“I don’t know…maybe,” he said hesitating. “Is…is that something you’d find sensual, erotic naughty as you said?”
“Very naughty, and very sensual. And like yesterday Jared, it would give me a better idea as to what he…the character in the book, was feeling when he did that with his mothers panties,” I laughed realizing something.
“What?”
“Well, it’s just that, I’m wearing YOUR mother’s panties, right now. The ones you told me you once saw her in. Sort of seems fitting, perfect actually, if maybe I were to…” I stood up and began taking them off. Jared’s eyes grew wide as he saw me doing that.
“You want me to…”
“Only if you want to, if you’re comfortable enough for me to see you do that, sort of like yesterday, only with these…” I now said holding them up in my hand waving them around in front of his face as though attempting to hypnotize him with them, which ironically I was nearly doing. Jared’s eyes actually followed the movement as they dangled their midair on the tip of my finger. The suggestion itself was more than enough as he suddenly undid the belt on his jeans, lowering the zipper. I knelt in front of him then, the panties in my teeth, pulling on his jeans until they came off.
The moment I had, his cock sprang up firm and strong, he had worn no underwear, which pleased me that he might have actually been in hopes of a repeat encounter. As his hard cock sprang, slapping against his chest, I dropped the pair of his mothers, my now worn panties over his prick, watching as the leg snared on the tip, wrapping itself about his shaft. Jared moaned looking down, seeing and feeling them as they now dangled there. “Fuck that looks hot!” I honestly stated.
I continued to kneel there in front of him between his legs, watching as his hand came up to better wrap the thin slick material about his cock. I knew damn good and well he could feel the moisture of the crotch touching him, I had felt it myself, even tasted myself as I held them in my mouth. Jared indeed now began running his mothers panties up and down his cock, bunching them about the head for a moment, rubbing himself pleasurably.
“How does it feel?” I asked curiously, wondering because I really did.
“Go ahead, maybe you won’t feel what I’m feeling, but it might at least give you some sort of idea!”
He was right about that, he’d just given me another idea as my hand now took over for him, sliding the material once again up his shaft and then down again, slowly, sensually. Jared rested his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes, moaning. I could hear his toes actually flicking against one another as I did that. I then squeezed his prick, saw a thick droplet of his precum ooze from the tip, gathering it up and meshing it within the crotch of his mother’s panties, essentially mixing it with my own.
“Fuck that feels nice,” he moaned once again, his head slowly turning from side to side.
“I bet it does!” I purred hotly. “And I bet it’s not the first time you’ve felt this either is it?” I softly asked, still languidly stroking his cock.
“Na….no,” he finally admitted, grunting as I worked his cock slowly up and down, then running the soft silky material back and forth across the tip of his cock using only the material of the panties to do so as I did that. Once again he groaned deeply, looking down at me.
“I used to fantasize…do that sometimes,” he stated through clipped speech, “while…while jerking off with them.”
“Did you fantasize about fucking your mother then?” I asked curiously.
“Yes,” he admitted once again, breathing harder now. “But not in her…just, just against her, while she was wearing these,” he told me. “Until…until I squirted. Until I came…but never, ever inside her,” he told me as though needing to say that.
“What else did you think about?” I now asked. I had placed the panties over his cock, now covering him almost entirely with them. I leaned over, hovering just above his cock, once again squeezing it until I saw another nice droplet of his cum drool suddenly seep through the sheer material. Even before I realized what I was doing, I stuck out my tongue, licking it up. Licking the very tip of his prick through the material.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! That feels nice,” he said, urging me to continue.
I couldn’t believe how aroused I was! Looking down at his enormous prick, so swollen and now purple looking, I literally tightened the material of his mother’s panties around the head so that it now actually looked painted on. I then opened my mouth, and drew his prick in, panties and all…sucking him.
Jared went nuts. Thrashing almost wildly now, his hands coming down to hold my head as I sucked him, one hand now cupping his heavy ball sack, kneading it, the other just holding his prick, keeping the material tight around his cock for the moment as I mouthed him, letting him feel my hot breath, the wetness from my saliva and his own secretions which now dampened the panties clinging to him even more so.
“Fuck Jen…I can’t hold out, if you don’t stop…”
I let him know I had no intention of stopping, if anything, swallowing his cock panties and all, taking him as deeply as I could into my throat. As I did, I felt his ass lift and come straight off the couch, a second later, the explosion following as he strained his semen through the panties, the liquid spurts only slightly buffeted in their intensity as he squirted over and over again through them, and then into me as I swallowed, taking his delicious, somewhat salty semen into my throat.
After Jared had collapsed from the intensity of his orgasm, now just sitting there, I removed my mouth from his prick, taking the panties with me as I did. Lying on the floor on my back, legs spread, bent at the knee, I now proceeded to masturbate myself with the wet sticky, very creamy cum-soaked panties I’d just taken from him.
It was almost surreal. At the moment, I think I was more aroused than I’d been in a long time, including that wild evening we had all spent together the past weekend. I’d never really considered myself to be an exhibitionist, not in any real sense. But now…here I was, openly displaying myself, my inhibitions though few they might be,
had flown right out the window. I was so damn horny I couldn’t see straight, laying there, rubbing my best friend’s cum-soaked panties, which were literally filled with her son’s cum. I felt the slippery goo still clinging to them, his cum paste now being worked into a frothy mixture that teased and pleasured my own sweet clit as the fluid from my pussy literally flowed from me, adding to the new concoction.
Jared sat there on the couch, still looking a bit wild-eyed as he stared at me, all pretense of decorum having gone as I too now frantically sought relief. One hand snaking up to pull and pinch on my nipples, the other still frantically working between my legs as I all but stuffed Sophia’s slick panties into my cunt. I looked up, saw Jared standing above me, once again his prick beginning to rise so soon after his own climatic encounter.
“Fuck Jen! Put them on, please Jen…put them back on for me!” He pleaded.
Sophia’s panties were soaked, I was soaked, yet I did as he asked. Slipping back into them again as wet as they now were. At last pulling them back up into place again, Jared knelt down between my legs, I saw his enormous, hungry looking cock as he held it within his hand, leaning forward now resting it against the barely covered opening of my split. I desperately wanted him to fuck me, but if this was how it was to start, then I was more than willing.
I felt the hard firm press of Jared’s cock not quite entering as the material of Sophia’s panties barred the way. At the same time, I felt the material stretch out over my clit, rubbing it, as he did the same. The tip of his prick speared me again and again in vain, though the sensation itself felt incredible. I bucked against him as though being fucked,
taking the term “dry humping” to a whole new level. Jared held his shaft, rubbing it up and down my panty covered split, and then side to side, slapping my cunt, spanking it with his shaft, and then driving himself once again against my split as we crashed together in a pulsating gyration of wanton lust and desire.
As he cried out in ecstasy climaxing once again, I joined him. I felt the seepage of his warm sperm bathing my lips, the squishy decadent erotic sounds of his spending, and then mine, filling the air. We each cried out in glee and excitement, uttering words of pure vulgarity back and forth as we thrashed about there on his father’s floor until each of us was spent, utterly and completely.
A long time passed before either one of us moved. And then finally Jared did, his senses long before mine did…returning.