I was at my mother-in-law’s house for a holiday weekend with my wife and our two children. It’s an older home on a lake, the perfect getaway. Megan, her mom, is a stunningly beautiful woman in her early 60s. With long, straight blonde-brown hair brushing her shoulders, bright green eyes, and a warm smile that lights up any room. She works out with friends doing Pilates, yoga, walking, and she’s the kind of woman who always freshens up before company arrives. If I’m honest, she’s always turned me on a little. Her husband passed before my wife and I met; he left her very well off, so she’s comfortable and taken care of.
On the second day, my wife took the kids to meet an old friend for a mom-and-kid playdate. I was happy to stay behind, relax, and enjoy the lake after a long week in construction. Megan was heading out too, to a coffee date with her ladies’ group. Once everyone left, I decided to jump in the shower and clean up. I toweled off, then went to drop the towel in the laundry hamper.
In the hamper, I noticed three beautiful satin bikini panties: one navy, one black, and one pink. The fabric was so shiny it almost looked wet. Megan had a sexy side, no boring granny panties here. My mind raced like I’d struck gold. I’ve had a panty fetish for a while. Married life and kids mean I haven’t indulged much lately, but my wife and I have an active sex life, so my needs usually get met. Still, old habits die hard.
I reached down and lifted the panties from the hamper, running my hands over them one by one. The slippery, cool satin felt incredible against my palms. I brought each pair to my nose and smelled clean soap and jasmine lotion, just like Megan. Heavenly. My cock started swelling. When I got to the navy ones, they were still a little damp, probably slipped off right before she dressed for the day. In my horny state, I pressed my tongue to the wet spot. My cock jumped hard as the sweet, musky taste of her pussy flooded my mouth, warm and tangy from her body heat.
Guilt flickered, but the horniness erased it instantly. I was alone for hours. I had to take advantage.
I gathered my treasures and headed back to the guest room. The door wouldn’t latch properly. It stayed open a crack. I tried to force it shut, then gave up. I was alone. I had time.
I stripped off my shorts and T-shirt, tossing them aside like trash. I chose the black ones first. I slid them on slowly. The lace trim at the waistband and the seam up the back glided across my skin, electrifying. The smooth, cool satin hugged my balls just right, the seam pulling snug into my ass crack and teasing my hole. My cock, rock-hard now, poked past the waistband, the lace edge tickling the sensitive underside of the head. A thick bead of precum welled at the tip, then rolled slowly down my shaft, cooling before soaking into the satin.
I saved the pink pair to stroke with. If I came on them, it might be less noticeable. The navy ones I kept close; I wanted to keep licking them, fantasizing about eating Megan’s pussy.
I lay back on the bed, legs spread, black panties now bunched at the base of my cock. I stroked my seven-inch length with the pink satin in one hand as the slippery glide felt perfect up and down. My other hand rubbed my balls through the black fabric, then slid lower to tease my asshole with the seam. My tongue lapped at the damp navy crotch while I inhaled her deep, musky scent. The sensations were overwhelming. I was trying to make it last.
“I’m glad you’re making yourself comfortable,” Megan cooed from the doorway.
I froze. Panic surged. I scrambled to pull a blanket over myself, but she was already leaning in the frame, watching. I hadn’t heard her come home. My face burned. “I… I… ah…” No words came.
Her expression wasn’t angry, just curious, softening into a slight smile. “You obviously enjoy my panties.”
I could only nod, mortified.
“Have you done this in my house with my things before? Don’t lie.”
Finding my voice, hoarse, I managed, “This is the first time here, with your stuff. I’ve been into it for years.”
The faint creak of the floorboard had been my only warning. Now she stepped closer, eyes never leaving me. “Don’t stop on my account.”
She moved toward the bed and gently tugged the blanket away. I started to protest. She cut in, stern but playful, “My house, my panties. I get the show. Let’s go.”
I started stroking again. Somehow it felt even more erotic with her watching. Embarrassment twisting into heat. She watched as she unbuttoned her green-and-cream tweed jacket, laying it across the chair. Next came the cream silk blouse, eyes still locked on my hand moving in her panties.
Underneath was a purple satin demi-bra trimmed in lace, her breasts pushed high and spilling slightly over the cups. I’d seen them in bikinis on the boat, but this was so much hotter. She reached back, unzipped the matching tweed skirt, and let it slide down her nylon-covered legs.
“Wow,” I breathed.
She stood there in the matching purple satin-and-lace panties and integrated-garter nylons. Her body looked years younger than her age. She blushed faintly, meeting my eyes. “How do you like them when I have them on?”
“You’re hotter than I could ever imagine.”
She smiled, voice husky. “Amanda’s a lucky girl. You have a beautiful cock.”
I stroked faster, excitement spiking.
“Slow down,” she said, crawling up the bed between my legs. “We don’t want this to end before we get started.”
Her nails dragged lightly across my inner thighs, then over my panty-covered balls. Electricity shot through me. She continued up my body, satin bra brushing my chest, until she kissed me deeply, passionately. Her tongue finding mine greedily. She moved higher, burying my face in her cleavage. I inhaled her jasmine perfume and warm skin.
“Leave the lingerie on,” I managed, mind swirling.
She laughed softly, lustful. “You really are a lingerie pervert, aren’t you?”
She ground her panty-covered pussy against my panty-covered cock. Satin sliding on satin, slick and obscene. It was almost too much.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.
Quicker than I expected, she slapped my cock lightly, just enough to stop the edge. “Not until I tell you to,” she said sternly.
She slid higher until her knees framed my head, hovering over my face. I could see the wet spot darkening her purple satin, feel the heat radiating, smell her beautiful musky arousal. She pulled the crotch aside. Her bare pussy glistened above my mouth with lips swollen, dripping.
“Lick me, baby,” she breathed. “Taste how wet you made me… how much I loved watching you rub your cock in my panties.”
I dove in, tongue flat, lapping deep. She moaned low, then louder, “Oh god, it’s been so long,” unrestrained, echoing off the walls. I reached up, massaging her breasts through the satin bra, thumbs circling her hard nipples. She arched. My hands slid down her sides, squeezed her satin-covered ass, fingers kneading the glossy fabric before slipping under the leg holes to circle her asshole slowly.
She moaned louder. Her juices ran down my chin. I coated a finger in her wetness, then gently pushed into her ass. She bucked harder, grinding against my face.
“Fuck… yes… finger my ass while you eat me… deeper, baby!”
Her hand flew to her clit, rubbing frantic circles. I thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy. Her walls pulsed, ass clenching around my finger. Her moans turned to whimpers, hips rocking faster, thighs trembling. The orgasm hit like a wave, sudden, shattering. She came hard, flooding my mouth, body convulsing. I lapped greedily, catching every drop as her pussy spasmed around my tongue and her ass gripped my finger. A second, then a third wave rolled through her. She gasped my name, thighs clamping my head, then collapsed forward, hands braced on the headboard, breathing ragged.
After a long moment, skin flushed, she slid down my body and kissed me deep, tasting herself on my lips, slow and greedy.
Her panties stayed pulled aside, crotch soaked and clinging. She positioned herself over my steel-hard cock and sank down slowly, inch by inch, taking me fully. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and pulsing from her orgasms, fluttering around every ridge and vein.
“I feel every inch of you filling me completely,” she whispered, exhausted but hungry.
She rode slow at first. Deep, deliberate circles, satin panties brushing my thighs with every rise and fall. Her eyes burned with raw need. “After watching you stroke in my panties… after coming on your face… I’m on fire. Fuck me.”
She leaned down, kissing me messy and deep, tongues sliding. “Fuck me while you’re still wearing my panties… feel how wet I am from watching you… how tight I am for you…”
She picked up speed, riding harder, faster, her pussy clenching rhythmically. I gripped her satin-covered ass, guiding her. She arched, reached around, and pressed the black satin seam against my asshole again, teasing while she rode. I moaned. I was close.
“Come inside me, Baby,” she gasped. “Fill me up.”
I thrust up hard, desperate. My cock swelled and pulsed. Thick, hot ropes flooding deep inside her. Pulse after pulse, she ground down, milking every drop, moaning my name as another orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed, wetness gushing, soaking us both.
We collapsed, sweaty, sticky, trembling. My cock still buried inside her, black panties soaked and clinging to my hips. Her purple panties drenched, our combined release dripping down my shaft and satin-covered balls.
We lay there quietly, spent, unable to move.
She broke the silence first. “We should clean up. Bring the clothes and join me in my shower.”
To be continued…