The Laundry Room Ch. 02

I put the housecoat on and wrapped it around my body. My legs were still shaking a little bit, and my heart was still beating fast, but I was OK other wise.

I had no idea just what my mother was going to say when I got to the kitchen, but since she had asked so politely and told me to come as I was dressed, I simply went. I had put my now deflated penis back in the panties and entered the kitchen from the laundry room, walked the short distance to the kitchen table and sat down, facing my mother at the counter.

"Do you feel better now Vinny?" It was said as if I had just washed my face and hands. No rancor or recrimination, anger or hostility in her voice or manner. I was both relieved and yet concerned. Her reactions so far had been so totally out of character and my expectations. I was unsure of just what to expect next. She was dressed in a pretty, pale blue flowing skirt and off white cotton blouse. While I could see her bra shape the material was opaque and hide the bra itself. Nylons, pantyhose I'm sure, were over her feet that were standing in blue pumps. She was very comfortable in her being while I was a nervous wreck wondering what would come next.

"I'm glad we'll have this chance to talk, Vinny. I was only surprised that I caught you, not that you were wearing my clothes. I've known for some time that you liked to masturbate in my lingerie. My panties were stretched and there were little stains on them. I understand how males are, that when you get an erection there seems to only one way to relieve the, what shall I say, pressure? "

I muttered a weak "uh huh' and just sat there.

"I want you to be happy, Vinny, and what ever I can do to help you be happy I want to do. Within limits, of course."

I really had no response in mind, but I did know what I liked. But, I was still in a bit of shock and both eager and afraid to really tell her.

"So, tell me, Vinny, just what do you like? And one of the limits is no physical sex between you and I. No intercourse. Or blow jobs."

Her frankness shocked me. I didn't want intercourse. I never even had that thought. Nor a blow job. That never crossed my mind. What I wanted was to be teased. Teased and a bit humiliated for wanting to play with her panties. And bras. And other lingerie. But, just how do I go about telling her?

"When I was a young woman I used to be a bit of a prick tease. On dates I'd like to get a guy hard and leave him that way, knowing he'd go home and masturbate thinking of me. I'd let guys feel me up, under my bra even, but then I'd sop them. I casually let my hand brush across their hard cocks just to be sure I was getting them hard. Then I'd insist they take me home. Of course I was horney too, so I'd jill off thinking of them stroking their cocks. We didn't have the internet then, so I had to imagine what a guy looked like jackin' off. Oh, the imagination is a wonderful thing. What do you think of that, Vinny?":

"Being a guy in that situation I know what he felt like. Frustrated and a bit angry at the purposeful teasing with no relief. But it sure made me horney and yes, I'd get off two or three times after a date like that."

"Did you use my panties to help, Vinny?"

"I did sometimes, if there were used panties in the hamper."

"Don't the girls ever give you a hand job? I started doing that because I didn't want to go home right away and I didn't want my date to be agitated and jumpy and horney. That was no fun. I know how horney I was and my friend Louise's brother told her how uncomfortable it was for guys. They used to share all kinds of things and that is where I learned more about guys at first. So, I'd rub them through their pants until they had an orgasm. I only did that a few times because it made a mess in their pants. Don't the girls do that for you, Vinny?"

This whole conversation was going faster than I had ever thought of and in a direction that I liked. "Yes, most of them do now. And Pat does it all the time now." Pat was my rather steady girlfriend.

"Don't you ever use her panties? I mean, fresh young pussy must be sweeter than old lady pussy like mine. Right? One of the other things I did to tease was really bad. I know how the female scent can get a male excited. So, I'd stick my finger in myself and brush it across my upper lip and on either side of my nose. Since we were making out he'd smell it. Sometimes I'd put in on my lips so he'd taste it. And it really worked. One time a guy shot off right in his pants when I barley brushed his cock. Oh, I was bad, Vinny. Do you hate me?"

I was beginning to relax now, the conversation was just that. No fear of recrimination or anger, just two people sharing secrets and adventures. And, it was sexy as hell, too. My flaccid dick was beginning to stir again. " I think Pat does that too. Or did that. Now she sticks her finger in and tells me to lick it when she puts it in my mouth. Her panties get all wet and she'll take them off and put that wet gusset over my cock and make me cum in them. That is so good. I just love it."

"See, it isn't so hard to talk to me is it, Vinny? Does she ever want to watch you masturbate?"

"No, she hasn't."

Well, I wanted to watch, so I'd get a guy all revved up and then stop. He'd be feeling my tits and maybe sticking his finger in my pussy. Some guys really know how to do that and most don't. They are too rough and don't even know about the clitoris. Do you know about the clitoris, Vinny?"

"Yes, I do. And I'm not rough but gentle. I like to softly brush the clit and give her an orgasm, too. And I do. So, most of your guys didn't?"

"Well, Vinny, there weren't that many guys. Maybe four until your father. He was very good."

"So, how did you get guys to jack off for you?"

"I'd just tell them that I wanted to watch. Please let me watch, I'd say. Actually, I'd do it in a rather pleading little girl kind of way. Most guys fall for that. So, I'd sit back and watch. Sometimes I'd gently fondle their balls and lightly stroke the perineum. You know, that sensitive space between your balls and rectum? And they would start stroking as I watched their hand go up and down . But what I really liked to do was watch their face and listen to the groans of sexual excitement. Even now it gets me wet.. My panties are soaking, talking to you about all this."

I am sitting in a chair, wearing her panties and bra covered in her housecoat and feeling all that feminine lingerie both physically and mentally. I am hard as a rock. I just know I am leaking pre cum.

"Vinny, I know this talk has gotten you all excited. It has me too, but boys are more susceptible to such things. And you are wearing my lingerie. My panties and bra. Would you like the panties I am wearing, Vinny? The ones that are soaked with my juices? Tell me, Vinny. Do you? Want to smell my wet panties?"

I am dry mouthed. I stutter a "ye ye yes, I d d d do."

"Of course you do. Stand up and take that housecoat off, Vinny. I want to see that hard penis tenting those panties. Do you like wearing your mothers panties, Vinny? Answer me, do you?"

"Y y yes."

"Come over here and take these panties off me."

I kneel in front of her and look up at her face.

"Sniff me, Vinny. Sniff what I have for you. Lick my panties, Vinny. Lick your wet mothers panties and get a taste of her pussy."

Eagerly I sniff and lick.

"Now, pull them down. Just half way, Vinny, but don't touch me."

I get them half way down and stop at her knees.

"Do you want my panties, Vinnie? Do you want to sniff and lick that wet spot? You do, don't you. You want my panties to play with? To sniff? Do you want to lick them Vinny? Do you want to lick and taste all that wet from your mommies dripping pussy?"

She has pushed the panty crotch at my face, and I lick it.

"Now, sit back and jack off for me, Vinny. I want to see you spurt cum."

I am sitting on my heels and stroke my very rigid cock but once or twice and start spurting cum. Some lands on her legs and feet.

"Are you having fun, Vinny? Do you like cumming for your mother? Do you like mommy watching you jerk off in her panties? Oh, I know you do, Vinny. I can see that you do."

A few minutes go by as I recover from one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. My breathing returning to normal as my heart rate slows down. I am spent, sitting like a gelatinous mass held somewhat upright by having a rigid skeleton inside.

"That's a good boy, Vinnie. Maybe I'll let you jack off for me again. I bet you'd like that. You've been a good boy. Now, go get dressed in your own clothes."

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