I first started seeing my mother as a sex object when I was a horny young teen. The thought of fucking her made me cum harder than anything else. For years I helped myself to her worn panties and her surprisingly large (and well used) sex toy collection, which we both shared for many years without her knowledge. The thought that she was regularly fucking herself with a vibrator that had been up my ass only a few hours earlier made me feel like we shared a special (but secret and largely inappropriate) bond.
I tried to dangle a carrot in front of her several times, so to speak. I often put her vibrators back in her drawer in a way that made it obvious that they'd been moved. Sometimes I'd put one in the wrong drawer - she MUST have found them and realised that someone had been using them, but she never confronted me (probably out of shock and embarrassment!). Amazingly, she didn't tried to hide them from me either, which was nice. Every time I went in to her bedroom for some fun, they were always in her panty drawer, with fully charged batteries and faint pussy stains. I had many sessions in her bed, with four or five pairs of her dirty underwear and as many vibrators.
I regularly left nice cum stain in her panties before returning them. I'm not sure if she ever noticed my 'surprises' before washing them, but she never mentioned anything.
I often caused her to 'accidentally' see my erect cock more than a few times too! Sometimes, I'd let it poke through the hole in my panamas while I walked around the house. She'd say things like "put that thing away" or "I think your fly's down!". Never "wow you have a beautiful cock just like you're father, can I suck it for you?" or "why don't you come and put that hard dick in mom's vagina!"
I was hopeful of a positive reception, but this was just wishful thinking!
Eventually, I started purposely letting her catch me masturbating. I guess she reacted the expected way, but I still felt a rush knowing that she had just seen me pleasuring myself. She caught me jerking off all around the house, in the pool and a couple of times in her bed. She always pretended that she didn't know what I was doing and never really said anything - even when I was half naked in her bed in the middle of the day!
My fondest encounter happened when I was an overly-horny teenager, about 16 or 17. One day after school, I took a pair of mom's panties from the hamper and starting jerking off on my bed, with the door slightly ajar. Eventually, mom walked in on me totally naked, slowly but intently stroking my hard cock. She looked me up and down for a few seconds, but then her eyes fixed on the pink striped pair of women's underwear that were sitting on my face. She obviously assumed that I couldn't see her (a fair assumption when someone has a pair of panties on their face!) but in fact I could see right through them.
I could tell that she knew exactly where the panties had come from, and unbeknownst to her, I looked her right in the face as I continued to wank myself and take big sniffs of her vagina and asshole from her recently stained panties, as if she wasn't there at all.
It was intense, having my mom standing there watching me smell her most private bits while masturbating myself was an awesome (but scary) feeling. It was clear that she wasn't horrified by it (I guess after 20 or 30 times of seeing me pull my cock she was used to it!), but she wasn't overcome with desire either. My hope was that she would become aroused and finally give in to what she must have already suspected: that I was desperate to have sex with her, and that she had the power to give her son something that he truly desired.
I don't know if it was an easy decision or not, but to my disappointment, after what felt like 10 minutes (but might have only been two!), she slowly backed out, closed my door and walked away. She had a guaranteed fuck with someone that loved her deeply (and in some ways very inappropriately), but chose not to pursue it. But just by watching me, she'd given me more than she knew. I felt like I'd had a minor victory, and continued to stroke my cock slowly. I stuffed the crotch of mom's soiled panties in to my mouth, covering my whole tongue in her vagina juices and asshole stains. I began sucking them dry, and started wanking nice and hard thinking about the show I had just put on for her.
Before I could blow, I heard clear footsteps heading my way, and my door swung open quite abruptly. It was obvious that this time mom wanted me to know she was there! I played along, pretending that I'd only just been caught. I sat up quickly and covered my cock with one hand, and quickly took the soiled underwear out of my mouth with the other. She looked right at her panties bunched up in my hand and calmly but firmly asked "can you put my knickers back in the hamper please". I was too scared to acknowledge that I knew what she was talking about, but she kept staring at me, waiting for a response.
It was a bizarre standoff - I was overcome with naughty, dirty and devious sexual desires and I was compelled to act out. As we looked each other in the eye, I moved my hand away from my cock, fully and intentionally exposing my erection to the woman I adored. She looked right at it, and I grabbed hold of it, stroking and gesturing it towards her. She said something like "What are you doing?!" pretending not to know what I was alluding to, and trying to sound authoritative at the same time. I could see that she was trying not to smile though, which made me crack a cheeky smile! I wanted to spell it out to her very clearly: "Mom, I want you to suck me off and let me have sex with you please!" but I couldn't conjure the words. Instead I just kind of shrugged, and she said something like, "No! I'm your mother!". She then advised me to close my door properly "if you're going to do things like that" and left me alone.
I was overcome with all sorts of feelings and emotions, but ultimately I was still very horny. I wrapped mom's panties around my cock and slowly fucked them, blowing shit loads of cum all over the crotch within a few seconds, and letting out a loud, satisfying groan. I got dressed, put the panties back (right on top of the hamper so she would find them) and went in to the kitchen for a drink.
There was tension (and a bit of embarrassment) in the air, but mom wasn't interested in pretending nothing had happened! She asked if I put her panties back, then made it clear that she wasn't going to tell dad about any of this but I had to promise not to use any of her things anymore. Her half smile made it seem less of a big deal then it perhaps was. I may have read it to it the way I wanted to, but I walked away with the understanding that I could keep using her sex toys and underwear, as long as she wasn't seen to be condoning my behaviour. And I was happy to accept her offer! The fact that she still kept all of her vibrators in the same underwear drawer, and kept topping up the hamper with all kinds of sexy, pussy stained panties every day told me she was still happy to enable my filthy habits!
I stopped directly involving her in my shenanigans, with the exception of the occasional cock exposure or two. But her many vibrators and dildos continued to provide me with a devious and inappropriate link to her pussy. I sniffed almost every pair of panties she wore and ejaculated in a dirty pair almost every day.
I'm 33 now, but still have very fond memories of my desperate and often blatant attempts to seduce my mother. I still hold on to the hope that one day she'll let me make love to her sweet, forbidden vagina, but in the mean time, I'll continue to visit her, occasionally when I know she's not home - she still has an impressive collection of sex toys for a woman her age and her panties still smell divine!
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