting shy, even blushing as she continued to humiliate the young man, but all the while, he was hard and erect. She fingered his hard penis, flicked it back and forth and made fun of him. When she pulled him out of the bath, she dried him and put baby power on his crotch and then she gave the poor boy a hand job and dressed him in these cute ruffled, baby style panties.

The next segment was very hard core, with a young man dressed in feminine, pink panties bent over in between the legs of an older woman (his mother) licking, sucking and kissing her panties. As the segment proceeded, she pulled her panties aside, he pulled his aside, and they had sex together – both in their panties. When he climaxed, she made him lick her clean down there, which the young man seemed to enjoy.

The following segments were weird. One dealt with a young man being punished for soiling his mother's favorite panties. The story line was so hokey and unbelievable, I could barely watch it. The next one was more interesting, though – showing a family gathering where the mother announced to the family in attendance that the son was to be punished..... spanked in front of the family for stealing and wearing her panties. So, in front of his 'family', he was forced to strip down to his frilly panties and show himself to the group with his mother's panties on. The girls in attendance, I guess his sisters, snickered and giggled at him as he grew hard and tented out the panties he was wearing. And then, in short order, he was stripped naked to display his shaved pubic area and then he was spanked in the most humiliating position that you can imagine. 




Mommy’s Panties Ch. 01



The last segment was very intense and actually kept my attention all the way through. The plot had an older woman, and a twenty something looking girl, sitting across a kitchen table from a young, almost teenage looking boy. I'm sure the actors were at least 18, but this kid sure looked and acted like he was younger than that.

"Stand up, Son." The older woman said softly. 

Once the young kid stood up, she calmly told him to unbuckle his pants and take them off. The camera zoomed in to show the pain and humiliation on the kid's face, but without arguing, he did it. 

"Look at your brother." The woman said to the girl. "He's wearing your panties and he's been doing it for a long time." After some back and forth between the mother and the sister, the mother asked her, "What do you think we should do about it?"

As the segment continued, the girl and her mother teased him, touched him, and his mother eventually reached out and lowered her son's panties to his knees. They both continued to touch him, stroking his penis and giving him an erection. This actor was shaved, too – and I realized it was a common theme in this DVD – most of the actors, both male and female, were all hairless. 

But, under the mother's direction, the boy was told to stroke himself as punishment in front of his sister. I could see the angst in the actor's face as he shyly took hold of his erection and began to masturbate. The young girl, his sister, moved closer and bent down to watch her brother stroke his hairless cock. When he couldn't climax, the mother suggested he might need some encouragement, and in the next few seconds, both the mother and the sister took all their clothes off. Again, both females were shaved. 

Soon, the mother positioned the girl on the table with her legs splayed open and then had the boy look at his naked sister while she, the mother, used her hand on the boy. 

All three actors in this segment were attractive, and the way it was filmed and portrayed was very sexy and exciting. There was just something about the calm demeanor of the mother, and the way the shy boy reacted to her instructions that made this segment good. 

About half way through the segment, I couldn't deny my interest in it, nor the wetness that was gathering between my legs. Before it was over, my fingers found their way between my hairy lips and I was touching myself shamelessly, just like I'd done in the shower. I watched the action with baited breath as I fingered my clitoris and dipped my fingers into my lubricated pussy. With each line of dialogue, my excitement grew and I rooted for the girl and the mother as they gently guided the kid to his eventual climax, spurting long streams of cum all over his sister's legs, groin and chest. 

When he finished spraying his semen all over the girl, they still weren't done with him. The woman used the sister's panties to wipe up his cum, and then told the young boy to lick them clean. I groaned to myself as I watched the boy bring the messy panties to his face and then lick his semen from the flimsy material. 

"Look mother!" The young girl exclaimed. "He's getting hard again!"

It was true. When the camera panned back, the young kid had another erection! 

The rest was intriguing, too, with the mother and the daughter taking turns sucking the young man's cock. But, what really caught my interest was when the mother bent over the table, with her butt end stuck out, as she told her daughter to guide her son's cock into her pussy. 

The conversation between the actors was hot, but it wasn't filthy. And, my fingers went into high speed as I watched the boy hump his mother's pussy. The close-ups were amazingly clear and perfectly shot. The way his cock moved in and out of his mother's pussy was magical and as I got closer and closer to my own climax, the mother was moaning with pleasure. What sent me over the edge was when the young man was ready to cum, the sister wrapped her hand around the kid's penis and yanked him until he shot his sperm all over the mother's back.

I shoved my fingers deep into my pussy and attacked my clit with my other hand. Writhing on my son's bed, I watched the scene on the screen as my orgasm rolled over me like a locomotive, sending strong waves of stinging pleasure through my body and causing me to do something I hadn't done in a long, long time...... leaking a profuse amount of my female juices on the fresh sheets I'd just put on my son's bed.

I lay gasping for breath as my orgasm overwhelmed me and took me to a place I'd never been before. I was in total bliss, completely unaware of everything except the erotic action on the screen in front of me. I lost track of everything else except what I was feeling, and as my orgasm started to subside, my arms and legs went limp, and I laid there helpless to do anything besides breath. 

As the DVD finished, I closed my eyes and let myself rest. It wasn't long before my mind began to think about my day at my son's house, and what I'd discovered about his obvious panty and incest fetish. My initial disgust with finding several pairs of my panties, including some recently worn pairs, had given way to a level of excitement that caused me to use his toy in the shower, watch his DVDs and masturbate myself while lying on his own bed. In as much as I should have been totally disgusted with what I found in Danny's bedroom, I had to admit that wasn't the case now. And as I rested there, I came to grips with the fact that not only was I sexually excited about my son's interest in my panties, I was beginning to be interested in promoting it further. 

I slept soundly until about seven the next morning. Sleeping naked in my son's bed was a wicked thing to do, and when I awoke and thought about it, I wondered how he'd feel about his mother watching his DVDs, masturbating and sleeping in his bed. 

When I got out of his bed, habit forced me to reach down to pull the sheets up and make the bed properly. But, as I did, I saw the stain in the middle of the sheets where my vaginal juices poured out of me last night during my tumultuous orgasm. Looking at the stain, I briefly considered ripping the sheets off his bed and washing them again, but something stopped me. Maybe I'd want him see the stain. Maybe I'd want him to smell my smell on his sheets. Maybe that would turn him on - smelling my scent on the sheets next to him when we went to bed.

And, without another thought, I straightened out the sheets, adjusted the pillows and pulled the bedspread into place and smoothed it out. I wasn't completely comfortable with my decision to leave the sheets in place, but, I reflected back to the first segment on the DVD and what the sexologist said about the 'scent of the mother', and I figured if my son got some comfort, or, pleasure from my natural smell, then letting him have it was a cheap price to pay for the way I invaded his private life. Maybe he wouldn't be so mad at me. 

I decided I'd forego wearing a bra – there wasn't going to be anyone here but me. I was smart enough to bring a t-shirt and a pair of shorts from home when I loaded my car with cleaning supplies. Unfortunately, in my haste to get what I needed from my house, I forgot to get some underwear.

"Well," I said to myself, sarcastically, "no problem with that here. I'll just get one of the pairs I washed yesterday...... one of my own."

So, I marched down stairs and stood in the kitchen looking over the piles of clothes I washed yesterday. I went through the stack of panties and found a pair I knew was mine and slipped them on and went back to his bedroom and put on a t-shirt. I was ready to attack the rest of the house now.

I started in his bathroom, took everything off the counters and off the floor and scrubbed everything. I took his cock toy out of the shower and put it in the dishwasher, along with the other dishes, and started it up. Then, I started the arduous task of scouring out his shower. When it was done, I hung up fresh towels, put everything back on the vanity, organized his cabinets under his sink and then turned my attention to his other bathroom.

I vacuumed all the carpets and dusted every room. About noon, I stopped to pee and take a rest. Finding nothing else to drink, except water, I cracked open another one of his beers and picked up my cell phone to call my son. I just wanted to check on his travel plans. I didn't want him to come back early and find me there still cleaning.

He seemed happy to hear from me. I don't normally call him when he's out of town, but I told him I was wondering if he needed a ride home from the airport. Of course, I knew his car was there, but it was the only reason I could come up with to see when he was coming back.

"I won't be in until 10:52 tonight, mom." He chuckled. "And my car is there, so I'll be fine."

That's all I wanted to know. And if his plane didn't get in until almost 11, that meant he wouldn't get to his house until at least midnight. 

"What are you going to do about dinner?" I asked.

"I'll just have something when I get home." He replied. Yeah, right. I knew there was nothing here to eat. Well, maybe the frozen pizza I ate yesterday, but barring that, I knew he didn't have anything.

"Okay." I said, holding back a laugh. Then, I said something I never expected to say.

"Would you like to have lunch with me on Friday?" I asked. "Do you have to work?"

"No, I'm off." He answered. "My plane is coming in so late, I'm just going to take the day off."

"Well, then," I continued, "do you want to come over for lunch..... say about noon?"

"Sure, yeah.... Okay." He said. 

"Danny," I said, in my best motherly tone, "now promise me you'll be there and you won't forget. I don't want to make a nice meal for us if you're not going to come."

"Mom," he said, laughing, "I'll be there, and I'll be on time. I promise."

"Honey," I replied, "I'm counting on this. There's something I want to talk to you about and I don't want to be stood up for lunch."

"Mother," Danny said, "is there something wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yes, of course," I answered, "I just want to run something by you..... you know, get your take on something. But it can wait until tomorrow if you promise you'll be there – no matter what else comes up."

"Yes, Mother!" He said, laughing into the phone. "I'll be there. Even if the flight is diverted and I have to walk hundreds of miles....... I'll be there at noon. I promise."

"Good." I said, smiling to myself. "Besides, it's been a while since we had lunch together. You can spend the night in your old room if you want to stay."

We said goodbye shortly after that, and then I thought about what I'd done. Whatever possessed me to invite him over tomorrow? Well, I knew damn well why I'd done it. I knew I was going to have to apologize for going through all his stuff – all his personal stuff, and I was hoping that the sooner I did it, the quicker it would be over. I didn't have any ulterior motives, I just wanted to make sure he'd let me apologize and explain. 

I went back to my house cleaning and went from room to room finishing everything that needed to be done. About 4:00 PM, I put on a bra and my shorts and went grocery shopping for him. I was back by 5 and the only thing left to do was to finish in his bedroom. Since I knew there was no way I could get all the clothes and panties put back exactly the way they were, I decided to organize his drawers and his closets my way. So, lugging up the piles of clean clothes from the kitchen, I laid everything out on the bed, and pulled open all his drawers. 

I made the decision to use his lingerie chest the way it was intended to be used. So, very methodically, I sorted out everything that could be considered lingerie, with the exception of my dirty panties, which I left in the plastic bin. 

I separated all the panties first by type, then by color. I folded each one like I fold my own, and carefully arranged each drawer so the panties overlapped. This way, when he opened each drawer, he'd be able to see the material, type and color of each panty. 

I put his normal clothes in his dresser, and in his closet, refolding and re-hanging everything so it all looked great. I gathered up all his DVDs and arranged them alphabetically on the shelf and I went through each of his plastic bins and found a place for everything. All of his pornography, lingerie and nasty stuff was in his ex-wife's closet, and all his normal clothes were in his drawers and in his own closet. By the time I was done, I was extremely proud of what I'd done and everything looked picture perfect. 

When it got to be 8:00 PM, I made him one of his favorite dinners, Beef Stroganoff, and put it in his refrigerator so he could warm it up in the microwave when he got home. By the time I finished his dinner and had cleaned the kitchen again, it was almost 9:30 and finding nothing more to do, I reached into the dishwasher and took out his toy cock and took it back upstairs to his bathroom. Not wanting to stick it back on the shower wall, I found a clean hand towel and laid it out on the vanity in his bathroom and simply set the cock down there. He'd figure it out.

I went back down to the kitchen, found some note paper and started to write him a note. By the time I was done, it was two pages. I began by telling him what I'd done in the kitchen and how I arranged his cabinets. I mentioned that I'd done his grocery shopping and there was dinner for him in the refrigerator. I explained what I did in each of the other rooms, except his bedroom, and tried my best to explain where I put things. All that took the full two pages and when I was done with it, I signed it, "Mom", and I set it on the counter where I knew he'd see it as soon as he came in.

Then, I started a second note which I would put in an envelope and leave on top of his bed. 

"My Dearest Danny," I began, "I'm sure by the time you read this note you'll be seething mad at me, but, I hope you'll let me explain before you disown me and curse me until the day I die." 

I took great pains to be clear in my note. I told him it wasn't my initial intention to snoop in his stuff and invade his privacy. I explained how I found his house in disarray and thought it would be nice to surprise him by cleaning it up while he was gone. I begged him not to be embarrassed, feel humiliated, or be mad at me. I told him how much I loved him, and added there was nothing I either saw, or found, that changed any of that. 

I went into detail about how I washed his panties and rearranged his room. I explained what I did with his lingerie chest, and I made sure I didn't use any words that made it seem like I was condemning him, or finding fault. I told him I knew he was an adult, and he didn't need to explain or justify anything to me. I poured my heart out to my son – telling him I understood how hard it was to be alone – without anyone, and I told him I was sorry for discovering his DVDs and all the panties, but, I hoped we could both be adult enough to get beyond it, and not let it affect us. I spoke from my heart - as clear and as precise as I could. 

The hardest part for me to write concerned the plastic bin that contained several pairs of my worn panties, which he obviously stole from my own laundry hamper at home. I sat and thought about it for a long time before I wrote that part, and, just when I was about to start writing, I decided to make a peace offering...... so to speak...... hoping it would help smooth things over.

I took the panties I'd worn yesterday, and put them in the bin along with the ones he'd taken from me. I'd gotten the idea from the DVD I watched – the interview with the mother and how she said she gave her son her panties, and how it was the turning point between them. So, hoping it would be a meaningful gesture to my son, I did the same, leaving him my panties and knowing..... maybe even hoping, he might use them the next time he masturbated.

And so, I began to write......

"Lastly, I want you to know I'm not upset with you for taking my panties. If anything, it flatters me to know a woman of my age can still interest a man. You'll never know how much that does for my ego, Danny. 

So, Son, I don't want you to be embarrassed or feel awkward about anything. And, if you can forgive me for the way I snooped in your room and invaded your privacy, I'll forgive you for taking my panties. I've even placed a new pair in the plastic bin for you – the ones I wore yesterday while I cleaned your house. They are yours to keep now, and you don't need to return any of them. All I ask is that you think about everything I've said in this note, and forgive me the same way I've already forgiven you. 

I love you, son. Please don't ever forget that. 

Love, Mom.

PS, I slept in your bed last night after I changed the sheets. I took a shower before I went to bed, so they should still be fresh. Sleep well, and I'll see you for lunch tomorrow. Don't forget you promised me you'd be there.

PPS, I had to borrow a pair of your panties to wear home. I'll give them back to you tomorrow and you can throw them in your wash when ever you get around to it, or, put them in the bin with the others. They are yours, so do with them what you want."

I read the note back from the beginning, and I felt good that I hadn't been mean or cruel in anything I said. Hopefully, the last part would help him get over his anger and he'd find it in his heart to forgive me. 

I had to admit to myself that despite my initial disgust with what I found in his bedroom, my interest in my son's panty fetish and his incestuous interests, had peaked my curiosity and every moment brought me closer and closer to a point where I knew I'd admit to myself, and to him, that I wanted to explore it with him – just like in the DVD I watched. It was a shameful thing to face, I knew that – but, there was a part of me very willing to go down this path, and I knew that with a little urging, and with the right signals from my son, I'd willingly do it. And silently, I prayed he'd go down the path with me.     

To be continued. 



Mommy’s Panties Ch. 02



It was 10:30 PM before I finally left my son's house. His plane would be arriving about the same time I pulled my car into the garage at my own house, and he'd be on his way home shortly there after. By my best estimates, within the next hour and a half, he'd be mad at hell as me. 

Hopefully, though, his anger would be a smidge less when he read the note I left for him on the counter in his kitchen, and then be a lot less when he read the note I left on his bed. 

I tried to put myself in his place and think how I'd feel if I was him and it wasn't a pretty picture. I'd gone through my son's personal belongings – his drawers, his closets, his clothes – literally everything he had. I discovered his panties, my panties, my panties soaked with his dried cum, his silicone cock toy, and his stash of incest DVDs packed with all kinds of mother-son panty movies. 

I dare say – he was not going to be a happy camper once he realized what I'd done.

But, as I explained in the note I left for him, it wasn't my intent to do all that. I was simply trying to do him a favor by cleaning his house while he was away, and I stumbled on all the panties. Then, I found the rest of it. I didn't go there with the notion to snoop or to assault his personal life. I was just trying to do something nice for my son, that's it. 

I thought the note I left on his bed made a pretty good case for forgiveness, and in my stomach, I felt like I had a pretty good chance. I'd know for sure tomorrow if he showed up for lunch like he promised me on the phone.

I already decided I'd play it by ear tomorrow if he did come. I'd just play dumb, we'd have lunch and I'd ask him about his business trip and we'd be done with it. I had no intention of bringing up the panties, his shower cock toy, or any of the rest of it. If he brought it up, that would be a different story, but I wasn't going to do it. I didn't want him to think I loved him any less tomorrow than I did last week and so, I'd just keep quiet unless he brought it up.

Of course, in my notes, I didn't mention the fact that I'd watched one of his "Mommy's Panties" DVDs and masturbated on his bed, or that I got so wet watching it I leaked all over his sheets when I climaxed....... and I didn't tell him I used his cock toy in the shower not only in my pussy, but also in my ass. No, I didn't tell him any of that, and the reason I didn't was because I didn't think he needed to know. I surely wasn't going to ask him about his personal sexual activities, although once I found my sperm soaked panties in his bedroom, I had a pretty darn good idea what they were.

But, tomorrow would tell. If he showed up, then I guess it meant he forgave me. If he didn't, I'd have to do some groveling and try to patch things up because I wasn't going to live the rest of my life with a broken heart, or, with a broken hearted son.

I was sitting on my bed, thinking about how it might play out tomorrow. Just then, the phone rang. It was after 11, and the ring startled me. I was surprised to find it was Danny. His plane had gotten in early and he was almost at his house. But, he'd been bothered all day by my phone call this morning and was worried something was wrong.

"If you're still up, why don't I come by now?" He suggested. "I'm only fifteen minutes away. Is that okay?"

Wow, I wasn't ready for this. He was going to come here instead of going to his own house? 

"Sure," I agreed, "have you eaten?" 

"Nah," he replied, "but I'm not hungry."

"That's a lie." I answered. "Come on over and I'll find something for you to eat, then we can talk. You're always welcome here – any time, day or night, you know that."

After we hung up, I began to panic. Could I look him in the eyes when I saw him? Would I be able to see my son without wondering if he's wearing boxers or panties under his trousers? Maybe even wearing my panties under his trousers?

But as I thought about it, maybe this was good – maybe him coming here would give me a chance to ask a few subtle questions. Then, before I could stop myself, I got a more devious idea....... maybe this would give me a chance to actually see how interested he was in my panties, and in me.

I felt a squishy feeling between my legs and I ran into my bedroom, stripped off my shorts and pulled off the panties I borrowed from him house. Quickly, I started to throw them in my clothes hamper and then I realized I couldn't do that because he might come check my dirty clothes looking for panties to steal – and he'd find them! I sure as hell didn't want him to find a pair of panties at my house which he knew should be at his house. 

So, I stuffed those panties under my pillow and went to my lingerie drawer for a fresh pair and then I realized I couldn't do that either! If I was really going to gauge his interest in my panties, I couldn't do it with fresh panties. Thinking fast, I looked down into my hamper and found the panties I wore the day before yesterday and looked down inside them. Fortunately, they were clean enough to wear again, so I slipped them on, and then made sure I pushed the crotch panel up between my pussy lips so they'd be fragrant and start to get moist. I wanted them to be insanely irresistible for him.

Then, taking my plan further in my head, I reached into my dirty clothes hamper and pulled everything out, dumping it all on the floor of my bedroom. Carefully, I looked through the pile and counted how many panties were in there. Then I arranged the pile in a way that clearly showed there were panties mixed in amongst the other clothes. I stood back and looked at the beginnings of my devious trap, and I smiled a mischievous grin. But, this would be just a part of how I'd temp him. The second part would be even more enticing and the third part should send a clear message to him – a message he'd understand better once he got home and read my note. 

My mind was firmly made up. And without another thought, or an ounce of guilt, I promised myself I'd give my son a night to remember – a panty night to remember, courtesy of his mother. 

I could feel the wetness building inside my pussy. Standing there in my bedroom, knowing full well what I was about to do, and how it might affect him, I lowered my hand down to my crotch and ran my fingers up and down the pantied crease between my pussy lips. "Yes!" I moaned in satisfaction. I was getting wet. Abundantly wet. I could feel it starting to saturate the material of my panties and without giving it a second thought, I rubbed myself for several seconds, forcing more of the panty's crotch panel between my lips and directly into the seeping wetness of my vagina. 

"These," I said to myself, "will probably push him over the edge when he finds them."

I heard his knock on the door as I was standing there touching myself. I reached for my shorts, pulled them up my legs and stepped back into my sandals. I quickly checked myself in the mirror and then grinned cleverly as I went to let him in. This elaborate plot, if I pulled it off, would allow him to be alone with several pairs of my panties, including the ones I was wearing now. If it all went according to plan, he'd have a good fifteen or twenty minutes alone with them, making it easy for him to enjoy himself. If the way I was leaking was any indication, they'd be a dripping mess by the time he got them.

I arrived at the door just as he was about to knock again. As usual, he hugged me as he came through the door. But this time, his hug felt different to me. With what I now knew about him, and what I was going to do tonight, I found it hard to hug him in a motherly way.

"Come on," I said, stepping away from his hug, "let's see what we can find in the kitchen for you to eat." 

"Mom," he replied, "you don't need to do this. I'm not hungry."

"No more of that, Danny." I said, shaking my finger at him. "It won't take long and you need to eat something." Then, I paused for a minute and said, "Besides, you know I'd do anything for you. Don't ever forget that, sweetheart."

He smiled sweetly at me and then I said, "How about a scrambled egg sandwich? Will that hold you over for a while?"

I knew he'd love that idea. They were one of his favorites – I even taught Emily how to make it for him, just the way he liked it. But, since their divorce, I doubt he'd had very many. His eyes lit up and he came over toward me, saying, "I miss those, you know."

Seeing a chance to send him a subtle message, I replied, "I bet you do, buster." Then, looking up at him and squinting my eyes, I smiled and added, "And, if you don't come over more often so I can make them for you, you're going to be in big trouble. You're not too big for me to pull your undies down and give you a good spanking, you know!"

Danny smiled and put his hands on his hips. "Well, I wouldn't want that!" He said, laughing.

So, continuing my kidding tone, I said, laughing with him, "Grown man, or not – you better listen to your mother or face the consequences, kiddo. I wouldn't think twice about spanking your bare butt and making you stand in the corner."

Danny laughed, and I didn't take it any further, especially since I knew what I had planned for him tonight. Then, he'd go home and see what I'd done at his house, read my notes and realize I knew his secrets. Tonight I would plant the seeds in his head which I hoped would grow into something special between us.

I busied myself with his beloved scrambled egg sandwich while we made small talk. He stood beside me and told me about the obnoxious woman he sat next to on the plane, and how she talked endlessly about her stupid job, her stupid boss and her stupid customers. As we chatted, it was more like we were friends joking around with each other and I let him talk, looking over at him to smile and laugh.

When I finished making his sandwich, I knew it was time to put my plan into action. I felt a flutter in my stomach, and wondered if I had the nerve to go through with everything I had planned. In any event, it was time start the ball rolling.

Setting the sandwich down on my kitchen table, I looked up at my son and said, "Danny, would you mind terribly if I went to take a shower while you eat? I've been cleaning house all day and I feel grimy."

"Sure, go ahead." He said, pouring himself a glass of milk. 

"You don't have to run off right away, do you?" I asked. "I have to wash my hair and shave my legs – it might take me a few minutes. Do you mind?"

Pulling out a chair and sitting down in front of his sandwich, he answered, "Naw, go ahead. I don't have to be anywhere."

I leaned down and kissed his cheek as he started to take a bite. Then, ruffling his hair like I used to do when he was nine, I told him to make himself at home. 

I walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs, down the hall and into my bedroom with a grin on my face bigger than Rohde Island. Butterflies filled my stomach as I put my panty plan in play. 

First, I went to my dresser, looking for the "World's Best Mom" sleepshirt one of the kids bought me years and years ago. It had a design on the front along with the words "World's Best Mom", but the back was plain white. The thing about this sleepshirt was - it was made of t-shirt material, and it had been worn and washed hundreds of times. It was so thin, I quit wearing it because it wasn't decent any more. And that's exactly why I wanted it now.

Next, I went to my lingerie drawer and pulled out my hot pink bikini panties, the ones with the tiny rows of ruffles all across the back side. They fit me tightly, and that's the exact look I wanted. These panties would definitely show through the back of the sleepshirt, and he'd have no trouble making out the ruffles across my butt, either. From the front, though, he'd never notice a thing. It would be excellent eye candy for him.

The only draw back to this sleepshirt was going to be my breasts. Because it was so thin, my breasts, and in particular - my nipples, would be clearly visible to him. Well, since I was absolutely sure he'd seen his wife's nipples and the nipples of other females, and he knew I was a female, he'd have to expect I had nipples, too. Right? 

That solved the nipple problem.

Next, I went into my bathroom and laid the clean, pink panties out in the middle of the counter top, between the two sinks where they'd be plainly obvious to anyone that came into that bathroom. Then, I reached into the drawer under the counter, found my hair scissors, and pulled open the cabinet for a new razor. Looking around to see if I had everything ready, I went to the next step of my tantalizing panty plan.

I couldn't believe I was getting ready to do what I was going to do. It was shameful, disgraceful and appalling, but, it was necessary if my plan was going to work like I hoped. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my shirt over my head and laid it on the bed, and then quickly pulled my shorts off and put it with my shirt. Standing there in my bra and panties, I turned to look at myself in the full length mirror. I could see the crotch of my panties were still creased up between my pussy lips, but, I wanted it to be more pronounced – I wanted it to be immediately noticeable and unforgettable to my son. When he saw me, I wanted the vision of my panties pushed up between my labia to be burned into his brain for ever and ever.

Reaching down, I rubbed myself a few times to make the crease bigger. In doing so, I found the crotch of my panties were sopping wet from the anticipation of this moment, and the moment when he found them. The excitement that swarmed over me at that second was incredibly intense, and it acted like a drug to block my inhibitions, giving me strength to do what I had to do next.

Checking my hair and the way I looked one more time, I walked to the doorway of my room and peeked down the hall toward the steps leading down to the landing just outside the kitchen. After listening for a second, and making sure he was still sitting at the kitchen table eating his sandwich, I stepped out into the hall and walked all the way to the top of the stairs dressed only in my bra and panties.

"Danny?" I called.

I was just about to call his name a second time when he appeared through the doorway from the kitchen and looked directly up the stairs – right at me. 

"Mom!" He exclaimed after a brief second, and then ducked back inside the kitchen. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you weren't dressed."

"I thought you were just going to yell up to me from the table." I replied, acting surprised and embarrassed. I paused for a second, and then added, "There's no one here but you and me, so who cares. Come on out."

Slowly, my son crooked his head around the door frame and looked up at me. "Oh, please......" I said derisively, putting my hands on my hips and making a face at him, "don't be so melodramatic. It's no different than a bathing suit, Sweetheart."

Danny finally came out and looked up at me. I didn't want this to last too long, so as soon as he came out I said, "There's a bottle of my favorite white wine lying on its side in the refrigerator. When you're done eating, would you mind pouring me a glass and brining it up? It should be cold enough by now. Pour yourself one, too."

It was like he was frozen. His eyes were focused directly on my crotch. Immediately, I got a surge of excitement that zapped me like a thousand little pin pricks all over my body as I stood there letting him look at my creased panties. It was a magnificent feeling, mixed with a sting of terror, to stand there and allow my son to stare at the object of his fascination. Even more so when I knew he'd have his chance to actually hold these same panties in his hands in just a few minutes. 

"Yeah...... uh.... I mean, yes." He answered in a daze. "In the refrigerator. The wine. Okay."

Knowing I'd gotten the exact reaction I was looking for, I thanked him nonchalantly, turned around and unceremoniously strolled back to my bedroom. Once inside, I gasped for breath and put my hands in front of my mouth so I wouldn't scream. 

"No!" I admonished myself. "I didn't do that! Tell me I didn't just do that!" 

But, I did. And, I knew I'd just set in motion a chain of events I'd have a hard time backing out of, now. Do or die, it was time for the next step.

Leaving the door to my bedroom completely open, I faced the door, reached around, and unhooked my bra. I had no idea if Danny was in the process of pouring the wine and bringing it up at this exact second, or, if he was still eating his sandwich. It didn't matter to me because my mind was made up. Sliding the bra down my arms and away from my chest, I laid it on top of my shirt and shorts, and then I casually put my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and quickly drew them down my legs. 

Acting as if I wasn't in any hurry at all, I remained facing the opened door and took my time folding my sodden panties in half and then tossing them on top of my bra, and the rest of the clothes I'd just been wearing. Then, as though I didn't have a care in the world, I slowly strolled into the bathroom – leaving that door open, too, and turned the shower on. 

When I hatched my plan, I knew there had to be a sense of realism to the way I was setting all this up. So, if he came up with the wine right away, I'd act appropriately 'embarrassed' and 'surprised' when he caught me naked, but, it was too risky just to loiter in my room naked, waiting for him to come up. He'd get suspicious if he came up ten minutes from now and saw I hadn't gotten in the shower yet. I said I was going to take a shower, wash my hair and shave my legs, and that's what I was going to do. More or less. 

As the water ran, I picked up the scissors and my razor, and, I was about to step into the shower when I figured I better make something of an effort to close the bathroom door, or at least swing it closed against the latch. I opted for the latter; leaving the door opened a fraction of an inch, hoping it would provide him a little enticement further along in my plan.

Stepping into the shower, I quickly set to work with the scissors. Grabbing handful after handful of my unkept pubic hair, I pulled it away from my body and cut it as close to the skin as I could. The frosted glass shower doors wouldn't allow him to see anything except a flesh colored blob behind the glass, so there's no way he'd be able to tell what I was doing, other than standing there. So, I kept on – snipping and trimming until I'd cut away all the long hairs between my legs and let it wash down the drain.

It had been a while since I'd trimmed myself. With no man in my life since my divorce, there was no need to keep myself attractive down there, so I just let it grow. But now, it was crucial to parts of my plan to be hairless – just like the actors on his DVDs, so I began the task of shaving myself. I took extra care not to nick my pussy, rinsing the razor after each swipe. Shaving my pussy in the shower was a bit more difficult than doing it in a bath tub, but I'd done it before. I kept glancing through the opaque shower doors, wondering if Danny had made his way upstairs with my wine yet. Actually, to be more truthful, I was wondering if he'd come across the pile of dirty clothes in the middle of my floor with the cleverly hidden panties, or if he'd seen the make-shift pile of clothes on the bed – the ones I just took off with the wringing wet panties he'd seen me in.     

I knew there was no way be wouldn't be affected by the things I'd do tonight. I'd already let him see me in my bra and panties. There were several pairs of worn panties in the pile on the floor, and the panties on the bed were so wet, they actually felt heavy in my hands. Plus, I set my new panties out on the counter of the bathroom, and I was taking a shower with the door open. That should be enough to get his motor running.




Mommy’s Panties Ch. 02



It didn't take me long to finish shaving my puss, and despite doing it in the shower, I'd done a good job and it felt nice to be pretty down there again. I hoped my son would appreciate it, too. 

Shaving my legs only took a few minutes. I can do that with my eyes closed by now, and, as I checked my shins and calves for stubble, it felt nice to be doing this – preparing myself to be seen in a feminine way by a man; by my son.

I set the razor aside and reached for my apricot shampoo. Loading my palms up with enough shampoo for my long, brown hair, I brought my hands to my head and began to breathe in the luxuriating scent as the lather grew and grew. With my back to the water and my head tilted forward, I scrubbed my hair as I wondered what Danny was doing. I'd been in the shower at least ten minutes by now – surely enough time for him to finish his sandwich, open the wine bottle and bring me a glass of wine.

No sooner than I had this thought, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Mom?" Danny said through the small opening. "I've got your wine."

"What?" I called out loudly, as if I didn't hear him. 

What I wanted him to do was push the door open so he could see the pink panties on my counter top and figure out on his own they were the ones I was planning to wear after my shower. Plus, letting him see my naked form behind the frosted glass wouldn't hurt, either. 

He spoke louder this time. "I've got your wine." He said. Then he asked, "Where do you want me to put it?"

I had to be careful here. I needed a way to accomplish three things in the couple of minutes, but, they had to seem 'spur of the moment' or he'd start to see through my plan.

"In here is fine." I replied, a little louder than I needed to. "Just put it down by the sink." 

He'd have to push the door open and walk into the bathroom in order to do it. When he did, I knew he'd look at the shower to see if he could see me – that was just human nature. I knew he couldn't see anything specific, except a nebulous flesh colored form, but, I bent over as close to the door as I could, letting my breasts swing down below my chest thinking he'd might be able to make out what he was looking at.

Turning my head, I could see well enough through the door from my side to know he was standing at the counter, probably looking down at the frilly panties I was going to put on. For a second, I wondered what was going on in his mind, and if he'd be able to withstand the pressure I was heaping on him.

Just as I saw he was leaving the bathroom, I yelled out, "Danny!" 

"I'm right here." My son answered. "I was just leaving."

"Oh, sorry! I thought you were gone." I said, then continuing, I added quickly, "Would you mind handing me the wine so I can take a sip?" I asked. "I can't step out right now, I've got shampoo all over me." 

It was true. I had shampoo heaped all over my head and it was running down my body, front and back. When he didn't answer immediately, I said, "I'll just stick my hand out. Can you hand it to me?"

"Yeah," he answered, "Okay."

Now, one of he interesting things about these frosted shower doors is that if you press against it, they become almost translucent. As long as you don't touch the glass, it does a good job of providing privacy, but once you touch it, someone on the other side could see fairly well. Knowing that, it played into my plan perfectly.

"Just hold on a second so I don't embarrass myself." I replied. Then, pressing my body up against the glass, as if I was using it as a shield to protect my modesty, I pulled the door open just enough to stretch my arm through. I made sure my breasts and hips were touching the glass and I knew he'd be able to see the fullness of my breasts and my dark nipples clearly, as well as the absence of hair between my legs. Maybe, if I was lucky, he'd be able to make out my vagina and see the outline of my pussy lips, too. 

"I've got soap in my eyes." I said, wiggling my outstretched hand, waiting for him to put the wine glass in it.

"Here." I heard him say, and then a second later, I felt his fingers graze against mine and he pressed the glass into my hand. 

"Thanks." I said, pulling the wine glass into the shower with me. "Hold on a second, I'll hand it right back. I just wanted a sip."

To make it look like I was struggling with a head full of lather and a wine glass, I arched my back away from the frosted door so I could take a sip. In doing that, my pelvis pressed against the glass even tighter and I knew he'd be able to see the slit of my pubic mound. I took a sip of the cool wine, and then a much bigger gulp, almost emptying the wine glass and then handed it back out to him and quickly closed the door.

"A sip, huh?" He said to me. "It's almost gone, Mom."

"Well, I was thirsty." I said back to him. "Do you mind topping it off when you get a chance? There's no hurry, but, I'd like some more while I'm drying my hair."

Trying to think of a reason to keep him in there with me for as long as possible, I asked, "Did you have some?"

"Yes, I poured myself a glass, too." He replied. "It's pretty good. You have excellent tastes in wine."

"Hey, Sweetheart?" I called out.

"Could you do me a favor?" I asked. "Kind of help save me some time?"

"Of course, Mom." He said.

"There's a pile of dirty clothes on my floor. They need to go down to the laundry room. Can you just take them down and toss them on the floor next to the washer for me?" I asked. 

"Oh, sure." He answered. "No problem."

Then, wiping the shampoo from my face quickly, I slid the frosted door open enough to stick my head out and then leaned into it again.

He was about to leave, and I caught him just as he was reaching for the door knob.

"Can I have the wine again?" I asked. When he turned to look at me, I smiled and tilted my head in a cute way. "Might as well finish it off." I added.

He handed me the wine glass, and shook his head as he smiled at me. I drank the rest of it as he stood no more than two feet from me. Taking the last swallow, I handed him the empty wine glass and pushed my breasts tightly against the frosted shower door.

"Hey, can you also get those clothes on the bed and take them down, too?" I asked him, adding, "Pretty please?"

Danny told me he would and then turned to leave. 

"Leave the door open a little, would you?" I called out as I closed the shower door. "The fan is broken and I'm starting to get hot. I need a little cool air in here."

I waited just a second and then I yelled out, "And, don't forget my wine, Sweetheart."

I bent my head under the running water and thought about what I'd just done. Effectively, I'd just exposed myself to my son. I knew he'd be able to get glimpses of my body if I pressed against the frosted glass, so what I did was no accident. I did it on purpose – I wanted to tease him, I wanted him to see my nipples and I wanted him to see I was clean shaven down there, just like the actors in his DVDs. 

Like I said – I was going to make this a night to remember for him. 

I rinsed my hair twice and let the conditioner sit while I washed my body. Pretty soon, I was done and ready to get out. I slid open the shower door just enough to see if he'd brought back my wine glass, but, he hadn't. The bathroom door was open about an inch – a perfect set up for the next phase of my plan.

Determined to take this as far as I could without doing anything completely obvious, I turned the water off and slid the shower door all the way open and stood there in plain sight of the opened door. Reaching to the towel rack, I bent over and wrapped my wet hair in a towel. Then, ignoring the fact that the bathroom door was open, I stepped out on the bath mat and took my time drying my body. I don't usually use the after bath spray I keep on the counter, but, I did this time. Just a touch between my breasts.

As I took my time, I thought about all the things Danny could be doing right now. Maybe he was behind the door, watching me – staying out of sight, but looking through the crack at his naked mother. The idea of it excited me to no end. But, what excited me more was the thought of my son with those sopping wet panties. Did he have them in his hand right now? Was he sniffing them? Was he sucking or licking them? Did he have them wrapped around his cock and was he masturbating feverishly? 

So far, my plan was going fine. I was sure he hadn't put all the coincidences together – at least not yet. He had no idea all these seemingly accidental things were really a setup for his benefit. I'm sure he just thought he'd had some extremely good luck tonight, but, I wasn't done yet. My goal was to drive him into total mother and panty overload. 

Of course, I'd given some thought to how it might end tonight and I came up with two possible ways it could end. First, I'd tease him incessantly and he'd go home tonight with a throbbing erection and a matching desire to take care of it, and I really liked that idea – it would take some of the bite out of his anger when he found out what I'd done at his house. Then later, he'd see my notes and think about what happened tonight and probably put it all together. He'd realize I set him up tonight, and that could make our conversation tomorrow a lot easier for him to bear.

Or, the other way it could end was, I'd tease him incessantly and he'd end up staying here for the night and then I'd treat him to a lot more teasing, a lot more eye candy and then I'd have to decide how much further to take it. Eventually, he'd have to go home, I knew that, and when he did I knew he'd be smart enough to add it all up.

Banking on the fact he was probably busy jerking himself off in the laundry room with my panties right now, I confidently opened the bathroom door all the way and walked out into my bedroom. Sure enough, both piles of my dirty clothes were gone. I giggled to myself, visualizing my son leaning up against the washing machine – holding himself up with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. I could probably sneak down there quietly and creep up on him and watch, but, I wanted him to have some quality time and really enjoy the nice presents I gave him. So, I was content to stick to my plan and move to the next tease.

I needed to dry my hair, and any other time, I'd do it in my underwear, or naked. But, I wanted to use the opportunity to tease him some more. It was still too warm and humid in the bathroom after my shower, so, reaching in to pick up my ruffled panties from the bathroom counter, I walked again to the center of my bedroom, faced the door and stood there naked and hairless. If he came up – fine. I'd just make the excuse that I was finished drying off and ready to get dressed and he'd pass it off as purely another coincidence.

I stood there for a minute in my nakedness and listened closely for any sounds from down stairs, but there was nothing. What was he doing down there? My fingers dropped to my pussy and I began to slowly rake my fingertips through my smooth lips and around my clit. I closed my eyes, wishing he'd come up the stairs right now and see me touching myself; wishing he'd stand in the doorway and watch me. And, as this nasty thought made its way through my head, I got bolder – and still with my eyes closed, I dipped my finger into my pussy, feeling the warm, slippery wetness engulf first one, and then two fingers. 

I kept it up, touching myself for three or four minutes, hoping I'd open my eyes and he'd be standing there, maybe with my wet panties held to his nose, or even better, maybe he'd be masturbating. I clinched my eyes shut for another few seconds and then opened them suddenly after making a special wish he'd be standing there, but, he wasn't. 

I was a little sad, but, there was still so much more to do to him. I'd only barely gotten started.

To be continued.