Don’t Use Mom’s Panties 1

Recently published as Unknown because of my mistake…now it’s back and I have more on the way! Sorry, it’s in a series form, but that’s the only way I have time to write. This is a slow building story.

Don’t Use Mom’s Panties 1


I was home for the winter break after my first semester of college. At nineteen I had really enjoyed my time away from home. I grew up a lot that semester. I had a few dates, but nothing serious. The guys at college all just seemed to want to get drunk and screw whatever comes near them. I stayed away from that scene and focused on my grades. I was a good girl that’s for sure. But then I came home.

Mom was glad to have me at home. My younger brother was eighteen and still in his senior year of high school. He wouldn’t finish his semester exams for a few more days. Since it was just the two of us home during the day, we were able to get a lot done for the upcoming holidays.

This morning while she was volunteering at the library, I was doing the laundry to surprise her. I pushed open the door to my brother’s room and walked in to get his sheets to wash. I was immediately greeted by “man smell.” It was a mix of sweaty athletic clothes and his overpowering deodorant.

“Just take a shower more often!” I thought to myself as I pulled back his comforter and began to strip the bed. I noticed a huge pile of clothes in the corner of the room and I made a mental note to come back for them later. Anything I could do to help Mom out would be appreciated. Dad works off shore on oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico. He’s usually gone for a month, and then home for a week and then back on the rig again. This was his year to work through Christmas, so Mom wasn’t all too excited about the approaching holidays.

As I pulled the bottom sheet from the corner where it was tucked in, I actually lifted up the mattress a bit. A piece of black cloth came flying out along with the sheet when it pulled free. I bent to pick it up when I realized it was a pair of panties.

I stood there holding them for a minute. I was puzzled. How did a pair of panties end up under his mattress? Just for a minute, I was innocent in my thoughts. They must have been in with the sheet and spent the week tucked in with it when the bed was made.

Then it hit me. “Oh wow!” I said out loud to the empty room. I had finally realized that my brother had put them there on purpose. A sexual purpose!

What was he doing with them? Was he jacking off into them? Rubbing off on them? Was he wearing them? These thoughts tumbled through my brain as I turned them over in my hands. I wondered where he got them from. Some high school slut? He didn’t have a girlfriend that I knew of. I knew they weren’t mine.

I held them up to the light to give them a good look. “Shit!” I said out loud again. These were Mom’s panties! The whole world went on pause for a moment as I stood there in shock. To top it off, while holding the panties up to the light, I could see several stained spots. His cum stains!

I sat down on the bed in a stupor.