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graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between

underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. It may

contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts that

could be highly offensive to almost every reader.

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This is my first story that I have published with ASSTR. I hope that you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. It was inspired by a lady that I met chatting on line. Yes, she has read it and she said it made her so hot she could not keep her hands out of her panties. If you like it or have constructive criticism email me at [email protected]. This is my original work and so as such I have full copy write rights to it. If you really like it and want to spread it around please let me know we can talk and for a $mall inve$tment you too can $pread $ome of my $ick $tories around.

My crazy life

By the Crabby Old Man(F,m,inc,crossdressing)

Hello, my name is Michelle. My life has done a crazy flip in the past few weeks. If I don’t write it all down I think I will loose my mind. I feel safe putting it down in here because I have changed all the names to protect the (not so) innocent, and no one here would know me any way.

I am 38 years old and in my second marriage. I have kept my self in shape and work out four times a week or more. I brought two kids into this marriage and my husband had two also. My kids are a girl 12 and a boy 10, my step kids are boy 16 and girl 13. My husband is 40 and I think he is still a rather studly guy.

So much for generals in the people of the house. A couple of weeks ago my husband got sent over seas for his office, well that is one way to put it. He is in the military and was sent over seas on a 6 month deployment. I was in tears the night that he told me. It did not stop me from fucking him into a coma, but it was killing me. I fucked him every night for the next few weeks, and I would not let him out of bed most mornings until I got a good breakfast from his spout. All too soon the day came, and with tears streaking my face, I kissed him good bye.

As the days turned to weeks, and the weeks to months, my need for sexual attention grew. At first I relieved it by surfing the internet for pictures and stories, and, well to be honest, taking matter into my own hand. I had always loved masturbating and started in 6^th grade and right on until college. But since my husband was very active, I had not had the need to “practice” much since we got married. Lucky for me it is like riding a bike, you never forget how to do it.

The real strangeness happened one day about a month ago. I had done my normal morning routine after dropping the kids off at school. I got some laundry going and then logged into the internet and was rubbing my self to happiness. I had just had my first orgasm when the dryer finished the first load. I went and pulled them out and got another load going, then quickly folded the dry ones. I went to take my step son’s clothes back to his room, loving the feel of my damp panties working up into my slit with every step I took. As I set his clothes down on his bed, a pair of socks rolled off onto the floor. As I looked under the bed to retrieve them: I gasped in shock. There under my step son’s bed were ladies lingerie; I scoped them out with my arm. Many of them I recognized as my panties, bras and slips, some were his sister’s and step sisters, but still others I did not recognize. I pulled out a pair of black silk ones that I had worn out on the day before his father left. I remember we went to a nice restaurant and he got so hot he bent me over the hood of the car, flipped my short skirt up on my back, pushed my panties aside and thrust his hard cock in my soaking wet pussy.

I remember putting them in the hamper that night as I got in the shower, but I had not seen them since then. “I wonder” I said aloud as I lifted the panties to my nose. I could feel the hardened spot in the middle where my pussy had leaked hubby’s cum all the way home. I could smell his scent and mine mixed into the crotch of the black silk. But wait, up higher on the front there was a hard spot too. As I moved the panties for closer examination I could smell that it was cum also. But not hubbies cum, this had a much sweeter smell, a bit less manly maybe is the way to put it. I stuck my tongue out and tasted it. No doubt it was cum, but how did it get on the front up so high? It was almost as if the cock that spewed the cum had been wearing them. Oh my god! I thought. He is not only stealing my dirty panties to sniff and taste, but to wear also? As soon as the thought crossed my mind I felt my panties dampen, almost as if I had taken a quick pee in them. I reached down with my free hand (the one not holding the panties to my nose) and felt how wet the really were. My clit was so hard I am sure it was making a tent out of the front of my panties. I pressed my fingers into my wet slit, pushing my panties in deeper. I groaned out loud.

I carefully laid my panties out on his bed, and started running my fingers through the rest of them. I sat back on my heels and picked up each garment. I would look at each one, identify the type of garment, what it was made of, and if I could, who it belonged to. They were mostly panties, and most of those were mine. There was some of hose and stockings too, again mostly mine. There were a few slips and nightgowns that were all mine (no wonder I slept in the nude so much). And three bras, one was mine, and one each belonging to each of the daughters. Then a sudden surge came over me, I reached for a pair of his sister’s panties, and holding them up for inspection. There was a slight skid mark (the term the kids used)in the back and in the crotch a slight yellow coloring and right above that, the tell all stain of still damp boy cum. “He must have got these this morning, that rascal “I thought out loud. As I brought them up to my nose to inhale deeply, my tongue had a mind of its own, before the panties reached my nose, my tongue scooped off the cum for a long taste. My eyes rolled back in may head and a long gasp escaped my mouth. Suddenly I found that my other hand had wandered on its own, down to in side my sweat pants into the crotch of my panties, rubbing my wetness deeper into the material.

I started shaking and chumming harder then I had in years. As my body reeled form the forbidden taste of my step son’s cum, mixed with his lil sister’s urine, my mind cautioning me that it was all so wrong just made my body cum harder. I fell back in the floor my legs unable to hold me up any more. I fell into the pile of panties and hose and nighties that my step son had been using to satisfy his masturbatory desires. I must have passed out from the strong feelings. As I came to notice my surroundings again, I looked at the clock “Oh my god, the kids will be home any minute now!” my heart was really beating now I put all the silky things back as I had found them and ran to the shower to try and recover from my afternoon discovery.

Chapter 2

It was about two weeks later; I had just got out of the shower and was getting ready to go run some errands. As I opened up the dresser drawer to get some lingerie out to wear. . . . It was almost empty! I felt the anger starting to rise; I remembered that I had just loaded the washer before getting in the shower.. Then I remembered my son’s stash. I put on my robe, tied it up tight, and walked to his room. As I pulled out his stash, it had grown. It was no wonder that I did not have any in my dresser, he had them all. The anger that had started in the bed room boiled over now. I swept up all the clothing and stomped down to my room and slammed the door. I don’t know why I was blowing up; I was the only one in the house.

I tossed the pile of silky clothes on the bed. I snatched a bra and panties and took a sniff, they were clean, and so I slid into the panties and put the bran on. I slowly rolled a pair of panty hose up each of my legs. I then put on my skirt and shirt and grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I ran my errands and then late in the afternoon I got back to the house.

As I walked in I saw my step son sitting there, he saw me and his head dropped to his chest. He would not even look me in the eye. I could not figure out what was wrong. I walked back to my bedroom and the mountain of panties was still there. But instead of a random pile all of them were nicely folded and stacked in piles divided by the type. It now dawned on me that he had seen that I had found his stash. I sat down on the bed wondering what I was going to do now. I had not wanted to embarrass him, but I could not have him taking ALL my lingerie. I stood up and changed into some shorts and tee shirt, left all the undergarments off. As I started sorting through the panties and bras separating out the ones that needed to be washed. I looked up at the door and saw my step son standing in the door, his head still hanging down.

I quietly asked him to come in and close the door. I gently asked what was wrong.

With his head still hanging and in a voice so quiet I could just barley hear him he said;

“I’m sorry mom for taking your stuff.” Even his ears turned a brighter shade of red as he spoke.

All the anger that had been building up with in me melted away in motherly love at that moment. I held out my arms and told him to come to me, as I wrapped him up in a deep motherly hug. I let him decide when to pull back and as he wiped the few tears from his eyes (a tough boy until they very end) he stood back from me waiting for me to yell at him, or lecture him, or what ever mom was going to do to show her young step son how wrong he was. It took my entire being not to start laughing; he looked so cute standing there.

“We need to talk.” I started.

“I know.” Was his short reply.

“I am not angry at you, well not really anyway. You did ruin some of my nicest lingerie.” I continued, not really knowing where I was heading with this.

“Can you explain to me why you like my panties?” I asked “I know that you are jerking off with them,” a small gasp of horror escapes him mouth as I have now voiced what he was not sure that I knew. I giggled a bit to my self. “Are you wearing them too?”

There was a long pause. . . .It seemed to last for ever to me; to him it must have been a life time.

He took a deep breath; “I . . . .umm. . . .er . . . . well mom you see. . . .”He just could not get the words out.

“Take your time babe. . . like I said I am not mad, just curious about it; about you.”

He turned one shade darker red; I did not think that there was any shade darker.

He pressed his chin deeper into his chest. . .

I waited for a bit longer for some response. He tried to start a few times, but the words died some where in his mouth.

I pulled him to me again, hugging him tight. . . whispering that it was alright.

“Every one has something that gets them hot.” I told him. “For me it is the smell or sweat on a man, I love the earthy smell when he has been working hard. Not a dirty unwashed smell, but a good clean sweat smell. And you dad; well he is a leg man. Just the sight of a young lady in a short skirt in stockings will get him harder then a brick. He also loves feet, in hose, I think that has to do with him working in a shoe store when he was a teen, but I am not sure. Mostly it is just legs I guess.”

In a whisper so quiet I almost missed it, my step son said; “me too.”

“What was that dear?” I asked, “Do you like legs and feet too? I that why you have ‘borrowed’ all my hose?”

My step son looked up at me and nodded his head yes.

“Is that what first brought you to my sexy underclothes drawer? The thought of my legs encased in a pair of my silky stockings?” I had lowered my tone for some reason and was now speaking in what is commonly referred to as a bed room whisper.

I heard him swallow hard. His voice squeaked “yes ma’am.”

I crossed my legs high up on my thigh, causing my skirt to ride up higher. His eyes dropped to my thighs. I watched as this sweet young lad eyed my legs from my thing down to my foot and then back up again. I felt a surge of moisture to my pussy. I bounced my top leg a bit rubbing my bare pussy lips together. I uncrossed my legs and slipped forward a bit on the edge of the bed. Causing my skirt to ride up higher. I parted my legs a bit; I got the first whiff of my heated pussy. I was even more aroused then I thought I was.

My step son’s eyes were glued to the bottom of my skirt. I looked him over now. His face was soft, not the firm strong face of his dad, but more feminine like his mother’s, with high cheek bones. He had always taken great care of his appearance and had been washing his face regularly since the oily skin had set in with puberty. His body in general was thin; he was a long distance runner. Right now his chest was rapidly raising and falling, almost as if he were running one of his races now. He was wearing a tee shirt and some of his nylon running shorts. I thought to my self how much they resembled panties in material even in the cut that they had. As I was looking at them and noticing the cut that they had; I noticed the bulge behind them. My step son was as hard listening to the talk and seeing me, as I was wet about it all.

I forced my self to look away from his bulging shorts and up to his face; where I met his eyes watching my every move. I had been caught staring at my own step son’s hard cock. I blushed a bit. . . looked quickly away. Then something deep in me caused me to lean back a bit more, which I did using my right arm for support, and then the lil voice in me said ‘spread your legs wider and give him a good show.’ True I was really embarrassed, but I did what the little voice was telling me. I looked at his face smiled gently, then using my eyes to tell him to look below, I slowly spread my legs open. He gasped loudly, his blush went one more shade darker, and as I looked down, his hard cock throbbed and a small wet spot appeared in the front of his shorts.

I raised my left foot, slowly straightening it towards him. I ran my nylon covered foot up the inside of his leg; a small shiver shook his small body. As I got to the top of his legs he was panting harder and the shivering had turned in to a thrusting motion; as if her were fucking some unseen woman. I ran my foot up across his balls and felt them draw up tight into his body. I set my foot so that his hard cock was between my big toe and the next one. And rubbed slowly up his hard manhood, and then slowly back down. His eye rolled up in to his head as he groaned out loudly “oh God yessssss mom!”

I grinned to my self and thought “well now that I have his attention.” I pulled my foot away and put it back on the ground. His mouth opened to yell out his protest when I held my finger to my lips to tell him to shhhh.

“Do you want more?” I asked in the slutiest voice I had ever heard come out my mouth.

“Oh god yes mom!” he croaked.

I stood up and went to my old cedar chest, the one I kept my most treasured clothing, things like my wedding dress, my daughter confirmation dress, and at the very bottom, a set of panties and matching camisole that I had worn on my wedding night. I pulled them out and held them in front of me. My son’s mouth was hanging open as he saw the incredibly small items.

“I figure that you are not the same size as I am now really.” I informed him. “But I bet this is just your size. I wore it on the night your dad and I got married. He really liked it, do you?”

My son had not caught on just yet. . . he nodded his head that he liked it “I think you would great in it mom.” He said.

“Ahhh thanks dear” I told him “but it is not for me to wear” A long pause to see if he got it yet. . . . . . . nope. . . . . “I want you to put it on.”

Slowly the lights came on in his mind. The first emotion that he showed on his face was confusion. That was soon change with the realization that not only was I not mad at him for wearing my cloths but I was offing it to him. Then a jubilant jump as he became more excited about it. Then he ran to me and gave me a big hug. His hard cock and precum dampened shorts rubbing in to me as he pushed forward with his hips. He backed up embarrassed once again. . . I held out the clothes, expecting the embarrassment to force him to go off to his room to change and to ‘finish off’ his excitement. Much to my surprise he took the clothing, his eyes burning into mine. He took one more step back and set them on the side of the bed. He pulled his shirt off over his head. His smooth chest pale in the fading light of afternoon. Hiss little pink nipples were standing out enough that I could even see them. . . then he hooked his fingers in the waist band of his shorts, his eyes still watching my reaction, and in one swift move they were gone too. As he stood up his thin hard dick slapped his belly, I could see the precum hanging off the head, and I knew what his heart rate was by the throbbing of his small cock (He later told me that it was not too small it was almost 6 inches)

He picked up the small silky top and pulled it over his head. I heard him gasp as the silk caressed his already hard nipples. He then grabbed the small silk thong panties. He sat down on the small cedar chest. He put in one leg then the other, pointing each foot as if he were in some ballet. He then stood back up and pulled them up to his hips. . . his hard cock head peeking out over the top. For the first time in several minutes he broke eye contact, as his eyes rolled back into his head. He moaned out loudly “oh god yes mommy they feel so good!!!”

I watched the head of his cock turn a deep purple then expand to almost twice the size. I saw the opening at the top open and close like a small mouth. Then I saw the cum shooting out!

The first shoot flew across my bed room and laded on my forehead. The next landed on my nose and upper lip. As that started to drip in my mouth. . . . Well dear reader I lost all my motherly thoughts. I dove to him pushing him to the floor and taking his cock into my mouth for the last three squirts.

I had crossed the line into areas that were uncharted. There is no book from Dr. Spock titled “so you have had sexual relations with your kids. A guide to the new parents of the sexual revolution.” What was I going to do now?

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