1. the Night Whispers Index -1


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 91, Source: xHamster

    my damp clothes into the hamper in the laundry room, bid him goodnight, and shut myself in my bedroom, taking a sl**ping pill to put a quick end to my confusing and desperate thoughts. I knew Dexter had taken my panties as soon as I went to do laundry the next morning. I remembered how I'd tossed my clothes into the hamper, my damp, creamy underwear bound up in the yoga pants, my shirt and bra on top. What I found, instead, was the yoga pants on top, no panties inside. Dexter had to have taken them in the night. I stood shaking a moment, leaning against the washer. At first, I felt embarrassment and shame. I knew what guys did with soiled panties. There was no mystery there for me. I felt horrible to know that my son had sniffed my private odors, that he'd been able to see the juices which had flowed onto the fabric and stained it. I felt my stomach turning over in recognition. Then I became angry. Dex had violated my privacy, taken something which wasn't his to take, smelled odors which no son had the right to know from his mother. I clenched my fists, my lip trembling. I became upset, ready to charge into his room and demand answers. But I held out long enough to remember how I'd masturbated to him the night before, and that kept me from rushing up to chastise him. I felt terribly guilty, and though Dex had no way of knowing I'd had those thoughts, they still colored my view of things in that moment. Mechanically, slowly, I put the clothes from the hamper into the washer ...
    and started the load, closing the lid and leaning back against it as it started to turn. I was lost, in some ways, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain how to handle any of the confusing things which had happened since the night before. Dex showed no signs of what he'd done when he finally appeared after noon. I said nothing about my panties, but after he left to go to his friend Donnie's house, I was not surprised to find my underwear in his room, balled up on the floor near the head of the bed. I picked them up and just stared at the blue fabric a moment. I felt the mix of strange and confusing emotions bubbling together as I turned them over. They were still damp. I sat on Dex's bed a moment, on the verge of tears. I don't know why I felt sad suddenly, but I did. I think maybe it was the feeling of losing control. Not just of my i****tuous thoughts or even the way my own son had certainly taken pleasure in sniffing my panties, but also of how my c***dren had gotten older, able to make their own decisions. They needed me less and less, and that hurt a lot. I wondered what would become of me when they were older still, off to college. What then for me? What then for a woman who would have passed forty, alone, and without much more than a modest career and nothing else of value in her life? I don't remember bringing the panties to my nose, but I found myself inhaling my odors. Rich, pungent, musty scents filled my nose. I recognized my own aroma, having been all-to-aware of it ...
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