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Mom helps out

... breathing her undies. The feel of nylon on my throbbing pecker was divine, and it didn't take me long to cum. I was careful, not to get anything on the nylons, and hung them back over mom's chair, where I'd found them. After taking a last few deep breaths from mom's undies, I returned them as well. Man - my mom smells HOT! When we returned, I debated with myself whether I should wash a load of whites, or Timmy's sheets - which I had been putting off. Reluctantly, I decided on the sheets. I walked into his room, and started stripping the bed. And then it hit me. His sheets positively reeked of sex! What has the boy been up to lately? I carried the load downstairs, but - before stuffing everything in the machine - I impulsively buried my face in his sheet and took a deep breath. Then I scolded myself for being so disgusting.......... Over the last few weeks, I've been sniffing mom's panties every chance I get. Most mornings, there is hardly any smell at all. But occasionally they smell so strong, I almost cum without touching myself. Mom and dad went to bed early. I fished her panties out of the hamper and took a sniff. As I'd hoped, they smelled very strong today. Not wanting to risk waking anyone by traipsing up and down the stairs, I sat on the sofa - dropped my shorts - and started jacking off, while sniffing mom's panties. Peter finished all too quickly and rolled over. I knew, I wouldn't be able to get to sleep for a while, so I decided to watch some TV. Barefoot, I ...

... padded downstairs, through the kitchen, and was about to enter the living-room when I stopped dead. It took me a moment to take in what I was looking at. Timmy was sitting on the sofa - his shorts around his ankles - and clearly masturbating while holding something to his face. It didn't take me long to realise that he was holding my panties, but my attention was elsewhere: specifically on what I could see of his penis sliding in and out of his fist. He stopped to adjust my panties, and - for a moment - I could get a good look at it. Not very long - just right for his age, I guess - straight, with a largish, beautiful head. Shocked - I realised that I was salivating and fled back upstairs.......... It was about a week after the night I wanked myself on the sofa. Mom must have changed her system, because I haven't found any of her underwear in the wash. So - while jacking off - I've been imagining what mom's real pussy-juices must smell like. What I wouldn't give for just one taste! Dad's out. Mom's upstairs. And I'm watching TV. Mom comes downstairs, wearing a see-through top and no bra, a short, tight skirt, black nylons, and low heels. I can already feel my pecker getting hard and try to hide the bulge. Mom sits next to me and says: "You don't mind if I stretch out, do you? My legs are a bit sore." While I'm still trying to remember simple words, mom lies back and places her legs in my lap.......... What AM I doing!? No matter how hard I try to distract myself, I can't stop ...