My parents had adopted myself and my older sister when we were quite young. They had told us this once we were both in our early teens and had always treated us as if we were their own. My sister was about four years older than me. I was in my third year at college and I was now nearly nineteen years old.
It was Saturday and I had been working in a hardware shop in the town which was my part time job. Normally I would get home after work around six in the evening. Now and again, if things were a bit quiet, the boss would let me go early. It had been one of those Saturdays and I had got home at about four in the afternoon.I noticed our family car in the street outside, so that meant my father was home.
It was quiet when I opened the back door to the kitchen and went in.A note left by my mother on the kitchen table announced that she had gone on a shopping trip with my sister. ‘Back about six-thirty’ the note said. I decided that I would head off to my bedroom and get some much needed sexual relief. First of all I was interested to know where my step-father was.He didn’t seem to be around so I thought he must be visiting a neighbour or something.Oh well! Off to the privacy of my bedroom.My step-parents never came into my bedroom uninvited so if he did come back from somewhere, I knew he would not disturb me as long as I shut my door.
When I got to the hallway upstairs, I could hear grunting and panting coming from my step-parents’ bedroom. I decided to go and listen at the bedroom door. As I passed the bathroom door it looked from the condensation on the walls that a bath had recently been taken. I then noticed that the bedroom door was slightly open.I walked slowly and very quietly along the hall and stopped outside the door.
Through the narrow opening I could see one side of the bed, and sitting on the edge of it on a bath towel was my step-father. He was masturbating, head turned partially to one side facing away from the door, and was wearing nothing but a pair of blue silk panties. I was pretty sure from my many inspections of my mother’s panty drawer, that they were a pair of hers. He had his stiff prick sticking out over the waist band of the panties which were quite small and only just about had enough room in them to hold his balls. Next to him on the bed was a magazine which he appeared to be looking at as he stroked himself.I couldn’t see what the magazine was from where I was standing but assumed that it was porn.I was riveted to the spot and watched with baited breath as his strokes got faster, his breathing more laboured, and it was obvious that he was just about to cum. He suddenly leaned overand picked up another pair of panties which up until then must have been on the bed next to him out of my sight. They looked like navy blue cotton ‘granny’ knickers to me. With just a few more firm strokes of the full length of his prick, and holding the navy blue knickers in front of it, he spurted his load onto them in several huge, powerful jets. Then he carefully enclosed the end of his prick with the panties, presumably to catch every drop of his cum and didn’t make a mess anywhere.
I watched for a few moments longer, as he wiped his wilting prick on the knickers. Watching my step-father at it had for some strange reason given me an immediate hard-on. I sneaked along to my bedroom, quietly closed the door, got out some pink lacey panties that had become part of my collection since stealing them from my mother’s panty drawer, and furiously wanked into them. I lasted only a few minutesbefore my cum gushed out into the panties.
I laid back on my bed and reflected on what I had watched my step-father doing.I had not previously thought about married adults doing what single younger men did, but there was a lot that I didn’t know or understand at that stage of my life. I thought about the panties that he had used, already sure that the blue silk ones were my step-mothers, but what about the other pair, the navy blue cotton knickers? They must have been my eighteen year old sister’s. I supposed that he must have stolen them from her before she had left home and got married. I also wondered how watching my step-dad masturbating had turned me on so much.
I had so much going on in my head so I lay on my bed for a while trying to clear my thoughts. Eventually I got dressed into jeans and tee-shirt and went downstairs about half an hour later to find him sitting in his armchair in the living room, looking at a newspaper. The TV was on but silent. He glanced up as he heard me enter the room.
‘’How was your day at work?’’ He enquired.
‘’Fine.’’ I answered, fairly calmly.
‘’I didn’t hear you come in, were you late,’’ he asked.
“Actually no, I went up to my bedroom as soon as I came in. I had something to sort out. Where were you?”
“I was um … Having a bit of a lay down on my bed.”
“Oh I see. I thought I heard you. Dad, can I ask you something personal?”
“Well … I suppose so.”
“Were you … you know … Playing with yourself. Only I thought that’s what I heard you doing.”
“That’s a bit too personal son isn’t it? Actually … I had better confess. Yes I was. The thing is, my … You know … sexual needs are far greater than your mother’s so every now and then I have to look after myself. Actually, I do it quite often. I’m sure you understand about men’s needs. I expect you have them too.”
“Yes of course I do. In fact I have to masturbate almost every day. Look dad, I have confession to make too. When I came home, I heard you, so I didn’t go into my bedroom. I came and sneaked a look around your bedroom door.”
“Oh I see. So you know exactly how I was doing it. You saw everything I suppose?”
“Yes I did. Sorry Dad. I even watched you cum.”
“Well not to worry. I’ve no need to keep anything secret from you any more have I. Do you think that what I was doing … You know … The knickers. Well, do you think I’m weird or a pervert or something?”
“No Dad, of course I don’t. It’s quite common you know. In fact I have the same … Um … Interest. I’d love to know where you got the navy blue ones from though. I’d love a pair like those. I know that the pair you were wearing were mum’s. Don’t ask me how I know.”
“Well when I’ve washed them and they are dry I’ll let you have them to try. How about that? They do feel rather good as you will find out. And by the way, they belonged to Mrs. Roberts daughter next door. I won’t go into the details though, and I’d rather you didn’t ask.”
“OK I won’t ask. It’s none of my business anyway. Bloody hell though. Amanda Roberts knickers. She is rather sexy.”
It was a week later on Sunday morning and my step-father and I had the house to ourselves again. My step-mother was at her sister’s house for the day helping with some charity stuff that needed doing. My step-father had kept his promise and given me the navy blue knickers earlier in the week. I decided that today I would have some fun with them, having had no chance up until now.
I left my step-father in the kitchen putting the kettle on to make himself a cup of coffee and went off upstairs to my bedroom. After closing the door, I stripped off all of my clothes, took the knickers out of a drawer where I had stashed them, and put them on. They felt so good, and in no time at all I had a full hard-on. I sat on the edge of my bed and began to stroke myself through the cotton fabric of the knickers.
I had only been at it for a couple of minutes when my step-father opened my bedroom door and came in with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“I brought you up a coff … Oh ****! Sorry son. I should have knocked. I’ll put this down on your side table and bugger off out of here. I really am sorry.”
“It’s OK Dad. Stay for a while, I’ve gone off my stroke now anyway and I wanted to ask you something.”
“Do you want to get dressed first.”
“No I’m fine as I am unless you’re embarrassed by me being undressed.”
“Actually son, I find it quite sexy. Those knickers look really good on you. What do you want to ask me anyway?”
“Well the thing is, I got a bit turned on last week watching you wanking and I was wondering if you knew why that would happen. Do you think I might be a homo-sexual or something?”
“No I wouldn’t think so Son. I expect it was the panties that got you going.”
No dad. It must be more than that. Panties always turn me on but this was … Different, sort of more intense somehow. And now you are here in my room with me just wearing these panties, I get a feeling that I want you to … you know …”
“You want me to masturbate you, is that it?”
“That’s exactly it, and I have been having thoughts during the week. I had been thinking about what it would feel like to do the same to you. Do you think that’s a bit weird?”
“No Son I don’t. Men do it to men all the time even if they are into women as well. And you have to remember that we are not blood relations so anything that we decide to do would not be against any laws.”
“And would you want to do it Dad?”
“I’m prepared to give it a go if you are. Do you need some time to think about it?”
“No Dad, My mind is already made up. Look at me. I’m already getting hard again just thinking about it.”
“Shall I get undressed then Son.”
“Ok. Do that.”
And so my step-father got undressed in front of me and I could see that he was also getting stiff. It felt so natural to me as I lay back on the bed and he stood close between my now parted thighs. I rubbed his stiff prick as he gently stroked mine through the cotton knickers.
“Ah! … Ah! … I’m going to cum! Let me cum on the knickers! … Here it comes!” cried my step-father. He spurted loads his cum which I managed to direct onto the front of the knickers. Just as he finished I found myself on the brink of my own orgasm.
“Oh ****! … Do it a bit harder Dad! Go on! Go on! Ah! Ah! Faster! That’s it. I’m there!” I cried as my own cum flooded out into the knickers. “Bloody hell. That felt good dad.”
“That was great for me too son. And I’m getting hard again but I think we should leave things at that for now don’t you?”
“OK then I suppose you’re right. Another time then.”
