Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  And as I entered into the laundry room, I felt a rush of eager nervousness grip my chest. The idea was so dirty! Sneaking in here to steal a pair of my stepmom’s panties… is that what I had sunken to? I sure didn’t care! The thought proved so arousing that any hesitation I should have felt, was nowhere to be found. And so I ran to the room, throwing open the door and charging inside.

  I already had one hand down my pants, fondling the sizable shaft, as my eyes searched for a suitable pair of Rachel’s underwear.

  What the fuck!

  I couldn’t believe it! I lifted up some towels, checked inside the dryer, looked on the floor… none! They were all gone! Had she done the laundry when I wasn’t looking?! Oh my god, that big boobed girl was always doing this kind of stuff! Cleaning and working! Only now, it was interfering with MY time! And I wasn’t about to let this boner go to waste.

  It seemed to be a simple fix. Where would I get another pair? Easy – the same place all women keep their panties! And with that thought filling my mind, I raced off to my stepmother’s bedroom, where it is certain a treasure trove of delicious underwear awaited me…

  My god, the girl had already ‘womanized’ my dad’s bedroom. Little doilies and things all over the place. Matching sheets and color-coordinated pillows. All that good stuff. But that wasn’t why I had entered their sleeping quarters – though it did make me wonder if she color-coordinated her underwear too. That would certainly be a real treat for me. Having dozens of pairs all lined up and ready for me jizz on…

  But first I needed to find them! And so I ambled over to the big set of dresser drawers. The top one seemed like a good choice, and bam! Sure enough, on the first try I had located her glorious selection of panties! I pulled the drawer open, and it seemed a brilliant, almost magical light, emanated from the clothing. Pairs of blue, red, green; lacy, cotton, thongs, and booty shorts, and more! A veritable goldmine!

  Though in truth I didn’t much care which pair I took, so long as I had one. The green ones would do nicely, a soft cottony number.

  With my choice in hand, I strolled out of the bedroom and into my own cave – where I could play with myself free from interruption. And play I was… My cock had been rock-hard ever since the idea spawned in my brain. Spraying all over these tasty panties… It definitely did naughty things to my nether region. The mere thought of seeing my hot, white cum launch onto the material! God, it was amazing! And here I was jerking off to them. At first I would wrap the panties around my shaft, stroking myself with the underwear, imagining all sorts of dirty acts I could be doing with a sexy woman. But when I felt the semen building in the tip, seconds from expelling outward in a great burst of joy, I would toss the panties down onto my bed – spreading them out as if they were adorned on a lovely ass, and here I pictured a beautiful girl bent over before me, begging to see my cum coat her panties.

  I exploded at the thought! Great, big spurts of cream flew through the air, landing squarely on the green underwear. The sight was overwhelming… it caused me to collapse forward, convulsing with excitement as my dick continued to spurt the last bit of liquid heaven.

  God, it was miraculous! This had become a deviant habit of mine… stealing into my stepmother’s bedroom and sneaking off with a pair of panties like some kind of perverted creep! But I didn’t care! They felt too good, too tempting! Knowing a woman’s pussy had been pressed against the material was enough to put me over the edge. The feminine scent still lingering with a heavy aroma… I would cum so rapidly and forcefully when using these.

  And when I was done, I would toss them out into the laundry basket – hoping that Rachel would just assume they had been worn and simply forgotten. The woman had dozens and dozens of pairs, so I didn’t see how a few missing ones now and then would be cause for alarm.

  This pattern of mine continued on for the next several days or so. And it was then, at the end of all this excitement, that the strange and embarrassing occurrence took place…

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  I was in my room at the time. A pair of Rachel’s panties clenched in my fingers as I sat down with some very naughty thoughts on the mind, I’ll tell you! In a minute, the computer would be fired up and there would be a couple of sexy girls getting fucked on-screen. A good porno stimulation to get the juices flowing as I anticipated the extreme pleasure I’d get from this session. Those dainty little cotton things in my hand…

  Although, I’d like to think my newfound excitement was justified. You see, I had somehow managed to refrain for nearly a day! A miracle in itself, I know…

  The pipes were backed up, to put it mildly. I was aching to burst, to release the tension in my balls. When the body gets used to a certain output, any stifling of the regular routine can lead to some nasty fits of blue balls and various pains down there. But oh baby, those would be taken care of momentarily. I knew this would be a memorable occasion. Any time those panties were nearby, it just had to be!

  And as I opened up the browser, typing my favorite term into the search bar – big tits fucking. That was always a doozy. I couldn’t get enough of those fat-titted girls! Such awesome things, those boobs are. I’d never even felt a pair myself, though I knew they’d be wonderful – how could anything so goddamn gorgeous not be? So I slid the cursor over (lowering the underwear to my crotch, preparing for some fun), aiming for the first site that caught me eye. But just before I pressed down…

  Click.

  My bedroom door swung open, oh so slowly! As if one of those second-rate movie ghosts had snuck into the house and decided to play a trick on me! There it was, creaking open.

  But a moment later, it became clear that the culprit was not a ghost at all.

  “Oh, excuse me Johnny,” my stepmother Rachel said as she poked her head in!

  I had to fumble around awkwardly, sticking the panties farther in my hand as I cupped them above my thighs. The shock of the ordeal all happened so fast that I didn’t have a chance to minimize my screen, and so there was a host of juicy site listings for anyone to see!

  “Umm, hi Rachel?” I replied, surely looking like a moron as I squirmed about.

  “Busy?” She asked, and here I saw her eyes peer across the screen for a moment. My stepmother said nothing, I wasn’t sure if she had actually seen anything – but she stepped inside all the same, shutting the door behind her.

  “Umm, no, no, I mean not really,” I stuttered.

  “Not really?” She laughed. “You busy little college boys! I bet you’re looking at something naughty on your computer, aren’t you!”

  I didn’t know how to respond! Had she really seen? Well, shit… I mean the sites were still on the screen! It seemed to late to correct the situation, so I found myself giggling nervously, already beginning to sweat as a rush of embarrassment swept through my body.

  “That’s ok, Johnny,” she said, “It’s to be expected of a young, strapping lad like you.”

  “It is?” I mumbled, feeling quite confused.

  “Sure,” Rachel continued. “I bet you’re pretty curious about women, aren’t you?”

  “Well you know,” I began cautiously. “They’re hot and stuff.”

  And stuff? What a retard…

  “They sure can be,” Rachel laughed. “But actually, I came in here to ask you about something else, Johnny.”

  “Oh?” I responded, feeling my heart thump faster, unsure what she could possibly want… still trying to conceal her clothing in my hand.

  “Yeah, about these,” she said, as her hand thrust forward… holding a pair of panties that I had used just the other day! A soiled, debauched item! My dried cum stain was still visible on the exterior. Oh jesus… caught!

  “Ummm… I don’t think so,” I shrugged, not even able to convince myself it was true. How could I forget shooting a blast of hot semen into those luscious things!

  “No?” Rachel inquired, raising her eyebrow suspiciously. “Tell me then, what’s that you’ve got in your hand, Johnny?”
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  Uh oh… Speaking of caught! As I looked down, anyone could clearly see the exposed bit of underwear sticking out from my hand. Damnit! I had nowhere to go now. No excuse or reason to be holding a pair of her panties – while looking at porn! I could only gulp, as my eyes darted nervously about the room.

  “It’s ok, Johnny.” Rachel said, placing a warm hand on my shoulder. “You don’t need to lie. I know you’re just a curious young man. You probably wanted to know what if felt like being close to a woman, didn’t you?”

  I couldn’t believe her cavalier attitude, given the situation! How could anyone be that understanding after just finding out that their stepson had been cumming into their personal underwear!

  “Well, uh, I mean… I saw them and…” Nothing could be said in my defense.

  “Relax, Johnny,” she laughed. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. I understand how you feel.”

  “You do?” I asked.

  “Sure. I know exactly what you need,” Rachel whispered, biting down on her lip. I have to admit, as I looked up and took sight of her beautiful features, my stepmother had quite a strong sex appeal in that figure. The bedroom eyes were in full effect, it seemed.

  And here a dirty, depraved thought came over me. As I sat there, holding the woman’s panties, I felt a strange sexual longing for Rachel. Something about being this close to the girl and having her know I had been creaming in her panties just gave me a thrill. My dick started to grow as my eyes wandered along her body, taking note of the full breasts – not unlike the great big ones I so often jerked off to online.

  “You do?” I repeated, licking my lips. About a dozen more filthy thoughts coursed through my brain… She took a step closer, so close in fact, that those breasts of hers were actually pressing up against my shoulder. Rachel stooped low, bending over, placing her mouth next to my ear.

  “Mmhmm, I know…” And here I felt her hand slide down my front, descending farther until her delicate fingers took hold of the panties in my own. “…just what you need.” She plucked them free, a smile on her face.

  There must have been some kind of whimpering expression on my face, because my stepmother immediately followed up the comment.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got a sexier pair on right now… I bet you’d like to see, wouldn’t you?”

  Did I hear that right?! My stepmother was offering to show me her panties… as she wore them? Well goddamn, I couldn’t pass up an offer like that!

  “Umm, yeah, I mean, yeah I would,” I somehow managed to mumble.

  “Ok then, Johnny. But first… You’ve got to take these off. Some punishment is needed for being a bad boy,” she intoned.

  “Take off my pants?” I gulped.

  “Mmhmm, if you want to see my panties…”

  I guess she didn’t leave me with much choice! If I wanted any kind of sexual gratification, it would mean losing these pants and everything beneath them…

  “Ok,” I whispered, reaching down to pull the clothing off. There was that returning nervous feeling in my chest… it was a surreal moment – tugging my pants free, having my hardening cock exposed to my stepmother. I felt like I had just jumped from my chair and straight into one of those porno scenes on-screen!

  “Good boy,” Rachel nodded, looking southward at my growing staff. “You know, Johnny, these weren’t the only pair of cum-stained panties I found.”

  “No?” I asked hesitantly, putting a hand around the base of my dick to keep it stiff (or else the nerves might have caused me to wither).

  “Mmmhmm, quite a few in fact… It looks like you stroke that big thing of yours pretty often, don’t you?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed, with a labored breathing. How could she just be standing there with me and my cock hanging out! It was awkward and unnerving, yet exciting all the same. She hadn’t taken her eyes off my dick ever since my underwear had been slipped away.

  “I bet you do. Something that size probably needs a lot of maintenance to keep satisfied… You know Johnny, I also found a few of my bras with cum shots on them. Bras and panties, all covered with your cum?”

  Well, I guess that was true. I knew it was true! I had been coating her underwear with hot loads all week! I was like a madman let loose to ravage panties at will!

  “Mmhmm,” I replied, starting to stroke my cock a little faster as the memory of all those wonderful sessions came back to the forefront of my mind. Each load that I had launched out onto the material…

  “You like looking at your stepmommy’s panties, don’t you Johnny?”

  “I do!” I blurted like an idiot. But I was so turned on by the thought of her talking to me about cumming, about orgasming on her clothing.

  “I started noticing it a few days ago. I had my suspicions it was you… but I didn’t know you were that naughty! You even snuck into my drawers, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah,” I whimpered, staring at her boobs as she continued to lean forward.

  “Dirty boy… Tell me, what would you think about me wearing them while you jerked off? A nice, fresh pair for you to spray your load on?”

  “God… I’d, I’d, I’d love it!” came my vigorous response, stiffening my cock to its hardest state.

  “Maybe,” Rachel continued, “If you’re a good boy… you can bend me over and pull these snug panties I’m wearing to the side? I might even let you stick that big thing of yours inside of me…”

  I about fell off my chair with that comment! Rachel, my freaking stepmother, wanted me to jam my dick inside of her?!

  “Would you like that?” She asked. “Bend over your stepmommy and give her a nice, thick cock?”

  “That’s what I’ve been thinking about ever since you walked in here,” I told her.

  I could smell Rachel’s perfume wafting down to my nostrils. A seductive scent… That aroma coupled with the sight of her boobs only inches from my face, on top of her dirty talk, was almost enough to have my cock exploding on the spot! And actually, I’m surprised it didn’t!

  “In that case,” she said, “Why don’t you stand up here and let me have a look at that big cock.”

  Well, it didn’t seem like a terrible request. I was already stroking my cock in the chair, what would be the big deal if I stood up? And so I rose from the chair, turning so that my shaft was pointed at my stepmother.

  “I don’t think you’ve done this before, have you?” She asked in a soft, comforting voice, but with an air of sensuality behind it.

  I shook my head no, too nervous to say the words.

  “That’s ok. Your stepmom is here to teach you a few things – that way when you venture out and find a pussy of your own to fuck, you’ll know what to do with it.” And here she smiled, dropping one hand down… lightly running along my chest, descending lower, until landing directly on my cock! This was it! The first time a hand (other than my own) had touched my private parts! And this one belonged to my stepmother of all people!

  I’d be lying if I didn’t say it caused me to jerk upright slightly; the sensation was so new and thrilling to me… Her soft fingers encircled my shaft, the warmness encompassing my skin, as she began to stroke along the rod.

  But she must have noticed right where my eyes were pointed… because she smiled at me and said, “Uh-uh, these will have to wait for another time,” Rachel rubbed her tits, pressing them together in a seductive pose. “Your father will be home soon, so I can’t get too undressed. But I’ll teach you a thing or two or three… or four about a woman’s pussy. By the end of this session, when you’re cumming inside my wet little cunt… you’ll know just what a girl likes, mmhmm, you’ll know how to fuck a real woman just like a real man should.”

  “You’re gonna—“ I gulped, choking on my spit. “You’re going to let me cum in your pussy?!”

  “Not let,” she laughed, still fondling my shaft. “Demand! You are going to cum in me. That is the rule. You cum in stepmommy’s pussy. I teach you how to fuck, and you give me my fee: a load of young cum, shot stra
ight into my cunt.”

  Well, I hadn’t taken too many business courses yet but it sounded like a fair trade. If my dad’s wife wanted me to goo up her slit, then who was I to argue?

  “Is class in session?” I asked, smiling like a mischievous schoolboy.

  Right then and there I felt her tug roughly on my cock. I guess it was…

  “Don’t sass me, Johnny… Class is in session and I’m in charge, understood?”

  “Yes’ ma’m,” I nodded.

  “Good. First off, we’ll start with the mouth. What to do when a woman is sucking your cock… Any ideas?”

  I shook my head – and even if I did have a clue, her grip on my cock had rendered me senseless. I was nothing more than a sex stooge, ready to be pleasured and taken advantage of. Hoping so anyway…