Panties For Men

My step-mother would have been in her mid-forties by the time I was   nineteen.  I thought her quite attractive and I had noticed that men used to give her the odd lustful glance. She had kept in good shape with a fairly narrow waste and a nice bum. I had never taken much interest in women’s breasts at that time but I had noticed hers which weren’t overly large.  I don’t think I had ever looked at my step-sister’s breasts or any of the other girls that I knew.  I had been interested in bums and panties ever since I became sexually attracted to females.

   They say that you are a tit man or a bum man. I have always been the latter.

I began to have sexual feelings for my step-mother and whenever I masturbated my thoughts began to turn towards her panties. I then borrowed a couple of pairs from the airing cupboard and used them to help fulfil my fantasies. Before long I began to have thoughts about her panty drawer and what its contents may look like.  I got the opportunity when I was alone in the house one Saturday afternoon. I sneaked to her bedroom and had to open two or three draws to find the right one and then – bingo!

There they all were. Dozens of pairs in all colours, material, shapes and sizes. I spent a few minutes inspecting some of them, and decided that if I borrowed a pair from somewhere near the bottom of the drawer, she wouldn’t notice them gone if I didn’t get the chance to put them back for a while. I selected a black cotton pair that were slightly lower cut than most others and had white lace around the waistband and legs. They felt incredible in my hands. I returned to my bedroom with my trophy, my hard-on threatening to break out through the front of my jeans. I quickly removed my jeans and underpants, put the panties on.  They sort of fitted, a bit small but they felt incredible against my bum and scrotum. They were slightly too low at the waste to hold my entire erect penis, so I let it stick out over the waste-band.

   I lay back on my bed and masturbated for what must have been around ten minutes. When I ejaculated, my cum landed on my stomach mostly but as the spurts died down to a dribble, some ran down onto the panties. I decided that it would be best to keep these panties as it would be too obvious if I washed and returned them.

   I did not go back to my mother’s room again for quite a while.

The rest of that week went along with not much happening.

 I went to work on the days that I was due to, tried out my new panties a couple of times in the privacy of my bedroom whenever I was at home, read porn magazines, and went out and about a bit with my friends.

On the Friday, my step-mother had got a day off work, so that meant that just the two of us were home. I had decided to hang around the house. I did a bit of tidying up in my room then helped her with some gardening. She made us both a bit of lunch around 12.30 and as the weather was hot and dry we took it out into the garden. It was while we were finishing our food that she began to talk to me about me being eighteen and about girls and growing up in general.

I guessed that this was going to end up with us having some sort of ‘facts of life’ discussion that I should have been having with her five years previously. I could not have possibly dreamed where it was actually taking us.

   She told me that she was sorry that we had not discussed these things a few years ago before I began to have feelings for my developing body. If only she knew how far I had come. Anyway she went on to say that if I needed to ask anything then ask away. I was nervous but began to ask her about masturbation and what was normal. She went on to admit that she knew that I had been doing it for years, and then really threw me by saying that she also knew about my panty thing. I didn’t ask how she knew but let her carry on doing the talking. She said that my step-father had had a panty fetish for as long as she had known him and then admitted that they had not had sex for five years. She told me that they had agreed to allow his use of her panties as long as he kept it discreet. She said that she thought that it was him who had been stealing her panties. She said that she had since realised that he was not the only one. The best thing to do now was for her to give me permission to borrow her panties when I felt the need as long as I put them in with the dirty stuff for washing when I had finished with them. That sounded like a good deal to me.

  This was probably not the time and place but I had an erection coming on. I think that she may have worked that out, because the next thing she said to me was that we should go up to her bedroom so that she could show me her latest underwear collection, and I could decide which panties may take my fancy.

  When we got to her room she asked if I would like some help with what was going on in my jeans. I looked her and at that moment decided that she actually looked quite sexy for a mum. I started to answer her but she told me not to say any more and that she would show me what to do.

Next, she slipped off the summer dress that she had been wearing by pulling it over her head. She stood in front of me in a black lace bra and matching

 high-waist panties. I was amazed that she had done that and I remember thinking that the whole situation was a bit unreal, but my penis didn’t seem to mind and continued to harden.

She then said that full sex was a bit beyond what we should be doing but we could just ‘mess around a bit’

She undid the zip of my jeans and my belt, slid my jeans and underpants down and instructed me to take them right off. I did this and my erection was now sticking straight out in all its glory.

She asked if I knew how to use my mouth on her ‘down there’ and I replied that I did. Off came her panties and she laid back on her bed. She made it clear that she wanted me to make her cum. She told me that she had been masturbating a few times a week since she had given up sex with my step-father, but really needed more than just her own hand every now and again.

She still had her bra on as I went down on her, but she removed it as I began to set about my mission. Following her instructions, I used my tongue and lips to pleasure her while putting my hands under her bum to raise her a little way off the bed.   I had been working on her for a good ten minutes when her body stiffened and she let out a long moan. I felt the extra wetness and warmth on my tongue and lips as she jerked a couple of times, pushing her pussy harder into my face.

Then she completely relaxed and gently eased my face away by cupping my head with her hands.

I layed down on the bed next to her and noticed that she had her panties in her hand, which she then asked if I would like to put on. I nodded and took them from her. As I pulled them up over my erection she began to stroke my inner thighs, which made me feel that I was close to cumming.  She spotted the signs and told me to relax for a little while. She turned over onto her stomach and asked if I would like to rub myself on her bum. I positioned my-self so that I was straddling he thighs with my erection touching her cheeks. It was of course too big to be contained in those little black lace panties that I had but on, but the feeling of them tight against my balls was heaven.

After far too few delightful rubbing strokes of my stiffness against her bum, I began to squirt  jets of hot cum onto her, most of which ended up on her back.

Neither of us moved for a few moments and as I felt myself beginning to soften I got off her and automatically pulled the panties back up, fully covering my now flaccid prick.

We got off the bed, and I began to dress with hardly a word spoken. She looked at her watch and announced that it was time to go downstairs and make a cup of tea. How very English I thought to myself.  She went to the drawer and found another pair of panties to put on got dressed herself, and told me to keep the pair that I was still wearing.

And that was it. I gathered up my clothes and went off to my bedroom to get properly dressed. She went off downstairs to make her cup of tea and start to prepare some food ready for supper.

As it turned out our adventure was never to be repeated and we never spoke of it.