All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
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He didn't really mean to do it.
David Swift was home for the summer. He had just finished another year away at college and had got a decent summer job back home doing landscaping. Spending the summer living at home wasn't his first choice. His dad had moved out practically the day that David went away to college. He'd been having a long time affair with some woman where he worked and as soon as David was gone, so was dad. David's mom was really pissed off about it all. But she got a good lawyer and had taken David's dad to the cleaners. David couldn't really blame her. She'd gotten screwed over pretty good and he guessed she deserved all that she could get from his two timing father.
Soon after his father left David became aware that his mother, Jackie, was turning into a much harder person. He supposed she had to since she was going to be taking care of herself. And then, more recently, David noticed that she had changed her look. When Jackie had been just mom, she was sort of pretty but you wouldn't really notice her much. She was a house mom. She dressed sensibly, wasn't really into makeup or stuff. She did the cooking and cleaning and picked up a DVD to watch with the family on Saturday nights after they finished the spaghetti.
Once dad was gone though, she started going to the gym regularly. She met some women who were also divorced and who were making the most of it. Jackie got her hair colored blonde and cut short. The old shapeless dresses were scrapped in favor of tight, short skirts, high heels and snug fitting sweaters. Jackie had always had a big chest but not many people had ever noticed, the way she used to dress. But after a few weeks at the gym and with the new look, people noticed.
Hell, even David had started to notice and that was one of the reasons he would rather be living somewhere other than home. Not that he didn't get along with his mom...he did. She had got a job selling advertising for the local radio station and she was damn good at it. He imagined when she was bending over some executive's desk in one of her low cut tops, explaining the benefits of media advertising, that she probably had his full attention.
David would have really preferred to be in his own apartment but he couldn't afford it. Not while he was still in school. So he was back living with his mom for the summer and trying to make the best of it.
It was Friday after work and David was planning to go out. He was wearing a T shirt and a pair of shorts when he went to put on his favorite pair of black jeans. But when he pulled them out of the closet he noticed that there was a big grass stain on the ass. It must have been from that flag football game he had played with the guys on Wednesday. Damn! He really wanted to wear those jeans. Well he'd just have to put them through the wash. He knew his mom would kill him if she found out he had done a load for just one pair of jeans. So he grabbed the laundry hamper out of the bathroom on his way downstairs to the machines.
The washer / dryer was in one corner of the kitchen. David dumped the dirty laundry on the floor and started sorting through it, putting all the darks together. It had been a while and there was a pretty fair pile. Mixed in with everything else was a lot of his mother's underwear. There were satin panties trimmed with lace and a bunch of thongs in every color of the rainbow. There were sports bras and fancy bras and nylon bras with full cups, half cups and even smaller cups that looked like a smile. David's curiosity got the better of him and he looked at the labels on a couple of the bras. Wow! 38D! That was a lot of breast!
David had no idea if all this stuff could go in the washing machine on a regular cycle. A lot of it looked pretty delicate. He was crouched next to the pile, fingering a pair of the satin panties with one hand and one of the lacy bras with the other, trying to decide if he should put them in the wash. He could feel little crusty spots in the panties. He wondered if, when she was out there tantalizing those executives, sometimes his mom got a little excited herself and what he was feeling was the evidence. He brought the panties up to his nose and took a breath. There was an earthy smell as well as a faint hint of perfume. David felt himself getting hard.
He wondered what those panties would feel like on him. Hesitantly he pulled the waistband of his shorts down and exposed himself. He placed his hand under the crotch of the satin lingerie and moved it down his stomach. Catching his breath, he clasped his growing erection in his satin covered palm. At the same time he brought the bra up to his face so that he could smell that. Dreamily he found himself picturing his mother standing over him while he was lying down. She was dressed in the same bra and panties that he had in his hands. Smiling down at him over her bra encased breasts, she reached for the waist band of the panties and pulled it tight in her groin. The cleft of her pussy became clearly visible through the taut fabric. She started to twist her loins gently in invitation. David strained futilely against some invisible restraint to bring his mouth up to his mother's satin covered groin. She laughed down at him and opened her stance a little more.
The feel of the shiny satin panties against his cock was electrifying. He squeezed himself hard.
"Ohhhh"..." he groaned quietly, rubbing his cheek with his mother's bra while starting to jack himself with her soiled panties.
He was so caught up with his little fantasy that he never heard his mother come up behind him. Jackie had come in quietly through the front door, going through the mail in her hand as she walked into the kitchen.
She was surprised to see David crouched down over a pile of laundry getting a load together for the washer. She could probably count on one hand the number of times he'd ever done laundry.
But then she realized that something else was unusual. David's eyes were closed and he was pressing one of her bras against his face. That was pretty odd. And then she noticed that his one shoulder was shifting up and down in a steady rhythm. She moved up quietly behind him and was shocked to see that he was masturbating with one of her dirty panties. She was outraged!
"David! What on earth are you doing?..." she demanded.
"What?..." David yelped, his head whipping around to see his mother standing there right behind him. Jackie was wearing black leather pants, high heels and a tight, white sleeveless top that clung to her conical boobs like a second skin. Her big chest was heaving up and down as she stared at her son in disbelief.
Oh Goddd! How could he not have heard her come in! His face turned a brilliant crimson as he hastily dropped her bra and panties back into the pile of soiled lingerie. He hunched even further forward as he awkwardly stuffed himself back into his shorts, trying to hide his erection from his mother's accusing eyes. But he knew she must have seen everything. She was standing right there.
"Mommm!...Goddd!...I'm sorry!...I was just...just going to do some wash..." he stammered, straightening up and cowering backwards until he bumped into the machines. He was thoroughly embarrassed standing there in just his T shirt and underwear.
"I was sorting the stuff for the load and then I...I... got distracted...and then...I wondered if the panties could go in and I sort of started checking them out and then...I don't know...It's not like I planned it!...It wasn't really anything..." he muttered lamely.
But Jackie didn't look like she thought it was nothing. Her cheeks were also a flaming red and her eyes were flashing.
"So your telling me that I come home and find my son half naked in my kitchen, snuffling through my dirty underwear, jacking himself off with my panties and it's nothing!..."
David was cowering under his mother's withering glare. What made him most uncomfortable was that all the time she was scolding him, she wasn't looking him in the eye. She was staring at his crotch! He didn't know if it was his earlier fantasy or what, but with his mother's glaring eyes locked on his groin, his erection would not go down. It thrust out through his underwear, the purple knob jutting out arrogantly over the top of the waistband.
"Mom!...I admit it's a little weird...but really...I've never done anything like this before...I don't know what came over me...And I'll never do it again...never... I promise!..."
Jackie finally raised her eyes and looked at her son for a long calculating moment.
"So there's no problem!...It's all just some kind of bad karma...is that what you're saying?..." she seethed. And then, without giving him a chance to answer, she went on...'"Because what you were doing is just plain rude...Rude and offensive...And that's not like you and that concerns me...Just look at you...In front of your mother!..." she snarled, looking pointedly at David's straining tool.
"But...I've already apologized!...I'm sorry!...What more can I do?..."
"Do?...You're going to do what I tell you to do?...We'll see if there is a problem here!...And if there is we are certainly going to deal with it!..."
"But for the time being you are going to do exactly what I say..." Jackie said as she stepped around David and kicked the pile of her dirty under garments with her high heeled foot.
