Mom Can Feel My Penis Getting Harder In Her Hand | There it was the first time my mom caught me masturbating. But, it was not. And, it isn’t like I was always walking around the house, pulling my crank out and flashing it around, either. I was not trying to get caught, but, she had this uncanny ability to want to barge into my bedroom, or need to talk to me when I was in the shower, and as a result, she periodically caught me with my hand around my crank, pumping it toward orgasm. On top of that, I do not know how many times I’d be lying in bed, enjoying a nice early morning wank, and she’d open the door on me.
Each time it happened, she’d always apologize in her knowing, motherly sort of way. She would make a hasty exit, leaving me alone to finish what I was doing. I fully expected her to pull me aside, and in her kind and thoughtful way, lecture me about what I was doing, or about being more discreet, but she never once brought it up or mentioned it in any way. It was almost as if she simply paid it no mind at all.
Of course, like any teenager, I learned a valuable lesson each time she caught me. For instance, I learned to lock my bedroom door when I was jacking off. I learned to lock the bathroom door, too, and, I’ve found better hiding places for my nasty magazines. I started paying attention to the kitchen calendar to know what her working hours were, when she was going to be out, and when she might be home.[expand title="Read more.."]
However, when she caught me this time, she didn’t walk away. And, when it happened, my feeble, nineteen year old brain had no idea of the profound effect it would have on my life.
I didn’t even realize she was home yet! I thought I had the house to myself for at least several more hours, and as such, I felt confident it was safe to raid her clothes hamper for her worn panties, a practice which I recently started when I discovered, quite by accident, the feel and smell of her soft, feminine underwear.
I was actually looking for toilet paper the day I discovered the wonder of her panties that very first time. I’d found the toilet paper roll empty in my own bathroom, and walked back into Mom’s bathroom to get a new roll from under her bathroom sink.
As I walked in, I saw a pair of her panties lying open on the bathroom floor. They were black, silky panties, and, they had a very shiny and obvious stain on the crotch panel.
“Jeez, did Mom pee her pants?” I asked myself as I stepped over the silky garment and bent down to reach under her counter searching for toilet paper. But, as I bent down, curiosity caused me to reach out and pick her panties up from the floor. Wow, they felt heavy. Damn, the crotch was wet, and I do mean very wet.
I got an immediate sexual rush holding my mom’s panties in my hands. I examined them fully with the knowledge they’d been against her private female parts. Sure, I’d seen her panties tons of times before. I’d seen them folded up neatly in a stack on her bed after they’d been washed, or, mixed in with the rest of the laundry on the floor next to the washer. But, in all those times, they were just her ‘clothes’, and they didn’t hold any special significance to me what so ever.
But, I’d never had an opportunity to see her panties like this! But now, holding them in my hands and staring at the exact spot that touched her vagina….. my own mom’s vagina, I couldn’t stop myself from shamelessly moving them under my nose and smelling the crotch panel. Almost instantly, I experienced something so stirring and so immense, it could only be described as “life altering”.
I will tell you this: The moment I held her panties to my nose and smelled her smell the very first time, I immediately knew this was something very special – something that excited me like nothing else ever had…… the smell of her vagina. I mean, this was the actual smell of a real female’s vagina – and even though I knew it was horribly wrong to want to push my face into her panties, I couldn’t resist my desire to do just that. It was like my brain completely disengaged and my hormones took over, and within a few seconds of the time when the crotch of her panties made contact with my nose, I couldn’t put them down.
I couldn’t believe I’d been using magazines and the internet to conjure up the excitement to pull my pud when I could have been using her panties! I could have kicked myself. All this time, the best sex aid I could ever imagine was right here in my own house, and I could have it anytime I wanted it. I knew Mom did laundry about once a week, and that meant I’d have virtually non-stop access to her panties.
Ironically, up until that time, I’d never thought about my mom as a sexual person. I couldn’t remember seeing her naked. For that matter, I couldn’t even remember seeing her in her bra and panties. I mean, she was my own mom, for heaven’s sake! I just figured she didn’t have any interest in men since her divorce from my useless father. She seemed too busy with her job, the house and me. It never even occurred to me that underneath her clothes was a female, with a female body. What a fool I was.
But, her panties had this smell…. this aroma that was unbelievably addictive. I couldn’t get enough of it, and I’d get a massively hard boner holding her panties in my hands and opening them up to see the spot that touched her vagina. My hands shook each time I opened the lid to her hamper to look for a new pair. The excitement I’d get as I pulled them out was so high, my young penis would throb with the expectation of the upcoming orgasm.
Sometimes, when I was lucky, I’d get to the hamper and find her panties soon enough to find them a little moist, or maybe find a pair that had a sticky wet spot. And although I was initially hesitant to actually put the crotch of her underwear in my mouth, that hesitancy soon passed, and I spent many wonderful masturbation sessions sucking and licking her panties clean of her slippery juices. Say whatever you want about it, but, the raw female taste and smell…… directly from her vagina, had the ability to solicit a sexual and physical reaction from me, and I soon admitted to myself that my mom’s panties was all I needed to ensure a quick and very satisfying happy ending.
There was no turning back, either. Once I discovered the feel and smell of her panties, that’s all I really wanted. Yeah, I suppose she had a good body, and she was cute for someone ‘that old’, but, quite honestly, it was her panties that fueled my erections and my frequent jerk-offs. Each day, I’d fish through the hamper for the best three or four pairs of panties I could find, and proceed to have the time of my life licking, sniffing, sucking and stroking myself until it was time for her to get home from work. Sometimes, I’d even keep her panties in my bedroom so I could enjoy them again that night after I went to bed, and then again the next morning. After I got up, I’d casually put them back in the hamper, and I swear, she never knew.
So, the day everything changed – the day she finally caught me brazenly masturbating with her panties was a nice summer day, a week or so after I’d finished my first year at the local community college. I’d gotten up early to get the trash out on the curb for pick up. I was just coming back into the house as she was leaving for work. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, mumbled she was late, and then she was gone.
I fixed myself some cereal, and, kept my promise to pick up the patio and the back yard. It took longer than I expected about two hours, and it was starting to get hot. So, being happy with what I did, and knowing she’d be at work until late this afternoon, I decided it was time to reward myself and check out Mom’s clothes hamper for new panties.
What I found was unbelievable, and even though I’d come across several pairs of especially choice panties in the past, these were undeniably the very best, ever. They were incredibly wet, and the crotch panel was saturated with her slimy, sticky and fresh juices. She must have worn them to bed last night and played with herself this morning before she got up. But, honestly, the details of how they got this wet didn’t matter to me at all. What mattered was they were almost sopping wet with her secretions and they were super fresh. And…… they were in my hands.
Realizing these panties were clearly something extraordinary, I decided to go all out this time and do something I did from time to time. And that is, I found another pair of her panties in the hamper – a pair I could wrap around my penis while I masturbated. The feeling of the soft and slinky fabric as it glided up and down my penis, combined with the aroma of her panties, would take me to a level of sexual excitement I could barely stand. I’d have a mind blowing orgasm feeling her silkies going up and down my penis, and, enjoying the crotch of her panties plastered against my nose.
I do not know how long she was standing in my doorway watching me. She could have been there one second or thirty minutes and I wouldn’t have known because her wet panties were d****d across my face, covering my eyes. The wet crotch was lying over my nose and mouth, allowing me to smell her feminine aroma as well as taste it. And, the instant that I finally saw her, I immediately knew she was not going to turn and walk away.
I was lying there on my bed. I’d just had a thunderous cum – sniffing and licking her panties while I jacked my panty wrapped penis. I’d started and stopped several times trying to draw it out and make it last as long as I could. The smell of her vagina and the thick, tenuous remnants of her juices that saturated the crotch of her panties provided me an incredible amount of pleasure as I sniffed and licked. I’d wrapped her other panties around my penis in such a way that each stroke felt like silky heaven on my engorged member.
In the end, I came so hard I was gasping and moaning as I licked, sniffed and sucked the panties I’d d****d over my face. I literally drenched the pair that was wrapped around my penis, almost completely saturating it with my teenage seed.
So, thoroughly exhausted from my orgasm, I was lying motionless on my bed, trying to catch my breath, when I heard her.
“All done now?” Instantly, I recognized my mom’s voice.
All at once, my head flew up off the pillow, I pulled her wet panties from my face, and tried to cover my panty sheathed penis. She was standing there with her arms crossed, and as our eyes met, I expected to see anger in her face, but she didn’t look angry.
Holding her hand up, she said, “Just relax, Sammy.” Then taking a step toward the bed where I was laying, she added, “do not get up. I’m not mad.”
I can’t express the intensity of shame I was experiencing as she walked over to my bed and sat down next to me. Combined with the feelings of fear and extreme remorse, I was ready for her to lower the boom on me. I think mom could sense my anxiety because as she sat down on the bed, she said, “Settle down, Sammy. I just want to talk to you.”
I saw her eyes move from my now deflated penis, still covered by her cum soaked panties, to my hand, which was trying to conceal the wet panties I’d taken from her hamper. After a minute, she looked up at my face and finally said something.
“Look,” she began, “I know you’ve been taking my underwear. I’ve known it for a while.” Then, taking a deep breath she said, “I know boys your age have raging hormones, and you probably have to take care of yourself. I’ve always tried hard to be understanding and considerate about it.”
“And,” she continued, “I completely accept the fact that you’re probably curious, excited and interested in the female body. All boys are…… I know that. But,” she paused for a second and looked up at me, “I think you’re getting too old to be sneaking around and stealing my panties.”
“Wow.” I thought. She’s incredibly calm about this. She’d just seen me masturbating into a pair of her panties while I sniffed and licked her vagina juices. Where was she going with this?
I watched in fascination as she reached out with her right hand and unwrapped the cumlogged panties from around my now flaccid penis and held them up. “I do not necessarily mind this, either.” She said, softly. “But, you’ve stained several pairs of my nicest panties. I’ve already had to throw a few pairs away because of the stains.”
I was not sure what I was supposed to say, but, when I started to try to apologize, she gave me ‘that look’ to tell me she was not done talking yet, so I settled back into the pillow and held my tongue.
“Sammy,” she said, “I will be honest with you. It’s very flattering to know my panties interest you so much and you’ve made me feel good about myself. But, we’re going to have to come to an understanding about this, okay?”
Now I was really confused. But, looking up and nodding my head to her, I saw her smile her motherly smile. “Good.” She said.
“You’re not a k** any more, Sammy.” She said further. “You’re nineteen years old now….. practically a man.”
Mom looked away for a moment and then looked back at me. “What I mean is,” she added, “since it’s just you and me in the house, I think it’s time we made a few changes.”
“Huh?” I answered, not having a single clue what she was talking about.
“First off,” she replied, “You have to stop this c***dish act of sneaking around behind my back to get my panties. Sammy,” she paused for a moment to reach out and pat me on the leg, “It doesn’t bother me at all if you have them. Like I told you before, I know you’re curious and interested in the female body. But, all this sneaking around just makes you look foolish and immature. From now on, if you want them, just take them and put them back when you’re done.”
Now, trust me on this…… I would have never imagined this kind of response from my mom – actually giving me permission, or, offering her panties to me. And, as I lie there naked on the bed with her sitting next to me, all I could do was nod my head up and down in shock.
“Next,” mom said, with a soft smile on her face, “I’d appreciate some respect for my underpants. If you’re going to use my panties like this,” she said, holding up the cum soaked panties, which she unwrapped from around my penis, “then, you’re going to have to replace the ones I’ve already had to throw out. And, in the future, as soon as you’re done, get yourself into the bathroom and rinse them out immediately so they do not get stained. I do not think it’s too much to ask that you have some consideration for my lingerie.”
She explained to me that wrapping the panties around my penis, the stroking action and my eventual ejaculation stretched and stained her delicate panties. “Hey,” she said, completely serious, “these panties aren’t cheap. The way I see it, you probably owe me five or six pairs. So, to help you learn your lesson, I’m going to take you shopping, and you can replace my panties out of your own money. Agreed?”
Still unable to speak, I simply nodded my head up and down again, silently agreeing with what she said. Unfortunately, though, when she started talking about the two of us going panty shopping, I felt myself starting to get hard. I got this vision of her leading me by the hand into the lingerie section of a big department store and telling the sales girl I was being punished for stealing her panties, stretching them out and leaving cum stains on her silkies.
I could just see it now….. I’d have to stand there while my mom explained to some innocent looking sales girl how I’d been wrapping her panties around my penis and then jerking myself off into them. The sales girl would smile, watching me squirm, as my mother told her what I’d been doing to her panties. She’d probably snicker at me, and then Mom would tell her how she was making me replace the ones I’d mistreated.
“Maybe he’d learn his lesson better if you made him wear panties for a while, as well as replacing yours.” The sales girl would say. “Naughty boys that play with panties should be punished appropriately. do not you think, ma’am?”
“Oh, my!” My mother might reply. “I hadn’t thought about that, but, it’s a good idea. Would you have time to help me pick out some cute panties for my son? Maybe something frilly……. with ruffles and lace? And, definitely pink?”
I’d have to stand there, listening to the sales girl and my mother plot my punishment. How the sales girl was going to have to take me into the fitting room and measure me, and make me try on panties for an hour until my mother was satisfied. I’d be totally humiliated and embarrassed in the middle of the store with other women and their daughters shopping all around us. They would all be looking at me and whispering back and forth. It would be horrible!
Yeah, okay the whole idea of that happening was ludicrous, I know. But as all that flashed through my mind, and I thought about being with my mother in a place with literally thousands of pairs of panties, my mind went off the deep end and I started to dream up all kind of weird scenarios. And as a result, I couldn’t help but get hard.
At first, she didn’t notice it. But when my penis began to lengthen, and lurch as it got harder, she actually stopped lecturing me and openly stared at the way my member was getting stiff. I knew she probably was not done with her panty sermon, but, she just stopped cold and her eyes focused in on my penis.
After about a minute, she looked up at me with a blank look on her face. “It’s been so very long since I saw a man’s penis like this, Sammy.” Mother said, almost breathless in a very soft voice. “I mean, go from soft to hard. You’re getting excited again, huh?”
“I guess so.” I said, turning red and feeling extremely embarrassed.
“What brought this on?” She asked.
I started to turn red, blushing down across my face and chest. How could I answer that question? Was I supposed to tell her the idea of going shopping for panties with her made my penis get hard?
“Was it what I said about taking you shopping for my panties?” She asked, looking down at my erection. “Is that what did this? Going to lingerie store?”
Silently, I nodded. Mom gave me one of her all knowing smiles and patted my leg again. “do not be ashamed, Sweetheart.” She said, looking up at me and speaking in a comforting tone. “It’s completely understandable. I’ve accepted the fact that my panties are arousing for you.”
“I actually take it as a compliment.” She added. “Like I said before, it’s flattering. Just knowing something about me can still make a man’s penis hard is quite a comfort, Sammy.”
Then, silently turning her attention back to my hardening rod, she dropped the cum soaked panties that were wrapped around my penis on the floor, and tentatively reached her hand out toward my member.
“Uhm….. can I….. touch it?” She asked with a hopeful look on her face. “Do you mind?”
Truthfully, my head was in total melt down mode and my brain was receiving commands directly from my penis. By the time I figured out what she was asking, her hand had already wrapped itself around my shaft and she was gently squeezing me. The look on her face was one of tenderness, fascination and wonder.
“This is amazing, Sammy.” She said, in a yielding voice. “I can feel you getting harder in my hand…… I can feel you getting bigger and thicker!”
Oh man, my head was swimming and I was definitely not thinking of her as my mother anymore. Her eyes were trained on my penis and she was gently squeezing and feeling me. When a drop of precum appeared at the tip of my penis, she let out a little gasp and looked at me.
“You know, Sammy,” she said, softly, “I’d love to watch you do it. You know what I mean, do not you? Letting me watch while you take care of yourself?”
“Maybe,” she went on, as her hand began to slowly stroke my penis up and down, “we can relax our dress code here at the house. Since it’s just the two of us, maybe I can wear just a t-shirt and my underwear when we’re home together. That way you could actually see me in my panties before you got them out of the hamper. Would you like that?”
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“Yes.” I replied, with a squeaky voice. “Would you really do that?” I asked.
“Uh huh,” she answered, “if you just wore your underwear, too. That way I wouldn’t feel self conscious about you seeing me.”
“Yeah, sure.” I said. “No problem with that. I’d probably be hard all the time, though. You know that, right?”
“I think I could handle it, Sweetheart.” Mom said, with a confident smile on her face. “It’s a natural reaction, and, I think I’d enjoy seeing you excited because of me.”
I groaned as she handled me very gently. Her eyes looked down at my penis in her hands and then she looked back up at me. When our eyes met, she said, “So, do you think you could let me watch you do it every now and then?”
“I’d even let you look through my lingerie drawer and pick out some panties for me to model for you. I think that’s fair. do not you?” She asked.
“Oh, yeah.” I said, moaning as she began to fully stroke my now completely hard penis.
Then she said, “You’re really hard, Sammy. Do you think you, uh….. can make yourself cum again this soon?”
I watched as she let go of my penis and slowly reached for my hand. Softly cradling my hand in hers, she carefully moved it to my penis and wrapped my fingers around my enflamed shaft. Then, she really shocked me by leaning over my body and picking up the wet panties I’d been sniffing and licking – the ones I found in her hamper that were saturated with her vagina juices – and she held them up to her nose.
“I have a confession to make, Sammy.” Mom said, with a slight grin on her face. “I set a trap for you this morning hoping I could catch you with these.”
She told me she took great pains to create the wet panties for me that morning, explaining how she played with herself through her panties before she got up to get ready for work. “I knew I’d be home early today, and since you promised you’d pick up the back yard and the patio for me, I figured you’d find these right about the time I was getting home. I hope you’ll forgive me for that,” she added, “but, I just had to see for myself what you were doing with my panties.”
Then, handing her wet panties to me, she stood up, faced me and took a step back from the bed. I watched as her hands went to her waist, and then smiling down at me, she unbuttoned her slacks, pulled the zipper down and let them fall to the floor. Below her blouse, I saw the small triangle of the bottom of her pink panties peeking out at me, and as she stepped out of her pants, her fingers lifted to the buttons on her blouse and she began unbuttoning them one at a time.
As if I was in a dream, I began to stroke my penis, very slowly at first, holding my rod out and away from my body, allowing her to see how big and hard it was. Her eyes stared at it as she unbuttoned her blouse, and when she was done, she let it fall down her shoulders and float softly to the floor. Standing there in just her bra and panties, it was now me who was doing the staring. Her bra and panties were a matching set, and, they weren’t the kind of bra and panties I thought my mother would wear. Instead, she wore an amazingly thin bra that clearly showed her nipples through the pink mesh fabric, and, bikini panties that perfectly showed off the mound below her waist.
“I bought these last week with you in mind, Sammy.” She said, looking back and forth between my face, and my hand stroking my penis. “Do you like them?” She asked.
“Oh, Yes.” I mumbled, completely shocked she’d taken her clothes off in front of me.
“Do you think this will this help you?” She asked. “Letting you look at me? Will it help get you going again so I can see you finish.”
“Uh huh.” I answered as I stroked by penis. “It’s definitely helping, Mom.”
She took a step or two up to the side of the bed again and stood there letting me look at her. My eyes were scanning her body, from her boobs down to her panties covered vagina – my own mother’s vagina and with each second I looked at her, the grip on my penis and the speed of my jacking increased.
“Can I ask a favor?” Mom asked.
“Of course.” I replied as I jacked myself.
“Would you mind terribly if we changed places?” She asked. “Could you let me sit down on the bed, and would you stand in front of me? I will be able to see you much better like that.”
At first, I didn’t grasp the entirety of what she’d asked. But, I nodded my head and stood up, allowing her to take my place. With her feet on the floor, she spread her knees and held her hand out to me, beckoning me to come closer. Reaching my hand out to meet hers, she pulled me in between her knees, leaving my penis no more than eight or ten inches away from her face.
“Perfect!” She said, grinning up and me. “Do you think you can you finish up this way, Sweetheart?”
I was looking down at her, realizing how close my penis was to my mother’s face, when she reached out and wrapped her fist around my swollen package. “You sure you do not mind me watching?” She asked, as she smiled up at me and jacked my penis.
“No, Mom.” I said, without thinking. “I do not mind.”
“So, we have a deal then?” She asked as her hand began to move faster up and down my penis. “From now on, I will let you see me in my panties, let you have them anytime you want them, and, you’ll let me watch you?”
“Yes.” I stammered.
“Oh, you’ve made me very happy, Sweetheart.” She said. “Now, I’d like you to show me exactly what you’ve been doing with my panties.”
She told me not to be embarrassed, and urged me to hold her wet panties to my nose and show her exactly how I was using her panties, telling me to just forget she was there and do what I’d normally do. So, as my hand stroked my leaking penis, I found the wettest spot on her panties and held it up against my nostrils.
“When I was playing with myself this morning, I was dreaming about you masturbating for me just like this, Sammy.” Mom said, softly. “I was lying in bed, thinking about the way you’ve been stealing my panties and sniffing the crotch…… and I got so excited. I knew I had to see it for myself, Sweetheart.”
“From now on,” she added, almost whispering to me, “whenever you need to masturbate, I want you to come tell me and I will help you, Sammy, just like I’m doing now. You can stand right in front of me no more sneaking around, and no more going behind my back. And, I promise I will make it good for you each time, Sweetheart.”
She reached out and stopped my hand for a moment, and then leaned forward to take the head of my penis into her mouth. “Okay,” she managed to say with just the tip of my penis in her mouth, “keep going.”
I started stroking again as she looked up at me and smiled. Her mouth was warm and wet, and I wanted her to take me deeper, but she was not. Pulling off me again, she quickly told me to keep jacking, explaining she simply wanted to taste me for a while, but warned me not to cum in her mouth.
“I want to watch you cum this time, Sweetheart.” She said. “Later, we can do more, but this time, I just want to watch you close up.”
She put her mouth back on me and sucked tightly around the head of my penis. Looking down, I could see her eyes were almost closed and she seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. Every now and then, she’d look up at me. I was surprised, but, completely happy when she dropped one of her hands into her lap and slipped it inside her pink panties.
That was all it took, and as I felt my balls begin to tighten, I pulled her panties away from my face and warned her that I was getting close to cumming.
“Oh, Sammy,” she moaned, “just keep going and when you’re ready, I want you to cum on Mommy’s face.”
She sat in front of me with her mouth slightly open, like a little bird waiting to be fed by its mother. Her fingers were making long movements down inside her panties and as I felt the first contraction down in my balls, I aimed my penis at her mouth and erupted with a ribbon of cum that spread across her face.
Mom never pulled back, and when she saw I was cumming, she opened her mouth wider and I tried my best to squirt as much of my sperm between her lips as I could. Glob after glob of thick, white sperm spurted out from my penis, peppering her face and covering her lips and tongue. When I was done, she looked up at me, smiled and then swallowed my cum and licked her lips clean.
“Thank you, Sweetheart.” Mother said, as she stood up next to me. “But, I hope you do not intend to let me go unsatisfied. Let’s go to my room so I can teach you what you else you can do for me.”