Moms wet panties stories

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But, normally, it seems as though black or red panties are talked about the most often as being erotic. When I think of sexy panties there is another color that can be equally stimulating. One might think of sun bathing under the hot yellow sun or picking pretty yellow daisies. You might even think of the sour taste of lemons. But, yellow is also the color of warning.

So, when I catch a glimpse of ladies yellow panties warning bells go off in my head and my cock gets hard. I love the thought of charging right into trouble. The yellow Moms wet panties stories is somehow daring me to cross that line and reach out and see what kind of trouble I can get myself into. At the time, the most wonderful thing was it was easy to see the wet spot right in the middle. My first experience glimpsing a yellow crotch was in my high school English class. The sexy girl was sitting straight across from me as our chairs were arranged in a U shape.

She was wearing a lime green skirt that came midway down her thighs. The warning alarm went off as I got hard. In the next couple of months she provided me an eyeful of those same panties several times keeping my fantasies going for some time. But, my fantasies of the chic in English class would be overtaken by real life. My life changed into something wondrous when I walked into the kitchen one day and nearly fell over because of what I saw. There was my mother bending over to get a pot out of the cabinet. She was totally unaware that her white skirt was nearly up to her waist and had no idea that I was nearby.

As usual, Moms wet panties stories had come home from work and taken off her shoes and pantyhose giving me a perfect view of her silky yellow bikini panties. I stood there frozen for a second debating what to do. Getting the pot out she stood up and her skirt fell back into place. Realizing what had happened and what I had just seen her face turned Beet Red as I blushed slightly.

However, she played it cool pretending that she was unaware that I had seen anything. The sexual tension was thicker than I had ever experienced Moms wet panties stories on one of my dates. Mom and I had been alone for two years and this was the first time I had felt pure lust for her.

We had been alone since my older sister had gotten married and my dad left us two months later. Mom never said anything about dad dumping her but I could tell it bothered her. A 55 year old coworker had seduced him and they ended up getting together breaking up two marriages.

My mom would ask from time to time how he could fall for a woman 15 years older than him. Until this moment I could never give her an answer. Now, seeing her standing there in our kitchen I fully understood lusting an older woman. Mom stands about five feet eight inches and weighs pounds all of it in the right places.

She has shoulder length brown hair and deep blue eyes. I would find out in the next few days that she had DD cup breasts and her large ass was covered by size eight panties. At age 42 she was in great shape without a hint of flab. At that moment getting away from her seemed very important to me. After grabbing the can of soda I had come to the kitchen for in the first place, I whirled around and headed back to my room.

As I unzipped my trousers I placed the soda on my dresser. Picturing her sitting on my face wearing those panties and thinking of what it might be like actually fucking her it took me no time at all to shoot a huge load of cum all over my shirt. Usually I took precautions to prevent cumming on my clothes or on the bed or other furniture but I was so aroused I forgot all about being careful. I wiped myself off as well as I could and took the shirt into the bathroom and rinsed it off.

Later, mom asked why there was a wet shirt in the bathroom. Without difficulty I told her that I had spilled some soda down the front of it. She thanked me for being responsible enough to take care of my mess. My mom had always had trouble with her ankles and feet as a result of a soccer injury she suffered when she was in high school. Several nights a week I would give her feet and ankles a massage.

The activity was very mundane and boring. Rubbing her legs was so platonic that there were actually nights I dreaded it. This night started off no different. As I watched the barflies doing their typical things my mind began to wander. This caused me to rub her feet a bit brisker and soon she was clearly asleep as her breathing grew deeper. My hands gradually found their way up her lower legs. Reaching her knees I debated whether, or not, I should go any higher. At this point the massage would be still seen as platonic but if my hands traveled up much higher I would have some explaining to do.

Of course, I decided to live dangerously as I just had to touch her panties while they were being filled up so well Moms wet panties stories her body. So, I let my hands traverse right over her knees and onto her lower thigh. As I continued to move higher and higher I let my wrist and hand gradually push her skirt up.

It took me quite awhile but finally I got a glimpse of yellow. Warning alarms went off in my head. I knew the caution was right in front of my eyes but I decided to run the yellow light anyway and hope I would not crash and burn. Her ass was now laying on the skirt making it harder to scoot up but with one hard push it moved. It seemed as though that all of a sudden the entirety of her sexy bikini panties were right there just for me. Forgetting all about her feet and ankles I lightly placed my hands on the sides of her hips and rubbed little circles there.

Now I was breathing hard, with excitement, as my hands moved around to her front side. As I worked toward the center I could feel her fluffy pubic hair under the panties. To my amazement I could see a wet spot form in the center of her crotch. It started out grape size but the longer I caressed and the closer I got to it the bigger it got, until it filled about a four inch area at the heart of her crotch.

Now I had forgotten that this sexy lady was my mother as I just had to touch that wet area. After gliding my fingertips over it two or three times I brought them to my nose and inhaled her beautiful scent.

I knew now just how much I wanted her and reached back down and began caressing her again. Her breaths got deeper and harder as she was nearly moaning in her sleep. I was getting carried away when her eyes popped open and she began to wake up. Her eyes flickered and searched around the room in confusion. Coming fully to her senses she focused her gaze on me and opened her mouth but nothing came out but a deep exhale.

As my hand rubbed near the top of the wet spot I felt her shudder. Figuring that there was nothing more to be said without putting my foot in my mouth I lowered my hands back to her lower leg. Needless Moms wet panties stories say my cock was forming quite a tent in my trousers.

Suddenly, mom rolled over to lay on her stomach and told me she thought I could rub her better this way as I could more easily lift up her feet. She was right and I d my job. But, as I sat there thinking about her crotch I realized that she had fallen back asleep. So, I let my hands once again wander all the way up the back side of her legs knocking her skirt over her waist. My god, her ass looked like two yellow playground balls sitting side by side. As I mauled her ass cheeks her feet bounced against my cock exciting me all the more.

Letting my fingers trace up and down her ass crack and then between her legs I thought about how I could have her for real. I had just concluded that it would never happen as mom woke up yet again. For the rest of the night I thought about what had happened. Usually I had the house to myself for a good hour after school.

When I got home the next day I headed to the clothes hamper in her bathroom. There, right on top, was the pair of panties I had caressed the night before. There in the cotton crotch was a large crusty spot of her dried pussy juice.

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