The most embarrassing moment in my life came when my mother discovered me in bed -- with a pair of her panties covering my face, yes one of her worn panties I picked from the dirty cloth hamper. But it turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me.
My Mom has always been the love of my life. I have always loved being around her. She is around 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighed not more than 120 pounds, had sultry green eyes, full lips, and a figure so delectable it would make the Gods drool with lust. Even though she is 46 years old, she has a really sexy body, with big, full, firm breasts, a really jaunty, out-thrust, broad ass -- her best assets, soft and smooth tapering thighs, really curvy calves, and trim ankles. About few months after my dad passed away, I started to notice my mother as a woman, a woman with needs. At first she was just mother but then she started to talk, walk, and dress more proactive. At night she would walk around the house in a sexy little nightie. It was sheer and I could see her nipples and panties through it. I soon found myself becoming sexually attracted to her. Then I started spying on her and Mom filled my fantasy world from that time onward, and that is a fact! I started to jack-off at night fantasizing about her and how wonderful it would be to make love to her, to my dear mother.
I knew that just seeing or touching her body would make my dick stiff and throbbing. When I began to masturbate, I spent many an hours fantasizing about her beautiful body and what I would like to do with it. Of course, I always figured that it was just a dream that could never become reality.
The incident I mentioned above really happened when I was in my senior year in high school. I was just turned 18 but by that time I had fucked a few girls, but Mom was still my fantasy queen. One of my biggest thrills was to catch a glimpse of her panties whenever she was wearing a skirt or see the panty-line over her tight fitting pants. Then one day when I was putting something into the clothes hamper, I saw a pair of Mom's panties there. I eagerly pulled them out and sniffed at them. I was thrilled by the pungent woman smell in the crotch. I stuffed them in my pocket and took them to my room, where I held them to my nose as I jerked-off. Soon this became a regular habit. Eventually I started pulling them onto my head, positioning the crotch right across my nose and mouth to breathe in their stimulating aroma of Mom's mature cunt juice.
However, one night I was so tired that I did not even complete my jack-off, but fell sound asleep, with the panties still covering my head. At six-thirty, Mom stuck her head into my room to wake me up for school. Imagine her surprise when she saw my face covered completely by a pair of her panties!
"My God!" she gasped. "What on earth are you doing with my panties?" I woke up fast, grabbing at the filmy nylon and struggling to get the panties off my head. Mom's big green eyes were wide open with astonishment as she gaped at me in disbelief.
I stammered around awhile and finally came out with, "They must have gotten into my pillowcase in the wash." I guess I made a really funny-looking sight as I tried to figure my way out of the dilemma, because all at once, Mom started to laugh.
"Give it up," she said. "You can't lie your way out of this. Get ready for school, and we'll discuss this later." Then she went out. I avoided looking at her at the breakfast table with my older sister there, and I ran out of the house as fast as I could, but I could see that Mom was actually amused at my embarrassment.
That evening, my sister had a date and she went out. I decided I had better go out somewhere, too, but mother said that we had something to discuss privately. After Sis left, Mom sat down next to me on the couch and asked, "Now, what about this little matter of wearing my panties on your head? And for God-sake, those are my worn ones."
I still had no answer, and I just sat there blushing and squirming in discomfort. "Well, there must be some reason," Mom continued. "Do you get pleasure from having panties on your head?" She insisted that I answer, so I said that I did. "Just any panties?" she asked.
I mumbled, "No, just yours!"
"Would you prefer clean ones?" she asked. I shook my head. "Well, we're making some progress," Mom said with a grin. "You apparently like them partly because of my smell. Right?" I smiled apologetically, hung my head, and admitted that I did.
"I know that you masturbate," Mom said, "and that's okay. I'd be worried if you didn't. So do the panties help you when you do it?" I confessed that they did. "Do you just think about the panties, or is it what goes inside them?" I figured that I was in so deep that nothing else would make it worse, so I thought, what the hell? Just tell her what she already knows.
"All right, Mom," I said. "I think you're the sexiest woman in the world. I'm always thinking about your...uh...body and about...uh...doing things with you. I love the smell of you on your panties, and I just...uh...daydream about...uh...where your panties go."
Mom laughed in a high-pitched anxious sort of way and stood up and walked around as she spoke. "Well, I didn't expect you to confess so soon, but I'm glad you did honey. Do you think I didn't know how you feel about me? I notice you staring at me all the time, peeping when I'm changing clothes, and trying to look up my skirt. And I notice that big bulge in your pants when you're around me."
"Gee, Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't think you could tell. I'm terribly sorry."
"Oh, don't be silly. You don't have to apologize. At my age it's very flattering to have a handsome, young boy so attracted to my charms. I kind of like it." Mom sat down beside me again and took my hand. "Tell me what you fantasize about concerning me."
I was flabbergasted. "My God, Mom, I can't do that! It's ... it's wrong!" I exclaimed.
Mom sort of giggled, a much more girlish sound than I had ever heard from her. "Why not? If it is so wrong why did you do it?" she asked. "Come on, just give me a hint."
As I hesitated, she suddenly rose, hiked up her skirt, and before I knew what was happening, she was pulling her panties off, giving me a flash of pink pussy lips and her glowing white thighs. "Here," she said, holding out the panties, which I dazedly took from her. "I've been wearing these all day, and thinking about this conversation has made me sort of wet, so they're probably good and fragrant. Just put them over your face, pull out your penis, and tell me what you're thinking as you masturbate."
What a weird situation! I couldn't believe what I just saw and heard. But again, Mom took charge. She took the panties and draped them over my head, twisting them around so that the crotch was over my nose with my eyes staring at her through leg holes. She was right -- that delightful aroma was more vivid than ever before. Then to my amazement she was unzipping my pants and hauling my rock-hard cock out. It took her a lot of fumbling to pull it through the opening of my jockey shorts, but soon there it was, sticking right out at her. Mom's eyes widened as she looked at my cock.
"My God," Mom exclaimed. "Look at the size of that monster! My son is a real man!"
At Mom's insistence, I wrapped my right hand around my engorged dong and began stroking it off. "Okay Mom," I said, "I'm looking at my gorgeous sexy Mom, who has just taken off her panties for me and even given me a glimpse of her beautiful pussy. I'm breathing in the smell of her pussy -- the best smell there is. I'm thinking that she just had her own fingers right here on my dick. She really touched me! Now I'm thinking that she pulls her skirt up and let me look right at her motherly cunt. And she unbuttons her blouse and opens her bra and lets me see her full suckable tits." I was just blurting out gazing at her.
Slowly, Mom began to unbutton her blouse, and then slipped it off. She unsnapped her bra, and her breasts popped out free, standing out firm and proud, the nipples sticking out hard like eraser buds. Then she unfastened her skirt, lifted her hips and slowly pulled it off. There she was, her fabulously sexy body displayed for me for the first time. It was way better than my wildest fantasies.
"Now what are you thinking?" Mom asked huskily, licking her lips.
"I'm thinking that this fantastically lovely woman -- my dear sweet Mother -- is taking my cock again and is letting me squeeze her tits and play with her pussy all I want to."
Mom reached out, and as I let go of my throbbing cock, her smooth fingers encircled it. With a sob, I snatched the panties off my face and made a dive for her cunt, soon finding my mouth and nose pressed right into that creamy crevice that had made the panties so fragrant. With a little cry, Mom spread her legs and allowed my face to burrow deep into her crotch. She opened her legs wider, offering me easy access to her awaiting lips. My mouth attacked her wanting pussy. She arched her back high and cried out as I started kissing and licking between her legs. I could feel juice immediately gushing from within her, juices running through her slit and into her crack. I began licking the swollen, moist lips, and then opened them up with my fingers and lapped inside. She tasted like heaven. I could not believe that I was actually eating my own mother's pussy. I felt more ravenous with every moan that escaped from her lips. I feasted on Mom's pussy; licking and sucking and nibbling on her clit; thrusting my tongue inside her as deep as I could. I placed one hand on a tit and grasped as much as I could of the smooth, soft, spongy flesh. I began playing with the nipple, squeezing and pulling on it gently as it became bigger and very hard.
"Mommy want more baby. Let me help you." Whispering seductively her fingertips grasp her lips and opened her lips, letting the tip of my tongue tease her inner labia. Mom began moaning and humping her cunt against my face. Then she grabbed my head and pulled me in so tight that I could hardly breathe. Her hips began bucking harder, my tongue sinking deeper into her pussy as I licked furiously.
