Jack had been a boarder since he was seven. He had been away at school for more than half his life. So home wasn’t really home, and he wasn’t sure his parents were really parents. He was now trundling back home for the summer, the longest period he spent at home. He now had no friends nearby for nearly three months. Being an only child, he and his mother would rattle around the house, and his father would appear for an hour or so most evenings, then after dinner he would disappear to his home office.
Jack had watched his parents over the years. It confused him how they ever got together and it astonished him that they stayed together. Each year he noticed a lessening of whatever bond they had. And of course Jack being away at least 30 weeks of each year had never bonded with them.
One thing did confuse him above all else. As he got older he was able to appreciate how well dressed and elegant his mother was, and in her early forties was an attractive woman. His father, on the other hand, had grown outward alarmingly, had lost his hair, had acquired jowls and was not a handsome man.
Jack being a teenager spent a lot of time thinking about sex, though he was totally clueless, being at an all boys school. He tried to imagine his parents having sex and it simply was too weird to comtemplate.
He could readily imagine his mother having sex, but not with his father. If he looked closely at his thoughts, he generally imagined himself in bed with his mother. He had learned how to mastubate and his mother featured in all those fantasies.
Unfortunately the reality was different. His best de***********ion of his mother was “aloof”. Not quite an ice maiden but truly not an earth mother.
His mother’s greeting was perfunctory and he was banished to his room within minutes of arriving home. His mother had a social engagement. She didn’t say a gangling uncoordinated teenager didn’t fit into her calendar of events. She didn’t need to explain to Jack. She went out.
Jack unpacked, it didn’t take long. He wandered around the house and nothing much had changed except his father’s office had lots of new gadgets and computer stuff. The garden offered no encouragement.
He was bored, and after only one hour of being here. The devil makes work for idle hands, and Jack’s hands were idle, but his brain was cranking along. Father would be out for hours yet, mother at least another hour, perhaps there were parts of the house he hadn’t checked out. His parents had separate dressing areas. Father’s cupboards could wait.
Jack knew he was in the wrong. Very much. So first he quickly looked at his mother’s outer clothes. He pretended to be interested in her fashions, but his eyes kept drifting. Shoes took up a huge space. He sniffed several pairs, then quickly stopped because he was a pervert.
Bedside cabinets yielded nothing exciting.
Mother’s chest of drawers. He could hear his heart pounding. If he was caught there would be hell to pay. His hands were actually trembling.
Bras in one part.
Knickers in the next.
Stockings and a few pairs of tights next.
Garter belts and corsets had their own space.
Dirty thoughts flooded Jack’s brain, imagining his mother getting dressed and undressed. She would not miss a pair of knickers. Not just one pair and he could put them in for washing,and she would never know.
Would she?
He dug deep down in her knicker drawer. Just doing it drove his cock into erection. Then he had to tell himself that he would not do what he knew full well he was about to do.
Back to his room, trousers down, cock out and he wrapped the knickers around his cock. And he wanked, slowly carefully, his mind imagining.
Oh fuck he had shot his load over the carpet. A mad panic and scramble to clean it up and he went past the dirty laundry basket several times but still never quite managed to drop the knickers in there.
Pervert Jack!!
Nothing much was said about any topic that evening. His father didn’t even bother to welcome him home. Mother looked lovely but was in a poor mood. Jack kept getting ready to be outed as a pervert. Surely his mother could see his guilt written all over his face. No, if she did nothing was said.
He went to sleep later, with the knickers wrapped around his cock.
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Next morning Jack was up and about. The normal school routine was fixed into his subconscious and so he was up, washed, dressed and ready. But there was nothing to be ready for. He had his own house key so he took a walk around the locality. A few new houses, some alterations that he noticed, a few cars and vans and one lady walking her dog. Cosmopolitan? Teaming with life? No way.
He walked back home. His mother was pottering about in the kitchen.
She did check if he had eaten breakfast and when told no, she pointed out he was “big enough and ugly enough” to sort himself out.
He sat at the kitchen table munching away at cereals, watching mother.
She seemed to have lost something, but he would not be able to help.
She appeared to bend forward a lot and rummage around in the bottom cupboards. Jack could clearly see the outlines against her skirt. He guessed the shapes were her garter belt and knickers, and he blushed, but kept looking and thinking. He wondered which ones she was wearing today, knowing that he had fondled, sniffed, smelled and gripped the whole lot.
Fuck, his hard cock was so obvious. She must notice that. She didn’t say anything, so she must not have done so.
He finished breakfast and cleared the table. With nothing else to do he wandered back to his bedroom. He had made his bed when he got up, and the room was neat and tidy, so his mother would have had no reason to come in. He shut the door and moved his pillows to get her stolen knickers.
Fuck, the pair he had taken were gone, and in their place was a crumpled pair. Jack held them to his nose and was certain he could smell his mother on them.
Were these the ones she had worn yesterday?
And he was deep in the shit.
She knew her son was a pervert.
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“Where is father?”
“Gone to Birmingham, back tomorrow.”
Oh, now Jack wondered if his mother would tell him off
for stealing her knickers, though she must be alright with it because she has provided him with a pair every morning.
They had dinner and mother went off to read something. Jack amused himself the best he could. He did consider going into his father’s home office and seeing what he had on his computer.His father spent a lot of time online and Jack has a suspicion that it was not all work.
However his mother had already caught him out in one misdemeanour and getting the wrong side of his father would be crazy. But still that itch could be scratched.
Before Jack made more work for the devil, his mother called to him.
“Could you help please, the zip on my skirt is stuck.”
Jack was delighted to help, but then puzzled because he could not see any problem with it. It slid down easily. His mother stepped out of the skirt. She was wearing a blouse, knickers, a garter belt, stockings and shoes. Jack stood and watched. This was weird but delectable.
She stepped out of the shoes, bending over so Jack had a good view, picked up the shoes and put them away. Jack knew where they went as he had rummaged through her cupboards last week.
Jack stood watching.
Mother raised one leg and rested her foot on the seat of a chair. Then she undid the clips on one garter belt and the stocking drooped.
She did the same thing with the other garter and stocking.
She laid the stockings along the back of the chair.
She took her blouse off.
Jack was amazed and aroused.
Jack’s heart sank when she put on a robe.
Mother wriggled under the robe and removed her knickers.
Jack was now fully erect and aroused.
His mother was standing no more than five feet away, under her robe she was wearing a bra and her garter belt, nothing else.
Jack’s erection got more erect. It was straining at his trousers, causing a very obvious bulge.
“I was going to put a wash on. You had better give me your clothes.”
Jack stopped breathing. Did she mean everything and to take them off now? She did.
Jack carefully undid his shirt and took his shoes off,bent for his socks. Hesitated then dropped his trousers.
He was standing in front of his mother only wearing his underpants,with a very obvious hard on pressing upwards and outwards.
He looked towards her and she nodded.
Down went the underpants.
Jack stood, hands by sides, no point trying to hide.
He handed his clothes to his mother. She put them on the chair behind her, then turning she picked up his underpants and looked at them. There were marks where his precum had dirtied the pants.
What would she say?
She took the pants and put them on her. They must have fit her waist as they held up. Then she undid her robe. Jack could see her bra, the garter belt and his underpants as worn by his mother.
She handed over her knickers to Jack. He stood uncomprehending.
“Put them on.”
Jck almost died. Really? Wow. They were silky smooth.The fabric rubbed over his cock, they felt fantastic. He was now desperate to get to his room and beat his cock to a huge explosion of cum.
“Stay there.”
Oh grief, how could he.
His mother went into her bathroom. She left the door open part way so he could see and hear her.
She turned her back on him, he could see her moving her hand.
and then heard the squelch
And the moans.
And she sank down to the floor.
How Jack didn’t blow his top he would never know.
He had sort of watched and definitely heard his mother masturbating.
While she was wearing his underpants.
His mother stood and wriggled.She turned and handed him the underpants. They were wet and smelly and scented.
“Breathe the scent.”
He did and it was earthy and pungent.
“Put them on, over the others.”
Jack did as he was told.
Now he stood, wearing his mother’s knickers , rubbing against his skin,and over that his own underpants, soggy where his mother had come in them.
Now what?
“Goodnight, see you in the morning.”
And she went back into her bathroom and shut the door.
Jack’s head almost exploded. All that, then nothing.
He shook his head in disbelief, but walked back to his own room.
He had an idea.
He switched his bedroom light on and left his door open.
Rolled onto the top of his bed and started wanking, keeping his hand and cock inside the pants. He listened carefully and he was sure she was outside his door, listening and probably watching.
It didn’t take long, only a dozen strokes and he was almost there.
As he shot a load inside the pants he called out her name.