It all started when I, Mike, was 19 years old. My mom, Sarah, was a beautiful woman with a stunning face, a curvy figure, large breasts, thick thighs, and a perfect butt. She had blonde hair and was about 5’6” tall. One day, I went to the kitchen to grab some water and caught a glimpse of her changing through a slightly open door. Shocked, I quickly looked away, drank my water, and returned to my room. She finished getting ready, told me she was heading out, and said not to wait up, so I didn’t.
The next morning, around 6:00 AM, I woke up to Sarah struggling to unlock the front door. I helped her inside she was a bit drunk. The dress she’d worn the night before was slightly hiked up, revealing a bit of her cleavage (probably because her boyfriend had been with her on the way home). Since she was unsteady, I guided her to her bedroom so she could shower and rest. I placed her on the bed and went to the kitchen to eat, as I was starving. A few minutes later, I checked on her. To my surprise, she’d managed to shower without hurting herself, slipped into a loose nightgown, and was asleep. On the floor, I noticed the outfit she’d worn: a tight black dress with a deep neckline, a pair of black lace panties, and her purse. The memory of seeing her change the previous day flashed in my mind, and for some reason, I grabbed her panties and took them to my room.
Once in my room, knowing she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, I couldn’t resist checking out the panties. As I expected, they carried the enticing scent of her. I started feeling aroused, imagining her boyfriend sliding those panties aside and having his way with her. Overcome with desire, I began masturbating, holding the panties close and picturing the scene. When I finished, I stashed them in my underwear drawer, where I knew Sarah wouldn’t look.
Later, I went about my day. Around 2:00 PM, Sarah woke up, still a bit unsteady but more coherent. She went about her chores, and the day passed normally. The next morning, as she was doing laundry, I overheard her muttering to herself, wondering where the panties from her night out had gone.
Worried she might search my room, I decided to have one last moment with the panties. Without thinking, I left my door open and started masturbating with them in hand, completely lost in the moment. I didn’t notice Sarah walk in until she called my name.
“Mike, what are you doing with those panties?”
It was a pointless question she’d clearly seen me. Nervous but too caught to hide it, I handed them to her.
“Here, Mom. I’m sorry.”
I stayed in my room until lunchtime, too embarrassed to face her. When she called me to eat, she was wearing a loose dress, typical for lounging at home, with no bra, her breasts swaying as she moved. I couldn’t help stealing glances, unable to meet her eyes.
After lunch, the silence was heavy until she broke it.
“Mike, why did you take my panties? And why were you… doing that with them?”
Caught off guard, I answered honestly.
“I saw you changing the other day, and it stuck in my head. When you came home, I could tell you’d been with your boyfriend, and I… wanted something to, you know, have fun with.”
Silence followed. Then, to my shock, she said, “You don’t need my panties for that. If you want to have fun, just tell me.”
Without thinking, I blurted out that I wanted to have fun the way her boyfriend had.
She gave me a look, stayed quiet for a moment, then got up from her chair and walked over to me. Kneeling in front of me, she placed her hand on my crotch over my basketball shorts. I couldn’t control my reaction, and she noticed. With a mischievous expression, she pulled my shorts down and started stroking me.
She asked if I wanted more, and I nodded eagerly. What followed was the best blowjob I’d ever experienced. After a while, she got up, went to her bedroom, and called me to follow. When I entered, she was wearing nothing but the black lace panties I’d taken.
She beckoned me to join her on the bed, where she resumed the blowjob. After getting me worked up, she climbed on top, slid the panties aside, and rode me. We went at it for a few minutes before she got off and positioned herself on all fours. Before I could proceed, she asked me to go down on her. The scent was intoxicating, and I eagerly complied, tasting her until she was dripping wet. Then, I positioned myself behind her and entered her.
Despite her active sex life, she was surprisingly tight. I started with slow thrusts, gradually speeding up. When I warned her I was about to finish (she’d had a tubal ligation after my birth), she looked back with a sultry expression and said, “Baby, fill Mommy up.”
Without hesitation, I did. Afterward, we lay in bed, cuddling, and fell asleep together. That night, we hooked up again.
