Don’t Use Mom’s Panties 1
Introduction:
Sis finds Mom’s Panties
Don’t Use Mom’s Panties 1
I was home for the winter break after my first semester of college. At nineteen I had really enjoyed my time away from home. I grew up a lot that semester. I had a few dates, but nothing serious. The guys at college all just seemed to want to get drunk and screw whatever comes near them. I stayed away from that scene and focused on my grades. I was a good girl that’s for sure. But then I came home.
Mom was glad to have me at home. My younger brother was eighteen and still in his senior year of high school. He wouldn’t finish his semester exams for a few more days. Since it was just the two of us home during the day, we were able to get a lot done for the upcoming holidays.
This morning while she was volunteering at the library, I was doing the laundry to surprise her. I pushed open the door to my brother’s room and walked in to get his sheets to wash. I was immediately greeted by “man smell.” It was a mix of sweaty athletic clothes and his overpowering deodorant.
“Just take a shower more often!” I thought to myself as I pulled back his comforter and began to strip the bed. I noticed a huge pile of clothes in the corner of the room and I made a mental note to come back for them later. Anything I could do to help Mom out would be appreciated. Dad works off shore on oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico. He’s usually gone for a month, and then home for a week and then back on the rig again. This was his year to work through Christmas, so Mom wasn’t all too excited about the approaching holidays.
As I pulled the bottom sheet from the corner where it was tucked in, I actually lifted up the mattress a bit. A piece of black cloth came flying out along with the sheet when it pulled free. I bent to pick it up when I realized it was a pair of panties.
I stood there holding them for a minute. I was puzzled. How did a pair of panties end up under his mattress? Just for a minute, I was innocent in my thoughts. They must have been in with the sheet and spent the week tucked in with it when the bed was made.
Then it hit me. “Oh wow!” I said out loud to the empty room. I had finally realized that my brother had put them there on purpose. A sexual purpose!
What was he doing with them? Was he jacking off into them? Rubbing off on them? Was he wearing them? These thoughts tumbled through my brain as I turned them over in my hands. I wondered where he got them from. Some high school slut? He didn’t have a girlfriend that I knew of. I knew they weren’t mine.
I held them up to the light to give them a good look. “Shit!” I said out loud again. These were Mom’s panties! The whole world went on pause for a moment as I stood there in shock. To top it off, while holding the panties up to the light, I could see several stained spots. His cum stains!
I sat down on the bed in a stupor. How could he? The little pervert. His own mother! Now don’t get me wrong. I love my brother. He’s always been a friend and a protector, even though I was older than him. But this! This was a little too weird.
Should I tell Mom? What if she already knew? All of these thoughts were scrambling my brain. I stood up and tossed the panties on top of the sheets in the laundry basket and carried them downstairs.
He deserved it, but I knew I wasn’t going to turn him in. I didn’t want to see my brother in that kind of trouble. Besides, it would ruin the holidays. So I set out to remove the evidence of the crime.
I used a stain stick and liquid stain remover and scrubbed at his dried cum stains until the panties were clean. I washed them with the sheets and dried them. Later that day I brought them from my room to Mom’s and told her they must have been mixed in with my clothes from my Thanksgiving trip back home.
Mom told me thanks and that she’d wondered what happened to them. I watched her carefully and I really think she had no idea of what was really going on.
The rest of the afternoon I debated what to say to my brother, or if I should say anything at all. If he noticed them missing and then admitted to Mom that he’d had them, that could destroy the holidays. I finally came up with a plan.
I wrote a note that said, “I know what you’ve been doing. Come see me.” I signed it “Sis” and tucked the note under the corner of his mattress where he’d been hiding the panties. Then I went back to my room and read a magazine on my bed, but my thoughts kept drifting to images of my brother. I kept imagining what he was doing with the panties.
I thought of him wrapping the panties around his stiff cock and stroking it, using the soft material to feel like a slippery pussy. Maybe he wrapped them around his cock and humped a pillow until he came, shooting his cum all over the panties leaving those stains.
When I realized I was gently grinding my hips against the mattress, I couldn’t believe the reaction I was having. “You slut!” I thought to myself. “I’m getting turned on thinking about my brother jacking off!” I couldn’t deny it though. I could feel myself getting hot and wet in my pussy. I squirmed a few times, feeling the lips of my pussy squishing.
I’m explaining this so that you understand what happened next. That’s the horny mood I was in when I heard the door downstairs slam shut as my brother announced his arrival home from school.
I heard him talk to Mom downstairs for a bit and then his heavy footed steps running up the stairs. I could trace his path by the noise he made. There’s the distinctive sound of him tossing his backpack into his room. I heard him stumble into the hall and into the bathroom. “Why can’t men at least pee to the side of the bowl?” I wondered as I heard his stream hit the water in the toilet bowl. Then he went back to his room and I heard his door close and then the sound of his lock engaging.
I wondered if this was his normal plan, to come home and lock the door and jack off his thick cock with Mom’s panties. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited to see how he would react. It was silent in his room for a few minutes and then I heard his door unlock and open.
His footsteps were much softer this time as he approached my door and tapped lightly on it. “Come in,” I said lightly as I rolled a little to the side to face the door.
He opened the door and quickly stepped inside. He looked at me sheepishly and showed me the note. “What’s this supposed to mean?” He asked me.
I gave him the raised eyebrows look. He knew exactly what I was asking with that silent look. “Okay,” he whispered. “I’m busted. I’m at your mercy. What do you want?”
I hadn’t expected that. I wasn’t blackmailing him. I was saving him. However, being a bit horny at the moment, I decided to push this a bit farther.
“Don’t worry,” I said with a sly grin. “I took care of it. I cleaned them and told Mom they were in my drawer by accident.”
You could see the relief in his whole body as the tension flowed out of it. Then he looked at me again. “Thanks. I owe you a lot. That wasn’t something I wanted to explain to Mom.”
I moved to a sitting position on the side of the bed facing my brother. Did I mention I was wearing comfy pajama pants and a tank? The pants obviously weren’t revealing but the tank top did do a good job of showing some cleavage. I’m not overly endowed, but I do think I have nice breasts. I flushed a little as I saw my brother’s eyes go straight to my cleavage.
“Hey! Up here.” I said softly. It was his turn to get that blushed look as he knew he was caught staring at me. “Okay, so you didn’t want to explain to Mom. Explain to me.”
“What do you mean?” he stammered.
“You know exactly what I mean,” I replied. “Why do you have Mom’s panties under your bed and why did I spend ten minutes scrubbing your cum stains out of them?”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “It’s just that….well, I umm….”
“Hey,” I reassured him. “I masturbate too. I just don’t leave evidence lying around.”
He looked up at me at that point and smiled. I had just revealed a secret to him.
“So, tell me what you do,” I said. “Just tell me.”
“Well,’ he began. “I umm, smell them. Then I wrap them around myself and stroke it.”
I was floored. “Why on Earth would you smell them?” I asked with shock in my voice.
He was embarrassed. “I don’t know. It just…well…smells different I guess.”
I had to calm him. “Okay, but why use Mom’s panties? Do you want to fuck Mom?”
“NO!” he said quickly. “It’s not that. It’s just that she’s here, and a woman. It’s just…I don’t know! Stop asking me these questions. I’ve told you enough.”
Then a thought struck me. I had to know. “Did you ever use my panties?” I asked him.
He couldn’t meet my eye. “No.” he replied quickly. “Well, not really.”
“What do you mean, not really? Did you use my panties to jack off with or not?”
“I tried,” he admitted. “It just wasn’t the same. I had to get yours from your drawer. I used the pink silky ones. It felt good, but the smell wasn’t there.”
Again, I didn’t know what to say. Thoughts were racing through my brain. All kinds of thoughts. Nasty thoughts. Kinky thoughts.
I finally came back to reality. “So, what you’re saying is that if you had a pair of my used panties, you’d jack off with them?” Was I jealous of Mom? Did I want him using my panties? This was getting really weird.
He stammered out, “Umm, I guess so. Why? Are you offering?” He said with a smirk.
“No!” I replied. “You’re off the hook…for now. Go away. But stay away from Mom’s panties!”
I pushed him out the door, then closed and locked it. I had to think this through. My brother was a horny man and I was turned on at the thought of him jacking off with panties wrapped around his cock. Mom’s panties. No, I didn’t want that at all. I was a bit jealous. I wanted him to do it with mine! Oh my!
The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. After all, he’s just a horny teenage boy. I’m a young adult woman. Boys are so silly, a slave to their carnal desires after all. I stretched out on my bed, extending my stretch until my toes were pointed straight. Then I pulled my knees upward and spread my legs. My hand went down between my legs. I could feel the heat and moistness coming from my pussy. I pressed my middle finger hard, pushing my panties and sweatpants into my pussy lips. “He’d love the smell of these panties right now, wouldn’t he?” I thought to myself.
“Oh shit!” Did I just say that? I did. I thought it and I wanted it.
I pushed my hand down my sweats and grabbed my panties and pulled them hard, giving myself a pussy wedgie. I reached down and grabbed the sides and eased my engorged and slick pussy lips out the sides of the panties. I coated them really good.
Then I pulled them completely to the side so I could touch my clit. I stroked it a few times and thought about my brother using these same panties on his cock. “Oh yes!” I mumbled. “Do it! Rub my wet panties all over your cock. Smell them. Smell what a really turned on woman smells like!”
I strummed away at my hard clit. I was really soaked now. I came hard. I came hard thinking of my brother jacking off. Would he leave me a big cum stain? I was oozing my juices big time. The crotch of my panties were completely soaked.
I was still shivering with my orgasm when I lifted my hips off of the bed and took my pants and panties off. I put my pants back on, grabbed the panties and went to his room.
I hesitated at his door before trying the knob. Another orgasm tremor rippled through me. I opened the door without knocking and walked in.
He was lying on his bed reading a sports magazine. “Yeah?” he asked looking up at me.
I walked over to his him and dropped the still warm and wet panties on his face.
“Now, show me what you do.” I told him. “I want to see you how you do it.”
