She sure had me thinking now. I don’t think I had ever really understood what that clear stuff was. I thought it was just cum that was leaking out before I shot my wad. And yes, I had noticed it was real slippery and sometimes a lot came out. Hell, I didn’t know my Mom was so cool and knew so much about sex and she was willingly telling me all of this. Unfortunately, the side effect it had on my aching cock didn’t help my situation at all. Now it wasn’t only aching, it was throbbing and straining against my jeans so that all I wanted to do now was run to my room and jack myself off!
But instead, I decided it would be better to show some appreciation for telling me all of this and not being mad at me about the panties. “Mom, in the last 30 minutes, you’ve told me more about the female body and the male body than I ever knew. I’ve heard some of this in Health class and some from my friends, but, everything you’ve told me makes sense. If I would have known you would be so open about it, I would have come to you a long time ago. Thanks, Mom.”
Mom smiled the warm smile I’ve seen so many times and held her arms out to me. As she hugged me, she said “Bobby, I told you I wasn’t going to pry about the panties I found in your drawer, but, in light of our conversation, can we talk about that for a minute?”
I tried to pull back out of the hug, but, she held on to me and said “No, you stay right where you are….. I think we can be completely honest with each other now, can’t we? It’ll be just between us, I promise.”
Fear went through my mind, but, there was a glimmer of hope that I wasn’t going to get chastised and all she wanted to do was talk. So far, she had been understanding and very open with me and a new bond of trust had been created between us, so, I nodded ‘yes’ and told her we could talk about the panties.
“Okay,” she started, “first question then, were you using those panties when you masturbated?”
I tried to pull back out of the hug again, but she kept me pulled into her and said “Come on… just answer the question…. yes or no?”
“Yes.” I answered shamefully.
She pulled back and looked at me. “See,” she said, “that wasn’t so hard was it? Besides, given the fact they were covered with your sperm, it was pretty obvious to me anyway. Thank you for being honest about it.”
When I turned my eyes away from her and didn’t say anything she added “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Bobby. Remember when I told you I thought a young man’s interest in female underwear was sort of normal?”
I finally looked at her, nodding my head that I remembered she said that.
“Next,” she said, “can you tell me exactly what you were doing with them? How you were using them?”
“Mom!” I said, “are you trying to embarrass me more than I already am?”
“No, Bobby,” she answered, “I’m not trying to embarrass you at all. I’m trying to understand, and I think I’ve been pretty frank and open with you and I think I deserve the same in return. I already told you this was just between us, so I don’t know what you’re getting so defensive about. You’re not going to get in any trouble I just want to know.”
She pulled me back into her hug and I felt her rubbing my back as she held me in her warmth. “Go ahead and tell me, Bobby. I’ll just hold you like this and you can tell me everything. Come on, don’t close up on me now…..”
I stood there, and stood there, and stood there until she told me she was going to keep hugging me until I answered her question. Finally I asked “Will you promise not to get mad at me or tell Dad?”
“Yes,” she said, “I promise. This is just between us, I give you my word.”
“Okay then,” I began, “I was smelling them and wrapping them around my…. uh, you know… down there…. and then doing it.” I waited for her to gasp or throw me away from her or yell, but, there was no reaction for a few seconds. Then, I felt her rubbing my back again and she said “So, while you were masturbating you were smelling the panties and wrapping them around your penis?”
“Yes,” I said, “are you shocked or mad?”
She laughed and kissed my cheek. “No, Bobby, I’m not shocked or mad at you. Why would I be?”
“I don’t know,” I said, “I just guessed you were telling me all that other stuff to get me to tell you why I had the panties so you could lecture me, or something….”
“I’m surely not going to tell you how you should or shouldn’t masturbate, Bobby,” she said, “I think different things turn different people on and if this is what brings you pleasure, then okay. I’ll just remind you to be careful so that your sister and father don’t catch on, okay?”
“You’re really not mad at me?” I asked her.
“No, Bobby, of course not. But, I’ve got a few more questions I would like to ask, though.”
“Fuck!” I though. “When is this going to end… what now?”
She must have picked up on my body language and pulled me to sit down at the table with her. She sat down next to me and as I looked at all the panties still strewn across the table she started in again….
“So, that’s it?” she asked. “You’re just smelling them and wrapping them around yourself as you masturbate?”
I nodded ‘yes’.
“Well,” she said, “I just wanted to know. I didn’t know if you were wearing them or showing them to your friends, or what.”
“Mom,” I replied, “Believe it or not, I’ve never worn them, and I haven’t told my friends anything. None of us ever talk about how we jackoff!”
“Actually, Bobby,” she said, “I wouldn’t care if you were wearing them, but, I would care if you were sharing your sister’s or my panties with your friends. I think that would be a pretty big invasion of privacy and breech of trust.”
Then she added, “Are you telling me the truth, you haven’t worn any of them? Neither mine or your sister’s?”
“No!” I answered. “I swear! I’ve never even thought about that.”
“Okay,” Mom said, “I’m just a little surprised by that, but, I believe you.”
“Why does that surprise you, Mom?” I asked, “Did you think I was a homo or something?”
“Bobby, whether you know it or not,” she said, “it’s actually fairly common for men, or for that matter, boys, to want to wear female underwear.”
“Plus,” she added, “I don’t think that would make you a ‘homo’ anyway. All I’m saying is that if you did, I wouldn’t care. I just wouldn’t want your sister or your father to catch you. And if you wanted to try it to see if you liked it or not, I might be able to help you….. that’s all I’m saying.”
She just looked at me after she finished speaking…. like she was waiting for me to say something. When I didn’t speak, she continued, saying “Well, I was pretty sure you were using them to ejaculate into, especially with all the dried sperm that was on them. I’m curious about one thing, though…. Do you mind answering one more question for me?”
“Why not,” I answered, “you know everything already, I might as well….. what do I have to lose now… go ahead and ask.”
“Bobby, one of those pairs of panties didn’t have any sperm spots or stickiness. What were you doing with those?
Well, if she wasn’t shocked before, then I guess it was okay to tell her the rest of the truth. I looked at her and gathering up as much courage as I could, I said “Those were the ones I was smelling. The other ones I was wrapping around my, uh…. penis.”
“Did you know those panties were mine, Bobby?” she asked.
I looked down, averting my eyes because I couldn’t look at her as I answered. “Yes.”
She sat there for a minute. I could tell she was contemplating my answer and the ramifications of my confession. I started to wonder how she felt about me sniffing her panties while I was jacking off. Was she going to lose her cool, or, would she take it in stride like everything else we had talked about.
“Am I in trouble now?” I asked.
“No, Bobby,” she said softly. “I’m just, uh….. how should I say it, well…. I guess I’m flattered by it…. I guess I’m shocked a little bit, too.”
I sat back in my chair, pulling away and turning my eyes from her. She reached out and caught my arm as I tried to move away saying, “Oh, Bobby don’t worry, I’m not shocked at you….. I’m shocked at myself… for what I was thinking just now.”
When I looked up at her, her hand started to squeeze my arm and said “Thank you for telling me that, though. I can’t tell you how that makes me feel, Sweetheart. It makes me feel very special.”
She laughed and absentmindedly picked up one of the pairs of dirty panties lying out on the table where we were sitting. “Bobby,” she said, “we’ve got to get back to the laundry… and this stuff needs to go in the washer and we need to wrap this up before Linda and your father get home from the store…”
I nodded my head up and down and started to get up from the table. Once we were both standing, she turned to me and putting her hands on my shoulders said “But, before we put all these in the washer, I was just thinking that all this talk about panties and wetness and masturbation might have excited you to a boiling point.”
She went on, “What I’m trying to say is this, Bobby…. If, uh…. you wanted to pick one of these pairs of panties and relieve yourself…. well, you could do that. But, you’d have to hurry.”
Gesturing to the pile of silky panties on the table I asked “Mom, did you just say I could pick one of these and take them to my room and masturbate with them?”
“Well,” she said, “that’s not exactly what I said. But, you got some of it right. What I meant was….. you could pick one of these and masturbate yourself, but you would have to do it here. We’re really short on time, Bobby.”