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First, let me introduce myself. My name is Janet; I’m a 45 year old woman from Edison, NJ. I’m a happily married woman with a daughter and two step-children (I’m Bill’s second wife). I used to work and be independent before I met my husband, but after we had our first child I decided to stop working so I could take care of the kids. Bill earns more than a nice living, and to be honest, I really liked taking care of my family. Bill is a sweetheart, and I’ve become very attached to his daughter Katie (12). His son David (18) and I never really get along until recently. I think he blamed me for his dad’s divorce and he’s only accepted me lately.

However, he is a sweet kid and I do care about him. I try and understand how he feels. He looks just like his father except younger. He had silky smooth blonde hair; a well toned chinned, and blue eyes. He was a very handsome teenager, but hit puberty very late. I’m sure he’ll do very well with women once he’s older.

I’m still very much attracted to my 52 year old husband. He’s in good shape and I try to please him anyway I can. My sex life is still active and quite good. We do have our periods of stale sex, but what marriage doesn’t? I’m still if fairly good shape myself, I don’t have much time to get to the gym but I try and make it as much as I can. I wouldn’t consider my body firm or anything; it’s soft, but certainly not flabby. I’m 5`7, blonde hair, green eyes, and just barely B cup breasts. Because of my age, they’ve lost some of their perkiness but nevertheless, it could be worse. Because I leave the house a lot (taking kids to school, grocery shopping, soccer practice, etc…), my face has gained a noticeable amount of freckles. Even without the sun, I have a fair a mount of freckles throughout my body, which my husband claims turns him on while I’m nude.

Except for when I’m with Bill, I consider myself a fairly conservative person. I dress more or less formally everywhere I go. Bill is a fairly successful investment banker in NYC and I like to look my best to compliment him whenever I go into the city for company dinners or events. Even in bed I was very much conservative before Bill. I was never into one-night stands, and all intercourse had been with an amount of boyfriends I could count on one hand. Bill really opened my up sexually. He buys me sexy lingerie on all our special occasions, things I would have been embarrassed to pay for in person. He introduced my to the joy of bringing a man to climax through oral sex. I had gone down on and ex-boyfriend but only on our anniversary and I didn’t enjoy it much. Besides, I told Bill he was the first person I’ve given head to, and it really made him happy.

Anyway, my story dates back to a year ago. The kids had come home from school and getting ready for their after school activities. I got my SUV with my daughter Maya (9), and step-daughter Katie. David, my step-son, was going to a friend’s house later on so he stayed home. I dropped Maya off at ballet and Katie off at dance class, and headed off to pick up a few items at the supermarket for that evening’s dinner. When I reached the supermarket I looked between the seats and couldn’t find my purse. This was frustrating because now I had to go back home and get it and all my plans would have to be rushed a bit.

I drove back home angry with myself for being so unorganized. I started retracing my steps and thought it likely I had left my purse in the bathroom, where I was putting on some makeup before leaving the house. When I got home, I opened the door and headed immediately to my bathroom. The house was very quiet, almost too quiet, but it usually is when no one is home. When I got into my bedroom, I heard a noise coming from my bathroom. The door was partly open and I saw someone’s shadow there. I heard kind of a muffled humping sound. I really had no idea what was going on, but I walked right up to the door and pushed it open.

There he was, my step-son David, standing next to hamper of dirty clothes and his pants and boxers down around his ankles. The moment lasted only about three seconds, but for me, it felt like three minutes. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. The first thing I saw was his face. His eyes were closed and he used his left hand to hold up a black rag that covered most of his face except his eyes and chin. He seemed to be breathing through it. My eyes moved further on down his body were he was rubbing his young, almost bare, throbbing penis with his right hand and another rag; a white rag. Being a bit naïve, it wasn’t until I looked at floor in front of him that I realized what was going on. Lying there in front of him where three pairs of my panties, all opened up and pressed flatly on the ground. I looked back at David and realized he was masturbating with my panties! That black rag on his face was the pair I wore two nights ago when Bill and I had dinner with some close friends, and the white rag were my cotton bikini briefs for everyday use.

At this point David opened his eyes and realized I was in the room. He both screamed out loud simultaneously. “David!” He yelled, “Ah!!!! Shit! I’m sorry!” He threw the panties in the hamper and reached for his jeans. He pulled them up to his thighs but since he penis was hard, it got caught on the bottom part of the zipper and stuck straight out for about a full second. It was about four inches, maybe less, and rock hard. Being from a cold place, most of us here are very pale. David was no exception. His penis was a very pale shade of beige, which made his pink engorged, head very noticeable. He was oozing pre-cum already and his abuse turned his head almost read. I just couldn’t get over how hard he was.

He turned his back towards me and put his penis back in his pants and ran out of the room. I stood there for a few moments too stunned to say anything. I walked around the bathroom and inspected the scene. I looked in the hamper and all the clothes had been tossed around. I picked up the panties off the floor and threw them in with the rest of the clothes. Everything else seemed pretty much normal. I saw my purse on the bathroom counter, grabbed it, and headed back to the car. David had already ran out of the house. I can only imagined how embarrassed he must be.

In the car I replayed the whole scenario in my head about a dozen times. I thought about a few things. First, how should I deal with this? Should I tell Bill? Second, since when was I a subject to his fantasies? What did I do to stimulate this desire in him? I don’t wear skimpy outfits around the house. I lock my door when I shower and change. When Bill and I make love we’re sure to be very quiet or make sure the house is empty. Third, why my panties? What was so special about them? I thought about this all throughout my day’s activities. I tried to be very adult and psychological about the situation. I didn’t want to dismiss him off as a pervert. I wanted to know what was going on inside his head. I thought about how he still hadn’t developed much social skills. He has never had a girlfriend and he’s certainly well past the age where boys very curious about women. That’s when it struck me; I must be the first woman David has ever smelled. He must have been so desperate to come in contact with a vagina that he resorted to this action. Part of me felt sorry for him, but another part of me was very flattered. As I drove back home with the girls I felt myself becoming very moist. I felt my vaginal lips slip and slide up against each other, causing them to rub up against my clitoris. Needless to say, I was getting very stimulated. I couldn’t believe I was reacting this way!

When I got home, I sent the girls to get cleaned up while I started preparing things for dinner. I started feeling really guilty and ashamed of myself. Being raised in a very strict and Catholic household, I was raised to believe such impure thoughts were sinful. I never even discovered masturbation until I was 25, and since then, I’ve only done it a handful of times. I could still feel the moisture in my panties, which only made me feel worse. Besides, he’s my husband’s son! I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, but the image kept playing in my mind.

I tried to think of, as many reasons as I could that would make me find the situation disgusting. I thought about how his penis was still not fully developed. How it was still in its development stages and his pubic hair hadn’t even grown in full yet and how skinny it was. But then again, what difference does pubic hair make? I myself don’t have much. Except for a small tuft of blonde curls in the center of my vagina, I’m pretty hairless. I don’t even have to wax when I wear a swimsuit. This is when the other side of me started contradicting my shameful side. I thought about Bill’s own penis. Bill didn’t have a large penis; he was four and a half inches, maybe five at most. He wasn’t very thick either. I know this doesn’t sound impressive, but I don’t care. I love Bill and it doesn’t bother me. I used to find it so cute when we made love during the time we were engaged. He used to turn the light off in the room because he said it made the moment more special, but I could tell he was insecure about his size. I tried to make him feel better by asking him how was I to fit his whole penis in his mouth when I went down on him. I could feel his cock swell as I complimented his penis. I lied to him and told him that he was the biggest I’ve ever had, and shortly after that, we made love with the lights on. To be honest, I don’t really care about size. The man I was seeing before Bill had a 6.5-inch penis, but I actually found it a bit painful at times when he would enter me. Once built Bill’s confidence with his penis, he began using it very well and we’ve been happy ever since.

As I had my cooking ingredients out on the table, I was still too uncomfortable with myself. All these thoughts have made me so wet that I can feel the wetness spreading to my legs and I started to feel very unclean. I run upstairs and tell the girls I’m going to take a quick shower before making dinner. I go into the bathroom and undress immediately. As I slid my panties off, I paused to look at them. My juices sparkled a bit under the lights. I look in the mirror and caught a reflection of myself. My nipples had constricted themselves into their fullest erect position. My vagina was visibly more swollen than usual. My inner lips extend a little beyond usual and can be see even when I’m standing straight up. Because of my age and experience they’re a little longer and looser than they were 20 years ago but Bill is fascinated by them and takes good care of them during oral. Last time I was this wet without direct contact from someone was I flirted with a man in the shopping mall and offered to take me to a hotel.

I went inside the shower, closed the curtain and grabbed the shower nozzle. I turned the water on until it was nice and warm. I turn the nozzle on pull blast and placed the water pressure directly over my fanny. I ran the stream of water up and down my slit several times, before moving up to my clitoris. The impact on my clit caused my butt to clench up tight. I spread my legs further apart for better access. The hood over my clitoris is fairly large, you could say my vagina has quite a bit of skin to it. I pull my lips apart with my index and third finger, and use the middle one to pull the hood back and expose my pink knob. I closed my eyes and started thinking about the scene earlier today. The way David’s hand tugged at himself at such a fast past. The way he had his eyes closed as he desperately tried to smell me. I rocked my hips back and fourth to as the shower kept hitting my clitoris. I tried to not to make any noise. I remembered David’s body, so completely relaxed thinking nobody was home. I thought about my panties on the floor and how he must have been imagining me in wearing them. Finally, no matter how hard I tried to put it out of my mind, I thought of his penis; so erect, aching with desire and oozing sexuality because of my scent. I’ve never thought a person would ever have such longing for me. I came harder than I’ve done in a really long time. The orgasm lasted for a delicious amount of time as the water still kept landing on my vagina.

As I stepped out of the shower, I felt like a completely relaxed. I must have had a lot of tension and stress, because I felt like a rejuvenated woman. After I dressed myself I made dinner and Bill came home. We always tried to eat dinner together as a family, unless Bill couldn’t make the commute from NY on time. David didn’t show up for dinner. I heard him come home after I put my daughter to bed. He went to his room. He must be terrified that I told Bill. I knew he wouldn’t want to talk to me that night so I didn’t approach him.

Later on, I slipped into my nightgown and sat on the bed to read a magazine and watch television. Bill went to take a shower and I had an idea. I laid out one of the t-shirts he sleeps with and boxers on the bed. This way, when he comes out of the bathroom, he will have to change in front of me instead of changing in our walking closet like he always does. He came out with a towel around his waist and saw the clothes lying on the bed. I told him I just wanted to help him because he looked very tired. He slipped out of his towel, which gave me a few seconds to stare at his penis. The resemblance was uncanny. It was David exact penis, except all proportions were a bit bigger. As I went to sleep in Bill’s arms that night I thought about our sex life. I would love to see Bill want me like David did. I wished I would someday catch him sniffing my panties out of the hamper and make love to me on the cold floor. I thought about how I would handle the situation and thought it best to confront David in the morning.

Next morning, David was the first one out of the house. He left a note saying he took the bus to school. That’s how it went for the next three days. He avoided all eye contact with me during dinner and wouldn’t talk to me. He locked himself in his room all the time. I started going to the gym on the afternoons to take my mind of the situation. On the third night he did this, Bill mentioned it to me in bed. He said, “I think there’s something wrong with David.” I couldn’t help but feel nervous.

-“Why do you say that?”

-“Well, he’s been really moody lately. I went to speak to him about it to find out why. I think I found out.”

I thought, oh my god, what does he know? He said, “I think it’s a girl. I asked him and he refused to answer. It was pretty obvious he has a crush on someone.” I tried really hard not to blush. He told me how hard it was for boys to tell girls how they felt because they were afraid of getting rejected. That’s when I decided I was going to have to do talk to David tomorrow.

The next day I woke up and found David missing again. So I put a note stuck the remote control of his TV saying, “Please, we have to talk. I won’t tell your father.” I took the girls to school and started doing laundry. As I put my clothes in the washing machine I looked at the ones David had taken out. Then something struck me as odd. There was a white lacy thong in the hamper also, but David didn’t bother to it. Did he not see it, or did he not care? I thought all younger men were into skimpy underwear. I myself prefer low cut bikinis because they’re more comfortable. I only wear the thongs for Bill when I know we’ll have some privacy.

After doing laundry I went to the gym and thought about confronting David. That afternoon when the kids came home from school I was very nervous. I didn’t exactly know what I was going to say. He came home and locked himself in his room. I went in and asked him if he saw the note and he told me he didn’t. I knew he was lying. I said, “Come with me to take the girls to ballet and dance practice.”

-“Why?”

-“Because I have to talk to you.”

-“About what?”

-“Stop being a smart ass and come with me. You know what I want to talk to you about. I figure it will be easier in the car. You wont have to look me in the face when we talk that way. It’ll be easier for the both of us. I really can’t keep this up.”

He sat in the backseat with his sister and my daughter rode up front with me. When we dropped my daughter off, Katie moved to the front. Then, we dropped her off and David wouldn’t move. I looked into his eyes for the first time since the incident through the rear view mirror. I said, “Come on, sit next to me.”

He got into the passenger side very slowly. I could tell he was nervous because it took him a while to get his seat belt fastened. I drove for a little bit before starting the conversation. I said, “Look, I just want you to know that I’m not going to tell anybody about this. I’m not mad at you. I don’t want you to think that I’m mad at you, but you really can go on ignoring me because then you’re father will know that something is up. You don’t want your father to know do you?”

-“No.”

-“Good. He won’t I promise.”

-“But…”

For the first time it sounded as though he was really going to say something. I made sure to look straight ahead at the road and not at him, so he would feel more comfortable with the situation. I asked, “But what David?”

-“No. Forget it. It’s too humiliating.”

-“Hey look. I know it’s not easy to talk about this, but you have my word that this conversation is strictly between us. Just be honest. You don’t have to watch your mouth with me. We’re both adults here.”

-“How do you expect me to talk to you again? Do you know how embarrassing that was for me?

-“You don’t think that was a little odd for me too?”

-“Of course I do. I thought you were going to yell at me.”

-“No. I wasn’t going to yell at you. I mean, I was shocked yes, but nothing to go crazy over. I understand boys are curious.”

He started laughing nervously, “I can’t believe your being so cool about this me.”

I said, “Well you’ve never really taken the time to really have a good talk with me have you?”

-“Yeah, that’s true. But still, you don’t seem like the kind of woman who would take what happened like this.”

Now this was very interesting to me. I asked, “What kind of woman am I?”

He said, “Well you know. On the surface you look really serious. And honestly…”

-“Yes?”

-“You sure you wont get mad?”

-“Go ahead.”

-“Well, you seem like a prude.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud a bit. The truth was, he was right. I was a prude, but I was getting very turned on just talking to him. I felt like I was living out a sexual fantasy just seducing this boy into talking to him about our situation. I said, “Yeah, I am a prude I guess. But if I tell you something, promise me it’ll just stay between us.”

He swallowed nervously, “What.”

-“Well, the truth is I feel very flattered.”

-“You do?” I could feel the excitement in his voice.

-“Sure. Even prudes like to feel attractive David. I liked the fact that a younger man like you could be attracted to such an old lady.”

-“Oh you’re not an old lady, and of course you’re attractive.”

-“Don’t lie, please. You’ve been honest with me so far. How can I compete with all the young teenage girls at your school, or all the Britney Spears look-alikes.”

-“I’m not lying. Fuck Britney Spears.”

I looked at him when he said this. He said, “Sorry.”

-“Don’t worry about it. Just my some old prude habits.”

He actually laughed at my comment, which made me feel really good. He said, “You’re a sexy woman Janet. I don’t think you know how much sex appeal you have.”

This comment brought tingles to my stomach. I said, “When did you notice me? You used to hate me so much.”

-“Well, remember during summer when we went up to Martha’s Vineyard?”

-“Yes I do.”

-“Well, I saw you in that black bikini and that’s when I first started thinking of you that way.”

I thought back to the moment he was talking about. It was a very sexy, but fairly conservative, black bikini that Bill bought me. I didn’t even want to wear it, but Bill pressured me into it. I thought it was too risqué because the top had fairly small triangles to cover my breasts and the bikini was V cut so all my legs were showing. “Oh yes, I remember now.” I looked at him and smiled, “So that did it for you huh?”

-“Yup.”

-“So let me ask you, how did you end up with my…” I didn’t want to finish my sentence. I could tell he went back to being uncomfortable. I looked over at him and was going to tell him he didn’t have to answer but I noticed a bulge in his pants. He was trying to cover it with his hands. This made me become wet and already I could feel my lips getting gooey.

It took him a few seconds before answering. “Ok. I went into you bathroom to get some toothpaste one afternoon and you hamper was open.” He wanted to leave it at that, but I was getting too excited to leave it alone.

-“And…”

He took a big breath of air and his answer came out really fast. “Well, I saw one of your beige panties, uh underwear, on top and held it up. I pictured what you’d look like in it and you know the rest.”

I was very turned on at this point, but I didn’t want him to know that. It’s a good thing women do not get erections like men. I stayed calm and serious. “How long have you been masturbating with them?”

I looked over at him and his face had turned really red. I said, “I’m sorry. I should have used another word. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

He looked at me and like a smart-ass said, “What word would you have used, jerking off?”

-“David!” I couldn’t help but blush.

-“See what I am by prude?”

-“Very funny young man.” He enjoyed teasing me. I could tell because his bulge got bigger. However, I didn’t want to lose control of the situation so I said, “Ok, how long have you been jerking with them?”

He stayed silent for a moment before he said, “Like two months or so?”

-“Wow. I never noticed.”

-“How could you notice?

-“Well, you know…”

This time he had the power. It was his turn to get me to say the words. He looked at me with a smile and said, “Well…?” I tried to remain poised as much as I could. “Well, because I never found any sperm in them. Can you ejaculate at your age?”

This offended him. “Of course I can!”

-“I didn’t mean to insult you, really. I just asked because I never saw any that’s all. Don’t you finish?”

The anger in him caused him to respond without thinking. “Of course I do, but I don’t cum in them because I didn’t want you to find out. I cum on the floor and wipe it off.”

I didn’t know what to say next. I tried to think of something fast. “Can I ask you another question?”

-“Sure. Why stop now.” I didn’t like his aggressive tone, but if this was going to get me some answers I went along with it. “There was a thong in the hamper last week. Why didn’t you take that one out too?”

-“I’m not into thongs. I like the average ones. The ones you use everyday. Too many girls wear thongs now. Everybody wants to be a slut. You’re much classier than that. You probably make the normal ones look sexier anyway.”

He spoke with such confidence that I knew he meant it. “Thank you David.” I was overwhelmed by this compliment. He could see the smile on my face and started laughing. I asked, “What is it?”

He laughed even more now and said, “No way. Sorry.”

-“What?”

-“No you’re going to think I’m nasty.”

-“Just say it. I promise I won’t judge you.”

-“You sure?”

-“Yes.”

-“Well ok. Your briefs have more smell to them. I know you only wear the thongs for dad so you don’t usually keep them on that long anyway. The briefs you wear them all day, so those are the ones with the heaviest…you know…fragrance.”

I was speechless. I was happy he told the truth, but I didn’t know whether I should be appalled or excited by his comment. But he kept on going, “Besides, the thongs are too small. They’re not good for the face because they don’t cover enough area, and they’re not good for below because I can’t wrap them around my entire…you know.”

I was officially soaked. I knew that I was going to shower immediately once I got home, but I had to try and contain myself in front of him. I couldn’t let him know what was going on. “I see. Well, thanks for clearing that up for me.”

-“Is there anything else you’d like to know?”

-“Hmm, I don’t know.”

-“You have great taste in underwear you know.”

I looked over at him and grinned. “I take it you’ve gone through my entire collection.”

-“Oh yeah.”

-“Any favorites?”

-“Well, like I said, I’m not into the thongs or lacy frilly ones. I like all your cotton briefs. I love that you buy new ones when they’re wearing out. I always check to see if you bring any new ones home. And you always pick classy colors. I love your typical white, beige and black ones. But I also love that you have cute ones too; like the colorful silly ones with the stripes and little hearts or bows in the middle. Those are so cool. ”

-“Thanks.” He noticed my blushing and thought it was so sweet how he kept trying to please me.”

-“And I love that they’re not granny panties that are high. I love that you have low-rise, the v-cut and the seamless ones must look great on you.”

I started laughing uncontrollably. I was part nervous, part flattered, and part horny. I finally calmed down and looked at him. He has such a proud smile on his face. He got everything he wanted to say out, and was pleased that I didn’t freak out.

-“You should sell women’s lingerie for a living. You seem to know so much. Oh, and don’t think they look so good on me, please.”

-“Nah. I just logged onto the Victoria secret web page and learned all the names. You buy most of your stuff from there anyway. Oh, and I bet you they look amazing on you.”

At this point, I was extremely comfortable with our conversation. We both were. “So, anyone you like in particular?”

-“Yes! Your pink v-string! Oh, that one kills me. You should get more like those. I love how the front is big enough to cover your pussy…oh shit I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

-“Its ok. Go on.”

-“Well, I love how the front is normal and big enough to cover your…pussy…and how the waistband is a tiny string but then in the back it hugs your entire ass. Oh, man. Dad’s such a lucky guy.”

I put my hand on his thigh. I felt his leg starting to tremble. He became very silent all of the sudden. I don’t know if he noticed or not, but my hand was trembling as well. “Thank you David. That’s so sweet of you to say.”

He didn’t respond. The car was very silent now, but it wasn’t long until we reach the house. I parked outside and said, “David, you have to promise me this all stays between us.”

-“Of course.”

I looked over at him and grinned. “Well, you have the house all to yourself now. Do you want me to take the girls for some ice cream and give you extra time?”

He opened his eyes really widely. “Are you serious?”

-“Very serious. I’d like you to.”

-“Why?”

-“Because I know you like it.”

-“Well, it’s different now that you now.”

-“Well, your more than welcome to whenever you want to. Just make sure nobody’s in the house.”

David didn’t know what to say. He became very nervous. “Why are you doing this?”

-“Because this is the first time we’ve had our first real talk. I appreciate you being honest with me. Like I said, it’s very flattering to me.” He reached for the door and I put me hand on his leg. My heart was racing, “If you do it today you’ll be very pleased with what’s in the hamper. I did laundry this morning, but there’s one in there I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”

He smiled nervously. “Why?”

-“Because I went to the gym this morning and I was wearing it. I know you like them smelly.” His jaw dropped in amazement. I said, “Pick a pair out of my underwear drawer and use that for the bottom. Oh, and you can finish in it if you want.”

-“What? Really? You wont be disgusted?”

-“No. Finish and put it back in the hamper, I’ll wash them later.”

David started getting suspicious. This was too good to be true. “Are you sure?”

-“For the last time, yes. But only do that today. If in the next few weeks you do it again, take the pair of panties you use to finish and stash them under your bed. I don’t want your father looking in the hamper and thinking I was with another man. Do you understand me?”

David rushed off into the house. When David went into the house I felt my pants were soaked. I used the armrests to prop myself off my seat and look down. The leather seats were black but I could tell they were wet. I ran my hand over the seat and confirmed my situation. I put my hand between my legs and felt the entire area wet also. I was wearing khaki pants so I know the wetness would clearly show, so when I went to pick up the girls I made sure to tie a sweater around my waist when I got out of the car. I took the girls out for ice cream, giving David a good forty-five minutes by himself.

When I got back to the house I rushed upstairs to my bathroom. I opened the hamper and found a pair of my white cotton seamless panties completely soiled from David. The goo wasn’t thick, but it was still there. I locked the door and dropped my pants to my ankles. I rested my back against the wall and pressed my panties to my face and inhaled the smell of David’s cum. I thought about what David must have looked like masturbating with them in his hand. It didn’t take long for me to be close to an orgasm. I looked at myself in the mirror, with my panties in my face, and felt so deliciously dirty that I came instantly.

For the next couple of months the situation became routine. Every couple of days or so I would check under David’s bed and find my soiled panties. He would get off smelling me, and I would get off smelling him. Hopefully, he didn’t know I was doing this. I wished he felt that I was simply washing them. Occasionally I bought new ones for him to admire. Nothing fancy, just more of the plain cut ones but with different shades of color. I made sure not to mention of it to him and acted really seriously around him all the time. Bill and I made love several times during those few months but the routine of it all wasn’t pleasing me as much as my unusual situation with David was. However, I would never bring myself to touch David as much as I wanted to. It was just too wrong. So I decided to do the next best thing. I decided to fulfill both of our fantasies in one day.

David’s birthday was coming up so I decided to give us both a present. Bill wanted to take us all out to a fancy dinner to celebrate his son’s 16th birthday, so I went out and bought a new dress. I got a chic, low cut, black dress that zips up in the back. On the day of his birthday I dropped the girls off at school and came home to David and an empty house. I went to his bedroom and told him to be ready by 7pm, because his father made reservations for 7:30pm. I went to my room and put on favorite pair of my panties, the pink low cut v-string. I put a matching bra on and then my dress, but I needed someone to help me with the zipper. I stood in front of my full-length mirror and called David to my room. He walked in and found me unzipped. My back was to him and the dress was open from behind. From his angle he could see the back of my bra strap and only the top part of my panties.

He looked at me and said, “Oh shit! I’m sorry!” I couldn’t conceal the devilish grin on my face.

-“It’s ok. I called you in here didn’t I? I need you to help me with my dress. I want to see how it fits before I wear it tonight.” He walked over to me and grabbed my zipper. I looked at his face in the mirror’s reflection and saw him look down at my panties.

He said, “Hey, you’re wearing my favorite pair!”

-“I know they’re your birthday present.”

This shook him a little and he started to stutter, “Wha-, wha, what do you mean?”

I put my hand on his face, “You didn’t think I’d leave you without a birthday present now did you?”

-“I don’t know.”

-“Would you like to see me in them?”

-“Yes! Please!”

-“What would you do if you saw me in them?”

He took a few moments, “Well, you know, eventually I would…you know, masturbate thinking about it.”

I looked at him very sternly. “Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. ANYONE, you hear me?” He was so excited he could barely hold it in. I turned around again, “Now zip me up.” He did so in about a second. I told him to go to his room.

I waited a few moments before I showed up, just to make him more anxious. I was getting hotter every passing moment as well. I showed up with a shopping bag in my hand. I asked David to lie down on the bed and locked the door. He jumped to my command. He just lied there with a big smile on his face. I said, “Take your shirt off please.”

-“What? Why?”

-“Are you going to do it or not?”

He hesitated, but he took off his shirt. He had a bare chest except for three hairs coming in. I sat down on the bed next to him and rubbed my hand over them. “Oh look, you’re becoming a man just like your face.” David started sweating a little. He didn’t know what to do. I said, “David, take your pants off.” He asked why, so I said, “Because if you’re going to see me, I should be able to see you. Do you want to see me or not.” He unbuttoned himself with shaky hands and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. I said, “Now, I don’t want you to say anything. Just do what I tell you. If you say one word I will stop this whole thing ok?” He nodded. He was obviously very uneasy, but his penis was fully erect. I knew this type of exposure would turn him on.

I stood up in front of him. “Nod if you understand me. You cannot tell anyone about this. I’m repeating it because I’m very serious about this. Do you understand?” He quickly nodded. I gave him the best devilish grin I could muster. I opened the shopping bag I had with me and emptied out the contents onto his chest. They were all my dirty panties from last week. I started rubbing them on his chest so he could feel the cotton press up against him. “These are all used. I want you to take your pick and as you like to say, jerk off in front of me.”

He was about to open his mouth when I said, “Remember our deal!” He looked at his chest and held several of them in the air. I saw him inspect them for any stains on the vaginal area and press them to his face. I sat down on the bed and tugged his boxers down to his thighs. He tried to stop me but I said, “I’ll stop all of this right now young man!” So he just surrendered to me. He laid flat on his back and let me take control. With Bill he’s always in control, so this was a very erotic change for me. I stared at his penis, already oozing pre-cum. His balls were already compressed up towards his penis from the excitement. I took one of the pair of panties from his chest and said, “This satin pair will be perfect for this area. I placed my hand over his penis with the satin panties. Two things happened. First, I could feel his cock shake in my hand. I felt his heartbeat through his penis. This was the first time a woman had touched him there, and if I wasn’t careful, he was bound to cum from this alone. Second, my pussy quickly became soaked. I was fascinated by the effect I was having on him. I loved the texture of his small penis in my hand. It’s been a while since I’ve felt one this hard in my hand before.

I released his cock and replaced it with his own hand. “Which one are you going to sniff?” He chose a beige pair of cotton ones, so I grabbed the rest and put them in the shopping bag. “You know our arrangement, place them under your mattress when you’re done with those. Now, listen to me, this is very important. When you’re about to ejaculate, I want you to stop and tell me. OK?” He nodded. I said, “Ok, start.”

He started rubbing himself very slowly.. My vagina was soaked. I just stood up and stared at him. His body all exposed to me, his helplessness in the situation was intoxicating. I lifted my dress up to where my belly button is and gave him his peek. His eyes opened one like silver dollars and he began furiously pumping his cock. I turned around to give him a peek of my ass. I loved the sound of the thumping of his hand against his body made. I turned around to give him a frontal view. I looked down myself and the vaginal spot had a big wet circle on it. I pulled my panties up to cause the fabric to press up against my vagina and cause a camel toe. I said, “Are they too tight you think?” He shook his head no rapidly. He started taking enormous whiffs of the panties on his face and I pressed up my panties even more against myself. I was so wet that one of my vaginal lips to popped out of the side. A big gooey strand of my juices was clinging it to it. He began to pump even faster and I could tell he was about to cum. I yelled, “No!”

I rushed over to him and took his hand away from his penis. I took the panty out of his face. He was too aroused to think straight. He looked like he was just waking up from surgery where a general anesthetic was used. I looked at his penis and it was throbbing so hard I could actually see it bounce up and down from arousal. Pre-cum was coming out non-stop. Any sort of contact would set it off. I said, “I want to give you your b-day present. Put your hands at your sides.”

I stood up in front of him and lowered my dress, but as I did so, I slid my panties off. I sat down next to him, he tried to look up my dress but I closed my legs together. I made him look straight into my eyes. I said, “Listen David, I’m very turned on by all of this. I want you to know that. Look at my panties.” I held them up for him so he could see the mucus-like juices all over it. I know you want to do a lot of things to me, but I really can’t. It’s not right and wouldn’t be fair to your father. This is as far as we can go. But I want you to enjoy all of this ok? This is the only time this will happen.”

He nodded like he understood, but I think he was too excited to really listen. I said, “You can’t use your hands to touch yourself ok?” He nodded again.

I put my drenched panties on his face. I made sure the vaginal covering was directly over his nose and mouth. I used my palm to make sure my vaginal mucus was all over him. I could feel his tongue against my palm. He began lapping up my juices through the material and was grinding his face against my hand. He inhaled as if it were his last breath. I released my grip, which was shortly replaced by his own. I looked at his still throbbing penis, then back at him. I said, “David…” He looked at me, his eyes poking out through the leg openings of the panties. “…happy birthday.”

I took the satin underwear he was using before and clothed his penis with it. I began pumping his cock with long, full strokes.

He was so surprised he let out, “Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh”.

It only took about ten pumps to make him cum. I knew it would happen shortly, but I was impressed by his explosion. His first eruption actually sent a few drops right through the material and onto his stomach. He started rocking his hips almost uncontrollably to my hand. I continued my rhythm so his orgasm wouldn’t be interrupted. The second and third spurts came out hard as well. The panties were getting drenched with each pump I made until eventually I could feel the cum in my first. I cupped his balls with my free hands and started massaging them.

I said, “That’s it honey, just let in happen.”

I looked at David, his arms were wide open resting on the bed. As his orgasm started dying down I slowed down the pace on my hand thrusts, but never stopped.

I said, “Mmm, that’s a good boy. Just relax.”

I felt his penis starting to get smaller in my hand. My pumps turned into a two handed massage. I took his now soft penis between my fingers and squeezed it from the bottom all the way to the head, making sure every last drop was out. Finally, his penis was at its softest state and I took in one final caress and stood up. I took the panties off over his penis and saw it in its normal state. I saw shocked by how small it had become. It was like two inches and dangled there pretty helplessly, surrounded by its own cum.

I looked over at David and he had his eyes closed. He appeared to be sleeping. I thrown in the soiled underwear and threw it in my shopping bag and started heading out of the room. When I got to the door I heard David say, “Thank you.”

I turned around and walked over to him. Lifted my pink, wet panties from his mouth and said, “Your welcome David.” I planted a kiss on his lips and walked out.