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Archive-name: Family/mompanti.txt
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Archive-title: Mommy's Panties


     The most embarrassing moment in my life came when my mother 
discovered me in bed --- with a pair of her panties covering my face.  
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 has a really sexy body, with big, full, firm 
tits, a really jaunty, out-thrust, broad ass, soft and smooth tapering 
thighs, really curvy calves, and trim ankles.

     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 hour 
fantasizing about Mom's beautiful body and what I'd 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 in May of my 
senior year in high school.  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.  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 intoxicating aroma 
of cunt juice.

     However, one night in early May I was so tired that I didn't 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 white nylon 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 brown eyes were wide open 
with astonishment as she gaped at me in shock.

     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, Dad went out to a meeting, and my sister had a 
date.  I decided I had better go out somewhere, too, but Mom 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?"  I still had no answer, and I 
just sat there blushing and squriming in discomfort.  "Well, there must
besome 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 laugh.  "You 
apparently like them partly because of my smell.  Right?"  I grinned
ruefully, 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.  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...putting...uh...where 
your panties go."

     Mom laughed in a high-pitched nervous 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.  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."

     "Oh, don't be silly.  You don't have to apologize.  At my age 
it's very flattering to have a handsome, young stud 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!" I 
exclaimed.

     Mom sort of giggled, a much more girlish sound than I had ever 
heard from her.  "Why not?" 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 dark pussy hair 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 prick, and tell me what you're 
thinking as you jack off."

     What a weird situation!  I couldn't move.  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 one of my eyes 
staring at her through a leg hole.  She was right --- that delightful 
aroma was move 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.  "My God," Mom 
exclaimed.  "Look at the size of that monster!  My little boy is a 
real man!"

     At Mom's insistence, I wrapped my right hand around my engorged 
dong and began stroking it off.  "Okay," 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 lets me look right at 
her cunt.  And she unbuttons her blouse and opens her bra and lets me 
see her big, full tits."

     Slowly, Mom began to unbutton her blouse, then slipped it off.  
She unsnapped her bra, and her big breasts popped out free, standing 
out firm and proud, the nipples sticking out hard.  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 mom --- 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 cool 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.  I began 
licking the swollen, moist lips, and then opened them up with my 
fingers and lapped inside.  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.

     Mom began moaning and humping her cunt against my face.  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.  Then Mom was coming, trembling and shuddering 
violently.  Then she lay still, panting heavily, a happy smile on her 
face.

     I got up and lifted her legs up onto the couch.  I spread them
apart, putting one foot up onto the back of the couch, the other on 
the floor.  There she lay, waiting for me, all spread out, wide open, 
her pretty, furry pussy unashamedly staring at me.  I slowly lowered 
myself between her creamy, soft thighs.

     Mom took my prick in both hands and guided it right into her 
cunt.  The big, angry red head pushed its way inside, and I slowly 
shoved into the wet, slippery softness, watching my big cock sinking 
inch by inch through those puffy lips.  Finally, our hairy crotches 
were right against each other, my huge prick stretching her cunt to 
the maximum, probing way up inside her belly.  I leaned forward and 
pressed my mouth on hers.  She opened her lips and our tongues began 
to lick each other.  I had one hand under her ass, grasping a big, 
firm cheek and pulling her to me.  My other hand began to squeeze a
big tit again.

     Then I began to fuck my happy prick in and out of my sweet mom's 
delicious cunt, at first slowly, in long, deliberate strokes, feeling 
every inch of the delightful friction.  I tried to make it last, but 
soon I knew that I had to really pound it to her, to show her that her 
loving son could giver her a really powerful fuck.

     I began to thrust harder and faster, plunging to the depths and 
ramming it with an extra push at the bottom.  Mom began moaning and 
whimpering, chewing at my mouth and tongue, saliva covering both our 
faces.  She began to buck her hips up to meet my furious thrusts, 
matching my strokes in intensity and passion.  I felt the hot 
sensation of my approaching orgasm spreading through my groin, and I 
thrust faster and faster, grunting and growling as I pistoned into her 
juicy pussy.  Mom gave it right back to me, humping that ass and 
screwing with all her might.  Then I was spurting into her, and she 
stiffened up, shuddering in another fierce climax, as we came 
together.  What a tremendous sensation!  Nothing could ever equal that 
feeling of my cock spouting its cum into the passionately willing 
receptacle of my own mother's sweet cunt, as she moaned in the happy 
delirium of a powerful orgasm beneath me.

     Well, that was only the beginning.  I would love to tell you
more of the tremendous delights of fucking and sucking that Mom and I 
have enjoyed since.  It has now been seven years.  I have finally 
finished college and have a good, well-paying position.  I have my own 
apartment now, where Mom and I do most of our fucking.  Occasionally I
bring another girl home to screw, but I've never found one who could 
replace my mom.

     Even if I do get married, Mom knows for sure that she's still 
going to get fucked frequently --- for many years to come.  She thinks 
that's just great --- and so do I!  And when I'm alone, I have quite a 
collection of Mom's panties, liberally perfumed with her special brand 
of womanly cum, to keep me company until she brings the source of that 
cum back to her adoring son for another love session.

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