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Title: Friends Mom
I've been friends with Garrett since when we were back in middle school together. We're now in our mid twenties and still hang out, although not as often as we used to. He still lives at home with his parents and single sister of 24 because he has nothing better yet and enjoys the free room and board. I wouldn't either.
Anyway, his mother's name is Karen. She's the librarian at a local elementary school and works part time at a horse saddlery shoppe. She's in her mid fifties and is a little bigger around the belly, but of course time does that to you. She has short light brown hair, with signs of gray, and average sized breasts. An attractive woman in her prime, as I have seen pictures. She was once a cheerleader even. I had never found her to be sexually attractive until a fateful moment in time. It is because of her that I have found a facination with panties and my life has changed forever because of her.
It was at Garrett's birthday party, as I can recall. We all were goofing around, like little boys always did. I believe the main group of us were downstairs playing Sega Genesis at the time. One of the other kids was using the bathroom downstairs in the basement and I had to piss so I was forced to go and use the one on the main level. It just so happend that that bathroom was also right next to the laundry room. Now, before then I had never had any curiosity about women's underthings but something sparked as I walked by the open room. There, all thrown about on the floor, were a shamble of clothing. I noticed a bra and a few other things mixed in. On the inside of a pair of jeans there showed a little white lacy thing and it got the best of me. I looked to see if anyone was around to see me and quickly snatched it and shoved into my pocket. I then proceeded to do my thing in the bathroom like I originally intended. As I was pissing, I pulled out the garment which I had just taken. It was a pair of white Christian Dior, size 7. There was a lace trim around the front which extended all the way down to the crotch. I can't believe I still remember all this. I examined the pair very closely and noticed a small, yellowish stain on the front of the crotch. It was crusty and hard. I noticed also that it ran in the form of two small, indistinct lines until the back part of the crotch where there was a small, brown stain. Well, I didn't know what else to do but to put up to my face.
The smell was unbelievable, and as I am sure, many of you men know what that is. I had never experienced the smell of a woman's intimate parts until then. It nearly floored me, and I about shat myself. It was an unusual aroma of sweetness, mingled in the the musk of perspiration and the unmistakable tang of urine. The smell was increasingly more overwhelming toward the center of the crotch and it became more unpleasent near the brown spot (which I have grown to enjoy now). I put down the toilet seat and sat with this wonderful piece of heaven in my hands. Never had I been so horny in all my life (which I can now attribute to the hormones and pheromones that were left in those secretions). I spent what seemed like forever in the bathroom, enjoying myself with Karen's panties. I sniffed and but was hesitant to lick them (it would be years later before I would taste her juices). I came. I washed up. And I pocketed the panties.
Sad part is whilst downstairs playing around, the panties came out of my pocket (no one knew it did) and everyone was all grossed out by it. Karen came down and retrieved them. Everyone blamed the dog. Damned luck. But I sure as hell enjoyed them while I had them. ANd, of course, this was the beginning of a wonderful relationship between me and Karen's panties.
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