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Mother and her naughty boys. For a long time I'd suspected my 19 year old son Michael had been borrowing my used panties from my laundry basket and playing with them while he masturbated.
I'd also noticed that while Michael was alone in our house the memory stick with my husband's naughty pictures of me on it moved from where we'd put it. Some of the pictures on that memory stick would never pass a censor! I know I should have been shocked but instead it really turned me on.
After Michael went away to university my panties stayed undisturbed, the mysterious stains on them stopped appearing and our memory stick never moved unless my husband and I used it.
But I didn't stop fantasising about what had been going on behind Michael's closed bedroom door. One day while my husband was at work I was out shopping. I saw one of Michael's former school friends, Ralph, sitting by himself in a coffee shop. Ralph was the same age as my son. Through their school days Ralph had often been at our house and I hadn't failed to notice that my panties always got stained and the memory stick moved when Michael and Ralph had been alone together.
I'd heard of boys being "wank buddies", masturbating together and even giving each other hand jobs. I'd also noticed how Ralph's eyes lingered on me with that lustful look every woman knows.
Seeing Ralph there, a picture of him and my son naked together in Michael's bedroom, playing with my panties and masturbating as they ogled me nude filled my mind. All my erotic thoughts welled up, and I couldn't resist the craving that suddenly filled me! Ralph was absorbed in his phone and didn't notice me till I sat down next to him. His eyes nearly popped out of his head! I'm early forties and I've kept a good figure. I was in a low cut close fitting pink top that contrasts well with my dark hair and clings beautifully to the curves of my breasts, with blue jeans so tight they look sprayed onto my bum.
Ralph's eyes locked onto my cleavage instantly. After some small talk I leaned close to him and whispered: "Did you enjoy playing with my knickers and seeing dirty pictures of me while you and Michael wanked yourselves? Ralph's face went bright red and he spluttered on his coffee.
He didn't need much persuading, and a short car journey later we were at my house. I led Ralph by his hand up to our bedroom. Mounted on the wall of our bedroom is a big TV. I got our memory stick out, plugged it into the TV and touched the remote. I was squatting on the kitchen table downstairs, just in sheer black stockings and high heels, with my knees as wide as I could get them, arching my back a little so my breasts swung up and forward. Ralph stared incredulously at the screen.
I'd long since learned how to show off my naked body, and my husband describes his pictures as "penis strainers", so I was hardly surprised! I took his answer for granted and lifted off my top to show him my skimpy purple bra.
That got his eyes off the screen! He stared at me as I took off my jeans, leaving me in my tiny purple satin thong matching my bra. Ralph looked as if he couldn't believe he was actually watching a woman undress for real!
I did a little twirl for him to show him my underwear from every angle. Ralph's hands were suddenly all over me, exploring my breasts through my bra cups, fondling my mound and stroking my vagina slit through the thin purple satin, slipping down inside my thong to finger my cunt, fondling my bottom, following my thong strap down the valley between my bum cheeks and right under me.
He stepped behind me to remove my bra. I noticed how he was fumbling with the clasps and I realised he'd never undone a girl's bra! Ralph was a virgin and his friend's forty year old mum was his first woman! I unclipped my bra for him and let it drop. He was instantly fondling and kissing my breasts. He slowly crouched down in front of me, fondling and kissing me from my breasts all the way down my body till he was crouching with his eyes level with my thong. He had no trouble removing it!
He slowly pulled it down as if savouring every strand of my pubic hair as it appeared, slid it down my thighs and let my it fall round my feet. I spread my legs wide then his fingers, lips and tongue were all over my pussy and my bottom. It gave me such a thrill knowing I was the first naked woman he'd seen for real and I was having such an effect on him!
Lets see if his mother can get it up harder than he can. Moments later Ralph's shirt, jeans and sexy briefs were off and he was standing there stark naked with his legs wide and a good solid seven-incher pointing up at the ceiling from balls as big and hairy as my husband's.
Ralph grunted and shoved his cock even further forwards as I had a good long feel of his sex kit and ran my fingers through his thick dark bush.
I'd discovered long ago that a girl can get a boy to tell her anything when she gently fingers his naked erect penis. Ralph capitulated. Your bum turns him on and he says he wants to fill your bum crack with his cum. You naughty boys! I pressed the remote. I've always been turned on by doing filthy things for men, and Ralph seeing me in nude poses was getting me hotter and hotter!
I snuggled up to Ralph so my body pressed against his, and tickled his muscular young bottom with my fingertips. He likes your black lace ones best.
They're so brief and see through they're hardly worth the trouble of wearing. The very thought of my own son in them with his cock up hard! Ralph continued. And he likes to wank his cock through them. There was only one thing I wanted right then. I handed my thong to Ralph. Let me see you wearing it! It was brief enough on me, but looked microscopic on him! His stiff penis pushed the thin purple cloth out in a huge cone at the front, showing the outline of his shaft and big mushroom head perfectly.
It made his cock look massive! I stroked the bulging ridge of his straining shaft lightly through the thin smooth satin. He grunted and juddered and a wet patch appeared where the satin stretched over the tip of his knob.
I peeled my thong off him and got onto the bed. Ralph joined me kneeling wide legged next to me. My husband had told me he likes to masturbate kneeling wide legged because it pulls his muscles tight. It's also the perfect position for a woman to tickle a boy down his bum crack and reaching under him from behind to tickle his balls and hard straining shaft.
I did just that with Ralph and it drove him wild! My husband had once confided that when he was a boy he used to lightly stroke his sister's knickers over his erect penis, imagining the light feel of a girl's soft fingers and lips. I brushed the smooth satin of my thong slowly over the taut skin of Ralph's straining shaft, over its head, and across the little slit opening in its big red-purple head.
I stroked his balls with my thong and stretched it underneath him and stroked him back and forth from his bum crack to the head of his shaft. Ralph juddered and groaned as if he was in agony! I decided to relieve him of his suffering. Ralph grunted as my hand smoothly transitioned from caressing his balls to wrapping round his shaft. His breathing quickened and he braced himself in anticipation.
I began rhythmically stroking and tugging his stiff penis up and down full length with my hand riding right up over his big soft knob. I snuggled close to him so my thighs straddled his thigh and my breasts squeezed against his arm.
He fondled my breasts, and caressed my thighs, bum and cunt, sliding his hand right under me between my legs. On the screen I was standing bent over the table just in high heels with my breasts hanging over the table top, with my legs spread wide, and my pussy just visible under my bum cheeks.
Back at school in my own teens I soon earned the reputation among the boys of giving some of the best hand jobs. I've had lots of opportunity since to perfect my skills! I hand-jobbed Ralph's erect penis for ages. He moaned, gasped and fondled my bottom all the time I pleasured him.
I knew his moment had come when his penis suddenly became unbelievably stiff in my hand and he gripped my bottom hard to pull me against him. I took him through with just my finger and thumb round his penis stroking across the base of its head. He made a noise like he was being strangled and rammed his hips forward.
Then his penis pulsed in my hand and his jet of semen spurted a couple of feet across the bed. He knelt there afterwards panting with a strand of semen dangling from his swinging half erect penis.
I wiped his semen splash off the bed cover and of his penis with the first thing that came to hand - my thong. I'd guessed. I was right. I went downstairs to get us both drinks. As I left the bedroom Ralph's eyes were on the screen watching me do a slow striptease in our lounge from a white blouse and business style skirt with tan stockings.
Down in the kitchen, still stark naked, my pussy was throbbing with arousal from Ralph's hand between my legs, from the erotic thrill of wanking him, and thoughts of his seven inches of rock hard erect young cock.
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I could see that her eyes were fixed on me, looking right at the tented sheet, watching as my dick flexed under the sheet and grew even harder.
The flush rose from her neck and turned her cheeks pink. I had forgotten about the panties, and I felt the flush rise in my face again. Then my Aunt Vicky did something that would make me remember her as long as I live. She reached down with her long slim fingers and took my erect peter in her hand, gently squeezing it, testing it, and jacking it a little, pleasuring my organ with a very knowledgable touch.
I nodded, my hardon throbbing in her hand. I heard her go into the bathroom and then downstairs, and then the buzzer go off on the microwave. What was she doing?! Then she was back, wearing a black velvet glove on her right hand, and holding a small bottle of baby oil. She sat next to me on the bed and started pouring some of the warmed baby oil on my dick. I had softened again in her absence, but I got immediately hard as she used the gloved hand to spread the oil over the shaft of my dick.
This way was beyond anything I could have conjured up in my fantasies. I looked down at her hand sliding up and down my prick, and saw that I was already leaking out some clear juice. Then she stood up and reached behind her back and undid her halter, and immediately her small breasts spilled out.
I looked at her tits and watched as she cupped them in both hands, her fingers tantalizing and squeezing her nipples and I thrilled as I began working my cock again as I looked at her tits. Jerking off in front of my Aunt Vicky was very erotic, and it felt deliciously dirty, and I knew that I was going to enjoy showing her how I could make my stiff cock shoot off squirts of cum, exhibiting my pleasure for her.
Then she hooked her thumbs in her cut-offs and slid them down over her slim hips without even unbuttoning them. She had on baby- blue panties, and I could see the dark thatch of her mons through the material. Aunt Vicky really had a nice body, and I was filled with love and lust for her as I stroked my dick and looked at her. Her eyes were glistening as she watched me ogle her, her eyes focusing on my hand moving over my stiff leaking dick, watching me as I jerked himself off in front of her.
Then her left hand moved down over her flat stomach, and down over the front of her blue panties, and cupped her sex, pressing against the vee of her panty crotch. When she lifted them, I could see the outline of her slit where she had pressed her fingers, her blue panties spotted darker where her fingers had been, and then she slid the panties down over her thighs, exposing her dark muff. When she stepped out of them, she held them out to me.
I took her panties, and finding the thin strip of material where her cunt had been, held them to my nose. Then Vicky spread her smooth thighs apart and standing at the side of my bed, placed one knee up on the edge of the mattress, her fingers spreading her cunt lips apart as she watched my eyes focus on the pink opening of her sex.
Just as I felt myself start to cum, Aunt Vicky quickly reached down and took my hardon in her oily velvet glove and squeezed it as she slid her gloved hand up and down. She stared at me as she held her pussy open, pulling her muff up so I could really see her erected clitoris. Man did I cum. I felt my jizz travel up the length of my cock and I released a large squirt of white creamy cum pudding which shot out of me with considerable force.
I had always wondered if the climax brought up the jizz, or if the jizz coming out brought the feeling of orgasm, and this mystery was answered for me as I came so hard that I spasmed and orgasmed again without releasing ANY sperm.
A HUGE orgasm. The mother of all hand jobs. Then my Aunt Vicky bent over me, smiling, her dark eyes showing her satisfaction.
Her long dark hair tickled my face, and she kissed me lightly and then was gone, leaving the scent of hot sex and both pairs of her panties behind.
I was dumbfounded at what he had just experienced, and despite my recent orgasm, my dick was still erect, and I began to slick it up and down as I reached for the panties.
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Final chapter, naughty nephew is punished for masturbating with auntie's nylons. After I had finished my homework I came downstairs for dinner. It felt strange sitting at the table dressed in only in my apron and my cocquette. Aunty Jean was still dressed in her mauve satin blouse and white duchess satin pencil skirt, flesh-toned sheer seamed stockings and white high-heeled court-shoes. She had refreshed her perfume before dinner and her scent was delicious.
My buttocks still stung a little and the cold vinyl of the dinning room chair against my buttocks did nothing to ease the pain. Aunty said very little during the meal and when we had finished eating she pointed at the dishes and pots and pans.
I scrubbed the pots and pans and washed the tableware and carefully dried each item before returning them to their proper place in the cupboards and drawers. Throughout my chores I couldn't get the mental picture out of my head of my Auntie sitting in the chair in her bedroom masturbating.
I had to concentrate on the matters in hand to stop myself from becoming constantly hard. I lifted my apron and saw that the end of my cocquette was damp with pre-seminal fluid; lucky for me the cocquette was doing its job and my apron was not stained. I entered the lounge to find that Aunty Jean had turned out the lights; the room was lit only by the soft glow of the television, and Aunty Jean was sitting on the lounge having kicked off her high-heels; they lay on the floor beside the couch.
I was dumbfounded! What could she mean? All I had was my apron and I'm sure she would not let me clean her shoes with that! I thought about it for a few seconds as my Auntie looked me with a quizzical look on her face. Then it dawned on me; and as my face set in consternation she smiled.
I picked up one of her white court shoes and bought it to my face. The smell of my Auntie's feet and perfume assaulted my nose and my cock jumped under my apron. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked at the shiny white leather on the top of the shoe. I watched the television as I licked and slathered at her high-heels, completely cleaning one and then the other.
Her shoes tasted of leather, foot-odour, and a hint of her perfume; the taste was not totally repugnant. When I had finished Aunty Jean picked up her shoes and inspected them. I sat cross legged on the floor, straightened my back and then leaned back slightly. Auntie lifted her feet and placed her ankles on my shoulders, using me as a foot rest. The smell of her feet was quite pungent and the feel of stocking-clad ankles on my shoulders was very sensual. She moved her feet around a little until she was comfortable, which had the effect of producing a raging erection under my apron.
I was glad that the room was dark. We sat like that in silence for about fifteen minutes watching the television; Aunty occasionally adjusting the position of her legs. It was impossible for me to concentrate on the TV and I'm sure Aunty must have been aware of my discomfort.
My apron was tented and I could feel my secretions leaking into my cocquette. The smell of Auntie's sweaty feet mixed with her perfume was overlaid with a scintilla of some other musky aroma. I had smelt that aroma before on her panties when I had stolen them to masturbate with. It was the smell of her vagina; the smell remained impregnated in her panties after she had masturbated in her bedroom and was wafting out from under her skirt. My cock was now throbbing and I was aching to take it in hand and bring myself to climax.
I sneaked one of my hands under my apron, safe in the knowledge that Auntie couldn't see what I was doing with my back to her in the darkened room.
I slid my fingers along my cocquette-covered penis and shivered with excitement. I breathed in the scent of Auntie's feet, perfume and vagina and revelled in the sensuous feel of her nylons on my bare skin. I began to slowly stroke my cock and my mind disappeared into a reverie of delight until suddenly Auntie screamed. I jerked out of my reverie and whipped my hand out from under my apron. I turned my head to see my Auntie's beautiful face distorted with anger. One again you have disobeyed me!
I lowered my head in shame as Aunty removed her feet from my body and stood up, raising herself to her full height. From where I was sitting on the floor I would see her voluptuous body silhouetted by the light of the television. Her pencil skirt hugged her waist and thighs and the flesh-toned stockings encasing her lovely legs glowed luminously in the dark room.
Aunty reached down and picked up the bamboo cane, which she must have had lying beside her on the couch. I tensed in anticipation of the punishment that I was about to receive. The biting sting of the bamboo against my bare buttocks bought tears to my eyes. My bottom burned with searing pain.
I had just recovered from the shock of the first stroke when I heard the foreboding whine of the bamboo cane before it walloped again on my tender rump. I knew that pleading or crying out would only further incense my Aunty so I screwed my eyes closed, clamped my lips shut and took my beating.
Aunty meted out six good strokes of the cane and when she was finished my buttocks burned with renewed agony. Tears ran down my reddened cheeks and splashed on the floor. My erection had deflated and any feelings of sexual arousal I had was replaced by shame and misery. I put out my tongue and hesitantly licked at my Auntie's toes. The reinforced toe of her stocking was pungent with her foot odour. The taste was not disagreeable, rather a sweet musky smell; a combination of sweat, leather and perfume.
Her stocking felt slippery against my tongue and I could discern the shape of her toes as I licked and slavered at her nylon-encased digits. Incredibly the burning pain in my buttocks did not prevent me from becoming aroused yet again. I heard Aunty gasp, and then she lifted her foot off the floor and rubbed it over my face.
The feel of her nyloned foot on my face was exquisite and I lapped at it, running my tongue over the top of her foot and then her sole; finally licking the valley between her sole and her toes. My penis was rock hard under my apron and aching for release. I licked at my Auntie's foot until I had cleaned it to her satisfaction and then she lowered it and bought her other foot up to my face for me to service.
Auntie's breathing was slow and deep and I could hear her panting over the background noise of the television. I cleaned her other foot, this time paying special attention to each of her toes, sucking on each digit until I had sopped up all traces of her foot odour. This part of my punishment was actually a treat for all of my senses. The smell of her feet mingled with the scent of her perfume and the faint bouquet of vaginal secretions that wafted down from under the hem of her skirt.
The tang of foot odour combined with the fresh zest of her nylons tasted delightful and the shape of her elegant feet and her cute little toes, the red nails glimmering through the reinforced toe of her stockings, was a spectacle for my eyes. I cautiously licked along the back of her heel, relishing the feel of her foot against my cheek, and then licked further up her foot until my tongue was nuzzling her ankle. Auntie's breathing began to become heavier and she reached down and firmly wrapped her fingers in my hair.
I though she was going to push me away for being so audacious but she didn't. Instead she spun around on her stocking feet and directed my face to the back of her leg. I licked the Cuban heel of her stocking and began to slowly follow the line of the back-seam with my tongue. Aunty shuddered and let go of my hair as soon as she was satisfied that I knew my task. As I slowly ran my tongue up the back of her leg the scent of perfume and sex intensified.
I licked up her calf and spent some time caressing the back of her knee with my tongue. I traced the little wrinkles in the sheer nylon with my tongue and kissed her soft warm skin, my bottom still stinging from my punishment. Aunty Jean was now purring like a contented cat and as I wondered how far she was going to allow me to proceed, she answered me by opening her stance as much as the tight pencil skirt would allow. My neck was now being tickled by the hem of her skirt and my cock was throbbing.
I moved my face further up her leg and my head began to disappear under her skirt. The bouquet of sex and perfume was very strong as my tongue followed the slightly coarse back-seam of her stocking.
It was dark under the hem of her skirt but I could still make out the curve of her thigh and the shadow-welt near the top of her stocking.
I could discern the darker ring of nylon indicating the start of the welt attached to the garter snaps, which glittered whenever the illumination of the television penetrated the darkness under her skirt.
I was in a fugue of sexual excitement as my all of my senses were assaulted and I knew that my cocquette must be soaked with pre-seminal fluid. As I attempted to move may face further up my Auntie's leg she stopped me just as my tongue caressed the shadow welt of her stocking.
She bent slightly and pushed my face down towards her other ankle. I understood her intent and began the slow sensuous journey up her other leg from her ankle to the welt of her stocking. Auntie was now shuddering and whimpering; making no attempt to disguise the pleasure she was receiving from my ministrations. When my face was level with the tops of her stockings, her skirt was stretched to its full extent and I could proceed no further unless she removed her skirt or raised the hem.
I worshipped the welts of her stocking with my lips and tongue, not sure how to proceed. Aunty resolved the situation by bending over until her knees came to rest on the edge of the couch. She scrunched forward and kneeled on the couch; her voluptuous bottom rose up in the air. I scooted forward on my knees keeping my head under her skirt and my lips secured to her thighs.
The hem of her skirt rose up her legs exposing her stocking tops and the tops of her milky white thighs above the welts. I licked and kissed the welts, exploring the clasps of her garter-snaps with my tongue and she began to whimper with pleasure. She reached behind and took her skirt in both of her hands and slowly raised the hem up her thighs and over her ample bottom exposing her full-cut red satin panties; the material straining against the swell of her buttocks.
My penis trembled as Auntie reached back and with one plum-red fingernail pointed to the crease between her buttocks. I caressed the back of her thighs with my cheek, delighting in the change of texture from sheer nylon to soft creamy skin and my lips and tongue traced the very top of her stockings and then licked the velvety white skin at the top of her thighs.
I continued on until my tongue encountered the lace on the leg of her satin panties.