Guys influenced by mothers?

When I was around 13-14, my man was out of town on business trip, and my lady came home quite late from work. Typically she was home at 4, but this night she arrived home at 8. I was very concerned, but she said that it was work related. It seemed odd to me, but I wasn't going to question her. Any ways she looked tired and said she was going to take a bath and go to bed. When the water was running in the tub, I decided to swipe a dollar from her purse. So while looking in her purse for a wallet, I found something odd: a pair of her panties wrapped around ky jelly. I went immediately into investigation mindset and examined the panties in detail. First, they were drenched and full of auroma. Second, as I looked at the panty crotch I saw and smelled semen. Possibly, most memorable was how these panties weren't ones that I had seen her in, or the ones I took inventory of in her drawer. These weren't mom type of panties. Also I noticed a lot of pubes in the crotch area as well. Anyway, the bath stopped, and I heared her moving around, so I went back to tv in another room. I had heard her come downstairs again. I heared her start the wash, and then she went to bed. As soon as I thought she was arelax, I went back to the purse and the panties were gone. I assumed they went into the wash.
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Continued: After this incident, I became very curious in my ladys infidelity/sexuality.  Not only was I obsessed with her used panties, I saw her in a more sexual light.  Trying to sneak peeks, etc.   I also started exploring more of her panty drawer including trying her attire.  This behavior of mine finally came into question by her.  First of all, let me saw she was a very assertive woman, and she was fearless.  So she had me come to her room one day for a chat, which I assumed to be school related.  Her query was, she knew I had been stealing money from her purse, in addition to I've been going through her permisteral things.  I denied and denied, but eventually caved.  She said to me if I needed money that I was to ask, and her purse wasn't for my eyes.  She then said, that in regards to her panties (she used that term) that some boys like the feel, and I was free to experiment but with certain rules.  First, was I could only use her panties on the left side of drawer, she even showed the drawer with dividers.  Second, I was to put what I used in the hamper.  Third, to only experiment when I was alone at home, and this was our secret.  She then mentioned that I was free to look at magazines that she had in the drawer, but again, just at home when alone.  To be continued..
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Continuing:   So after this laying down of rules, of course I was terrified to go to the panty drawer.  I was also wondering if she knew I had discovered her cum drenched panties in her purse.  I just laid low for awhile knowing we were sharing secrets and not sure where to go.  Around the house I noticed more of her being provocative.  This includes her wearing nighties around the house prior to bed, which I could see a sheer dark bush outline.  Anyway, one day when alone at home, I found my way to her room, to her panty drawer.  I opened it up and it was divided like before, with left side being mine.   There were prob about 10 pair of panties, and I noticed the main difference was my side had older panties, her side seemed like fairly new attire.  When I first started going to the drawer, I was terrified to show I had been there, but then I got more daring and wanted to leave a trail that I had been exploring.  I started to spurt in the panties and leave them in the hamper.  Immediately I had sensed she noticed, with her cunning smirk around the house, and I saw that the panties were being cleaned, and routed back.   I got very bold one day, when all alone, I came in like 5 different panties and put them all in the hamper.  That triggered a discussion....    
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So, when she was doing laundry she came to my to my room to discuss.  She talked some about school, but weaved her way to the panties.  She said she was happy that I had been experimenting and following rules, but said she had concerns about me releasing in the panties.  That my dad may see the panties in the hamper and become suspicious and she didn't want to explain.  So she said that if I needed to release multiple times in a day, to only use one pair, but I could wear as many as I wanted.  The new rule as well included I needed to put the used panties in the wash machine right away.  She did add that she was happy to see I was having fun!!!  Tbcont.
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Fascinating, please continue.

So the next phase I noticed erotica making it's way into the drawer.  Mind you, this is like 1980, so the variety was nothing like it is today.  What I saw making it's way into the drawer was primarily playboy and penthouse.  She also had short story books like from Nancy Friday which were full of taboo topics.  I was most surprised one day when I found a playgirl magazine which was on top of her side of panty drawer.  At this point I was 15 or so, was pretty clueless on what playgirl was, and I decided to look.  Hard to explain how I felt looking at, but I came very quickly while looking at these guys.  I'm wasn't sure if she intended me to look at, but I felt very tripped out that I had been turned on like that.   I went back to the drawer several times after that to look at that playgirl, almost obsessed. One time I forgot to return it, which prompted another discussion with my mom.  This was another sit down, and her asking me to go get the magazine that I had taken.  Which I promptly did.  She noted that this magazine was on her side of the drawer and not on mine.  She then downplayed, to put me at ease and started to ask questions.  She asked me about my sexuality.  She said she had sensed I might be different than most boys, and that it was good to be different.  I just acted shy, but started to ask if I was gay or bi?  I said I didn't know.  She asked if I could have feeling for a guy.  I said no way.   She then asked what did I like about the pictures of guys.   Still shy I just said nothing.  She then said that some boys just like seeing big strong men while wearing panties, and that was probably me.   That there are different types of men in the world.  Ones that are more aggressive, and some that are more effeminate and who weren't always gay.  That I was likely to be a great husband someday with these characteristics.  She then said that she knew I wasn't gay because of how I looked at her around the house and how I snuck peeks.  To be cont.
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You are doing an excellent job with this story. I think your lady is or was a very intelligent woman and I think trained you correctly.

Please continue with your story. I am most interested.

Linda

mmm I'm liking the direction this is heading as well .. hope there will be more x

So, after this I was very confused, but continued to venture to the panty drawer when alone.   Over the next few months I noticed on my side of the drawer more panties, and other attire like bras.  Also a steady influx of magazines continued including playgirl which she started to place on my side of the drawer, but placed underneath the panties.   On her side, I did notice things like vibrators and ky lubricant.  Another thing I started to notice was more of a blending of panty attire.  For example, at times I'd notice panties on my side, that were soon on her side.  This had a blurring of the lines, and I noticed in time, the sharing, which in retrospect was very kinky.   Another pattern emerged as well, which I think was a silent unspoken which I'll detail. Here's what I noticed:   1) the panties coming on my side were increasingly more sheer, naughty, which were the ones I'd release into and put in the washing machine. They were usually distinct in color: blue, black, pink.  2) the panty that I came into, I'd notice a few days later, her wearing.   That is either a sneak peak of it under her nightie or some type of exposure of an upskirt, etc.  3) I tested this pattern several times, which was typically 95% dead on.   This was a game likely played on both sides which increased my masturbation frequency tenfold. That somehow, she was getting off on wearing what I had released in, and was into showing me the desire.   To be cont.
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About this time I was heading back to school. I think by this time I had started high school. One story that was memorable, I had friends that had talked me into football.  With that included getting gear etc, including a jock strap.  Which my mom was more than happy to buy me.  She encouraged me to be in sports and to be social, which was good.  When she bought me the jock strap she had another discussion with me.  It was primarily again about our "secret" needs to remain a secret.  That the boys I was going to be around in football could never know about me wearing panties.  She handed me the jock strap package, and said something I'm going to be around more real men.  She also mentioned to me to keep my eyes to myself in the shower.   Which I didn't know then what she meant, but I do now! To be cont.
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So I'm wandering here with sequences, but this was almost 30 years ago, so not a perfect memory.   As I recall, from here there were two significant scenes that occurred.  The first one was at the end off summer/first of fall, there was a nice day and I was mowing the lawn.  While finishing up on this Saturday afternoon, it was about 90 degrees, my mom came out in a bikini to catch some rays.  She had a great body for a woman of 45, and liked hot days.  So she invited me for some hot rays with her, and I sat across from her, to avoid too much sun.  She loved red wine, and had me go in and grab her a glass.  With it so hot, she was takeing fairly fast.  So I she had me refill, each time I refilled, I noticed her bikini bottom pulled up with noticeable pubic hair exposed.  We both had sunglasses on, and we both made small talk.  She asked me about girls, if I had my eye on any etc.  I was shy and not saying much, looking mostly at her pussy hair so noticeable.  She then slammed down another glass and asked for a refill.  As I came back outside handed her the wine and sat down, I glanced right back at bikini bottom, and this time much more noticeable, her vulva was in full view, with bikini pulled to the side.  As I looked closer I could see dark pink, wet and open.  It looked very stretched, and it was the first time I had seen a womans pussy, not some perfect young female from playboy.  I was stunned, cause it seemed clear to me this was a show.   She confinued to chat with me and she started to spray water on her body to cool down.  This included squirting crotch area which was so erotic to see.  She then got cerebral on me.  She was well educated, and started to discuss a book she was reading on feminism.  That was her area of interest, as an educator.  She had brought up several times in past how to be respectful of women.  This time she was talking about pornography, and she was reading how boys are being influenced by the media on what a woman looks like, and that it's unrealistic and potentially a problem.  I really was playing dumb, but knew what she was talking about.  She then said that she felt bad about the magazines that she had displayed that type of visual for me, and that there were now other pictures that were better suited for me.  She talked about the "book our body ourselves" that I could look at anytime I wanted.  She then said, I know you are looking at my vagina, and I think it's good that you see what a real woman looks like, in particular, where you came from.  To be cont.
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So, how she ended the scene outside she said for me to go inside now, and take care of myself.  That I can have the privacy I need and she will be back in about a half hour.   With that she fixed her bikini bottom and laid back in the sun with no further comment.  I went inside and jerked off immediately in bathroom.  I wanted to go the panty drawer but I couldn't contain myself.  I shot my load looking in the bathroom mirror, with streams of cum shoots several feet!   She came in a bit later, and I heard her go to her room, and I heard her rummaging and then a vibrator kicked on...
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Please more!!!

Things cooled down after this incident.  With school, and work, routine kicked in.  My man was around home more, and I had started to date some at my moms encouragement.  The panty drawer was still being used but it seemed like less chances were available.  The magazines disappeared and more artful photography books were replaced.  She had a book called "the art of the vulva" which did show more realistic female bodies, and somewhat like what my ladys pussy looked like.  Anyway I still was jerking off a lot, but more focused on other things.  She was focused on being a good mom and I had cemented that the past was just a distant memory.  But one weekend day, my dad was working, and it was just us at home.   I was mostly watching tv that day, bored,  she had been complaining about her knee.  She was a runner and her knees were breaking down.  She had fixed me breakfast wearing a nighty that was revealing, and she had stayed  in the whole day.  In afternoon, she had me do some handy work and I ran an errand getting her some Tylenol and tampons.  After I came home I did a few more chores and she stayed in her bed.  She had me make her a sandwich as well and bring it to her bed.  We chatted as she talked about her knee.  She had me sit next to her on the bed and feel her knee as she moved it back and forth as it cracked.  In her nighty this gave me a full view up to her pussy.  And to my surprise, fully exposed, no panties.  It was the closest I had ever seen her pussy.  It was very hairy, and then I noticed a string hanging out of her vagina.  I was trying to stay focused and not look right at it, but she just came out and said, you can look all you want.  Do you have any questions?  Her demeanor put me at ease, but I was still speechless.  She said to me that it was a tampon string and that women ovulate monthly, and this was a time when women should be cherished.  She then just stopped moving her leg, and stayed open in exposure.  And asked again if I had questions about a womans body.   She then asked me to get up and get the sex book out of the drawer.  Which I did promptly.  She opened it up to page of the vaginal diagram.  She then started to instruct by pointing out in the picture each part: labia, clit, vagina.  And pointed to her own in the same process. She talked about menstruation in detail, and wanted me to understand that it was something special.  She talked about sex, and penetration, but the most important thing I was to know about pleasing a woman, would be her clit.  She even rubbed her clit briefly.  She then asked if I had any question.  Which I was now interested in prolonging the discussion.  I asked her about how sex works, and how women get pregnant.  She opened her vagina and showed me that's where men enter.  She talked about when men shoot there sperm and about baby making and the pill.   She was mater of fact but sensual about it as well.  She then put on a pair of panties that were under the sheet.  And then I realized this was her plan prior to me coming in, she took off her panties.  She then said something like if I needed to relief myself I could do so.   I was taken by surprise and flustered by what I had seen.  So I asked "right here"?      
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Oh, please continue! Great story thank you.

Well, when I was about 18, I came home and found my lady arelax on the couch wearing nothing but very short robe. I could look up and see her ass clearly.She was on her belly facing away. I knelt next to couch and gently lifted robe a bit and fondled her ass while jacking off.
Three more times that summer I found her arelax in her room at night naked. I usually just fondled her ass but once she was on her back and I got my finger half way into her pussy.

Continued: She looked at me and said: "I think you know the answer to that don't you"? I'm not sure how i reacted,,,i was likely embarrassed. She did say that she was happy to see that i was responding toward the female body, and that she had at times thought that i was gay based upon my mannerisms. I left her room, and went to my own, and immediately exploded streams of cum, reflecting on what i had just observed.

Weeks went by without much of anything out the the ordinary. There were a few things here and there where it was clear she enjoyed me running errands more and more, which included things such as picking up kotex, panty liners, etc. Also, i was asked to rub her feet while watching TV on several occasions. During these times i was always going for peeks, but wasn't getting much of a view. Perhaps a panty shot here and there. I just remember enjoying pleasing her though.

It was now Winter, and i had started to date more and more, i could drive, and was getting more freedom. My mom was cool about me dating, and was always curious about my interactions. She was very clear to me that i was to treat women with respect, have them in on time, etc. There was one girl who i was dating more and more, and was spending a lot of time with. I remember a particular discussion i had with my mom, prior to a date. My mom was very curious on what we had been doing sexually, which at this point was mostly just kissing. She was saying, that i needed to be careful about sex, and talked with me about condoms, if we were going to engage in that type of behavior. She even supplied me with condoms. We then discussed how important that my panty secret was to remain our secret, and non of these women at this age would have any understanding. I had a clear understanding that our secret was to remain a secret. She also gave me the scoop on how some girls tease, and that if i wasn't going to get any release, that it could be painful, and that she recommended that i masturbate prior to heading out on a date. In particular she said, it would likely make me more of a gentleman. In some ways i felt she was not just asking but telling me to do so. In particular one time, prior to a date she asked if i had done my little duty. I said no, and she asked me to come up to her room, in a somewhat stern voice. She reiterated how she was concerned about pregnancy, and that she'd rather have to wash dirty panties, then have me get a girl pregnant. With that she opened the panty drawer and said, "you know what i need you to do, and leave the evidence in the hamper." This was kind of a new type of game i felt, in a way she was being more controlling, but i also felt jealousy aspects. Well, after she left the room, here i was in her room all alone, panty drawer open, feeling somewhat mad about her control, but also sensed some erotic aspects to her telling me to beat off in her room. i also sensed she was right outside of the door, and wondered if she would walk in. I went to the panty drawer, and decided to go to her side of the drawer and pick out the sexiest pair of panties i could. i still recall these were called Olga panties, very lacy, pure while, pretty panties, and i laid on the bed and began masturbating with only her attire on. i was taking my time, cause i wanted her to walk in. So here i was, beating off, on her side of the bed, wearing her panties, wondering if she would walk in on me any second.
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Willing to accept feedback. Sorry I'm mostly writing from iPhone so writing may be cryptic. This story is 85% real, with the 15% added for memory lag. My lady is deceased.
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By the way I'm mid 40s cuck wannabe. Wife knows fantasy, role-plays at times is all. Another detail, which my mom was right, the panty fetish isn't well understood by most women. Which I'm sure many of you know!!
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Continued:  so there I sat playing with my cock in her bed, wondering if any second, she would walk in.  I was feeling her control over me, and I could hear her right outside the door, or maybe I imagined it?  I could hear pressure up against the door, perhaps she was listening? I stroked harder and and couldn't hold on and spurted on my tummy up above to my face.   I laid in relief, and I'm sure she must of heard me.  I took off her panties, and wiped up my cum with the silk.   I got dressed, and I then heard her saying I was going to be late.  I put on my clothes, but wanted to put the panties in a unique place, I wanted to put on her pillow, but decided on just the hamper as she suggested.  I also thought about handing them to her!!   I left the room, panty drawer still open, and cum filled Olga panties in hamper.  As I left she gave me a kiss on cheek, just like any lady.
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So dating continued with various girls.  And so did this routine of required masturbation prior to date.  This was kind of a strange ritual that emerged in an odd way, that somehow excited me even more than a date.  I'll get into that in more detail.  In this part of story, I want to share my moms discussion with me on pleasing women.  So we were having a sex discussion, mostly about what I thought women enjoy.  I was prob fairly basic in my understanding, and my lady went on to ask me if I had tasted a woman's vagina.  I said no, but knew about it.  She said to me that it was what I needed to be good at to be a good lover, and that this is how women achieve climax, not to mention it's safe sex.   She described to me how many of my male friends will discuss this as gross, but that it was truly a task I would love. She then got out the sex books again, the vaginal diagram, and showed me the key areas to lick and please.  In particular showing me how a clit was similar to my cock, and the areas to focus on, but this would take a lot of practice.   I was wondering if she was going to show me her own vagina like she had in the past, for comparative notes, but it didn't seem like it would happen.  She then discussed the taste and scent of a vagina.  That this is where some boys gets grossed out and it's was just wrong.   She then asked if I ever sniffed some of her used panties, which she knew I did....       
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This is a very hot story and has the ring of truth about it, unlike many of the fantasy stories that dominate this forum. I have long been interested in these relationships, perhaps the most sordid type of sex perversions that exist besides beastilality.
While I think it's more common for a male to be involved as the initiator, I don't think it's all that uncommon for a female to engage in this. Women who are very sexual and love sucking and fucking would surely be curious about their misters development and interest in sex. Having seen their mister's cock most of his life, I'm sure that some women have fondled them during their younghood at some point.
In my own experience, I know of one such woman who has been a fuckbuddy of mine for over 25 years. I have posted some of Connie's exploits elsewhere in this forum......

https://www.cuckoldplace.com/35_43278_1.html

As some of you know, Connie is a complete slutpig and is always thinkig about men and sex. She told me a few times about exposing herself to her two misters. She matter of factly detailed how she would wear a sheer nightie with no undies around the house during their early years when her husband wasn't around. She never really admitted that she got excited doing this or purposely exposed herself directly to them but admitted during my questioning that they most certainly had seen her tits and cunt. Years later, when I brought up the subject again, she revealed that she had often showered with each boy separately. Knowing her to be such a slut, I know she got off on doing this and letting them see her completely naked but she refused to admit that it aroused her in any way. I guess it was her way of justifying what she had done. I prodded her to tell me if any touching was involved but she never admitted that any took place.
Here are a few photos of Connie and what her boys got to see..........

Let me give a bit more background as well on what what happening in the family. About at the time i was 17, my parents had been separated and were now divorced. I really never knew the circumstances behind the divorce, but i could see as an adult, it wasn't a good relationship. Also, another bit of background, i was the youngest in the family, and it was likely they had waited till i was adult age to get a divorce. I really don't know if there was any cuckolding type of relationship. My man had submissive elements, but i really not sure if there was an agreement. Also, the only time i had ever known for a fact that my mom was cheating, was described in first part of this narrative, when i found the cum filled panties in her purse.

So, it's now just my Mother and myself in the home. I'm now 17 or close to the age. My lady had changed some, but mostly toward academics, in particular feminist topics. The house had a variety of literature, in fact books like "the natural superiority of women" was one of her favorites. I was encouraged to read the literature, sometimes we would share books, and she loved the discussion and challenging traditional male authority. During our discussions, she would sometimes get into sexual topics, which of course i always enjoyed. One area she seemed to be reaching into was verbal offense, well at least touching the subject or at least flirting with it. For example, there was one time when we were discussing various types of men in the world. Ones that are more assertive and ones more passive were her terms. She asked me which type of man i thought i was. I really didn't know, but pushed for an answer. I thought of myself at times as being a go getter, i liked to read, liked sports, etc. So i said i was assertive. She was like "perhaps" but do you think aggressive men go to their mom's panty drawer? I was kind of confused. She went into more detail: here you are on a friday night, and your here with me honey. She also, talked a bit about who my best friends were, which for the most part were all female. Which was true. I tended to like to hang out with women more than men. I enjoyed the discussion aspect with females, just like i do to this day. She also talked a bit about my dating behaviors, that i was much more of a gentleman than most boys. She also detailed one of my relationships with a girl, who already had a boyfriend. This was a girl who i really cared about. We talked on the phone a lot, but she had a boyfriend. She said to me, that aggressive boys, aren't that way. She then added, with sensitivity "you know you're not a typical type of boy, and that's a good thing".

With that, she said for me to go get some lotion to rub her feet while we watched TV. I can still smell the lotion to this day, and as i sat down on the couch, she had her robe on, and as i rubbed her feet, i sensed the sensuality behind rubbing feet. That in a way, i could see how i could excite her by rubbing various areas of her feet. As i was rubbing i could see her open her robe some, and saw her vagina totally open, red, swollen. She saw me looking, and covered up some but allowed me to continue. She then shocked me and said to go pick out a pair of panties. I was wondering what this was all about, and i thought she was wanting me to wear for her, perhaps jerk off for her. I went upstairs to the panty drawer, pinked out some pink ones, on my side of the drawer, and then came downstairs with them in my hand. She had me hand them to her, and said,,cute ones, but these are yours right. I said yes. She said that she needed to cover up some, and said these will do, and she put them on, with a 4 second look at her full pussy. She then said, ok, rub my feet more....which i did, and got full exposure of her pink pantied crotch.
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Continuing: her glimpses and teasing continued, but that is where it ended. In retrospect, she did know where the line was and didn't stray. She would push the line to edge now and then, but not that far. After about a year after her divorce new era began which was a new twist. I think at this time i was going to community college, hanging out with more friends, and studying, working etc. She started to meet men. At first it was a date here and there, where the guys would come over and pick her up. i was so busy, and engaging with friends, and our little playful things seemed to be coming to an end. I did notice that the types of guys she was dating were younger, so closer to 30-35 age range, which kind of tripped me out. I do have to admit a bit of jealousy was emerging at times. She would be coming in late, seemed like she was takeing more, and just a bit irresponsible. One thing i had noticed is that she wasn't having the guys stay at our home, and in general, seemed like she was hanging out at their apartments.

I hadn't been to the panty drawer in sometime...and one day i was all alone. I was feeling excited so i wanted to explore some. So i went up to her room, and first thing i had noticed was there was no divider anymore. That tripped me out cause i thought it was her way of telling me that the fun was over. My eyes continued to go through the drawer though and i discovered a lot of new attire, very naughty, much more erotic than i had ever seen before. This included things like crotchless panties, bras with nipple holes, garter belts, etc. I did notice that she was working out a lot more, and seemed to taking care of herself more. Not that she was going downhill, but she was much more of a hardbody now. I took more inventory of the drawer and all of the sex books were gone as well. It was kind of like it was over type of thing. Feeling more curious, i decided to go to her hamper. It was full of laundry so i started to look through it in detail. I found a couple of pair of typical panties i was used to seeing in the past...and did some checking, which smelled like her,,,which of course was always arousing. Then i found a pair of some newer naughty panties. Thong G string like, which she had never had before at home. i then examined the panty crotch, which was dry and crusted, with no doubt the smell of semen. I was immediately taken back to the first time i had smelled her semen filled panties in her purse that one day. Mixed with the similar feelings though...a bit of betrayal, but a lot of excitement. I immediately pulled my cock out to jerk off while i inhaled her scent, with the other mans...and came within a minute. i put the panties back in the hamper, i wiped up my mess with them. I then wondered how i could power a discussion by doing something naughty. To be continued.
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So, my decision was to mess up her panty drawer to power a discussion. it was typically neat and tidy, which i basically decided to make it known i had been there. It didn't take long for her to notice, and open up the discussion. She had come home, said goodnight, and went to bed, and the next morning over breakfast we spoke. She said she had noticed i had been back to the panty drawer and that we needed to discuss, which i nodded. She said it had been sometime since i had been exploring, and that she thought i had aged out of it, with her being involved. She said that she still had all of the panties that were on my side, but that i might need to keep those on in my room from now on if i was wanting that. I was kind of upset, and in a way jealous which she picked up on. She said that she was seeing other men now, and sexually active, and poked at me a bit, and i think you know that don't you. I said I didn't know. She then said the men she is with mean nothing to her, that she has a strong sex drive at her age, and that she needed her fix. She then noted with sympathy, that I needed to accept that, but that i was special to her. It was all very confusing to me. She then said that I really needed to stay out of her drawer from now on, that her men wouldn't understand. That was kind of a hard blow, but she did say that i needed to find a woman that i could be with, that understood my desires, but that I needed to be careful in sharing all information. She actually finding a more dominant type of woman, educated, and liberated. She did say that at times she felt bad that she may of been too naughty with me, but that she felt that it was necessary to share who she thought i was. At this time she even said to me that i should explore my sexuality some, but that emotionally she thought i was heterosexual. We hadn't talked about that in a long time, and so i was kind of taken aback. She then asked if i had been with any guys. I said no. She then said, it's just something i think you might want to explore. Still i was in kind of a shock. She then also said that she may be inviting dates over to the house more often, that she was primarily keeping them away until she had a talk with me. She noted how i was to be respectful and kind to the men that were coming over.
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So the tone was kind of set. It was a shift in policy is how i took it. And I didn't know how to take it. So now i was starting to meet the guys coming over. These type of men were typically 30s to 40s, gym type of guys, built well, and you could tell "playing the field type". When a date came over, i'd typically see them briefly and then go hide in my room, or take off in my car. I felt somewhat depressed in a way. But as time moved on i got more used to what was happening. It seemed like she was juggling about 3 guys at any given time. Maybe about 2 dates per week. No one was relaxing over, but while in front of the TV, i could hear them giggling and having fun, and then some making out, and then they would leave. I think there was still a boundary she wasn't willing to break while i was there,,,which was having sex in the bedroom, or having them spend the night as well.

I did see some behavior come out in the open, prior to a date, her getting ready, pampering herself in the mirror, and being more friendly with me. Somewhat engaging me in the process, which i kind of felt odd about but went with the flow. Some of this included having me fetch her lipstick, or other make up, or bring up laundry from the dryer which had some of her lingerie. I did she her giving me a few more peeks, and in particular she was having me zip up her dress in the back, sometimes asking for comments, which i was handing out more and more.

When she would come home i'd listen for her, and what she was doing. I was getting more curious about looking at her panties post date. It was something that i could never find though, which was curious to me. If she was hiding the panties from me, etc. I just didn't know. And it did cross my mind she may not be wearing them or she was leaving them over at her guys house.
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One weekend night, i heard my mom come home with one of her guys. I was in my bedroom, pretending to be arelax, it was about midnight. i could hear them takeing some downstairs laughing etc. Then they came up to her room, which was across from mine. She knocked on my door to call out my name, and i didn't answer. She peeked in, and i had eyes shut. She shut the door and they went into her room. This is a thin walled house, and i could hear moaning immediately, and a rocking to the bed. I then heard terms like "suck it good baby" which was thrilling, but odd at same time. i then could hear the bed rolling hard, and some yelling out by her, saying things like "it's so big" and "harder" and "give me your cum" and then silence and 20 minutes later a repeat, and probably another repeat. Till about 2-3 am in morning. During this time i would pace myself with them having sex, shooting cum several times throughout the night. My mom must of been so horny, this night cause i heard her with a vibrator after he had left. It was like she couldn't get enough of anything.

The next morning, she and i both slept in, and woke up around noon, she looked a little hungover, and she still hadn't showered. I heard her talking on the phone with one guy, and she wanted to come over, but i think he had given her a no. She just seemed very fidgety, and then i heard in up in her room again, turning on the vibrator. I know that she had just started some hormone treatment and I had heard that can up a sex drive. But this seemed like she was on fire, and nothing could put it out. After she was done with the vibrator, she came out in her robe again, and asked if i wanted to watch TV. Which i said sure.
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Thank you for a very interesting post - this is compulsive reading.

more! please?

So we sat down on couch together.  It had been a long time since we had conversed much without some hurtful discourse.   It was likely a Sunday and we were watching football which she enjoyed, and I was so so on it.  I could sense how tense she was just by being her mister for all these years.  So she eventually broke the ice and asked if I would rub her feet.  I went to grab the lotion and she said it was by her nightstand in the bedroom.  As I ventured into her room, which it had been some time, I looked around in her bed where her man took her the night before.   The smell of pussy and semen was overwhelming, and i looked at her bed and I saw wet spots in 3 areas of the bed which I smelt and touched with excitement.   I found the lotion where it typically was, but wanted a few more looks around.  I opened her hamper and found a red g string, soaked with semen and her juices.  These were her new type of panties.  Again I smelled and even tasted like a fine wine.  I felt like a dog, on a hunt, and desperate.  I found one other item, a restraint type of device on the headboard and was somewhat terrified that she was allowing men to lock her up.  I had to get out of there before she saw my loitering.  I came back downstairs with the lotion and began my foot massage treatment.   

As I rubbed her feet, we had some simple talk to start the conversation.  She talked some about her date the night before, and how he was kind of an asshole to her.  Made me wonder why she called him that morning but I didn't ask.  She then mentioned that I was sound arelax when she came in last night, but looked so tired.  I sensed her probing on me, which I let her have some exploration. Since she started dating, I felt she was into comparing me in ways to these other men.  I didn't know it was her humiliating me for some type of sexual gratification, but we seemed to feed off each other in an odd way.  She said to me, I think you were faking relax last night weren't you? I nodded.  She continued, so you heard us throughout the night.  I nodded. She then asked for the count of how many times they had sex.  I said, I think 4 times.  She lol, and asked how it made me feel.   I didn't know how to respond so I shrugged.  She then asked, if I beat off last night.  I said yes.  And she asked how many times.   I said about 4 times and we both started laughing.....
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