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The Panty Sniffer

By: tv46



Please enjoy this work of fiction. Mom's panty sniffing son is the youngest of the characters, and is nineteen years old. A special thanks to StoryPal, an excellent volunteer editor —Taylor VanCannon.

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

"I'm home," Darcy shouted, hearing Derrick in the shower, "Leave some hot water for me."

"Okay," he shouted back, "I'll be out in a minute."

Darcy stripped off her gym suit and put on a terry robe. She loved her job as a personal trainer, even though starting at six in the morning would not have been her first choice. Her clients were women in their late thirties and early forties, trying to fend off the inevitable.

Derrick came out wrapped in a towel, "It's all yours."

Darcy looked at her scrawny brother and suppressed a giggle. A full head shorter than Derrick, she was trim and pretty sure her muscle mass was greater than her younger brother's. "You should come to the gym, I could put some muscle on you."

Derrick laughed. That was the last thing he was interested in doing. "I'll pass. You hungry?"

"Sure."

"I'll fix us a sandwich, come on down when you're finished."

He closed the door to his room and dropped the towel. Standing in front of the mirror he looked himself over. He didn't have much muscle on him, but that never bothered him. He mostly hung out with the nerds at school, and they certainly didn't care. Maybe he should consider taking Darcy up on her offer.

He reached into his drawer for clean boxers. What the fuck, he thought, eyeing the red panties. He picked them up and immediately felt their wetness. He looked around the room, uneasy about what was going on. He halfway expected somebody to jump out and punk him.

Fuck, he thought. This can't be a coincidence. He brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. They smelled familiar, and fresh, but were a little different than the black pair he just used to jack off. Who did they belong to? Darcy was the only one in the house, but why would she leave him a pair of her panties?

He tossed them on the bed and got dressed, unable to comprehend how they got into his drawer. Were they already there when he woke up? He picked them up again and ran his fingers over the crotch, resisting the urge to take another sniff. They felt slightly warm. They had to be fresh. He put them back in his drawer, hiding them under his boxers and headed downstairs.

He had sandwiches, chips and drinks on the table when Darcy got downstairs. Her short red hair hung straight and limp, still damp from her shower. A three-quarter tee left her midriff bare, exposing her tight abs. Her tiny breasts barely made a dent under the loose fitting tee, but it did show off the hard points of her nipples.

"Dig in," he said, motioning to the food.

"You're in a good mood," she said, "You look like the cat that just ate the canary."

He was taken aback by her response. Did she know something? Were those her panties? "Just glad to be done with school for the summer, it was a real grind."

"How hard could it be?" she asked, "it's supposed to be in the top ten party schools in the country."

He laughed out loud. "Maybe, but not for me. I busted my ass just to stay afloat."

"What's the matter, no girlfriends?"

"Nope, no time. Besides, it's not like any girls are knocking on my door."

Darcy laughed. "True, maybe you'll take me up on the personal training. I can get you in shape, you know, for the girls."

"Not my thing. I'm happy with the way things are."

"Really?" she asked, "When was the last time you got laid?"

"Darcy!" he exclaimed, blushing, "I'm not going to answer that."

"Lighten up," she said, exasperated, "I'm just messing with you."

"Is that what the little surprise was in my drawer?"

"Huh?"

"Don't play stupid, I know what you did."

She had no idea was he was talking about, but thought it would be fun to play along. He could be so naive. "Busted," she confessed, "So, what did you think?"

"Cute, but what did you think I would do with a pair of your dirty panties?"

She paused, trying to piece together what he was talking about. "Did you like them?" she asked, stalling for time.

"That's beside the point," he said, "what possessed you do that, especially today?"

"What's special about today?" she said, hoping for more information. 

He hesitated, she couldn't have known what he did earlier, nobody could have known. For some reason, the thought of a nanny cam flashed through his mind. No, there was no way there were cameras in the house. There was no video. "Nothing. Forget about it." 

"Come on, tell me," she demanded, "it's the least you could do for your big sister. You liked the panties, right?"

"How did you know that?"

She decided to take a wild stab. "All guys fantasize about sniffing their sister's panties. It's part of growing up." Derrick's initial blush turned to a beet red. Darcy had hit a nerve and knew she was on to something. "You can tell me, did you take a whiff?"

He stammered, "No... I mean... maybe... I was confused about whose they were."

"Why would you be confused, who else would have done it?"

"Well, I guess..." he let his thought drift off.

"Come on, you're hiding something, spill your guts."

"Darcy, it's embarrassing, can't you just let this go."

"Let me guess, you've already been sniffing my panties. Did you use them to jack off?"

"No, I never did that to you. Why would you even say that?"

"Because you've been sniffing somebody's panties and I want to know whose."

"Promise you won't tell?"

"Cross my heart."

"Okay, they were Mom's panties."

She didn't see that coming and took a moment to answer. "You dirty dog!"

"I know, I just couldn't help it."

"When did this start?"

"I don't know, maybe when I was a freshman in high school."

"And you've been doing it all this time?"

"No... No, only for a couple of years, then I stopped."

"So what happened, why did you fall off the wagon today."

"I don't know, it just happened. Seeing Mom in her bikini yesterday, then being alone in the house when I got up. It was a mistake."

"Maybe it was, but I've got some bad news for you. Those weren't my panties in your drawer."

"What! But... you said they were yours."

"No I didn't, I let you assume they were mine. I was just messing with you."

"Oh my God, do you think they were Mom's?"

"Maybe, why don't you show me?"

"Now?"

"Sure, don't you want to know?"

"I guess," he said, leading the way up to his bedroom. He pulled the red panties out from under his boxers and handed them to Darcy.

She held them up and stretched out the waistband. "Definitely too big for me."

"I don't get it, how did they get in my drawer?"

"Maybe they were there all along."

"No, I don't think so, they were still damp when I found them."

"Did Mom come home?"

"No, I would have seen her."

"Are you sure, maybe you were busy with her panties and didn't notice." He resented her implication, but realized it could have been a possibility. Taking his silence as a definite maybe, she pressed on. "Show me what you were up to." 

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, let's start with Mom's panties."

"The ones you're holding?"

"What other ones are there?"

"The pair I found in her hamper," he said reluctantly.

"Let's go," she said, taking him by the hand into her parent's bedroom closet. "Show me the panties you found."

He rummaged in the hamper and pulled out the stained skirt and blouse. "These weren't here before, where did they come from?"

"Don't ask me, you're supposed to be showing me the panties you used."

He reached back into the hamper and pulled out the black panties he had been sniffing earlier. "Here they are," he said, tossing them to Darcy.

"Fill me in on what happened."

"I sat in the recliner and used the panties to... Well, you know...get myself off."

"Slow down little brother, I want the details!"

"You want me to spell it out for you?"

"Absolutely!" Darcy said, "and don't skip over anything. You don't want me asking questions."

"Okay, you've pretty much guessed what happened anyway."

"Details..."

"I slipped my sweats off and lay back in the recliner and then pulled Mom's panties over my face."

"Nasty," Darcy said, "Show me."

"Darcy!"

"Don't be a baby, I've seen lots of cocks before. Besides, we still have to figure out how Mom's panties got into your drawer."

He was defeated, embarrassed at having been caught, by his older sister of all people. He dropped his sweats and boxers down to his ankles. 

Darcy gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth. His limp cock was huge, hanging straight down.

"What," he said, "you said you've seen plenty of cocks."

"Yeah," she said, almost whispering, "but never one that big."

"Really?"

"No girl has ever told you that before?"

"Well... No..."

"Don't tell me I'm the first girl to see your cock?"

"Now you're making fun of me. I thought you wanted to help me figure this out."

"I do," she said, "I'm sorry, I just didn't expect that. How about your friends, they've never said anything to you?"

"Why would they, it's not like I show it off."

"Nobody's seen it?" she asked, incredulously.

"I don't think so. Can we change the subject?"

"Sorry, get in the recliner and put Mom's panties on your face."

He obeyed her reluctantly, without any further resistance. He brought the black panties up to his nose, then changed his mind. "Give me the fresh ones?"

"You bad boy!" she said, handing him the red panties. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock, still shocked by its size. She resisted the urge to reach down and touch herself. He shifted in the chair, bringing her mind back into focus. "Were your eyes closed?"

"Probably," he said, "I can't remember for sure. I was concentrating on... getting off."

"Show me."

"Show you what?" he asked, knowing full well what she wanted to see, trying to postpone the inevitable.

"Take a whiff of her panties, then do it!" she commanded.

He stretched the red panties over his face and then lifted his soft cock from between his legs, flopping it onto his stomach. He gripped it loosely and gently stroked it while inhaling the fresh scent of his mother. The aroma was stronger this time, and the crotch didn't feel quite as sticky.

Darcy was amazed that his fist only covered about half of his soft cock. When he started, his fingers encircled his cock, but as it stiffened and grew thicker, it spread his fingers away from his thumb. She could feel herself getting wet as she watched him stroke himself.

"Do you want me jack off?" he asked.


The Panty Sniffer Ch. 02



Please enjoy the second chapter in this work of fiction. Mom's panty sniffing son is the youngest of the characters, and is nineteen years old. A special thanks to StoryPal, an excellent volunteer editor —Taylor VanCannon.

*****

Darlene texted Derrick: "Are you awake?"

The incoming text woke him up. He rolled over and picked up the phone, surprised to see it was his mother, especially after he avoided seeing her last night.

"I am now," he texted back. He briefly considered bringing up the panties, but quickly decided against it. After all, it was just Darcy's conjecture about what happened, there was no proof. He decided to approach it obliquely: "Are you coming home for lunch?" An innocent question, but dripping with innuendo if those were his mom's panties.

Her response was just as obtuse: "Would you like me to?"

His court again. Was she toying with him? Enough, he thought, and typed: "Do you want to watch again?" His finger hovered over the send button. He reread the sentence and wondered if there was anything offensive about it, in the unlikely event he was wrong. It would be difficult to explain, but not impossible. He pressed the send button.

He was shocked by her quick reply: "You got my little gift?"

He texted back a smiley face, nothing more.

Her reply: "Check the hamper, be home in twenty."

He decided to grab a quick shower and make sure there was no scent of Darcy left from yesterday. By the time he got out he was already hard, in anticipation of his mom's arrival. Sure enough, there was a pair of green panties in the hamper. He swapped the red panties that were in his drawer for the fresh green ones. They were just like the first pair, damp and very sticky.

When she walked into the bedroom, he was already in the recliner stroking his cock with the green panties stretched across his face.

"Looks like you did a pretty good job of figuring out what happened yesterday," she said as she approached the recliner, a wide grin on her face.

"I had a little help from Darcy," he said, pulling the panties down so he could see her.

"Darcy? Why?"

"I thought she was messing with me, putting her panties in my drawer. When I confronted her, she played along until she figured out that it must have been you. She even made me reenact everything that happened yesterday."

"Everything?"

"Everything," he said, suddenly proud of his cock, "When I saw her reaction, I figured that's how you must have reacted."

"You mean, to your..."

"Say it Mom! I mean, you're staring right at it."

She laughed, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you really do have an impressive cock."

"Thanks, I'm just now beginning to understand what's got you two so excited."

"Exactly what did Darcy do?"

"Well, she described what you must have done to get your panties so wet, and then told me she wanted to do the same thing."

"Oh, so did she sneak out and get herself off."

"She started to, but I asked her to stay so I could watch."

"Did she?"

"Yes, she stripped and fingered herself. It was the first time I've ever seen that. Hell, it was the first time I've seen a naked girl, except for pictures and videos."

"Do you want me to do that for you?"

"Will you?"

She moved slowly, sensuously, removing one item of clothing at a time. With just her panties left, she slid them down to her thighs, exposing her tuft of auburn curls. She reached for her crotch, weaving her fingers through her bush, then slipping one between the soft folds of her pussy lips. "Want a taste?" she said, to her wide eyed son, sliding her wet finger into his gaping mouth.

He sucked her finger clean, then asked, "Can I try that?"

She moved closer so he could reach her pussy. "Ohhh, that feels good, did Darcy show you how to do that, how to use your thumb like that?"

"Yes, and she also stroked my cock."

"Mmmm," she said, "I can do that." She wrapped her fingers around his monster, stroking it gently from top to bottom. She felt an orgasm rising within her as his thumb pushed against her little nub. Her lust for her son quickly erased whatever taboos lingered in her mind. She gasped for air as each flick of his thumb pushed her ever closer to the edge. She clenched her fingers around his cock, shrieking with pleasure as her orgasm hit and coursed through her rigid body.

"That was quick, even faster than Darcy," he said, pleased with his newfound skills.

"Mmmm, I guess I am just hornier than Darcy. Did she jack you off?"

"Yes."

"Did you make a mess, like yesterday."

"Nope, she let me finish in her mouth."

"Did she now? I guess she is a little more experienced than I thought."

"That's for sure, she's not a virgin like I am."

She raised an eyebrow before starting to speak.

"Don't give me that look."

"I sorry, it's just that I didn't expect that, especially with... well, you know..."

"A monster cock," he said, defiantly.

"I didn't mean to upset you, why don't you let me take care of you, you know, get you off. What would you like?"

"I'd like to lose my virginity."

"Ohhh," she said, "I don't think I'm the one that should do that. I mean, I'm flattered, but..."

"I understand Mom, I shouldn't have asked."

"What about Darcy, did you ask..."

"No, not exactly," he said, getting excited, "but I think she is going to let me finger her ass, just like she did to me,

"Oh," Darlene said, puzzled, "When did that happen, I mean... you just told me that she sucked you off."

"It was later, after you and Dad didn't come home. The subject of your panties came up again, and, well, you know..."

"No, tell me."

"Okay, but I don't want to get her in trouble."

"Don't worry. I'm not mad, just curious."

"Well, she taught me how to eat her pussy and then gave me a real blow job. She stuck her finger up my ass to make me cum. That was the best."

"Maybe you could show me what you learned," she said, half teasing him.

He jumped on that suggestion. "She promised to show me how to do a sixty-nine when she got home today. You could show me now."

She looked down at his hard cock, trying to imagine how she could fit that thing in her mouth. Just the thought of it got her wet again. She grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bed. "Let me do all the work, you just enjoy the view." She tossed a leg over his head and positioned her pussy just inches from his face. "Do you like that?"

"Oh God Mom, you look so hot, can I sniff your pussy?"

She eased back until she felt his nose against her, "Take a taste if you like."

His tongue probed between the lips of her cunt, tentatively, savoring the taste of what he had only smelled before. Eager for more, he wiggled his tongue up and down her gash. 

"That's great," she said, aroused by his soft tongue searching the crevices of her pussy, "but I'm supposed to be getting you off?"

"I know Mom, but let me do this just a little longer. Can I spread your cheeks?"

"You naughty boy. Do you want to see my asshole?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

He pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her tight rosebud, surrounded by her tiny red curls. He stared, mesmerized by the tight crinkly pucker.

She could just imagine what was going through his mind. His nasty request was certainly getting her aroused, to the point she thought she could cum again. "Mmmm, want to lick it?"

His tongue was instantly pressing against her tight entrance, tracing tiny circles around her little rosebud.

"Ohhh, baby, you're doing that so good. Do you want me to cum for you?"

"Yes," he said, enthusiastically.

"Reach around and rub my clit while you do that with your tongue."

Having practiced on Darcy, he easily found her tiny nub and rolled it from side to side with his thumb.

"Ahhh," she said, feeling another orgasm brewing just below the surface."

He flicked his tongue against her little pucker, rimming her tiny hole. He fought to stay connected to her as she bucked against him, so close to cumming.

"Ohhh, yes, switch to your finger. Shove it up my ass."

He pressed his thumb against her asshole, wet with his saliva, and pushed it in, wiggling it past her tight sphincter.

"Ohhh, Ohhh, Yes, Make me cum..."

He buried his thumb all the way into her ass as her body went rigid with an even more powerful orgasm.

She shrieked as waves of pleasure washed through her rigid body. 

When she went limp, he pulled his hands away and let her collapse on top of him, exhausted. 

He was so focused on getting her off, he'd completely forgotten about the promised blow job. That is, until he felt her face resting on his cock and her hair draped over his balls. He gently humped up against her, to bring her back to life.

She stirred, climbing off and laying down next to him, nuzzling his ear, "Are you ready for me to get you off?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm more than ready. But, first, could I just feel what it is like to have my cock inside you? Not to fuck you, but just to feel what it is like."

He said it so innocently, as though it was even possible. She pondered his request, trying to bring herself around to his way of thinking. Maybe if he didn't cum, then it wouldn't really be fucking, and his virginity would still be intact.

"Let me think about it," she said, straddling him and raising herself up on all fours. She felt his cock between her legs and maneuvered her hips so that her pussy lips hugged his monster. She shimmied her torso, jiggling her tits for him, then tossed her long red curls from side to side, dragging them across his face.

"Oh Mom, that feels so good, you're so wet." He raised his hands to her tits, gently massaging them, pinching her hard nipples

She continued sliding along the length of his cock, coating him with the juices flowing freely from her pussy. Arching her back, she was able to rake her clit along his cock, bringing her closer to yet another orgasm. After several trips up and down his cock, she scooted forward until she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. She hesitated, still unsure about taking him in.

"Mmmm," he whispered to her, realizing where she had stopped, "Please, just a little." He lifted his cock, hoping it would entice her to accept it.

Her judgement clouded by her own lust, she pushed back, just a little. She gasped as the head of his big cock stretched her open. God he was big.

"Oh Mom... It's so tight... Just a little more, please."

"No," she replied, "we can't go any farther. Just enjoy the moment, and then I'll blow you, just like you wanted."

"Okay Mom," he pleaded, "but it just feels so good, can't we just hold this a little longer?"

Her emotions were on overload, her mind telling her to get off of him, her body refusing to obey. As she grappled with her conundrum, perched on top of his cock, her legs began to weaken, along with her resolve. She was descending, ever so slightly, dropping down onto his cock, unable to counteract the unrelenting laws of gravity.

"Oh, yes, Mom, keep going," he pleaded, thinking she had changed her mind.

His cock was filling her, slowly, relentlessly. She could not deny her own needs any longer, she had to have that big cock inside her. Her ravenous lust for his cock left her incapable of any further resistance. She let gravity take over as she inched her way down his hard shaft. The sensation took her breath away.

"Ohhh, it feels so good Mom... Don't stop... It's better than having Darcy suck..." He was losing control and could feel an orgasm bubbling in his balls.

All her inhibitions evaporated as his monster cock snaked its way inside her. How was she going to stop? Did she want to stop? 

"Mom... I don't think I can hold back... I'm going to..."

She dropped down, hard, eager for the last few inches of his cock before she had to get off of him. 

"Mom..." 

Fuck! Too late. She felt him explode inside her. She raised herself to the top of his cock in a futile effort to jump off, then changed her mind and slid back down, overtaken by a sudden desire to extract every last drop of his cum. She felt herself rushing towards another orgasm as she frantically humped him.

He responded, thrusting up into her, pumping the remainder of his load into her. He pinched her hard nipples as she grunted loudly with each pounding thrust. His cock spent, he managed to stay hard until she finished, serving up the orgasm she so desperately sought. He watched her face contort as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook her.

Spent, she collapsed onto his chest, his softening cock still buried deep inside her. She tried to speak, but her breathing was too labored to get the words out.

"Shhh," he whispered, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Did you like it?" she finally asked, her powerful orgasm erasing any guilt she had about having just fucked her virgin son.

"Uh huh, a lot. Are you mad that I got off inside you?"

"No sweetie, I'm just excited that I was your first."

"Thanks Mom, can we just stay like this for a while? I think I can get hard again."

"Ummm, that's tempting, but I have to get back to work."

"Okay," he said, disappointed.

"I could come home tomorrow," she said, "Would you like that?"

"Can we fuck again?"

"Yes baby, as much as you want."

He pulled her in tight, giving her a bear hug and pressing his stiffening cock up into her.

"Easy baby, I really do have to get back to work. Can you hold out until tomorrow?"

"Sure, but maybe you could do another pair of panties for me. Oh yeah, I meant to ask, why are they so sticky in the morning?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Because I put them on after I fucked your father. That's his goo that is making them sticky."

"Eeuww, that's Dad's cum that I tasted?"

"And me. It must have made a pretty tasty mixture, you didn't have any complaints yesterday."

"I guess, I just wasn't expecting that. So you fucked him just for me?"

"Well, not the first night, but yes, last night I fucked him just for you. I also told him about you."

"Really, what did he say?"

"He was surprised to hear about the size of your cock."

"Did you tell him you were coming home today?"

"Not exactly, but when I told him I wanted to keep my panties on while he fucked me, I think he figured I might do that."

"Won't he be mad?"

"No, not if I keep fucking him like I did last night. It was the best sex we've had in a long time. Tonight I am going to fuck him again, just to load up my panties for you. He'll be so excited he won't care what we did today. I might even tell him about it."

"Oh," he said quizzically, "Can I tell Darcy about us?"

She thought for a moment, "Do you want to fuck her too?"

"Yes," he said, sheepishly.

"You naughty boy, this is turning out to be the summer of your life. If you do, you have to tell me all about it tomorrow."

"I will. But Mom, could I just fuck you once more now, I'm hard again and I think I can cum really quick."

Barely aware of it, she had kept him deep inside her, squeezing his cock and gently rocking on it. "Yes baby, I could do that for you, just be quick." 

"I will Mom, it feels so good already."

She raised herself up on her hands and knees, arched her back and pumped him with her hips, sliding herself up and down on his big cock. 

His moans quickly turned to panting as she pummeled his cock, humping him with all her might. She watched his face intently, only interested in bringing her son to a quick orgasm, with no interest in getting off herself. 

"Ohhh, Mom, you're so hot, I'm so close..."

She could see the look of pleasure on his face each time she pounded herself down on his cock. Within moments his eyes rolled back and his body went rigid, pressing up into her. Then she felt it, another blast of cum deep inside her. She continued, filling herself with a second load of his cum.

Exhilarated by his orgasm, she slid off his cock and moved forward, positioning her crotch over his face.

He opened his eyes to stare at the matted red curls of his mother's leaking cunt, dripping onto his chin. He opened his mouth, letting the mixture of his cum and her juices hit his lips. He immediately recognized the taste from the panties he had been licking for the past two days.

"You like that honey?"

He didn't say anything, but instead lifted his head and sucked her pussy, swallowing as much of the gooey mixture as he could lap out of her cunt.

"Now I really have to go," she said, hopping off the bed, "Until tomorrow."

*****

Darcy bounded into the family room, eager to see Derrick. He was sprawled out on the leather sectional, playing a video game.

"Hey little brother," she said, "Aren't you glad to see me?"

He pulled off the headphones and got up to give her a hug. "Of course I am," he said, smiling at her, "come over here."

She sat next to him and cuddled up, slipping her hand up under his tee shirt. She whispered into his ear, "Anything interesting happen today?"

"Like what?"

"You little prick, you know what I'm talking about. Did Mom come home today?"

"Little?" he asked, feigning a perceived insult.

"Okay, you big prick, are you going to tell me what happened?"

He got a wide, shit eating grin on his face, then blurted out, "I'm no longer a virgin!"

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, "You fucked Mom?"

He nodded his head, with a look of satisfaction.

"Well, she beat me to it. I was half-way thinking of fucking you myself."

He pulled her up into his lap and wrapped his arms around her tiny body, "Excellent idea."

"Okay, but first let me get a shower, I'm all sweaty from the gym."

"It's okay, I don't mind a little sweat."

"Nasty," she said with a wry smile, "did you shower after you fucked Mom."

"No."

"Let's see," she said, hopping off his lap and onto the floor, tugging at his sweats.

He lifted his ass off the couch and she stripped off his sweats and boxers. His cock lay limp between his legs.

She leaned in and sniffed him. "Mmmm, I can see why you like sniffing her panties." She licked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue in circles before taking it into her mouth.

"Taste good?" he asked, feeling his cock come back to life.

"Yes, and I can taste your cum too. Want me to take it all the way in?" Before he could answer, she pushed his bendable cock down her throat until her lips reached the base of cock, then eased it all the way back out, leaving a trail of glistening saliva coating his cock.

"Wow, think you can do that when I'm hard."

"Maybe, but I thought you wanted to fuck me." She stood up and slowly stripped off her workout clothes. She turned and bent over, flashing her ass for him. His cock stiffened before her eyes.

He leaned forward and spread her cheeks, exposing her tight little asshole to his probing tongue. He pulled back and said, "Do you like that? Mom showed me that little trick."

"Oh yeah, lick me some more."

He worked his tongue up and down her crack, alternating between her pussy and asshole, taking time to probe each opening. "Do you want me to get you off like this?"

"Is that what you did to Mom?"

"Yes, we were supposed to be doing a sixty-nine, but she never got around to sucking me."

"Your choice, I'll do a sixty-nine or fuck you."

"I can do both, I came twice for Mom."

"Mmmm, first tell me how you got Mom to fuck you. I didn't think that she would do that."

"It sort of happened by accident. I asked her if I could just feel what it was like to have my cock inside her and she agreed to do it as long as I didn't cum inside her."

"I'm guessing that didn't work."

"No, I was almost all the way in when I told her I couldn't hold back any longer. Instead of jumping off, she dropped down so I went all the way in. She tried to hop off in time, but it was too late."

"And the second time?"

"She just kept me inside her and we talked until I got hard again. Then she just started humping me with her hips until I got off again."




The Panty Sniffer Ch. 02



"Nice," she said, pushing him back onto the leather sectional and straddling his face. "Do my ass some more, then I'll suck you off."

He laughed, then said, "that's the same thing Mom said to me, so I'm not going to fall for that again. Start sucking, then I'll do your ass."

She went to work on his monster cock, easing it in until it bumped up against the entrance to her throat. She took a deep breath and angled her head to straighten her throat for him. She gagged on her first attempt and pulled back.

"Too big?" he asked.

"Yes, but I think I can get it. Just give me a minute, and get to work on my ass. I need the distraction."

She could feel an orgasm building as her rimmed her ass. It was all the incentive she need to try again. This time she got the head of his cock into her tight throat and paused to acclimate herself to its size without gagging.

He loved the feel of his cock in her throat. When she paused, he attacked her ass, flicking his tongue over her tight crinkle. The more he rimmed her, the more of his cock she tried to devour.

With three-quarters of his cock down her throat, she had to pull back and come up for air. "Derrick, your cock is just too fucking big. I'm so close, if you'll just finish me off I'll turn around and fuck you, okay?"

"I can do that," he said, returning to her pussy, searching out her hard little button with his tongue. 

"Oh yeah, right there. Slip your finger into my ass."

He reached up and spread her cheeks with his thumbs, stretching open her asshole. While lashing her clit with his tongue, he walked both thumbs towards her asshole and pressed them against the edge of her open pucker.

"Mmmm, that feels good, push in just a little more."

He wiggled both thumbs into her tight hole, getting both in up to the first knuckle.

"More, more," she said, panting.

He could feel her hot breath on his cock as he continued to ream her tight ass with his thumbs while lashing her clit. He put aside his disappointment in not getting a blow job and concentrated on getting her off. Within moments, he could tell she was about to cum.

"Oh, oh, yes. I'm gonna..."

Her body convulsed above him, his face smothered by her pussy as she pushed back against him, opening herself to his thrusting thumbs.

Derrick finally had to push her off in order to catch a breath. 

She turned and lay on his chest, exhausted from the incredible orgasm. When her breathing subsided, she raised her head and licked her juices off of his chin and lips. "Thanks little brother. That was the best orgasm I have had in a long time. Sorry I couldn't get your cock down my throat, but I'll make up for in in a minute."

"Did you like what I did with my thumbs?"

"Yes, it was almost like being fucked in the ass, they were so big."

"Think you could take my cock in your ass?"

"You're pushing your luck," she said, "let me try fucking you first, then we'll see."

"I'm ready, hop on," he said, grabbing his cock and lifting it for her.

"First, go wash up those nasty thumbs," she demanded, "then I'll fuck your brains out."

"That's what I want to hear from my big sister," he replied, "I'll be right back."

"Sit right here," she said when he returned, patting the leather couch. "I want to hold on to your shoulders and ease myself down onto you."

"Still worried about taking it in? Mom did it without any trouble and I bet you've fucked more guys than Mom has."

"That's rude!"

"Is it true?"

"Yeah, probably, but that's beside the point." She positioned herself over the head of his cock and dropped down until she felt the head slip in.

"Oh, that's so hot, even better than Mom, and so tight."

"I should hope so," she said, letting herself slowly descend until she reached bottom, engulfing his entire cock.

"Nice job Sis, I could get used to this," he said, pulling her in close and pressing her small tits against his chest.

"Fucking in general, or fucking me?"

"Both."

She raised herself up, keeping just the head of his cock inside her.

"Mmmm," he said, pushing her back down. He loved the sensation of letting her take control while he just sat back. "Can you cum again?"

"Uh huh," she said, barely whispering, pumping just a little harder with each stroke, "play with my tits."

He used his thumbs on her small breasts, rolling her hard nipples from side to side.

"Oh yeah," she said. She was into it now, bracing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she picked up the pace of humping his cock. "Are you close?"

He just grunted and pushed his cock up into her, matching her downward strokes.

"That's it, let's cum together..."

They finished in a pounding frenzy. Derrick came first, blasting his load up into her as she continued to ride his cock to her own powerful orgasm.

"As good as Mom?" she whispered into his ear, still impaled on his softening cock.

"Hell yes, but don't tell her that."

"I doubt it will ever come up."

"I don't know, Mom was pretty interested to hear what we did yesterday."

"You told her? Why would you do that?"

"It just came out, because you helped me figure out about the panties."

"Oh," she said, accepting his explanation. 

"I could tell you one more thing she did."

"Okay, tell me, and it better be good."

"She made me suck my cum out of her pussy."

Darcy smiled, knowing that he wanted her to do the same. Before he could ask, she stood and pushed her crotch into his face, smothering his lips with her dripping pussy. "Like that?"

He nodded, slurping away at her pussy and the cum oozing out of it.

*****

"Chinese," Darlene shouted to the kids downstairs.

Derrick and Darcy raced up the stairs, bounding into the kitchen.

"Nice choice Mom," Derrick said, "I'm famished."

"Had a busy day big boy?" his mom asked, with a knowing smile and a wink.

Darcy caught her mom's wink and said, "Cute Mom, you seem pretty proud of yourself." She was jealous that her mom had fucked Derrick first, and wanted to let her know it.

Oops, Darlene thought, now I've stepped in it. "Derrick, why don't you serve up dinner while Darcy and I powder our noses. Dad should be along any time."

"Okay Mom," he said, plaintively, "But don't you two fight over me. I had a great day and I don't want it ruined."

"Don't worry, baby," Darlene said, "we'll just be a minute."

As soon as they stepped into the other room, Darcy said, "Mother, how could you?"

"From the tone of your voice, I'm guessing you also fucked Derrick this afternoon. I'm sorry if I spoiled your surprise for Derrick, and I certainly didn't plan to fuck him today, it just sort of happened, almost by accident."

"Yeah, yeah, he told me the story," Darcy said, dripping with sarcasm, "An accidental fuck? No Way!"

"It's true," Darlene said, "But it's my fault, I just couldn't bring myself to hop off him before he... well, you know. Besides, he has plenty of cock for both of us."

Darcy laughed at her mom's candor, "That's some cock, isn't it?"

"Oh yeah, I take it you didn't have any trouble with it."

"Mom, it was fantastic, the best fuck ever."

"So we're good?" Darlene asked. "Can we go eat?"

Derrick and his dad were seated at the table and had their plates full, ready to dig in.

"How're my girls?" Daniel asked.

Derrick was relieved to see them both smiling.

"Great honey," Darlene said, ebulliently, and gave her husband a peck on the cheek before sitting down, "Let's eat."

After dinner, Daniel said, "I picked up a movie for tonight, take a look."

"Thanks Dad," Derrick said, picking up the 'Almost Famous' DVD, "I love this movie."

"Why don't you two head downstairs and start it, Mom and I will be down after we clean up the kitchen."

With the kids downstairs, Daniel stood behind his wife and massaged her shoulders while she rinsed the dishes. "How was your day?"

"Pretty damn good," she said, "If you know what I mean."

"I do," he said, "Did Derrick enjoy the panties?"

"Uh huh," she said, "but he has graduated from sniffing panties to sniffing the real thing."

Daniel pressed his stiffening cock up against Darlene's ass, "Tell me about it, and don't leave anything out."

"Honey, the kids are downstairs," Darlene said, "you're going to have to wait until tonight."

"I can't! Talk!"

"Okay, okay. Derrick used his tongue to get me off. Apparently Darcy gave him a lesson yesterday, and he is a quick study."

"Mmmm, you two double teaming him?" he said, rubbing his boner against the crack of her ass. "Anything else?"

"Well, yes..." she whispered, "He licked my ass."

"Nasty! I bet you liked that?"

"You know I did."

"Push your panties down for me, let's fill them up for Derrick right now."

She slipped her panties down to her knees, "You'd better be quick, I don't want to get—"

He was inside her before the words were even out of her mouth, pumping his cock into her wet cunt.

She leaned forward on her elbows and arched her back, pushing back against his pounding cock, "That's it baby, fuck me hard, fill up my panties for our horny son."

He pounded her from behind, panting with each thrust, unable to restrain his enthusiasm. "Hard enough for you, baby?"

"Oh yes, cum for me."

He exploded deep inside her, pumping her full of cum. He slipped his cock out and pulled up her panties before any could drip out. "How's that?" he asked, still breathing hard.

"That was quick, baby," she said, "We should do that again, later tonight. We can give Derrick a double load."

"I'd like that," he said, "anything special?"

"Yes, very special," she said, "after licking my ass, Derrick asked me if I'd ever been fucked in the ass."

"What'd you tell him?"

"I changed the subject. I wanted to say yes, but I didn't want to lie to him. Want to make me an honest woman tonight?"

"How am I supposed to watch a movie with that thought rattling around in my head?"

She laughed, then dropped to her knees and sucked his soft cock clean before tucking it back into his pants. "Let's find out," she said, leading him down the stairs.

Derrick and Darcy were sitting on the leather love seat, engrossed in the movie.

"What took you two so long?" Derrick asked, "Do you want me to start it over?"

"Just cleaning up, honey," Darlene said, "We've seen it before. We'll catch up." She sat in the leather recliner next to Derrick, tossed a lap robe over her legs and kicked back to watch the movie. Still aroused by Daniel's quick fuck, she had a sudden urge to get herself off. 

Daniel lay back in the other recliner and looked over at his wife, contemplating her latest promise. Just the thought of doing her in the ass was enough to bring his cock back to life. He smiled at her, hoping to get her attention. 

Darlene glanced over and caught his smile. She gave him a knowing wink, getting even more turned on by the thought of her first ass fuck. Oblivious to the kids, she licked her lips seductively and watched her husband's reaction.

He nodded slightly and gave her a little tongue flutter.

Encouraged by her husband, she glanced at the kids, making sure they were focused on the movie, and then erotically sucked her ring finger before slipping it under the lap robe.

He grinned at her, a clear sign for her to keep going.

She sucked in her gut and slid her hand under the waistband of her panties and across the tight coarse curls of her bush, feeling the stickiness of her husband's fresh cum in her panties. She pressed the tip of her finger against her clit and rubbed it gently, keeping eye contact with her husband.

He nodded again, this time licking his lips.

She glanced again at the kids, fighting to control her breathing as an orgasm quickly built deep in her loins. She struggled to remain motionless as her body came alive with the sensations of a budding orgasm.

Daniel pressed a hand against his own erection as he watched his wife fighting to keep her lust undetected. He saw her eyes roll back and knew she had achieved her goal.

She bit her lower lip, stifling any audible hint of the intense orgasm crashing through her motionless body. She momentarily lost sight of her husband as she pressed hard on her clit to keep the sensation going.

Her timing was good, Stillwater was on stage in Cleveland and the loud rock music kept the kids focused on the movie.

When her orgasm had run its course, Daniel asked, "Who wants popcorn?"

"Sounds great," Darlene said, "Dad and I will make some. You two just go ahead and keep watching the movie. We'll be back down in a few minutes."

Darlene paused half-way up the stairs and hiked her dress up, flashing her ass for Daniel. He reached up between her legs and fondled her, feeling the wet, squishy crotch of her panties. She held out the finger she had just used to get herself off and slipped it into his gaping mouth.

"Nice," he said, following Darlene up the stairs. He tossed the popcorn bag in the microwave and pressed the popcorn button.

He whispered to his wife, "We only have five minutes, are you going to... you know... let me pop a load in your ass?"

"Un huh," she said, licking her lips. She pulled a bottle of lube out of her purse and handed it to him.

"Where did you get this?" he asked, examining the bottle.

"While I was waiting for the take out. You wouldn't believe how many different lubes were on the display shelf in the drug store. I felt like a perv trying to find the right one."

He laughed, realizing that she had been planning this all along, then squeezed out a dollop on his finger.

She leaned over the sink and hiked her dress up, then slid her panties down just enough to expose her ass. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up over her breasts. "Hurry!"

He slid his finger into her ass crack, spreading the slick goo over her asshole.

"Mmmm," she whispered, "that feels good. Slip a finger in, and rub my tits."

He wiggled his slippery finger against her asshole, easily slipping it in. He massaged her dangling breasts with his free hand, pinching her rock hard nipples.

"Ohhh," she moaned, "that was easy, try two fingers."

It took a little more effort for him to get two fingers into her tight asshole, working them past her tight sphincter. "That's it, baby, just relax. Are you ready?"

"I think so, just go slow—" Before the words were out of her mouth, the dinger on the microwave went off. "Shit! Don't stop now."

He pulled out his hard cock and rubbed the head along the crack of her ass, coating it with more lube before pressing it against her tight entrance. "I'm ready. Push back when you are."

Her apprehension quickly faded as he ceded control to her. She eased back, spreading her cheeks, feeling the head of his cock enter her asshole, meeting the resistance she was expecting. Exhilarated by the sensation, she bounced herself back against his cock several times, surprised to feel herself expanding with only minor discomfort.

"Ahhh," he moaned, "that feels so tight. You're doing great."

She was into it now, bracing her arms against the edge of the sink and pushing back, feeling her muscle relax as he entered her. "Oh God, that's good... You take over, honey... Fuck me... Fuck me hard."

That was all he needed to hear as he plunged the rest of his cock into her, burying it as deep as he could.

"Ohhh, Yes!" she said, her voice elevated.

"Shhh, the kids are just downstairs," he said, pumping his rock hard cock into her ass.

"Faster," she said, "I want you to cum in my ass."

"Fuck! You're nasty tonight. Are you doing this for Derrick?"

"No, baby, just for you. Come on, finish, we're running out of time."

"Tell the truth, you're thinking of his big cock."

"Okay, okay," she shrieked, reaching for her clit. "Fill my fucking ass for our son, give him another load of your hot cum." He was lost in her nasty words when he exploded, pumping his cum deep into her ass. He felt her clamp down on his cock, locking it inside her ass as she rubbed out her own orgasm.

Drained, he pulled his softening cock out of her and pulled her panties up in one smooth motion, before any of his cum could ooze out of her tight ass. "You did it, you naughty girl."

She stood, turning to kiss her husband. "I am, and it was fantastic. I think Derrick is going to be pleased. Did you like that?"

"Oh yeah," he whispered in her ear, "I could get used to that. It's such a tight fit."

"And nasty," she said, "Go get cleaned up an let's get back downstairs."

"It's about time," Derrick said, snatching the popcorn from his mother. "I thought you'd never get back."

"Easy," Darlene said, "there's plenty to go around." She settled into the recliner and munched on the popcorn, trying to get her mind back into the movie.

It wasn't long before Daniel was sawing logs in his recliner.

"What did you do to Dad," Darcy said to her mom, "He looks exhausted."

"Yeah Mom," Derrick said, "You two were gone a long time for popcorn."

"Settle down you two," she said, "Let's just finish the movie."

They turned their attention back to the movie, letting Darlene off the hook, for now.

Darcy wiped the tears from her eyes as the movie credits started to roll.

"Really Darcy," Derrick said, exasperated, "It's just a movie."

"Lighten up Derrick," Darlene said, "I thought the kid was sweet, and I liked the happy ending."

"Thanks Mom," she said, giving her brother a smack on the arm.

"Hey!," he said, "You'll wake up Dad."

"Not likely," Mom said, "he's out for the night."

"You going to tell us what when on upstairs?" Darcy asked.

"Aren't you two nosey? Maybe we're getting things ready for tomorrow," Darlene said, winking at her son.

"Dad knows what we've been doing?" Derrick asked, with a look of astonishment.

"Oh my God!" Darcy exclaimed, "How long has he known?"

Darlene got a sheepish look on her face, "Well... since yesterday... when I... er... fucked him two nights in a row."

"What's so unusual about that?" Darcy asked.

"Well... Things kind of fizzle when you've been married as long as we have. The sex goes kind of stale, like maybe only once a week, if that."

"And now?" Derrick asked.

"I've been super horny ever since I saw the size of your cock... And don't tell me you haven't been the same way Darcy!"

"I guess," Darcy said, "I do look forward to coming home from work."

"And Dad, he's okay with this?" he asked.

"It's had the same effect on him. He can't get enough of me and he wants to hear every detail about you kids."

"Including me?" Darcy said, the wheels turning in her head.

"Yes."

"Mmmm," she said, "since you're fucking Derrick, maybe I can—"

"Darcy!" her mom said, "Don't even think about it. Besides, Derrick should be enough for you, enough for both of us."

"You two do know that I am listening?" Derrick asked, sarcastically.

"Sorry Derrick," his mom said, "Darcy's implication just caught me by surprise. How about if I tell you what Dad and I did today, you know, to get a pair of panties ready for tomorrow?"

"Sweet," Derrick said.

"All right," Darcy said, "But you shouldn't have been so quick to shut me off, it isn't fair."

Darlene pondered the fairness argument for a moment, then ignored it. "While we were cleaning up after dinner I told your Dad about you... you know... Derrick fucking both Darcy and me today. He got so turned on, he fucked me doggie style at the sink and loaded up my panties for tomorrows adventure."

"Ahhh," Derrick said, "and what about when you were making popcorn. That took a little too long."

"Remember, earlier today when you asked me what it was like to be fucked in the ass?" Darlene asked.

"Yeah..."

"Well... I've never been fucked in the ass, so I told your dad that's what I wanted tonight."

"Really Mom?" he asked looking at his sister, "Darcy's done it."




The Panty Sniffer Ch. 02



Darlene looked over at her daughter, surprised.

"Beat you to that one," she said to her mother. "Remember Timmy from my senior prom. He refused to use a rubber so I wouldn't let him fuck me. That's when he talked me into taking it up the ass. I loved it. So, did you do it?"

"Yes," she said, "while the popcorn was in the microwave. By the way, I now have two loads of cum in my panties."

"I can hardly wait. Will I get my first ass fuck?" Derrick said, hopefully.

"I'll think about it baby, you're awfully big. What about you Darcy, think you can take him?"

"I don't know Mom, maybe we can do him together. You know... take turns... see who can get him in first."

Derrick's face lit up, "Yeah, let's do that, right now."

"Easy big boy," Darlene said, "we've got to be up early, it will have to keep until tomorrow."

"I can get home by two-thirty," Darcy said, "Will that work?"

"It's a date," Darlene said, much to the delight of Derrick.

*****

In the next chapter, Mom and Darcy are going to give Derrick a crack at their asses, and Darcy will press her Mom to let her do Dad. I hope to post it soon. Let me know your thoughts on where this story should go.



The Panty Sniffer Ch. 03



Please enjoy the fourth chapter in this work of fiction. Mom's panty sniffing son is the youngest of the characters, and is nineteen years old. A special thanks to the volunteer editors who have helped me get this published —Taylor VanCannon.

*****

Darleen was in the middle of emptying the dishwasher when she glanced down at the vibrating phone and frowned. It had been months since she last heard from Mandy McCabe. She reluctantly accepted the call and put her on speaker.

"Hi Mandy," Darleen said, "it's been a long time." Mandy had dropped out of sight after her sister was arrested, along with her boyfriend, for running a prostitution ring of local, middle aged mothers. The newspapers were ruthless, calling them the MILF Crew. Fortunately for Mandy, they cut a deal with prosecutors to get themselves out of the headlines, and were serving time upstate.

"Too long," came the reply. "How have you been?"

"Good," Darleen replied, suddenly sympathetic to Mandy's predicament. "That business with your sister must have been hard on you. I should have been there for you." They became close friends when Derrick tutored Johnny, getting him through his high school math and science classes. Johnny was a natural football talent, but had trouble maintaining his academic eligibility, pretty much the exact opposite of Derrick.

"I appreciate that," Mandy said, "but I was in no shape to see anybody. It was just too embarrassing."

"How's Johnny taking it?" Darlene asked, stacking clean dishes on the counter.

"Is somebody with you?"

"No," she replied, "I'm alone. You just caught me cleaning up the kitchen. You're on speaker, I hope you don't mind."

"Okay," Mandy said, exasperation in her voice. "The investigators were horrible. At one point, they even thought Johnny was part of my sister's crew."

"What? How on earth could they think that?" 

"It's a long story, are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Absolutely," Darlene said, ignoring the dishwasher and taking a seat at the table. "I can take a break."

"You heard about Johnny's football season?"

"Oh yeah," she replied, "that's all Derrick could talk about when State kicked their asses in the bowl game. Awarded MVP, and in his freshman year. Wow."

"Well," she started, slowly, "that got him a lot of attention from the girls, if you know what I mean."

Darlene laughed. Johnny was real stud, athletic and handsome. "Like he needed any help in that department."

"Yeah," Mandy said, "and I didn't do much to discourage it."

"How so?"

"Ever since his father died," she said, "I've had to pick up where Butch left off."

Darlene detected a note of sadness in her voice. "That's understandable, but from what I've seen, you've done a pretty good job."

"Thanks," she replied, "but I think I got a little too involved... with his love life."

Fuck! Darlene was struck by the possibility that she wasn't the only one fucking her son. "Ummm, you and Johnny..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

"Darlene! No!" Mandy said, emphatically. "Why would you even think that?"

Now she'd stepped in it. There was no way she could tell her why that thought came to her mind. Think.

Mandy instantly regretted the accusation. "I'm sorry Darlene, that didn't come out right. Johnny and I have alway been open with each other, and he has always confided in me... you know... about the girls that came his way. And... maybe I've been a little too helpful... you know... telling him how to handle these inexperienced girls."

"Really?" Darlene asked, happy to have dodged a bullet. 

"Yeah," she said, wistfully, "I know I shouldn't indulge him, but..."

"Let me guess, you're not seeing anyone?"

"Nope," Mandy said, slightly annoyed. "I was too focused on raising Johnny. Anyway, my sister has pretty much fucked that up. As soon as a guy hears my name... well, you know..." Her voice trailed off, then she said, defiantly, "Fuck! I didn't have anything to do with what they did, but I'm paying the price."

"I hear you," she said, suddenly curious to hear more about Johnny's exploits. "But... listening to Johnny... it must get you pretty wound up."

"No shit!" Mandy said, thankful for her friends understanding tone.

Darlene was treading in uncharted territory, and desperately wanted to hear exactly what Johnny had been telling her. She slipped a hand inside her robe and gave her breast a tender squeeze, flicking her nipple, instantly making it hard. Oh yeah, she definitely wanted to hear more, but was afraid she of pushing Mandy too hard. "Why did the investigators suspect Johnny?"

"You met her boyfriend, Jerome, when you guys came to my place last summer," Mandy said, "remember?"

"I do," Darlene said, "I remember thinking Cindy had done very well for herself. The guy was smooth, good looking and a real stud."

Mandy laughed, "Yeah, he was quite an upgrade from her deadbeat ex. But, you don't know the half of it."

"Tell me."

"I know about it now," Mandy replied, "but when they dated last summer, I didn't have a clue."

"About what?"

"The guy was what you call a gigolo," she said with a note of disgust, "he never worked a day in his life."

"I don't get it," Darlene said, "your sister isn't that well off, is she?"

"Exactly," Mandy said, "Cindy has a head for business, but she's the one paying alimony to... well, you know."

"So, why would Jerome be interested in your sister?"

"He was in looove with her," she said, sarcastically, drawing out the word.

"You're not making any sense."

"Look, Jerome had this talent for breaking up with his girlfriends in a way that keeps them in his life, and supporting him."

"You're shitting me," Darlene said, "who would be crazy enough to do that?"

"I don't know," Mandy said, "maybe he's that good in bed. You know... they get to keep their independence and have no commitments, and get laid on their own terms. Hell, right now, that even sounds good to me."

It was Darlene's turn to laugh. "Girl, you've got it bad."

"Yeah," she replied, "like I don't have enough problems keeping Johnny in check."

"So, how did the prostitution thing get started?"

"Well, it turns out that Jerome was big on threesomes. Once he had a new lady on the hook, he'd invite one of his well heeled buddies to... you know... share the wealth."

Darlene pictured herself with Daniel and Derrick, yesterday morning, getting double fucked in her own threesome. "Sheesh," she replied, feigning innocence, "and his buddies were paying him?"

"No," she replied, "that part was my sister's brilliant fucking idea."

"No shit!"

"No shit," Mandy replied, "once Cindy found out about his string of ex girlfriends, all she could see was dollar signs."

"Man oh man?" Darlene said, "What exactly did she do?"

"She organized the whole business, and left it to Jerome to sweet talk his exes into hooking for them. He also recruited the johns from his long list of buddies. When they were busted, they had more than two million in cash, hidden in the attic."

"They made that much money?"

"Yeah, they turned about a dozen exes into hookers, and charged the johns three grand a night. Each lady got one, and they cleared two. Each gal set her own schedule, and would only do johns once or twice a week."

"Johns would pay that much?"

"Like I said, Jerome had some well heeled friends. They could have all the young girls they wanted, but getting a middle aged mother? Apparently they were willing to pay up for that."

Darlene frowned, "Middle aged? Is that what we are these days?"

Mandy laughed, "Afraid so."

"So, they operated out of a house... or what?"

"No, that was the beauty of the business. The hookers would meet their johns for drinks in a fancy hotel bar, so it would just look like a chance encounter."

"Damn," Darlene said, doing some quick mental calculations, "that's like fifty grand a week."

"More," she said, "especially after they expanded."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, that's how Johnny came to the attention of the investigators."

"I don't get it."

"I was picking up Johnny to come stay with me on the weekends. He always had a waiting list of girls to date, and it wouldn't be long before a new girl would show up to spend the weekend with him."

"In the house? With you?"

"No, when he started high school, Butch converted the garage attic into an apartment for him. It had a separate entrance, so he pretty much had his own place. That's where he... entertained his girls."

"Sweet."

"Yeah, and then on Saturday's, Cindy and Jerome would conveniently disappear during the day and let the kids use their indoor spa. Sometimes they would bring home take out and have dinner with them."

Darlene started to get the picture, Mom was enabling Johnny's love life, and Cindy was... what, recruiting Johnny's girls? Holy fuck! "Mmmm," she said, not wanting to appear too judgmental.

As if Mandy read her mind, she said, "No, not Johnny's girls, they were after their mothers."

"What?" Darlene said, raising her voice. "Jerome was recruiting the mothers of Johnny's dates?"

"I know, it is hard to believe," Mandy replied, "but, it makes sense if you consider what kind of mother would let their daughter spend the weekend with a star football player. For starters, they probably didn't have a man in their lives to rein the girls in, and they could probably use the extra money."

"Yeah," Darlene said, thoughtfully, "so the mothers were easy pickings for Jerome."

"You got it, by the time they got busted, they were up to twenty-five hookers, total."

"And Johnny had no idea?"

"He says he didn't," Mandy replied, "and I believe him. Once the investigators connected Johnny to the hooker's daughters, they assumed he was in on it. We had to fight like hell to clear his name."

Out of the corner of her eye, Darlene saw a shadow just outside the kitchen door. She said, "Hold on, I have another call coming in," and then muted the phone. "Derrick! Get your ass in here."

Derrick skulked into the kitchen, his face flushed, his cock bulging against the thin fabric of his shorts. "Mom," he pleaded, "don't get mad. I couldn't help listening."

She took one look at his cock, and then shook her head, bringing a finger to her lips, shushing him. Already aroused, and waiting to hear more of what Johnny had been up to, she couldn't resist giving her son's cock a gentle squeeze. "You can listen, but you can't say a word, oaky?"

As soon as he nodded, she tapped the phone and said, "Fucking salesman. I'm glad Johnny is in the clear, it sounds a close call."

"No shit," she replied, "for a while I thought they would come after me, for enabling Johnny... you know... providing him a place to be with his girls and all."

Darlene chose her words carefully, eager to get Mandy talking about Johnny's girls. "So, you didn't really know what Johnny was up to."

"I'd love to plead complete ignorance," Mandy said, "but like I said, Johnny and I were close, and on the drive back to campus he would fill me in on his weekend... you know..."

Mandy seemed reluctant to complete the thought. It was now or never, so Darlene said, with as much empathy as she could muster, "I don't know how you did it... I mean... restrain yourself after listening to Johnny's... conquests."

"Who says I did," Mandy whispered, "shit, his trysts were so fucking hot, half the time I would get myself off on the drive back home."

That's what Darlene wanted to hear. Derrick's eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched his mom squeeze her breast and tug at her hard nipple. She giggled, then asked, "Just half?"

That brought a hearty laugh from Mandy. It also brought Derrick's hand to his mother's other breast. He caressed it, gently pinching the hard nipple. Darlene's free hand slipped inside his pants, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. Mandy said, "Sounds like you've got my number."

"I'd love to hear more," Darlene said, in a husky voice, "if you're in the mood to share any details."

"You bad girl," Mandy replied, "this is getting you turned on, isn't it?"

"Busted," she confessed, "I've never tried getting off while I was driving."

"Not recommended," she said, "but it is a hell of a thrill. Anything in particular you want to hear?"

Darlene stared into Derrick's eyes, "Yeah, something that will get me off right now." 

He slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, and then gazed down at her baby blue panties. He reached for her crotch, feeling her moist warmth through the thin fabric.

Mandy licked her lips, aroused by Darlene's unexpected reaction. "Well, a few weeks ago a stunning asian girl showed up. I think her name was Maya."

"Mmmm," Darlene said, her voice husky, "describe her." Derrick slipped her panties down and lifted her onto the kitchen table, spreading her legs. He brought her panties to his face, found the crotch and inhaled deeply.

"She was into yoga, you know the type, lithe and flexible. Her raven hair was long, reaching the crack of her tight little ass. And those long legs, they were to die for."

"Ahhh," Darlene moaned. Derrick's face was in her crotch, nuzzling her fiery red muff, probing her slit with his soft, wet tongue. "Better get to the good parts... I'm not going last long."

Mandy leaned back in her office chair, stunned by her friend's quick arousal. She put her phone on speaker and set it down, freeing her hands to fondle her large breasts. "Mind if I join you?" 

Derrick's tongue had her moaning softly. "Better hurry, if you're going to keep up. Where are you?"

"In my office, leaning back in my chair." She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her sweats and raised her ass, peeling them off, along with her panties. Next, came the top, lifting it, along with her bra, just enough to free her massive tits. She squeezed them with one hand, tugging on her hard nipples. Her other hand was between her legs, rubbing her neatly trimmed triangle. She used a thumb to push open her labia, opening up her pink slit. "Mmmm," she whispered, sliding a finger up into her wet cunt, "now I'm with you."

Darlene listened to her clothes coming off, and tried to picture her friend, leaning back in her chair, fingering herself. She was a full figured gal, very curvy, with large breasts. She lay back on the table and pulled her knees up, exposing more of her crotch to Derrick's luscious tongue. "Did Johnny fuck her?"

"Too many times to count." Mandy flicked her hard button, sending a wave of pleasure through her. She needed to give her friend more, but wasn't sure what would turn her on, so she asked, "How about you, try anything new lately?"

Derrick raise his head when he heard the question. Darlene glared at him, motioning with her hand for him to get his tongue back in her glistening snatch. He shook his head, and then jammed a finger up her ass, daring her to lead Mandy in that direction. She shook her head, emphatically. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Tell her, or you'll have to finish this yourself."

Darlene glared at he son. There was no way she was letting him off the hook, she had to have more of his luscious tongue. Praying she wouldn't offend Mandy, she said, "Does taking it up the ass count?"

Mandy smiled, and plunged a second finger inside her. She didn't expect that from Darlene, nor the sudden rush of desire it gave her. "I'd say so. I tried it once, but that was a long time ago."

Derricks tongue was back in her cunt, where it belonged. "I had my first two days ago," she confided, "in the kitchen, with Daniel."

Nothing surprised Mandy at this point. She couldn't resist letting her tits go and using her other hand to press a finger up against her asshole. Her mind shifted from Johnny's girls to Daniel, ass-fucking her friend. "From behind?"

"Uh-huh," Darlene said, "he had me bent over the kitchen counter. What about Johnny, has he... you know."

Mandy was panting, frigging herself in both holes. "Yeah, once, I think her name was Linda, not long after he started college. It kind of surprised me when he told me about it. If I remember correctly, that was one of my better drives home."

Darlene was on the edge of a massive orgasm. Derrick was relentlessly flicking her clit at the same time he continued fingering her ass. She groaned, "Mandy, I'm..." It hit before her words were out, a massive orgasm, fueled by the thought of her friend getting off along with her. She was loud, grunting, screeching, making all manor of erotic sounds.

Mandy fingers were a flurry of motion, as she pictured Daniel, fucking her friend's ass, in the kitchen. It was just enough. She moaned loudly, letting the orgasmic pleasure flow through her rigid body. She was not as noisy as Darlene, but she got the job done.

Darlene was so preoccupied with her own orgasm, she failed to hear what was happening with Mandy. Before she could gather her thoughts, Derrick stood and slid his cock into her very slippery cunt. She smiled at him, not at all surprised where this was going. "Did you get off?"

Mandy relaxed, letting her orgasm dissipate while she got her breathing under control. "I did, thank you very much."

Darlene was eager to end the call, before Derrick got too far along and gave away his presence. "You asked about tutoring, do you still want Derrick to do that."

Mandy didn't expect the quick change of subject. She was hoping that Darlene would give up something up about Derrick, like she had with Johnny. She was not to be denied. "That would be great, but first, you have to dish up some dirt on Derrick."

Derrick stopped pumping his mom and stared at her, dumbfounded. Darlene motioned to her panties, and questioned him with her eyes. Derrick immediately understood, and considered the possibilities. Suddenly that thought of sniffing Mandy's panties became a real possibility. He nodded, and resumed pumping her with a renewed energy.

"Now who's the naughty girl."

"Hey, it's only fair. I gave up some serious dirt on Johnny."

Darlene looked at her son, and saw the desire in his face. She wanted him to learn how to date girls his own age, but she had no idea how to make that happen. She knew the moment she mentioned his pantie fetish, Mandy would be his next on his to do list. She wan't the right age, but at least she was outside the family. It was a start. "Derrick has a fetish that I just found out about two days ago, although it's been going for years, right under my nose." Derrick paused, nearly laughing out loud at his mom's choice of words.

Mandy gently rubbed her mound with one hand and her breasts with another. "Tell me, it will just be between us."

"I caught him jacking off while he was sniffing my panties."

Mandy laughed, "That must have been awkward."

"I guess caught isn't the right word, I saw him doing it."

"You didn't say anything to him?"

"I started to," she said, almost whispering, "but I got distracted."

"By what?"

She paused for effect, giving Mandy plenty of them to consider the possibilities. "He has the biggest cock I've ever seen."

"Holy shit! He's so... scrawny."

"Who knew? I watched him finish, and then, kind of like you, I ran downstairs and diddled myself in the office. You wouldn't believed how fast I got myself off."

Mandy had a finger back in her pussy, rubbing her tender clit. "That is some serious dirt." She closed her eyes and tried to picture Derrick, stroking his cock, sniffing a pair of panties. "Mmmm, it was really that big?"

Derricks pumping was starting to have an effect on Darlene. Big? Oh yeah, she wanted to say, and he's fucking me right now. "I can get off just thinking about it. How about you?"

"You're reading my mind, I've already started."

"I'll race you." Fearful that Mandy would hear Derrick, she added, "But this time, make some real noise, I want to hear you get off."




The Panty Sniffer Ch. 03



Mandy took her suggestion to heart, and let loose a steady stream of erotic noises, laced with every sexual obscenity in her vocabulary. It was more than enough to drown out Derrick's grunting.

Darlene joined her friend, expressing her lust in the foulest ways she could think of. Derrick was beside himself, fucking his mother while listening to two of the filthiest mouths he had ever heard. Ready to cum, he pulled out and sprayed his mother with rope after rope of his creamy white seed, painting her breasts and face at will.

If Mandy heard him, she didn't let on. They both got off together in a cacophony of unintelligible gibberish.

"Whew," Mandy said, "I'm really glad I called."

"Me too," Darlene replied, giving Derrick a satisfied smile as she scooped up his goo and licked it off her fingers. "Do you still want Derrick to come by?"

"For?"

"Behave yourself Mandy, I'm talking about tutoring."

"Of course. Have him come by this afternoon."

"That will work."

"Anything I should do to get Johnny ready?"

She knew that Mandy would find a way to get a piece of Derrick's monster cock. But just to make sure, she baited the hook. "No... but you better keep track of your panties."

They both had a good laugh and ended the call.

"Mom," Derrick asked, "do you think she'll let me... you know..."

Darlene gave him a wink. "I've planted the seed, the rest is up to you. But, remember, not a word about us. I'm dead serious about that."

*****

Mandy opened the door. Her snug fitting summer dress accentuated her large breasts. The white floral print was just the virginal look she wanted do display for Derrick, the pantie sniffer with the monster cock. She had no idea where things might go, but after this morning's call with Darlene, the possibilities were churning in her mind. "Hi Derrick," she said, giving him a big hug and pressed her breasts into his scrawny body. "Just like old times."

He returned her hug, lingering just long enough to imprint those massive breasts in his memory. "You mean high school, when I used to tutor Johnny?" As they broke off, he caught her quick glance down. Too bad his pants were too loose to reveal what he was packing.

"Exactly," she said, taking him by the hand. "I'll get Johnny."

Derrick's eyes were glued to her ass, gently swaying under the flared dress, giving him just a hint of its generous size. Her shoulder length hair had a deep mahogany sheen, with highlights that were slightly matted. She looked every bit as hot as his mother did. 

"Hey dude," Johnny said, giving him a light shoulder jab, "thanks for helping me out. I'd really be fucked... oops, sorry Mom... screwed, if I don't get off academic probation by the end of summer."

Derrick flinched at the jab. Johnny had muscled up for college football, while he was still the same scrawny kid he was in high school, albeit, one with a previously unknown secret weapon. This newfound knowledge gave him a surge of confidence, like an invincible superhero. A new nickname flashed in his mind: Mr. Big Dick. "Hey Johnny, that was some year you had at State."

"Thanks buddy, how about you, how was your first year of college. I hear its party city, you must have had to beat the girls off with a stick." 

He thought about trying to boost his image, but then decided it wasn't necessary. After all, Mandy already knew his secret, and what Johnny thought didn't matter. "I wish, but it was all books, all the time. I never had a single date."

Mandy looked at him with an arched eyebrow. They hadn't discussed his social life, and now it sounded like it hadn't progressed much since high school. Was he a virgin? She quickly wiped that thought from her mind.

"Dude," Johnny replied, "hang with me and I'll get you hooked up."

Mandy glared at her son. "Johnny, that's the kind of thinking that got you into trouble in the first place. You and Derrick need to stick to academics. I've set up space in the den. Time to get to work."

"Right Mom," he said, dismissively, "come on Derrick, you did this before. It should be a piece of cake."

Derrick looked at Mandy, rolled his eyes, and then followed Johnny into the den.

It took Derrick nearly two hours to map out a study plan to get Johnny back on track. They were just finishing up when Mandy popped her head in the door and asked, "Who's Celia?"

Johnny grinned, giving Derrick a wink. "She's a cheerleader at State, I'm taking her to a concert tonight. She's a little early."

"Not to worry," Mandy said, "I'll wait with her in the living room."

"No need," Derrick said, "we just finished."

Derrick took one look at Celia and nearly shit his pants. She was drop dead gorgeous. A strawberry blond, with thick luscious curls. Probably just another date for Johnny, but a wet dream come true for him. His face flushed when she gave him a hug, mashing her firm young tits into his sunken chest. He suddenly felt inadequate again, standing next to Johnny. Fuck. If they only knew what he was packing in his pants, then things would be different.

On their way out the door, Johnny turned to his mom and said, "She'll be staying the night." It was a statement, not a question, like anybody was going to tell him no.

Mandy understood, annoyed that she had no say in the matter. "Have a good time." It was the best she could muster.

After they left, she turned to Derrick. "Thanks for coming by. Do you think there's hope for him?"

"He'll make it; he's not dumb, so he just needs to put in the time. I'll get him through it."

There was no way she was going to let him leave. "He kind of pissed me off tonight, he was supposed to help me out with chores before he went out." She prayed that Derrick would take the bait, and offer to help.

He knew what she was doing, but was having trouble formulating a game plan of his own. Fuck, he wasn't very good at this. Plus, he couldn't get Celia out of his mind. What an incredible fuck she must be. He shook it off, remembering who he was, Mr. Big Dick.

"I've got a little time before Mom is expecting me home. What do you need done?"

"You're a life saver, could you bring the laundry down from the upstairs."

There it was, and none too subtle. He knew there would be a pair of panties sitting right on top of the dirty clothes, probably still wet from getting herself off with Mom. He took his time going upstairs, basking in his newfound confidence. Mr. Big Dick was going to see some action.

She yelled after him, "It's in the linen closet." She had dropped her lime green boy short panties into the hamper just before Celia knocked on the door. They should still be there, nice and wet, maybe even still warm. She had no doubt that they would be missing when he brought the hamper down. But, then what?

He dropped the hamper in front of the washer.

She didn't do a very good job of hiding her disappointment, the panties were still there, on top of the dirty clothes, exactly where she had left them.

Derrick let her stew, knowing that she expected them to be missing. However, he had played out that scenario in his mind, and each time, it took forever to get where he wanted to be. Mr. Big Dick needed a better plan, a bold plan. He picked up the panties and sniffed them, as though she wasn't in the room, watching him.

Her disappointment quickly turned to admiration, and she realized that she'd been played. Although, she wasn't sure whether it was Darlene, or Derrick. No matter, the charade was up, and they were both about to get what they wanted. She reached out and squeezed his cock while he continued sniffing her panties. "Oh!" She didn't have to fake that reaction. 

Derrick smiled, slipping the panties into his pants pocket. What next? His sudden indecision didn't go unnoticed.

Mandy looked at him, the wheels churning in her head. It slowly dawned on her, there was no master plan. Derrick only knew what to do because he must have been listening to their phone call. "You heard us this morning, your Mom and me?"

He nodded, afraid to answer, not wanting to break the promise he made to his mom.

Mandy was thinking again. It still didn't make sense. They were both on cell phones, there was no extension to listen in on. He didn't just hear them, he was there, in the kitchen. "You watched too?"

Derrick's face flushed, his eyes darting from side to side, refusing to look at her. Mom was going to kill him.

Mandy knew she was on the right track, but was having trouble putting the final pieces together. Then she remembered Darlene's assumption that she had something going on with Johnny, and then the strange request to get noisy. "Oh my! Your mom is a bad girl, a very bad girl."

Derrick blurted out, "You can't tell her you know... she'd kill me."

"Don't worry," she said, giving his hard cock another squeeze, "as long as I get the same treatment, I'll keep my lips zipped. Now, tell me, did your mom fool me into thinking that she got herself off?"

Relief washed across his face. He was rock hard, and Mr. Big Dick was about to make his appearance. "That was me... both times."

"How? And it better be the truth."

"The first time I used my tongue, the second time I fucked her." Relief quickly turned to pride.

This time Mandy was speechless. Shocked that Darlene was fucking her son, but also troubled that she was about to do the same thing. Was one right? Was one wrong? At least he wasn't a virgin.

Derrick took control, lifting her dress and looking down at her neatly trimmed dark triangle. Her body was nicely rounded, nothing like Darcy's tight abs. Her pussy lips were large and puffy, just begging to be touched. He reached in, cupping the soft flesh of her mound, wiggling a finger between the damp folds of her labia.

"Not here," Mandy said, "up stairs." She reluctantly let go of his cock and pushed her dress down, knocking his hand away.

"No," Derrick said, with authority, "I want to go to Johnny's room."

She looked at him skeptically, shaking her head. That one she didn't understand, but what the fuck difference did it make? She took him by the hand, outside and up the steps to his apartment.

Derrick stood in front of Johnny's trophy wall, amazed at the vast collection of awards and pictures. Behind him was another wall, covered of pictures of dozens of girls, lots of them in cheerleader outfits. "Holy fuck!" He turned to look at Mandy. "Are those all his girlfriends?"

She nodded, sheepishly, knowing what he must be thinking. "And yeah, he probably fucked them all. It's one of the perks of stardom."

He didn't know what to make of it, as his eyes moved from girl to girl. Several of them he recognized from high school.

Mandy interrupted his trip down memory lane, "No, I'm not particularly proud of that trophy wall." She unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. "But, that's not why we're here, is it?" She scooted over in front of him. "Unhook me, and forget about those pictures, they're out of your league. Concentrate on this one." Her bra dropped to the floor and she bent over the edge of the bed, wiggling her bare ass at him.

He should have taken offense at her remark, but looking at her very large ass erased any perceived insult. His pants were off in a jiffy, and she turned back to see his cock for the first time, standing fully erect.

"Damn, no wonder your mom... well, you know." She put Darlene out of her mind and focused on his magnificent cock. Should she take control, or follow his lead? She lay back on the king size bed, stretching out, opening up her legs, showing off all that she had to offer him.

Derrick dropped to his knees and buried his face in her crotch, inhaling deeply, taking in her musky scent.

"You like that, sniffing the real thing."

He nodded his head, sending a shiver of pleasure through her as his tongue bobbed in her slit.

"Flip around, let's see what I can do for you."

She got a close up view of his cock hovering over her face. She stroked his shaft, and realized that the head was out of reach of her mouth. She licked the base, getting him wet and using her hand to spread her saliva over the full length of his hard cock. She sucked his balls one at a time, gently squeezing them with her lips.

His tongue was heavenly, so wet and moist, darting in and out of her cunt and then circling her hard little clit. Overwhelmed with pleasure, she lay her head back, unable to concentrate on his cock, and let nature take its course. It didn't take long. Her heavy breathing gave way to panting. She began bucking, literally trying to fuck his tongue. It hit her like a ton of bricks. She cried out, as a heavenly orgasm spasmed uncontrollably through her rigid body. 

He let her down easy, gently licking her glistening slit from top to bottom, slowly bringing her back to earth. 

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, basking in the afterglow of a fabulous orgasm. "Do I have your mother to thank for that?"

"Un-huh," he said, "and Darcy, she was the first to show me how."

Only half paying attention, it took a moment for that to sink in. "You're fucking your mother... and your sister?"

He turned and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips, giving her a taste of her own pussy. "I am, and now I'm going to fuck you," His massive cock pressed down against her mound. She adjusted her hips until she felt his head penetrate her. She gasped, as he slowly filled her up, stretching her out, sliding into her, inch by inch. Once in, she squeezed him tight, keeping him buried deep inside her, savoring his incredible size.

"If that's okay with you?" he asked, his cock already deep inside her. He shifted his weight to his hands and knees, and then slowly drew his cock out of her. He held himself at her entrance, teasing her.

She struggled, trying to remember her last fuck. "Yes! Come on baby, do it. Fuck me... hard."

He plunged in, pumping her velvety cunt for all he was worth. She moaned, loudly, thrusting her hips up to meet him. "Yes," she cried, "that's so fucking good... don't stop... make me cum." She couldn't believe she was about to cum again, and tried to count the number of orgasms she'd had today. She only got to two when another powerful orgasm scrambled her brain, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing through her body, with each thrust of his cock.

As her orgasm dissipated, she focused on Derrick, pounding away at her pussy, driving himself to the finish line. "That's it baby," she cooed, "fuck me... harder... cum for me... just like you did for your mother... hurry... I want you to cum."

He pulled out of her just in time, sending a rope of cum reeling towards her face. Her look of surprise told him that she wasn't expecting it. Too late, it slammed into her chin and splashed up on her mouth and nose. He stroked out more of his load, aiming for her large tits, and then let the last of it dribble into her thatch. Exhausted, he said, "I guess I should have warned you."

"If that's what you did this morning, then I guess I asked for it." She scooped the cum off her face and looked at her gooey fingers. Licking her lips, she asked, "What did your mom do with this?"

He pushed her finger into her open mouth, answering her question with a chuckle. "That's one of my mom's latest fantasies, getting a facial. Dad and I gave her one, yesterday. I'll help clean you up, if you want."

She smacked her lips, sucking the white goo off her finger. "Whatever you do for your Mom."

He took his time, slurping his junk off of her ample breasts, toying with his goo and occasionally planting a sticky kiss on her lips.

"So, let me understand. You're fucking Darlene, Darcy, and now Daniel's in on it."

His grinned like a cheshire cat.

"Your mom mentioned that she recently had her first ass-fucked, compliments of Daniel."

"Yeah, I had to settle for seconds."

She stared at him in disbelief. "Your mom took... that... up her ass. No way."

He nodded, giving her plenty of time to consider what to say next.

"Fuck! You're going to make me ask?"

"Dad and I did a double, me in her ass and Dad in her cunt. It was so fucking hot. Have you tried it?"

"Up the ass, yes, but a double, no. Plus, it was a very long time ago. Luckily, I won't have to deal with that today."

"Why not?"

"Because you just got off, and Johnny will be home in an hour. There's not enough time."

He looked at her quizzically. "I don't need an hour."

"Get out of here, nobody comes back that quick."

He scooted forward, straddling her tits. "Open wide."

Too stunned to object, she opened her mouth and let him flop the head of his soft cock into her. She licked the head, getting another taste of her musky pussy. He reached back and fingered her wet snatch, pushing her oozing juices down into the crack of her ass. She eased in more of his cock, feeling it firm up as she sucked. God damn, could she really take this monster up her ass? She felt his finger enter her tight asshole and realized she was already past the point of no return.

"You like that?" he said, pushing his finger deeper into her ass, and then thumbing her slippery gash.

Her eyes smiled as his cock grew in her mouth. Initially, she got most of his soft cock snaked down her throat. As he hardened, the angle of her head prevented her from taking him down her throat. She settled for just the head, slobbering all over it, using her hands to spread saliva down his shaft. Without any lube handy, she wanted him wet, very, very wet. Lifting his cock out of her mouth and stroking the hard shat, she said, "Hey stud, I think this puppy is good to go."

He loved her voice, and the dirty innuendo. He knew from experience that she had to be concerned about his size. He wanted to put her at ease, but wasn't sure how. "Nervous?" he asked.

She nodded, but only slightly, then flashed him a big smile. "Let's do this."

He stepped off the bed and pulled her to the edge, turning her up on all fours. Her ass was humongous, and jiggled when he gave it a light smack. "Your ass is fucking gorgeous, and there's just so much of it."

She turned and looked back at him. "I'll take that as a compliment."

He eased his cock into her cunt, still very wet from her last orgasm. "It was meant to be," he said, spreading her cheeks, exposing her tiny pink rosebud.

"Ahhh," she moaned, as his cock once again filled her up, "like the view?" She thought she was ready for him, but feeling his monster inside her, she began to wonder how she could possible take that up her ass.

"Uh-huh," he said, "but, I need a closer look."

He pulled his cock out and dropped to his knees, and then pressed his face into the crack of her ass. Probing blindly with his tongue, he quickly found her pucker and wiggled the tip of his tongue into her.

"Oh fuck Derrick," she said. His wet tongue immediately relaxed her, and she lay her head down on her arms, arching her back and pushing her wide open crack back against him. "Just like that, get me real slippery."

He once again thumbed her hard little button, causing her to move rhythmically against his face. He pulled back and used his finger to press his saliva into her slightly opened asshole. He couldn't resist sliding a finger in and watching it disappear. "You ready?"

"Fuck yes, but just be gentle."

He stood and pressed the head of his cock against her tight opening. She wiggled her ass, like she was trying to draw his cock into her. He obliged, forcing the tip in, stretching her open.

"Ohhh," she moaned, lightly at first, but then louder as he pressed himself into her. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as he eased up, giving her time to adjust. "A little more," she said, with a slight tremble in her voice. He pushed again, harder, this time, forcing the head in, stretching her sphincter to the max. Again she cried out, but this time he stayed put, waiting for her muscle to relax. As the pain subsided, she wiggled her ass, working him into her, thankful that he wasn't pressing forward. 




The Panty Sniffer Ch. 03



"You're doing great," he said, "once you relax, I'll be in."

She laughed, a nervous little laugh. "Easy for you to say, it's my ass on the line, not yours."

He joined her laughter, and gave her cheek another light smack. Laughing must have done the trick. He felt her muscle release, and quickly pushed himself in two or three inches.

She moaned again, but this time it was all pleasure. It was still tight as hell, but he was in, at least a little way. She held her breath, and then pushed back, taking in another inch. "Holy mother of God," she shouted, "how much more is there?"

He was less than half-way in, but didn't want to tell her that. "I'm almost all the way in." He had a mouthful of spit ready, so he pulled all but the head of his cock out of her ass and dribbled a big glob onto his cock. He easily pushed in an extra inch without any trouble. "I'm in," he lied. "Ready to fuck?"

Relief washed over her. She reached for her clit, thinking she would need a little extra to get off. "Do it big boy, fuck my ass."

He pumped her slowly, carful not to give away his secret.

"Oh yeah," she said, "faster, faster... fuck me hard... harder."

He was wound up now, watching his cock slide in and out of her generous ass. The harder he pounded her, the further in he went, and the closer he got to unloading inside her. 

Her grunting grew louder with each thrust. She cried out in pleasure when he finally had himself balls deep in her ass. "Oh baby... oh baby... Cum with me... I'm so fucking close."

"I'm almost there," he replied, breathlessly.

"Don't wait for me baby... cum in my ass... cum now."

As if on command, Derrick erupted deep in her ass.

She felt his release inside her, and roughly fingered herself to orgasm as he pumped the last of his load into her. She felt a sudden surge of pride, getting her young stud off in her ass, and wondered how she was going to top that.

Derrick flopped on the bed next to her and watched her come down from her orgasm. She stretched out her legs, careful not to let any of Derrick's goo drip onto Johnny's bed. That would be hard to explain.

After resting for a few minutes, she turned to him and said, "That's the best fuck I've had in a very long time." 

"Which one?"

She gave him a playful smack on the thigh. "I'm serious, I've been so wound up in Johnny's football career, I just haven't made time for myself. I just want to say thank you... and thank you for helping Johnny. If there's anything I can do for you, just ask."

He gazed into her in the eyes. What he really wanted was to fuck a girl his own age, somebody besides his sister. "This has been a lot of fun the last few days, first my mother, then my sister, and now you. But, I'll never get a chance to fuck a girl like Celia, she'd never give me the time of day."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to see where this was going. As much as she wanted to keep him to herself, she need to come up with a plan to get him laid. Hell, it didn't even have to be much of a plan. Every one of the girls pictured on Johnny's wall would jump his cock in a heartbeat, if they only knew how big it was. "Okay, I'll think of something to get you laid, who did you have in mind?" she asked, pointing to Johnny's picture wall.

He started scanning the pictures, starting with the most recent ones on the bottom. "Is that Maya?" he asked, pointing the asian girl with the long black hair.

She chuckled. "You heard me talking about her, didn't you?"

"Yeah, is she available?"

"Hey, this is going to be a long shot. I don't even know if I can talk Johnny into it. I just wanted to get an idea of what kind of girl you'd like... you know... for your first date."

He returned to the wall, taking a close look of each picture. He was nearly back to the beginning when he spotted his sister. "Holy fuck! That's Darcy's senior picture."

Mandy took a close look. "Oops, I forgot about that one. It was a long time ago, when Johnny was a freshman." A funny thought struck her, and she tried to suppress a giggle.

"What?"

"Well, it seems that you've already had one of Johnny's girls."

"Cute, but it doesn't count. Besides, I don't need to see these pictures to know that I want Celia, the girl I met earlier."

"Good choice, and I'll do my best to make it happen, but on one condition."

"What's that?"

"On the days you tutor Johnny, after you're done, you spend a little time with me. I'll even make sure to have panties ready, nice and wet, just the way you like them."

"Like I'm going to turn that down." He fished her panties out of his pants pocket. "Can I keep these?"

"Why, is your mom going to ask for proof?"

Yeah, she probably would. "No, after seeing Johnny's trophy wall, I'm thinking of starting one of my own."

"Okay, you can keep them. Let's get out of here before Johnny comes home."

He stuffed her lime green panties into his pocket and followed her out the door.

*****

Derrick bounded down the stairs and flopped into the reclining love seat, next to his mom. Dad was sawing logs in his recliner. "Where's Darcy?"

"She had a date tonight." Darlene took one look at the expression on his face and knew that she would have to be sharing Derrick with Mandy. "You were gone for more than four hours, was it that good?"

"Tutoring was two hours, but yes, It was incredible." His enthusiasm was boundless, and he couldn't wait to tell his mom all about it, especially the part about finding a girl for him. But, first things first. "Is there anything to eat?"

"There's a sandwich on the counter." Her patience ran out before he got halfway through his sandwich. "Are you going to keep me guessing?"

He shook his head and swallowed. "It went just like you planned. She asked me to carry the dirty clothes hamper down to the laundry, and there was a pair of panties on top, just like I knew there would be."

"Where was Johnny?" he said, wolfing down the last of his sandwich.

"He had a date with Celia, this drop dead gorgeous blonde."

"So, you and Mandy... did you?"

"Oh yeah, twice for me and three times for her. But, that's not even the best part."

She arched an eyebrow, letting her silence speak for itself. She felt a sudden pang of jealousy.

"She's going to hook me up with a girl my age."

"Whoa cowboy," she said, skeptically, "I think you skipped a few steps."

"I know Mom, it's just that Johnny had this wall of pictures of all the girls he's dated... and fucked."

"You were in Johnny's room?"

"Not for the tutoring, buy yeah, later, when I fucked Ms. McCabe."

She shook her head. "That was Mandy's idea?"

"No, it was mine. Knowing that she knew about my... you know... big cock... it made me feel like I was in control... that I knew what I was doing."

"Wow, how did Mandy react?"

"She wants me back for more, after my tutoring sessions with Johnny. And I told her I would, but only if she helped me find a girl my age."

"And she agreed?" A sense of pride washed over her, replacing the dreaded jealousy that had gripped her earlier.

"Yeah, she knows all about Johnny's girls. She'll figure out something."

"When?"

"Nothing specific, but it better be soon."

She found her mind wandering, counting up the number of Mandy's orgasms. Fuck, that must have been a years worth for her. The moist warmth building between her legs was going to have to be satisfied. With his interest turning to younger girls, she wondered if Derrick would have anything left for her. "So, three times?" She knew he'd get hard if she could just get him talking about Mandy.

"The first was my tongue. She's so much bigger than you and Darcy, there is just a lot more of her to handle, and her breasts are really big."

She closed her eyes, replaying her morning with Derrick, on the kitchen table. She listened to him describe each of Mandy's orgasms, in the cunt and then in the ass. It was all she could to keep her hands off herself. When she opened her eyes, she glanced over to Derricks's lap. Rock hard, just as she expected. "Got anything left for your old mom?"

"Always," he said, pushing down his shorts and letting his cock flop up, "climb on."

Still wearing the baby blue panties from this morning, she opened her robe and peeled them off. He took a deep sniff and stretched them over his face. That really turned her on, and she quickly had him inside her in one smooth motion. "Ahhh," she cooed, as she indulged herself on his monster cock, sliding herself up and down at will.

He squeezed her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples. "Thanks for setting me up with Mandy—"

She interrupted him, slightly annoyed, "It's just me right now, forget Mandy."

"Sorry Mom, anything you want, just ask for it."

The possibilities were endless, but all she wanted right now was a nice slow fuck on her son's massive cock. "I've got what I want right now." She nuzzled his neck and let her orgasm build slowly, inching forward with each trip up and down his marvelous cock.

He worked her nipples, content to relax and let her control the pace. He wanted to let her get off on her own terms, kind of thank you for all she had done for him. It would have worked too, if that fucking Celia hadn't popped into his mind. "Mom... I can't hold out any longer."

"Don't worry son." She kept up the same steady pace as she felt him release inside her. She was close, and he should still have enough for her to finish. If not, she had her finger ready.

"Oh Mom... I'm sorry."

"Hush," she said, putting a finger to his lips, "I'm doing just fine." Up and down she went on his slowly softening shaft, eking out just enough pleasure to keep her orgasm building, building, until... there it was, budding deep inside her... flowing outward... flooding her body with indescribable pleasure.

Derrick was in awe of his mother's powerful orgasm. It went on and on, ebbing and flowing as she fucked him until he was too soft to continue. It left her exhausted and she dozed off with his cock still locked inside her. 

As he replayed the days events, he was shocked to feel himself getting hard again. He closed his eyes and kept still, hoping not to disturb her reverie.

The hand rubbing her ass eased her out of her slumber. Without looking, she knew it was Daniel. But the real shock, was the hard cock still inside her. How long had she been sleeping?

"Got room for me?" came the voice from behind her.

She turned and took in the grin on Daniel's face, along with the lube in one hand and his hard cock in the other. Apparently, she wasn't quite finished for the day.

"Hang on Mom," Derrick said, dropping the footrest and trying to get to his feet. He wasn't quite as strong as he thought, and fell back into the chair, unable to lift them both. "A little help Dad?"

"I'll get it," Daniel said, "but, let me get her ready first." He slathered her ass with a generous dollop of lube, and then smeared the excess onto his cock. He cupped her ass, ready to lift when Derrick tried to stand. "Ready."

With his dad lifting most of her weight, he easily stood with his mother still impaled on his hard cock.

Darlene wrapped her arms around her son's neck and lifted her legs, opening herself up to her husband's waiting cock. 

Daniel squatted just enough to position his cock at the entrance to her tight little bum, then stood, easily forcing his slippery shaft into his wife's ass.

"Ahhh," she moaned, surprised to take him in so easily. She placed her hand on her son's shoulders, and then leaned back against her husband's chest. "Ready when you are."

Derrick gripped her thighs, and together with his Dad, lifted Darlene up and down on their cocks, fucking her in unison.

"Oh my," she said, "I think I'm going to like this."

Starting out slowly, they steadily picked up the pace until they had Darlene moaning in ecstasy, ready for yet another orgasm. Like this morning, she got noisy, letting loose a string of erotic sounds, punctuated with every sexual obscenity in her vocabulary. 

Her foul mouth motivated them to pump her even harder. 

It all turned to gibberish when a powerful orgasm swept away what little control she had left. Each time she felt her orgasm ebbing, it would return with a vengeance, sending her into a renewed frenzy of noisy expletives, egging them on to pump her even harder. She could hear them grunting, and began to wonder if they would ever cum. Every time she was ready to tell them enough, another powerful wave of pleasure would wash over her, erasing any thoughts of stopping.

Mercifully, they both unloaded within seconds of each other, buried deep inside her. They managed two more feeble pumps before loosing control themselves. It was just enough to send one last wave of pleasure coursing through her pulsing body.

"Oh fuck, Mom, that was unbelievable."

Finally getting her breathing under control, she dropped her feet and stood on her own. She could feel their cocks softening inside her, but wasn't quite ready to lift herself off. "What about you dear, was it unbelievable?"

Daniel gave her breast a playful squeeze, answering her question.

"Hand me my panties," Darlene said, grinning wildly at her son, "you'll need these for tomorrow."

They all laughed as Darlene managed to get her baby blue panties back on without spilling a drop of their precious goo.



The Panty Sniffer Ch. 04



For a few days, an unedited version of chapter four was accidentally posted as chapter three, so you may have already read the unedited version. Be sure not to miss the new chapter three. A special thanks to the readers that pointed this out to me, and I am sorry for the confusion it caused.

Please enjoy the fourth chapter in this work of fiction. Mom's panty sniffing son is the youngest of the characters, and is nineteen years old. A special thanks to the volunteer editors who have helped me get this published —Taylor VanCannon.

*****

Darlene was in the middle of emptying the dishwasher when she glanced down at the vibrating phone and frowned. It had been months since she last heard from Mandy McCabe. She reluctantly accepted the call and put her on speaker.

"Hi Mandy," Darlene said, "it's been a long time." Mandy had dropped out of sight after her sister was arrested, along with her boyfriend, for running a prostitution ring of local, middle aged mothers. The newspapers were ruthless, calling them the MILF Crew. Fortunately for Mandy, they cut a deal with prosecutors to get themselves out of the headlines, and were serving time upstate.

"Too long," came the reply. "How have you been?"

"Good," Darlene replied, suddenly sympathetic to Mandy's predicament. "That business with your sister must have been hard on you. I should have been there for you." They became close friends when Derrick tutored Johnny, getting him through his high school math and science classes. Johnny was a natural football talent, but had trouble maintaining his academic eligibility, pretty much the exact opposite of Derrick.

"I appreciate that," Mandy said, "but I was in no shape to see anybody. It was just too embarrassing."

"How's Johnny taking it?" Darlene asked, stacking clean dishes on the counter.

"Is somebody with you?"

"No," she replied, "I'm alone. You just caught me cleaning up the kitchen. You're on speaker, I hope you don't mind."

"Okay," Mandy said, exasperation in her voice. "The investigators were horrible. At one point, they even thought Johnny was part of my sister's crew."

"What? How on earth could they think that?" 

"It's a long story, are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Absolutely," Darlene said, ignoring the dishwasher and taking a seat at the table. "I can take a break."

"You heard about Johnny's football season?"

"Oh yeah," she replied, "that's all Derrick could talk about when State kicked their asses in the bowl game. Awarded MVP, and in his freshman year. Wow."

"Well," she started, slowly, "that got him a lot of attention from the girls, if you know what I mean."

Darlene laughed. Johnny was a real stud, athletic and handsome. "Like he needed any help in that department."

"Yeah," Mandy said, "and I didn't do much to discourage it."

"How so?"

"Ever since his father died," she said, "I've had to pick up where Butch left off."

Darlene detected a note of sadness in her voice. "That's understandable, but from what I've seen, you've done a pretty good job."

"Thanks," she replied, "but I think I got a little too involved... with his love life."

Fuck! Darlene was struck by the possibility that she wasn't the only one fucking her son. "Ummm, you and Johnny..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

"Darlene! No!" Mandy said, emphatically. "Why would you even think that?"

Now she'd stepped in it. There was no way she could tell her why that thought came to her mind. Think.

Mandy instantly regretted the accusation. "I'm sorry Darlene, that didn't come out right. Johnny and I have alway been open with each other, and he has always confided in me... you know... about the girls that came his way. And... maybe I've been a little too helpful... you know... telling him how to handle these inexperienced girls."

"Really?" Darlene asked, happy to have dodged a bullet. 

"Yeah," she said, wistfully, "I know I shouldn't indulge him, but..."

"Let me guess, you're not seeing anyone?"

"Nope," Mandy said, slightly annoyed. "I was too focused on raising Johnny. Anyway, my sister has pretty much fucked that up. As soon as a guy hears my name... well, you know..." Her voice trailed off, then she said, defiantly, "Fuck! I didn't have anything to do with what they did, but I'm paying the price."

"I hear you," she said, suddenly curious to hear more about Johnny's exploits. "But... listening to Johnny... it must get you pretty wound up."

"No shit!" Mandy said, thankful for her friends understanding tone.

Darlene was treading in uncharted territory, and desperately wanted to hear exactly what Johnny had been telling her. She slipped a hand inside her robe and gave her breast a tender squeeze, flicking her nipple, instantly making it hard. Oh yeah, she definitely wanted to hear more, but was afraid of pushing Mandy too hard. "Why did the investigators suspect Johnny?"

"You met her boyfriend, Jerome, when you guys came to my place last summer," Mandy said, "remember?"

"I do," Darlene said, "I remember thinking Cindy had done very well for herself. The guy was smooth, good looking and a real stud."

Mandy laughed, "Yeah, he was quite an upgrade from her deadbeat ex. But, you don't know the half of it."

"Tell me."

"I know about it now," Mandy replied, "but when they dated last summer, I didn't have a clue."

"About what?"

"The guy was what you call a gigolo," she said with a note of disgust, "he never worked a day in his life."

"I don't get it," Darlene said, "your sister isn't that well off, is she?"

"Exactly," Mandy said, "Cindy has a head for business, but she's the one paying alimony to... well, you know."

"So, why would Jerome be interested in your sister?"

"He was in looove with her," she said, sarcastically, drawing out the word.

"You're not making any sense."

"Look, Jerome had this talent for breaking up with his girlfriends in a way that keeps them in his life, and supporting him."

"You're shitting me," Darlene said, "who would be crazy enough to do that?"

"I don't know," Mandy said, "maybe he's that good in bed. You know... they get to keep their independence and have no commitments, and get laid on their own terms. Hell, right now, that even sounds good to me."

It was Darlene's turn to laugh. "Girl, you've got it bad."

"Yeah," she replied, "like I don't have enough problems keeping Johnny in check."

"So, how did the prostitution thing get started?"

"Well, it turns out that Jerome was big on threesomes. Once he had a new lady on the hook, he'd invite one of his well heeled buddies to... you know... share the wealth."

Darlene pictured herself with Daniel and Derrick, yesterday morning, getting double fucked in her own threesome. "Sheesh," she replied, feigning innocence, "and his buddies were paying him?"

"No," she replied, "that part was my sister's brilliant fucking idea."

"No shit!"

"No shit," Mandy replied, "once Cindy found out about his string of ex-girlfriends, all she could see was dollar signs."

"Man oh man?" Darlene said, "What exactly did she do?"

"She organized the whole business, and left it to Jerome to sweet talk his exes into hooking for them. He also recruited the johns from his long list of buddies. When they were busted, they had more than two million in cash, hidden in the attic."

"They made that much money?"

"Yeah, they turned about a dozen exes into hookers, and charged the johns three grand a night. Each lady got one, and they cleared two. Each gal set her own schedule, and would only do johns once or twice a week."

"Johns would pay that much?"

"Like I said, Jerome had some well heeled friends. They could have all the young girls they wanted, but getting a middle aged mother? Apparently they were willing to pay up for that."

Darlene frowned, "Middle aged? Is that what we are these days?"

Mandy laughed, "Afraid so."

"So, they operated out of a house... or what?"

"No, that was the beauty of the business. The hookers would meet their johns for drinks in a fancy hotel bar, so it would just look like a chance encounter."

"Damn," Darlene said, doing some quick mental calculations, "that's like fifty grand a week."

"More," she said, "especially after they expanded."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, that's how Johnny came to the attention of the investigators."

"I don't get it."

"I was picking up Johnny to come stay with me on the weekends. He always had a waiting list of girls to date, and it wouldn't be long before a new girl would show up to spend the weekend with him."

"In the house? With you?"

"No, when he started high school, Butch converted the garage attic into an apartment for him. It had a separate entrance, so he pretty much had his own place. That's where he... entertained his girls."

"Sweet."

"Yeah, and then on Saturday's, Cindy and Jerome would conveniently disappear during the day and let the kids use their indoor spa. Sometimes they would bring home take out and have dinner with them."

Darlene started to get the picture, Mom was enabling Johnny's love life, and Cindy was... what, recruiting Johnny's girls? Holy fuck! "Mmmm," she said, not wanting to appear too judgmental.

As if Mandy read her mind, she said, "No, not Johnny's girls, they were after their mothers."

"What?" Darlene said, raising her voice. "Jerome was recruiting the mothers of Johnny's dates?"

"I know, it is hard to believe," Mandy replied, "but, it makes sense if you consider what kind of mother would let their daughter spend the weekend with a star football player. For starters, they probably didn't have a man in their lives to rein the girls in, and they could probably use the extra money."

"Yeah," Darlene said, thoughtfully, "so the mothers were easy pickings for Jerome."

"You got it, by the time they got busted, they were up to twenty-five hookers, total."

"And Johnny had no idea?"

"He says he didn't," Mandy replied, "and I believe him. Once the investigators connected Johnny to the hooker's daughters, they assumed he was in on it. We had to fight like hell to clear his name."

Out of the corner of her eye, Darlene saw a shadow just outside the kitchen door. She said, "Hold on, I have another call coming in," and then muted the phone. "Derrick! Get your ass in here."

Derrick skulked into the kitchen, his face flushed, his cock bulging against the thin fabric of his shorts. "Mom," he pleaded, "don't get mad. I couldn't help listening."

She took one look at his cock, and then shook her head, bringing a finger to her lips, shushing him. Already aroused, and waiting to hear more of what Johnny had been up to, she couldn't resist giving her son's cock a gentle squeeze. "You can listen, but you can't say a word, okay?"

As soon as he nodded, she tapped the phone and said, "Fucking salesman. I'm glad Johnny is in the clear. You must have been a nervous wreck."

"No shit," she replied, "for a while I thought they would come after me, for enabling Johnny... you know... providing him a place to be with his girls and all."

Darlene chose her words carefully, eager to get Mandy talking about Johnny's girls. "So, you didn't really know what Johnny was up to."

"I'd love to plead complete ignorance," Mandy said, "but like I said, Johnny and I were close, and on the drive back to campus he would fill me in on his weekend... you know..."

Mandy seemed reluctant to complete the thought. It was now or never, so Darlene said, with as much empathy as she could muster, "I don't know how you did it... I mean... restrain yourself after listening to Johnny's... conquests."

"Who says I did," Mandy whispered, "shit, his trysts were so fucking hot, half the time I would get myself off on the drive back home."

That's what Darlene wanted to hear. Derrick's eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched his mom squeeze her breast and tug at her hard nipple. She giggled, then asked, "Just half?"

That brought a hearty laugh from Mandy. It also brought Derrick's hand to his mother's other breast. He caressed it, gently pinching the hard nipple. Darlene's free hand slipped inside his pants, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. Mandy said, "Sounds like you've got my number."

"I'd love to hear more," Darlene said, in a husky voice, "if you're in the mood to share any details."

"You bad girl," Mandy replied, "this is getting you turned on, isn't it?"

"Busted," she confessed, "I've never tried getting off while I was driving."

"Not recommended," she said, "but it is a hell of a thrill. Anything in particular you want to hear?"

Darlene stared into Derrick's eyes, "Yeah, something that will get me off right now." 

He slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, and then gazed down at her baby blue panties. He reached for her crotch, feeling her moist warmth through the thin fabric.

Mandy licked her lips, aroused by Darlene's unexpected reaction. "Well, a few weeks ago a stunning Asian girl showed up. I think her name was Maya."

"Mmmm," Darlene said, her voice husky, "describe her." Derrick slipped her panties down and lifted her onto the kitchen table, spreading her legs. He brought her panties to his face, found the crotch and inhaled deeply.

"She was into yoga, you know the type, lithe and flexible. Her raven hair was long, reaching the crack of her tight little ass. And those long legs, they were to die for."

"Ahhh," Darlene moaned. Derrick's face was in her crotch, nuzzling her fiery red muff, probing her slit with his soft, wet tongue. "Better get to the good parts... I'm not going last long."

Mandy leaned back in her office chair, stunned by her friend's quick arousal. She put her phone on speaker and set it down, freeing her hands to fondle her large breasts. "Mind if I join you?" 

Derrick's tongue had her moaning softly. "Better hurry, if you're going to keep up. Where are you?"

"In my office, leaning back in my chair." She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her sweats and raised her ass, peeling them off, along with her panties. Next, came the top, lifting it, along with her bra, just enough to free her massive tits. She squeezed them with one hand, tugging on her hard nipples. Her other hand was between her legs, rubbing her neatly trimmed triangle. She used a thumb to push open her labia, opening up her pink slit. "Mmmm," she whispered, sliding a finger up into her wet cunt, "now I'm with you."

Darlene listened to her clothes coming off, and tried to picture her friend, leaning back in her chair, fingering herself. She was a full figured gal, very curvy, with large breasts. She lay back on the table and pulled her knees up, exposing more of her crotch to Derrick's luscious tongue. "Did Johnny fuck her?"

"Too many times to count." Mandy flicked her hard button, sending a wave of pleasure through her. She needed to give her friend more, but wasn't sure what would turn her on, so she asked, "How about you, try anything new lately?"

Derrick raise his head when he heard the question. Darlene glared at him, motioning with her hand for him to get his tongue back in her glistening snatch. He shook his head, and then jammed a finger up her ass, daring her to lead Mandy in that direction. She shook her head, emphatically. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Tell her, or you'll have to finish this yourself."

Darlene glared at he son. There was no way she was letting him off the hook, she had to have more of his luscious tongue. Praying she wouldn't offend Mandy, she said, "Does taking it up the ass count?"

Mandy smiled, and plunged a second finger inside her. She didn't expect that from Darlene, nor the sudden rush of desire it gave her. "I'd say so. I tried it once, but that was a long time ago."

Derricks tongue was back in her cunt, where it belonged. "I had my first two days ago," she confided, "in the kitchen, with Daniel."

Nothing surprised Mandy at this point. She couldn't resist letting her tits go and using her other hand to press a finger up against her asshole. Her mind shifted from Johnny's girls to Daniel, ass-fucking her friend. "From behind?"

"Uh-huh," Darlene said, "he had me bent over the kitchen counter. What about Johnny, has he... you know."

Mandy was panting, frigging herself in both holes. "Yeah, once, I think her name was Linda, not long after he started college. It kind of surprised me when he told me about it. If I remember correctly, that was one of my better drives home."

Darlene was on the edge of a massive orgasm. Derrick was relentlessly flicking her clit while he continued fingering her ass. She groaned, "Mandy, I'm..." It hit before her words were out, a massive orgasm, fueled by the thought of her friend getting off along with her. She was loud, grunting, screeching, making all manner of erotic sounds.

Mandy fingers were a flurry of motion, as she pictured Daniel fucking her friend's ass, in the kitchen. It was just enough. She moaned loudly, letting the orgasmic pleasure flow through her rigid body. She was not as noisy as Darlene, but she got the job done.

Darlene was so preoccupied with her own orgasm, she failed to hear what was happening with Mandy. Before she could gather her thoughts, Derrick stood and slid his cock into her very slippery cunt. She smiled at him, not at all surprised where this was going. "Did you get off?"

Mandy relaxed, letting her orgasm dissipate while she got her breathing under control. "I did, thank you very much."

Darlene was eager to end the call, before Derrick got too far along and gave away his presence. "You asked about tutoring, do you still want Derrick to do that."

Mandy didn't expect the quick change of subject. She was hoping that Darlene would give something up about Derrick, like she had with Johnny. She was not to be denied. "That would be great, but first, you have to dish up some dirt on Derrick."

Derrick stopped pumping his mom and stared at her, dumbfounded. Darlene motioned to her panties, and questioned him with her eyes. Derrick immediately understood, and considered the possibilities. Suddenly that thought of sniffing Mandy's panties became a real possibility. He nodded, and resumed pumping her with a renewed energy.

"Now who's the naughty girl."

"Hey, it's only fair. I gave up some serious dirt on Johnny."

Darlene looked at her son, and saw the desire in his face. She wanted him to learn how to date girls his own age, but she had no idea how to make that happen. She knew the moment she mentioned his pantie fetish, Mandy would be next on his to do list. She wan't the right age, but at least she was outside the family. It was a start. "Derrick has a fetish that I just found out about two days ago, although it's been going for years, right under my nose." Derrick paused, nearly laughing out loud at his mom's choice of words.

Mandy gently rubbed her mound with one hand and her breasts with another. "Tell me, it will just be between us."

"I caught him jacking off while he was sniffing my panties."

Mandy laughed, "That must have been awkward."

"I guess caught isn't the right word, I saw him doing it."

"You didn't say anything to him?"

"I started to," she said, almost whispering, "but I got distracted."

"By what?"

She paused for effect, giving Mandy plenty of them to consider the possibilities. "He has the biggest cock I've ever seen."

"Holy shit! He's so... scrawny."

"Who knew? I watched him finish, and then, kind of like you, I ran downstairs and diddled myself in the office. You wouldn't believed how fast I got myself off."

Mandy had a finger back in her pussy, rubbing her tender clit. "That is some serious dirt." She closed her eyes and tried to picture Derrick, stroking his cock, sniffing a pair of panties. "Mmmm, it was really that big?"

Derricks pumping was starting to have an effect on Darlene. Big? Oh yeah, she wanted to say, and he's fucking me right now. "I can get off just thinking about it. How about you?"




The Panty Sniffer



"Is that what you did earlier?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, but first, let me check out the door. Maybe I can figure this out." She stepped back to the double doors until she was almost out of sight. She peeked her head around the corner and could see Derrick in the recliner, holding his cock.

"What do you see?" he asked.

"Mom must have come home to change and caught you in the recliner. For whatever reason, she decided not to confront you."

"How could I have missed her?"

"You had your eyes closed, remember. If it happened just as you were about to get off, you could easily have missed her."

"I guess, but how did her red panties get into my drawer."

"I don't know, yet. What did you do after you got off?"

"I took a long shower, then I ran into you when I came out of the bathroom."

"That's when Mom must have planted them, while you were in the shower. Since they were wet, she must have had time to get herself off first. She was probably so turned on by the size of your cock that she just got carried away."

"Do you think that's what happened?" he asked.

"That's what I would have done. Maybe she planted them in the hopes she could catch you again tomorrow."

"Jeez, what do I do now? How am I going to face Mom?"

"First things first, you've got me turned on and I want to watch you finish. Can you get off?"

"Yes, I think so. What about you, do you want to get off like Mom did? Can I watch?"

Darcy pondered the situation. The little snot, now who's about to get busted. She wanted to watch him jack off, and she was definitely hot enough to get herself off. Deep down she worried that she was about to cross a line that she shouldn't. Her budding lust clouded her judgement, probably just like Mom's did. What the hell, she thought, she was already watching him stroke his cock, what would it hurt to let him watch her.

"Okay, but not a word of this to anybody. Agreed?"

"Absolutely, who would believe me anyway?" She had her tee halfway off when he stopped her, "Do it slowly, I want to enjoy this."

"I'm not doing a striptease for you!"

"Please," he pleaded, "I've never... well... no one has ever done that for me... please."

"Oh, alright you big baby," she teased, "have it your way." She finished pulling the tee over her head and gave it a few twirls before tossing to him. Her tits were small, barely big enough to need a bra. She bought her hands up and squeezed them, pinching her pointy nipples between her thumb and forefinger, leaning in so he could get a good look. "Mmmm, how's that?" she asked, patting her firm abs and shaking her little tits for him. She was one tight package for just over five feet tall.

"Sweet," he said, slowly rubbing his cock, "now do your shorts."

She locked her hands behind her neck, suggestively pumping her hips, then turned and slid her shorts down as she bent over, slowly exposing the cheeks of her ass to him. She arched her back, her white thong visible as the shorts dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them. She wiggled her ass for him, then reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, giving him a view of her smooth crack, and the crinkled edges of her asshole peeking out around the edges of the narrow thong.

"Fuck Darcy, that's so hot, turn around so I can see your—"

"Pussy?" she interrupted.

"Yeah, show me your pussy."

Still bent over, she peeled off the thong, exposing her pussy lips, and the dusting of red pubes covering them. After another ass wiggle, she stood and turned to face him, her hands on her hips, cocking her head and giving him a seductive look, "Is this what you wanted to see?"

He nodded enthusiastically, tossing his mom's panties aside to focus on Darcy's exposed muff.

She moved in close to him and used one hand to play with her nipples and the other to rub her crotch. "You like that?" she asked, "Is this the first pussy you've seen?"

"Yes," he said sheepishly, "I've only seen pictures before."

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Can I?"

She took his hand and placed it on her crotch. He rubbed her neatly trimmed red bush before slipping a finger between the wet folds of her pussy lips. "It's so soft... and wet... and hot... Am I doing it right?"

"You're doing just fine," she said, reaching over and wrapping her fingers around his hard cock. "Let's get each other off."

"Oh Darcy, your hand feels so good, way better than mine."

"Slide your finger up inside me... Yes, just like that... Now press your thumb at the front of my slit... A little higher... Yes right there, can you feel that hard spot, it's about the size of a pea?"

"Yes, there?"

"Ahhh," she said, "right there, just rub it gently."

She leaned forward, dragging her nipple across his chin to his lips. He sucked her breast, pulling at her hard nipple with his lips.

Unable to continue stroking his cock, she yelled, "Oh God, Derrick, I'm going to cum... Don't stop... Faster..." She shrieked when her orgasm hit, buckling her knees. It was only his finger inside her that kept her upright.

When she recovered from the intense orgasm, she gripped his cock and stroked it furiously, eager to give him an orgasm every bit as good as the one she just experienced.

He pulled his finger out of her and brought it to his mouth. The taste of her musky juices sent him over the edge. "Get ready?" he shouted, "I'm going to..."

Darcy jammed her mouth over the large, mushroom head of his cock as he exploded, filling her mouth with his warm cum. She swallowed as she stroked out his load, catching every drop.

"Oh my God," Derrick said, "I can't believe you did that for me. It felt so good."

"Remember, it's our little secret," Darcy said, licking her lips as she picked up her clothes and headed back to her room.

*****

Darlene was having second thoughts about leaving the panties in her son's drawer, and was reluctant to go home and face him. She texted her husband: "How about dinner and a movie tonight?"

Despite her uneasiness, she couldn't get the size of her son's cock out of her mind. She still couldn't believe she got herself off by barely touching herself. Derrick must have found the panties by now. Would he say something to her?

Daniel responded: "Sounds good, lets meet at Mezza Luna, 5:30."

She texted back: "Deal."

She texted Darcy: "You two are on your own for dinner. Pizza in the freezer. Don't wait up for us."

Darcy replied: "Have fun."

"Who was that?" Derrick asked, watching Darcy respond to a text. They were downstairs in the family room, sprawled out on the leather sectional watching more 'House of Cards' on Netflix.

"Mom, they're going out tonight and won't be home until later," Darcy replied, "She said there was pizza in the freezer. Want some now?"

"Sure."

"Okay, pause the show and I'll get it in the oven."

Darcy returned and they finished watching the sixth episode just as the dinger went off.

"Pizza's ready," Derrick said, "Want me to serve it up."

"I'll do it, you did lunch."

Darcy returned with the hot pizza, paper plates, napkins and two cold beers. They made quick work of the pizza and beer before starting episode seven.

"How about another beer?" Derrick asked.

"Sure, your turn to get it."

Derrick paused the show until he returned with two more cold beers, then settled back into the leather sofa, beer in hand.

"Have you seen this before?" Darcy asked.

"No, have you?"

"Yes, I think there is a scene in this episode that you're going to like."

"Tell me about it."

"Patience, it is coming up."

Frank Underwood was in Zoe Barnes' apartment, drinking a bottle of wine. It was Father's Day, so he suggested that she call her father. While she was on the phone, she walked up to Frank and unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants.

"This must be it," Derrick said.

"Oh yeah," Darcy replied, slightly buzzed from the beer. "Don't blink."

Frank pushed Zoe back on her bed and slid her black cocktail dress up, exposing her black bikini panties. She continued to talk with her father while Frank slid her panties down and buried his face in her muff. She suppressed a moan while writhing as Frank's head bobbed between her legs. She ended her conversation with her father by promising to see him soon, and wished him a happy Father's Day. Her last words to him, as the episode ends, were 'Don't worry, I'm gonna come.' 

Darcy kicked his foot with hers and said, "Told you it would be good. Better than sniffing panties."

"You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Hey, I'm just having fun. What did you think?"

"About the scene? Pretty hot."

"Want to try it?"

He looked at her skeptically. He couldn't tell if she was serious or just messing with him.

"I'm serious," she said, sensing his reluctance, "that scene got me fired up. I'll bet you're hard under that pillow. Let's see."

He tossed aside the pillow he had in his lap, revealing the bulge in his sweats.

"Come over here, before I change my mind," she said, rubbing her crotch through her shorts.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" he asked, kneeling in front of her.

"It's just a small stretch from what we did earlier."

"Sounds good to me," he said, pulling down her shorts. Her thong panties were a pastel blue, not quite covering the tight curls of her red bush. His eyes were fixed on her muff, frozen with desire. He bent down and nuzzled her pussy, tasting the wetness of her panties. He looked up, locking eyes with her, "Ready?"

"Mmmm," was all she could say as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down.

He looked back down, marveling at the sight of her moist pussy. He finished the job of getting her panties off and spread her knees apart. He got in close, inhaling the strong scent of her pussy.

"Don't tease me," she said, reaching out and pulling his head into her crotch.

His tongue found its way over her puffy lips and he wiggled his face, pressing his lips between the folds of her moist cunt.

"Use the tip of your tongue."

He eased his tongue into her gash, savoring the musky taste, working it from top to bottom.

"Ahhh," she moaned, eager to have him find her clit.

He found her hard little nub and flicked it with his tongue. "Is that the spot?" he asked.

"No talking now," she said, "just keep up what you are doing."

She pressed her hips up into his face, keeping her hands on his head, trying to take in all of his tongue as he licked along the length of her gash, returning to her little button.

He could taste her juices flowing into his mouth and feel the heat rising from her loins. Her breath came in short bursts as she moaned in ecstasy. On the brink of orgasm, she cried out, "Ohhh, I'm cumming... Oh, it's so good... Don't stop..."

He pressed in with his tongue, feeling her body go rigid in the grips of an orgasm. When she was done he pulled away and smiled at his sister. Her juices covered his chin and ran down onto his chest.

"Come here," she said, pulling him up and licking her goo off of his chin. "What did you think? Better than dirty panties."

"Much," he said, sitting back down on the couch, "Are you gonna do me?"

"Is that what you want?"

"You know it is."

"Drop your pants and climb up here."

He straddled her on the couch, his cock directly in her face. He stroked its length for her and pressed it to her lips.

"Do you even know what this is called?"

He gave her a look of disgust, "I may not be experienced, but I'm not stupid. It's a blow job."

"Sorry," she said, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, making little sucking sounds.

"That feels so good, have you done it before?"

"Yes, lots of times," she said, lifting her head off of his cock, "but, never to a cock this big."

"Is it too big?"

"Do you want me to talk, or suck you off?"

He made a zipping motion across his lips and guided his cock back into her mouth.

She took him into the back of her throat, getting less than a quarter of his cock in her mouth. At that angle, it was the best she could do. She held his hips and stroked him in and out of her mouth, using her tongue to lick the sensitive underside, just below the head.

"Ohhh," he moaned, "Can you take me deeper into your mouth?"

"Not this time," she said, "help me out by jacking yourself."

"Okay," he said, easing himself back into her mouth, using her saliva to coat the rest of his cock. He stroked slowly as she used her tongue and lips around the head of his cock.

She reached underneath and fondled his balls, gently rolling them from side to side.

"Oh yeah, just like that."

He picked up his pace, taking long strokes from top to bottom as she ran her tongue around his sensitive head. 

She squeezed gently on his balls, sensing that he was about to cum. His moaning grew louder with each frantic stroke. She slid a finger up into the crack of his ass, pressing it against his asshole.

"Ahhh," he moaned, "That is so..."

She pushed her finger into him as he erupted in her mouth, filling it with hot cum. It was more than she could swallow, so she brought her free hand up under her chin to catch the overflow.

He continued to stroke out his load, grunting loudly with each shot of cum. Finally done, he watched her slurp his cum from the palm of her hand before squeezing out one last drop from his cock and licking it off the tip.

"Oh my God, Darcy," he said, panting, "That was so fucking hot. I can't believe you stuck your finger up my ass."

"Did you like that?"

"It was incredible. Do you always do that?"

"What, you mean my finger?" she asked, knowing full well what he was asking about.

"Yes, it was so hot. Can I do that to you, stick my finger up yours?"

"Let me think about it," she said, toying with him. "Maybe next time we could cum together, in a sixty-nine. Have you done that before?"

"Oh yeah! All the time. Twice on Sundays."

"Right. Don't worry, I'll show you how," she said, chagrined. "Remember, you still have to deal with Mom."

"Ugh, I'm not looking forward to that. I'll just head to bed now and put that off until tomorrow."

"Chicken shit," she said laughing, "See you tomorrow."

*****

Darlene slipped into bed beside her husband and snuggled up to him, wearing only her panties.

"You're in a good mood," Daniel said, "Something I should know about?"

She tossed her leg over his and reached down between his legs, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. "I just wanted to say thanks for tonight. That was sweet."

"You're welcome," he said, sliding his boxers down.

"Nice," she said, running her hand over his firm abs and down to his soft cock, getting a slight rise out of him. 

She crawled on top and straddled her husband, giving him a peck on the lips, her breasts squashed against his chest. "Have I told you how good looking you are?" She loved his chiseled face and square jaw.

"Uh huh, sweetie," he purred, "flattery will get you everything you want tonight."

"That's my plan," she said with a giggle, grinding herself against his stiffening cock.

"This makes two nights in a row," he said, "Now I know something is up."

"Hey, maybe I'm just horny tonight, it could happen."

"After twenty-five years of marriage?" he asked, skeptically, "I don't think so. Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Maybe, but I want you inside me first. Are you hard?"

"Yeah, get out of your panties."

"I want to keep them on, just pull them aside."

"Why?"

"Come on baby, no more questions, just fuck me. Now!"

He tried to think, had she ever spoken like that before? She wasn't drunk, so something had her going. He pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and guided his cock into her. She was incredibly wet and he slipped in easily.

"Ahhh," she moaned, as he filled her. She kissed him again, probing his mouth with her tongue, keeping him deep inside her. She used her muscles to squeeze his cock, not quite ready to hump him.

"Are you going to tell me what's got you so horny, and what's with leaving your panties on?"

"Ohhh," she moaned, wiggling herself on his cock. "You're not going to let this go, are you?" She nuzzled against his neck and nibbled his ear.

He pushed up into her, pressing his cock deep in her moist, warm pussy. He was torn between fucking her silly, and wanting to know what was going on. "Give me a hint, was it someone at work?"

"No, not work, here, at home."

"Who's been to the house that I don't know about."

"Nobody."

"You're not making any sense. Another hint?"

"It was this afternoon." She raised her hips, gently sliding on his cock while the gears in his mind were grinding away.

"You were out all day today."

"Ummm," she moaned, "Do you like being fucked like this, nice and slow. You're making me so hot, I might cum anytime."

"Quit trying to change the subject, and yeah, I like it."

"Okay, I came home to change clothes and caught Derrick jacking off."

He laughed out loud, hard enough that his cock almost slipped out of her.

"I'm serious, that's what he was doing. Why are you laughing."

"I'm just trying to picture how Derrick reacted when you caught him. It's a young man's worst nightmare."

"Mmmm," she whispered, "It wasn't like that. I didn't actually catch him, it was more like I watched him."

"Jack off? I don't... He didn't see you?"

"No, he was... kind of busy."

"Let me guess, you did more than just watch?"

She picked up the pace, rocking herself up and down on his cock. "Shhh, just let me fuck you, your cock is working its magic."

He wanted answers, but his cock had other ideas. He thrust up into her, pressing himself against her clit, taking over, pounding himself up into her.

She was panting now, grunting, relishing each thrust of his cock. "Ahhh," she cried out in a muffled shriek, an orgasm pulsing through her rigid body.

He continued to pound into her until he felt her relax, her orgasm dissipating. Unable to get the image of his son jacking off out of his mind, he failed to get off and finally gave up. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing labored.

"I hope we didn't wake anybody up, You've never cum that hard," he said, "are you going to tell me about it now."

"You have no idea how good that was," she cooed, "I don't know what's gotten into me. I certainly didn't plan it. I just can't get Derrick out of my mind."

"I don't understand, you should be upset that he was jacking off, not horny. Where did you catch him anyway?"

"Right here, in the recliner. His sweats were down around his ankles and he had a pair of my panties stretched over his face."

"Ummm," he said, intrigued, "you failed to mention that little detail earlier."

"They were the black panties I wore yesterday. Remember? After you fucked me, I put them back on and went to sleep."

"So?"

"Well, they were drenched with your cum and my juices. He was sniffing them as he jacked off. I think he even tasted them."

"Well, I guess I can see how you found that erotic, but you're still leaving something out, aren't you?"

"You know what a scrawny kid Derrick is, right?"

"Yes, that's painfully obvious."

"I know," she replied, "both you and Darcy are ripped, it's hard to imagine what went wrong with Derrick."

"Get to the point," he demanded.

"Okay. So, you'd be surprised if his... I mean... You know, if he was well endowed."

"Is he?"

"Yes! I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock."

Daniel laughed, but it was a nervous laughter. "Okay, I'll bite, how big was it."

"Fuck, I don't know," she said, sensing trouble, "I didn't use a ruler."

"That's not an answer!"

Quickly changing the subject, she said, "I watched until he blew his load, then I ducked out and went down to the den."

"And?"

"I was so wet, my panties were soaked. I couldn't help myself, it only took a few seconds to get myself off."




The Panty Sniffer



"Wow," he said, "It was really that big?"

Darlene sensed a twinge of jealousy in her husband, and squeezed the muscles of her cunt around his still hard cock, gently rocking herself against him.

"Mmmm," she whispered, once again ducking his question, "forget Derrick, let's concentrate on your cock, I want you to cum inside me."

"You mean, my little cock," he replied, only half joking. He tried to picture her in the desk chair, getting herself off.

"Yes, your perfect cock, fuck me again, even harder this time." Her language was turning him on and Derrick's cock, however big, was fading from his mind.

"Mmmm, I like it when you talk dirty to me. Give me more."

"Ohhh, your cock is so hard, pound it into me, fill me with your hot cum. Fuck me harder."

He squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples, anxious to hear more of her dirty thoughts.

"Oh God baby, your cock feels so good in me. Make me cum again, make me cum with you." He reached inside her panties, rubbing her ass and slipping a finger down into her crack. "You dirty boy, I like that, you know how to make me cum, I'm so close." He pushed his finger up against her asshole and wiggled the tip of his finger into her. "Ohhh, that's so nasty, give me more you bad boy. Shove that finger up my ass."

"Like this," he said, his finger up to the second knuckle in her asshole as he pounded his cock up into her.

"Fuck yes, all the way in. Now... Yes... Yes.. I'm going to..."

He plunged his finger in just as another orgasm rocked her body. With one last thrust he erupted deep inside her, their rigid bodies writhing together in the throes of ecstasy.

He locked his lips on hers in an attempt to muffle her shrieking.

They collapsed together, panting as their orgasms melted away.

"There's one more thing," she said after they had composed themselves.

"Go on," he said, cautiously, "do I want to hear it?"

"The wet panties I was wearing when I got off, I slipped them into Derrick's underwear drawer while he was in the shower." 

"Why?"

"I don't know, I can't believe I acted so rashly. That's why I didn't want to come home tonight. I didn't think I could face Derrick."

"Well, he must have figured out what happened by now."

"I know, that's what I'm afraid of."

Daniel slipped his limp cock out of her and pulled her panties back into place. Then it struck him. She wanted another pair of cum drenched panties to leave for Derrick. "You want to watch him again, don't you?"

"Yes," she replied sheepishly.

"You still haven't told me how big it was."

"I know, I don't want you to be jealous."

"I'm won't be, I promise. I'm just curious, that's all."

Sensing that she was going to regret this, she tried another tactic. She moved down on him, taking his sticky limp cock into her mouth, resting her head on his rippled abs, sucking him gently. "Your cock is beautiful baby, so perfectly shaped, so smooth, I love it."

"Now you're playing me?"

"Yeah, but you like it, don't you?"

He sighed, feeling his cock start to firm up in her mouth. "Alright, we've established that you love my cock, tell me about Derrick."

She ignored him, stroking him while she spoke, "Your cock could have been sculpted by Michelangelo, it's that perfect."

"Right," he said sarcastically, "I don't think he worked with spaghetti?"

She giggled.

"Great, now you're laughing at my cock."

"No, baby," she said, getting herself under control, "give me a little more time, I'll turn your cock to marble, nice hard marble."

Even he laughed at that one, while she sucked him back into her mouth, pushing him down into her throat. "Cute, but you're going to tell me before this is over, even if you do get me off again."

"Okay," she said, going back to stroking his cock, "his cock looks just like yours, smooth, straight, with a nice mushroom shaped cap. It's obvious that he's your son."

"And?"

She just couldn't bring herself to blurt it out. "Remember our last trip to Vegas, when we had front row seats for Penn and Teller?"

"What the fuck has that got to do with anything?"

She took him back into her mouth for several strokes to calm him down. "I'm getting to it. Can you picture them on-stage, right in front of us?"

"Yes..."

"Together, I mean standing together... right next to each other."

"Okay, but..."

"Think of Derrick as Penn and yourself as..." She burst into a fit of laughter before the words were out. It took him a while, but he finally got the size difference. The very big size difference. "Ouch!" she cried, feeling the sharp sting from the flat of his palm on her ass.

"Teller?" he said, surprised by his own laughter, "That little pipsqueak. And by the way, you deserved that smack."

"I did," she said, chastened, "but I'm going to make it up to you right now." She swallowed his hard cock, fondling his balls as she face fucked him until he was ready to explode.

"I'm almost there, are you ready for me?"

She pulled him out of her throat and jacked his load into her eager mouth, flooding her with his cum. After draining his cock, she hovered over his face and dribbled some onto his lips, daring him to open his mouth for more.

He gave her a wide grin, then parted his lips, taking everything that oozed out of her mouth. Finished, she kissed him, probing his gooey mouth with her tongue, swallowing what remained, together with her husband.

"So, he was that big?" he asked, unable to let it go.

"Mmmm," she said noncommittally, "that must have been some batch you cooked up the night we conceived Derrick."

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In the next chapter, Mom is going to do more than just watch. I hope to post it soon. Let me know your thoughts on where this story should go.