Mrs. Montgomery. Emmanuelle. Her name alone gave me goosebumps. She was a forty-six-year-old wife and mother of two. She was a beautiful blonde bombshell, with a great body, a great mind, and a caring heart. I was infatuated with her from the first time I laid eyes on her even though I was just a kid at the time. All throughout my youth, I was really good friends with her son, Jacob, so she treated me just like I was her son, too.
But a lot changed after I reached puberty. I knew she was pretty but, as I grew older, I started seeing her in a sexual light. Her presence physically excited me. Her motherly attention was seen as something far more seductive. Too often I'd have a hardon that I needed to take care of immediately after seeing her, causing no end of embarrassment.
There were those days of coming over to swim with Jacob in their in-ground pool. Emmanuelle would sit out with us, laying out in her bikini both to get a tan and to keep an eye on us. It wasn't that her bikini was sexual or anything. It was that it showed a lot more skin than my mom's bathing suite showed, and they were about the same age. Emmanuelle was far more attractive than my mom, too. But the bathing suits I wore weren't very good at hiding erections. There were many times I had to stay in the water until it either subsided or she went inside. Talk about embarrassing.
Overall, what I remember most, what I'll never forget, were three birthday party surprises.
I was eighteen when I was surprised for the first time.
Not long after I turned eighteen and had developed extreme sexual desires for Mrs. Montgomery, I started gaining an interest in her underwear. The first time I succumb to my desires, we were in their backyard swimming in the pool. Emmanuelle was laying in out in a very sexy, black bikini, and I felt an extremely strong need to masturbate.
Using the excuse of having to use the bathroom, I went in to their house and stole up to her bedroom. When she had changed into her bathing suit, she'd laid her clothes on the bed to change back into... with her panties right on top. I was shaking that first time I picked them up... and got a whiff of her scent. I didn't know what it was at first... but quickly got the sense that it was how her pussy smelled.
As soon as I realized it, it was intoxicating to me, and I felt my cock hardening very rapidly. I slipped into her bathroom, slid my bathing suit down, and sat on her toilet. My hand quickly wrapped around my shaft as I smelled her. I was absolutely throbbing. I came very quickly... and then thinking I had to get back to the pool, slipped her panties into my pocket, stealing them.
I masturbated and came many, many times because of those panties. I had them stashed in my bedroom and was able to get to them every single day.
By the end of the summer, whenever I visited to swim and stole upstairs to her bedroom to masturbate, I started wrapping her panties around my cock and masturbated with them. The silky and lacy material felt so good on my hardness. Unfortunately, when I came, a lot of cum got on them. I was scared at first and stole those panties, too... but the next time I just tried cleaning them off in the sink. I didn't want to steal ALL her panties.
By the end of the summer there was a subtle change. It seemed like, no matter what, her panties were just laying on the bed. Even when no other clothes were there... her panties always were. Almost as if they were waiting for me.
I didn't catch on or care... all I knew was that I was able to masturbate with them... thinking of Emmanuelle... thinking about what was recently hidden right behind that flimsy, silky material. I could only imagine how sexy her pussy looked or felt.
Several months after I turned eighteen, Jacob had his eighteenth birthday party. As always, several of his friends came over for a sleep-over. We were in the basement, playing games on the brand new game system he got for his birthday and everyone was excited to play.
It was 9:00pm and Emmanuelle had to go out to the grocery store really quick to grab some breakfast items. As usual, Mr. Montgomery was away on a business trip, and Jacob's younger sister Amy was squirreled away in her bedroom, trying hard to avoid "the boys".
As soon as the front door closed, I dashed up to her bedroom for a quick masturbation session. For some reason, and as I'd come to expect, her panties were laying on the bed. I quickly grabbed them and dashed into her bathroom. I knew I'd only have fifteen minutes at most before she came back.
I slid my sweatpants and underwear down and started masturbating as I normally did, sitting on her toilet, just taking in her scent and the feel of her panties against my cock. I closed my eyes as the pleasure built, just thinking of what Emmanuelle would look naked... on the bed... masturbating with me... beckoning me to come join her.
"Exactly what I thought," I heard Emmanuelle say and immediately pulled my hand away from my cock, my eyes flying open in shock. I'd wanted to pull her panties off my cock, too, but somehow they were entangled with it and they caught.
So there I sat, on her toilet, pants around my ankles, panties wrapped around my very hard shaft... completely caught red-handed. I covered myself as best I could. Emmanuelle was standing just inside the doorway, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
"I figured it was you stealing my panties," she giggled.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I apologized again and again. "It's not what it looks like." I didn't know what else to say.
"Oh hush," she said, obviously not believing me. "I can understand how it would be hard for you to admit that you've been stealing my panties."
"Well," I stammered, trying, and failing, to think of what to say to get out of this. "I have these... but I just found them... and picked them up... I really... here." I lifted the panties up to her and she stepped forward and grabbed them from me.
"I know you just found them. I left them on the bed out for you."
Left them out for me to find? She's... she's been purposefully setting her panties out for me? She's known all this time and actually... helped me?
