Step-mothers dirty laundry pt.1

The story of a young man and his wild obsession with his stepmothers panties…

I thought I’d never get caught. But here I am. Wearing my step-mothers panties, as she stands in the door, mortified by what she’s seeing. I should probably explain how I got here.

Some time about 6 months ago, my step-mother asked me to move her clothes from the dryer to her bed, and the clothes from the washer to the dryer. She slipped out the door, and I made my way upstairs to the laundry room.

Once I got up there, I opened the dryer, and business as usual, I grabbed all her clothes up into my arms, walked them into her room, and dropped them onto her bed. It wasn’t until my walk back towards the laundry room that I saw I dropped something..

It was a pair of red lace panties. Now let me just say, before this moment, I had never really thought of my step-mother in any kind of sexual way. But seeing these panties just triggered something in me. I imagined seeing her in them. She’s a very beautiful woman. About 5’6″, long flowing blonde hair, and a body to die for.

I picked up the panties with every intention of just adding them to the pile, but something came over me, and I couldn’t get her image out of my head. I slipped my pants off, wrapped them around my cock and started stroking. I came almost instantly at the thought of how wrong it was… but it felt so right…

“Shit, I came all over them” I muttered to myself “I’ll have to throw them back in the washer.” But then a thought came over me. She won’t miss 1 pair… right? She has hundreds. I thought to myself, I’ll just keep this one, in case I ever have these thoughts again. But boy was I ever wrong.

This single experience awoke something in me. I spent every waking second imagining my step-mother. Her beautiful body, her big, tight ass in those red lace panties. I wanted more. I needed more.

I started offering to do laundry, a lot more often. To the point I think she was getting suspicious. But my father was never around, always out of town on business, and she worked 9-5 so she appreciated the extra help.

It got to the point where just touching her panties didn’t do it anymore, I had to really feel them, I had to wear them. The first time I decide to do it, of course is the time that goes wrong. I’m in the laundry room, I grab a sexy pair of her panties, I slide my pants off, look out the window to make sure she’s not home, put her panties on, sit on the washer and start stroking my dick.

I must’ve zoned out, because next thing I know, I look over and there she is. Standing in the doorway. With this mortified look on her face. “I can explain” is all I can manage to blurt out before trying to find something to cover myself..

She walks in the room. “So this is why you’ve been offering to do my laundry? So you can wear my panties and stretch them the fuck out?” She yells, seemingly louder with each word. “I.. um, I uh..” I mutter, trying to come up with an explanation…

She walks into the room, right over to me, and I close my eyes expecting nothing but the worst. But I feel her hand moving mine out of the way, and she grabs my dick and starts stroking it for me. “If you needed some help, you didn’t have to go sneaking around with my panties. You should’ve told me” she says, still stroking my dick.

I open my eyes, in complete disbelief “um I uh, what about dad?” I ask, nervously. She puts her finger over my lips “Shh. Your dad’s not here, is he? He never is.” She whispers. “I have needs too, and you are 16 now.”

She gets on her knees, and slides her panties off of me. She looks up and makes eye contact with me as she slides my cock in her mouth and starts slowly sucking the tip. I lay back on the washer and can’t even control myself. I grab her head, and cum right down her throat, before she can even say a word…

To be continued….

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