Evan Cook, an eighteen-year-old high school senior, had not experienced the easiest of times growing up. The six-foot-three-inch young man never had the opportunity to meet his father, the stories were never the same about who he was or why they had never met. His mother Ginger could never keep her stories straight from one time to the next; so far, Evan's father had been everything from a solider, who never made it home to a casual one-night fling. Ginger was not the mother of the year by no stretch of the imagination, but for a thirty-six-year-old adult entertainer who should have never had kids due to a weak maternal instinct, she did her best. The mother and son duo were slightly out of place in their suburban neighborhood, which was dominated by married couples, kids, soccer games and mini-vans.
Ginger moved her and Evan there when he was still reasonably young. The morally questionable mother wanted her son to grow up in a safe area with good schools. Despite being a single mom Ginger made more than enough money to provide, she was the epitome of the term MILF, and for what she lacked in maternal instinct she made up for in knowing how to maximize her money. Ginger cashed in on not only dancing but also working on webcams and a few movie scenes.
School in the suburbs was no picnic for young Evan as his mother was never ashamed of what she did and did not care to be open and honest about being an adult entertainer. This in some areas would not be much of an issue, but in the heart of an upper-middle-class neighborhood located relatively close to the bible belt it meant Even was somewhat tormented by classmates. Early on as a child, it was mostly awkward glances by horny fathers of his friends who seen his mother working in one of her various jobs. The real issue started as the young man reached his later teen years. The easiness in which pornography is accessible while usually a friend of a teenager was rough on the son of an adult entertainer. The eighteen-year-old's classmates were relentless in their torment of Evan and his "whore" mother as many liked to refer to her as.
Evan became a moody teenager due to the issues at school, the constant parade of men and sometimes women leaving his mother's bedroom made him question if his mom had found another way to monetize her body. The brooding teen wanted to mad at his mom; he wanted to dislike her for her lifestyle choices, but he could not do it. The brooding young man did feel some resentment for not having a "normal" life, but he worked hard not to take it out on his mother. Evan instead of unleashing his anger often found himself fantasizing about his mother, as he assumed many of his classmates did. These fantasies only intensified when the single mom took to a very open lifestyle as her son aged; she no longer cared if her bedroom door stayed left open when she dressed. Ginger even became just as careless with her bathroom door whether she was showering or using the bathroom; she just did not care about privacy anymore.
The salacious mom started seeing her son as more of a roommate and less of a kid now that he was older. She thought it was freeing not to hide her body at home, she did not hide it for work so why should the home be any different she thought. Ginger did not always opt for full nudity often times she would walk around the house in just her thong panties, maybe a bra but little else. She never believed this could be a bad thing or even questioned if Evan had an issue with it. She in fact often encourage Evan to be just as open and free with his body, and often asked him to at least try the home nudism that she enjoyed so much.
Evan, however, had little interest in this offer, as he could not stop getting hard when he saw his mother in her various stages of undress. Ginger stood at roughly five foot five, her long red hair curled naturally; the thongs she always wore exposed her full round bottom, and her full breasts looked massive on her tight and toned frame. The time-spent feature dancing had kept the middle-aged mother in excellent shape. Evan admired her body he lusted for it, and while he despised the bullies at his school, he knew why they too lusted for his mom. The young man spent most of his time at home either aroused or masturbating while sniffing a pair of his mom's dirty panties.
By mid-school year the near friendless teen started turning to drug use to help cope with the drama in his life, the near constant state of arousal his mother left him in coupled with his ever-growing panty fetish had left the teen a hormonal wreck. The usage of pot Evan's primary drug of choice was also something that enabled Evan to bond with a friend something that had often been difficult. He had people he was friendly with, but with Chase, he finally had a real friend. The teenage duo often spent their days after school smoking together in Evan's garage.
"Dude try this shit."
"Damn that is strong," Evan said fighting back the urge to cough as he passed it back to his friend.
"I know, man it fucking makes me horny as hell. Kinda like your mom."
"Fucking perv." Evan laughed
"You know it. Let's watch that shit again." Chase said as he took the last hit while motioning towards the television in the corner of the garage.
Evan pressed play again on the remote making the television flicker to life. The screen lit up as a title screen prominently played across the screen "Mommy Fetish" it was not just drug use that bonded Evan and Chase but a mutual love of pornography. The pair had taken to jerking off together during their long smoke out sessions sharing fantasies, which often entailed Ginger or Chase's sister Paige. The couple of older teens could pass for near twins build wise both eighteen-years-old, both about six foot tall, fairly muscular frames, their skin fairly pale due to spending most their time hiding in the garage out of the sunlight, and both endowed with fairly large cocks. Evan the smaller of the two but at the same time no slouch was just over the seven and a half inch mark and almost as thick as a flashlight, but Chase was the monster clocking in at over nine inches and thick like a can of beer. Chase while nearly as much of a social pariah as Evan still managed to have some experience with the fairer sex as once the rumors circulated on how large he was more than a few curious girls would want to at the very least try out what he was packing.
Chase had no issues pulling out his monster at any given moment and today was no different as he was soon stroking himself to the video while sitting leaned back on the couch in which he was seated. Evan had to admit he liked looking at his friend's cock another thing that caused the teenager to have issues was trying to understand his own sexuality. The brooding teen loved looking at Chase's cock, but at the same time he loved seeing his mother. The two biggest real sources of sexual feelings in the teenager's life were either bisexual or taboo, causing his hormones to run out of control through his teenage body.
The pot the pair had shared had similar amorous effects on Evan as he could feel his cock stiffen. The young man took a little more time than his friend in undressing but was soon also pulling down his shorts to release himself. "That's it pull it out." Chase said cheering Evan on as he glanced from the television over to his friend sitting in a nearby lounger.
Evan could feel a slight rush of embarrassment rush over his drug-addled mind as he starts pulling on his almost hairless cock. Evan continued glancing back and forth from the scene of a supposed mom and her son to looking at Chase's massive cock. The young man was not jealous of the fact Chase was bigger but more of how rock hard he always got, something Evan seemingly struggled with himself at times.
"I wish my dick was like yours..." Evan accidentally mumbled aloud before even realizing what he said.
"Yours is nice bro, just not as big or as hard." Chase said, as he liked that his friend looked.
"I know I think it's the drugs..." Evan's voice trailed off in a slight giggle as he thought about even while high the sight of his mom's panty clad body could have him hard.
"What's funny man?"
"Thinking about mom's panties and how they always get me so hard looking at her in them." Evan spoke with his eyes clenched shut picturing Ginger's firm round tan ass with just the tiny strip of material covering her butt crack. The imagery was causing the nearly hard cock to come to full attention as the teenager mindlessly stroked.
Chase glanced around the room before unbeknownst to his friend stood and walked to a corner of the garage. "Why not steal them and jerk with them? I bet they smell like her pussy, you might even be able to taste her on them."
"I never thought about it; I just always stare at her in them."
"Here." Chase said as he returned to the couch and threw a small balled up wad of material at his friend before returning to his seat.
"What the hell is this?"
"Your mom's panties, they're laying just over there." Chase said motioning to a small laundry area in the corner of the garage.
Evan slightly dumbfounded that he for one never noticed his friend get up and two that he never thought about using the object of his fetish before this day. The libidinous teen placed the crotch of the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. The smell was strong, and intoxicating Evan with clenched eyes could picture the thin black material pressed up against his mom's vagina as he stroked himself.