***This is based on an a real life experience, however names and locations have been changed to ensure anonymity. I would welcome feedback. And to hear about anyone having similar experiences with their friend's Mum.***
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Growing up my best friend Sean lived on the opposite side of the street. He lived with his Mum, Dad and younger Sister. We grew up in each others homes, out on the street, getting up to mischief. Sean was a year younger than me but we were really close.
Sean's Mum & Dad were cool parents. His Dad had clearly been a bit of rogue in his day. Nothing criminal but he still carried that mischievous streak. Sean's Mum was pretty chilled too and didn't stress much. This was a stark contrast to my parents. I always thought Sean's parents were more laid back because they were young parents. They had Sean when they were 18.
Sean's Mum was around 5'4" tall, slim but curvy and I was starting to notice how sexy she was.
One summers evening around 1996 when I was about 18 years old we decided we would camp out in Sean's back garden. We set up a large tent and sneaked in some cans of lager.
Sean & I drank, had a laugh, enjoyed the cool summers night and fell asleep in the tent. I woke up earlier in the morning than Sean and opened the tent to enjoy the morning air. As I wandered around the garden, I noticed a pair of black satin and lace panties on the washing line. These were obviously Sean's Mum's. They were full brief style, but at 18 I found them incredibly sexy. They were there in front of me and were too tempting to resist. I took them off the line and stuffed them inside the front of my boxers without much consideration for the fact they my be noticed missing.
Sean woke up shortly after my wander around the garden and the morning went without event. The fact I couldn't wait to get home and explore my treasure probably cut the morning short.
Once home, I locked myself in the bathroom, put on the shower as a decoy for hogging the room and pulled out Sean's Mum's panties, along with my already hardening cock. The panties were mostly satin with two lace parts at the top of the legs. They also had some signs of wear around the seams too. This set my mind racing to what Sean's Mum looked like in them. I was soon stroking my cock in fury as wrapped the cool satin panties around my 7" length. Rubbing the tip of my cock in the cotton gusset, where I exploded for the first time. I can still remember that feeling today 24 years on.
Nothing was ever said about the missing panties and months later I saw another pair on Sean's parent's bedroom floor, as we crossed the landing to Sean's bedroom to play on his computer console. I couldn't get that 2nd pair out of my mind and I bravely darted in to Sean's parent's bedroom and grabbed them as I went to the toilet. In the bathroom, I explored the new panties further. They were a black g-string with a cotton front and a pink embroidered detail. They were freshly worn and I couldn't resist a sniff of the gusset. It was glorious to have the material in my face that not too long ago to was surrounding Sean's Mum's pussy. However I couldn't risk beating off in Sean's bathroom so I stuffed the panties in my pocket for later use at home.
I used those panties many many times over the years and I began to suspect that Sean's Mum knew I had taken at least one pair, as she started to tease me.
The first time it happened, was when I called upon Sean to see if he wanted to hang out. Sean's Mum opened the door, but only peaked her head around the door. I asked if Sean was in and Sean's mum didn't answer my question but replied 'oh it's only you, come in, I thought it was the postman' and opened the door fully. Sean's Mum stayed behind the door as I stepped inside. Once I was in, I realised why she had been hiding behind the door; she was in her panties and bra. This totally stunned me, but I tried to not let it show, as she was so blase about it. Sean's Mum told me to go through to the living room, as she ran up stairs, obviously to get dressed.
I sat in the rear living room and watched a bit of TV, whilst I waited for Sean to come down. Only Sean didn't come down, Sean's Mum did, wearing a short skirt and flowery blouse and sat with me as she started chatting away like I was there to see her, not Sean. Sean's Mum started asking me all kinds of questions, nothing too personal or direct but inquisitive and she kept quite an intense eye contact with me. During conversation, Sean's Mum told me to call her Debbie, something I had never done before.
