The Panty Sniffer

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Please enjoy this work of fiction. Mom’s panty sniffing son is the youngest of the characters, and is nineteen years old. A special thanks to StoryPal, an excellent volunteer editor —Taylor VanCannon.

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Derrick rolled over and looked at the clock. Just past noon. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept in. It felt good.

He was back in his old room, home from his first year away at college. The academic workload had been crushing and he struggled to maintain a B average. Even school vacations were spent playing catch up. Some party school. In two weeks he had to start his summer intern gig, and was looking forward to a well deserved rest.

Darcy, his older sister, had picked him up at the airport yesterday, and the family spent the afternoon by the pool, catching up. After dinner, he and Darcy crashed in the downstairs family room for a Netflix marathon, watching five straight episodes of ‘House of Cards’ before calling it a night.

Finally awake, he splashed some water on his face, put on sweats and went downstairs to rustle up something to eat. On the way down, he paused at the closed doors of his parents master bedroom. A flood of memories washed over him. During his high school days he would sneak into their room and dig a pair of his mom’s panties out of the laundry hamper. A leather recliner sat in an alcove overlooking the backyard, and was the perfect place for him fantasize about his mother while he jacked off, sniffing her dirty panties. Stop it, he thought to himself, get a grip.

Downstairs, he devoured two bowls of Cheerios, and mulled over his plans for the day. He was the only one of his high school buddies who’d made it to college, so those that were still around all had jobs. No chance of hanging out with any of them on a Monday afternoon.

It didn’t take long for boredom to set in. He headed up to take a shower, and paused, for the second time, when he approached his parent’s bedroom. The sudden urge to take a look in their hamper was overwhelming. He opened the double doors and ducked into the closet. The wicker basket was still where he remembered it.

He lifted the lid and there on top was a pair of black satin bikini panties. He hesitated. Did he really want to do this? He had the house to himself, so there was no chance of getting caught. Just seeing the panties was enough get a rise out of his cock. He picked them up and was thrilled to touch the damp, sticky crotch.

He brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar smell of his mother, remembered from long ago. He glanced at the dressing mirror and saw his bulging cock, instantly knowing what he was going to do.

He dropped his sweats and boxers to his ankles, leaned back in the recliner and kicked up the footrest. Curious about the stickiness in the crotch of her panties, he took another long sniff. They had to have been in the hamper since this morning, so they should have dried out by now. What was that?

Darlene pulled into the driveway and hustled into the house. She had spent the morning showing prospective clients two of her finest suburban homes. She was the top realtor at her company, and those sellers that wanted the highest prices listed their homes with her. The couple looked promising, a pair of well-heeled attorneys, flush from selling their place in the city. She took them to lunch at a nice place in town, hoping to show them more properties later that afternoon.

She had declined their kind offer to pay the check, but the dolt wouldn’t take no for an answer. He had reached to take the check from her and managed to knock the remains of a glass of Merlot into her lap, staining her light colored skirt a dark red. After a round of apologies, they agreed to meet her for another showing in two hours.

Pressed for time, she sprinted up the stairs and reached for the door of the master suite. She hesitated, surprised that it was ajar. With Darcy still living at home, they kept their bedroom off limits, away from their kids’ prying eyes.

She took a moment to catch her breath, listening at the open door. She couldn’t see anything amiss, but could hear the sound of heavy breathing. Derrick was home from college, so she quietly walked down to his room and peeked in his open door. His room was empty. What would he be doing in their bedroom?

Back at the entrance to the master suite, she peeked around the corner just enough to see Derrick stretched out in the recliner. She brought her hand to her mouth, muffling a gasp.

Derrick had a pair of black panties stretched over his face and was stroking his cock. Were those her panties? His eyes were closed, oblivious to her presence. The shock of seeing her son jacking off caused her to hesitate, unsure about confronting him. Moreover, she was stunned by the size of his cock.

He was always a scrawny kid, and that hadn’t changed much during his first year of college. To her, he still had his boyish good looks, slightly freckled with sandy hair. If she hadn’t seen his massive mersin escort cock with her own eyes, she never would have believed it. She was momentarily frozen, unable to take her eyes off his monster.

He inhaled deeply, drawing in his mother’s intoxicating scent. Yesterday, she was wearing a green bikini at the pool and he did his best to recall those images in his minds eye. Her hair was a deep auburn, more towards red than blond. Her long curls cascaded over her chest as she lay back on the chaise longue. Her face was fair and slightly freckled, like his. Her bangs nearly obscured her eyebrows, framing her gray-green eyes. She had an engaging smile, thin lips and pearly white teeth. She had one leg flat on the chaise with her other leg bent at the knee, flopped open against the arm of the chaise, the crotch of her bikini invitingly visible.

She looked closely at the panties stretched across his face and tried to recall when she had worn them. Was that the pair she had been wearing last night when Daniel fucked her? If so, they had to be coated with a mixture of her husband’s spunk and her own juices.

He tried to connect the scent of her panties to the body in his mind, visualizing his mom’s crotch, spread open for him. It was working. He stuck his tongue out and licked the crotch of her panties, trying to get a taste of her musky juices, imagining he was licking her open gash. He fondled his balls, pretending it was his mother’s fingers tenderly caressing them.

His breath was coming in short bursts, interspersed with soft moaning. He stroked faster, arching his back as his cock erupted, sending a rope of cum high in the air, splatting down on his chest. He lowered his cock, pressing it into his abs, rubbing himself with the flat of his palm as shot after shot of his creamy goo spread out on his stomach.

Darlene was mesmerized by her son’s performance. Her fear of discovery was overcome by the sudden lust she felt for her son. She fought back the urge to rush him, and what, what would she do with that massive cock? She slipped a hand down inside of her skirt, touching the wet spot spreading in her panties.

She came to her senses before he drained his cock, and backed out of the bedroom, undetected. She raced back downstairs, into the den, quietly shutting the door behind her. She sat in the high back leather desk chair and leaned back, kicking off her shoes and hiking up her skirt. She placed her feet on the desk and spread her legs, pressing her fingers into the wet crotch of her panties. Two quick rubs was all it took to get off. The image of her son’s monster cock flashed before her eyes as an orgasm crashed over her rigid body, engulfing her as she shook uncontrollably.

Derrick used his t-shirt to clean up his mess, then tossed the panties back into the hamper and carried his clothes into his room. He grabbed a towel and stepped into the guest bathroom to take a shower.

Darlene heard the shower running and returned to her bedroom. She stripped off her stained clothes and picked out replacements. About to put on the fresh clothes, an inkling of a plan popped into her mind and she stripped off her red panties and tossed them in the hamper, along with the matching bra.

She gazed at herself in the full length mirror, liking what she saw. Despite being well into her forties, her body was still firm, her tits holding up nicely. Her auburn muff was neatly trimmed, framing her glistening pussy lips. She slipped a finger into her gash, surprised by how wet she was. She was briefly tempted to go again, but looked at her watched and realized she was already behind schedule. She brought her wet finger up to her nose and took in her aroma. Was this what Derrick was after? She took a quick taste, and tried to imagine herself slipping the wet finger into her son’s mouth. Enough! Get a grip, she told herself. He’s your fucking son!

She picked a lacy emerald green bra and panty set. She wanted to get out before Derrick noticed that she had come home. Stopping outside the double doors, she hesitated. In a moment of recklessness, she went back and grabbed the red panties from the hamper.

Walking past the guest bath, she made sure that Derrick was still in the shower. She entered his room and placed the damp panties in his underwear drawer, on top of his clean boxers, then got out before she could change her mind. She was out of the house and on her way to meet her clients long before he was out of the shower.

*****

“I’m home,” Darcy shouted, hearing Derrick in the shower, “Leave some hot water for me.”

“Okay,” he shouted back, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Darcy stripped off her gym suit and put on a terry robe. She loved her job as a personal trainer, even though starting at six in the morning would not have been her first choice. Her clients were women in their late thirties and early forties, trying to fend off the inevitable.

Derrick came out wrapped in a towel, “It’s all yours.”

Darcy looked at her scrawny brother and suppressed a escort mersin giggle. A full head shorter than Derrick, she was trim and pretty sure her muscle mass was greater than her younger brother’s. “You should come to the gym, I could put some muscle on you.”

Derrick laughed. That was the last thing he was interested in doing. “I’ll pass. You hungry?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll fix us a sandwich, come on down when you’re finished.”

He closed the door to his room and dropped the towel. Standing in front of the mirror he looked himself over. He didn’t have much muscle on him, but that never bothered him. He mostly hung out with the nerds at school, and they certainly didn’t care. Maybe he should consider taking Darcy up on her offer.

He reached into his drawer for clean boxers. What the fuck, he thought, eyeing the red panties. He picked them up and immediately felt their wetness. He looked around the room, uneasy about what was going on. He halfway expected somebody to jump out and punk him.

Fuck, he thought. This can’t be a coincidence. He brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. They smelled familiar, and fresh, but were a little different than the black pair he just used to jack off. Who did they belong to? Darcy was the only one in the house, but why would she leave him a pair of her panties?

He tossed them on the bed and got dressed, unable to comprehend how they got into his drawer. Were they already there when he woke up? He picked them up again and ran his fingers over the crotch, resisting the urge to take another sniff. They felt slightly warm. They had to be fresh. He put them back in his drawer, hiding them under his boxers and headed downstairs.

He had sandwiches, chips and drinks on the table when Darcy got downstairs. Her short red hair hung straight and limp, still damp from her shower. A three-quarter tee left her midriff bare, exposing her tight abs. Her tiny breasts barely made a dent under the loose fitting tee, but it did show off the hard points of her nipples.

“Dig in,” he said, motioning to the food.

“You’re in a good mood,” she said, “You look like the cat that just ate the canary.”

He was taken aback by her response. Did she know something? Were those her panties? “Just glad to be done with school for the summer, it was a real grind.”

“How hard could it be?” she asked, “it’s supposed to be in the top ten party schools in the country.”

He laughed out loud. “Maybe, but not for me. I busted my ass just to stay afloat.”

“What’s the matter, no girlfriends?”

“Nope, no time. Besides, it’s not like any girls are knocking on my door.”

Darcy laughed. “True, maybe you’ll take me up on the personal training. I can get you in shape, you know, for the girls.”

“Not my thing. I’m happy with the way things are.”

“Really?” she asked, “When was the last time you got laid?”

“Darcy!” he exclaimed, blushing, “I’m not going to answer that.”

“Lighten up,” she said, exasperated, “I’m just messing with you.”

“Is that what the little surprise was in my drawer?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play stupid, I know what you did.”

She had no idea was he was talking about, but thought it would be fun to play along. He could be so naive. “Busted,” she confessed, “So, what did you think?”

“Cute, but what did you think I would do with a pair of your dirty panties?”

She paused, trying to piece together what he was talking about. “Did you like them?” she asked, stalling for time.

“That’s beside the point,” he said, “what possessed you do that, especially today?”

“What’s special about today?” she said, hoping for more information.

He hesitated, she couldn’t have known what he did earlier, nobody could have known. For some reason, the thought of a nanny cam flashed through his mind. No, there was no way there were cameras in the house. There was no video. “Nothing. Forget about it.”

“Come on, tell me,” she demanded, “it’s the least you could do for your big sister. You liked the panties, right?”

“How did you know that?”

She decided to take a wild stab. “All guys fantasize about sniffing their sister’s panties. It’s part of growing up.” Derrick’s initial blush turned to a beet red. Darcy had hit a nerve and knew she was on to something. “You can tell me, did you take a whiff?”

He stammered, “No… I mean… maybe… I was confused about whose they were.”

“Why would you be confused, who else would have done it?”

“Well, I guess…” he let his thought drift off.

“Come on, you’re hiding something, spill your guts.”

“Darcy, it’s embarrassing, can’t you just let this go.”

“Let me guess, you’ve already been sniffing my panties. Did you use them to jack off?”

“No, I never did that to you. Why would you even say that?”

“Because you’ve been sniffing somebody’s panties and I want to know whose.”

“Promise you won’t tell?”

“Cross my heart.”

“Okay, they were Mom’s panties.”

She didn’t see mersin escort bayan that coming and took a moment to answer. “You dirty dog!”

“I know, I just couldn’t help it.”

“When did this start?”

“I don’t know, maybe when I was a freshman in high school.”

“And you’ve been doing it all this time?”

“No… No, only for a couple of years, then I stopped.”

“So what happened, why did you fall off the wagon today.”

“I don’t know, it just happened. Seeing Mom in her bikini yesterday, then being alone in the house when I got up. It was a mistake.”

“Maybe it was, but I’ve got some bad news for you. Those weren’t my panties in your drawer.”

“What! But… you said they were yours.”

“No I didn’t, I let you assume they were mine. I was just messing with you.”

“Oh my God, do you think they were Mom’s?”

“Maybe, why don’t you show me?”

“Now?”

“Sure, don’t you want to know?”

“I guess,” he said, leading the way up to his bedroom. He pulled the red panties out from under his boxers and handed them to Darcy.

She held them up and stretched out the waistband. “Definitely too big for me.”

“I don’t get it, how did they get in my drawer?”

“Maybe they were there all along.”

“No, I don’t think so, they were still damp when I found them.”

“Did Mom come home?”

“No, I would have seen her.”

“Are you sure, maybe you were busy with her panties and didn’t notice.” He resented her implication, but realized it could have been a possibility. Taking his silence as a definite maybe, she pressed on. “Show me what you were up to.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, let’s start with Mom’s panties.”

“The ones you’re holding?”

“What other ones are there?”

“The pair I found in her hamper,” he said reluctantly.

“Let’s go,” she said, taking him by the hand into her parent’s bedroom closet. “Show me the panties you found.”

He rummaged in the hamper and pulled out the stained skirt and blouse. “These weren’t here before, where did they come from?”

“Don’t ask me, you’re supposed to be showing me the panties you used.”

He reached back into the hamper and pulled out the black panties he had been sniffing earlier. “Here they are,” he said, tossing them to Darcy.

“Fill me in on what happened.”

“I sat in the recliner and used the panties to… Well, you know…get myself off.”

“Slow down little brother, I want the details!”

“You want me to spell it out for you?”

“Absolutely!” Darcy said, “and don’t skip over anything. You don’t want me asking questions.”

“Okay, you’ve pretty much guessed what happened anyway.”

“Details…”

“I slipped my sweats off and lay back in the recliner and then pulled Mom’s panties over my face.”

“Nasty,” Darcy said, “Show me.”

“Darcy!”

“Don’t be a baby, I’ve seen lots of cocks before. Besides, we still have to figure out how Mom’s panties got into your drawer.”

He was defeated, embarrassed at having been caught, by his older sister of all people. He dropped his sweats and boxers down to his ankles.

Darcy gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth. His limp cock was huge, hanging straight down.

“What,” he said, “you said you’ve seen plenty of cocks.”

“Yeah,” she said, almost whispering, “but never one that big.”

“Really?”

“No girl has ever told you that before?”

“Well… No…”

“Don’t tell me I’m the first girl to see your cock?”

“Now you’re making fun of me. I thought you wanted to help me figure this out.”

“I do,” she said, “I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect that. How about your friends, they’ve never said anything to you?”

“Why would they, it’s not like I show it off.”

“Nobody’s seen it?” she asked, incredulously.

“I don’t think so. Can we change the subject?”

“Sorry, get in the recliner and put Mom’s panties on your face.”

He obeyed her reluctantly, without any further resistance. He brought the black panties up to his nose, then changed his mind. “Give me the fresh ones?”

“You bad boy!” she said, handing him the red panties. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, still shocked by its size. She resisted the urge to reach down and touch herself. He shifted in the chair, bringing her mind back into focus. “Were your eyes closed?”

“Probably,” he said, “I can’t remember for sure. I was concentrating on… getting off.”

“Show me.”

“Show you what?” he asked, knowing full well what she wanted to see, trying to postpone the inevitable.

“Take a whiff of her panties, then do it!” she commanded.

He stretched the red panties over his face and then lifted his soft cock from between his legs, flopping it onto his stomach. He gripped it loosely and gently stroked it while inhaling the fresh scent of his mother. The aroma was stronger this time, and the crotch didn’t feel quite as sticky.

Darcy was amazed that his fist only covered about half of his soft cock. When he started, his fingers encircled his cock, but as it stiffened and grew thicker, it spread his fingers away from his thumb. She could feel herself getting wet as she watched him stroke himself.

“Do you want me jack off?” he asked.

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