Playing With Auntie's Panties

While I was a college student, I used to like to take study breaks that involved a bit of self-pleasuring. Masturbating to orgasm helped relive some stress and refreshed me for another round at the books. A favorite fantasy for me while jerking off was that of the older woman. As luck would have it, my aunt and uncle lived next to us, and there was a door connecting the two halves of our duplex. As I was playing with myself one day, my mind wandered to my aunt Joan. At 46 years of age, she was much like the ladies in the 40+ magazines I liked to get off on. As I stroked and imagined her in a variety of sexy situations, it occurred to me that there was nothing stopping me from going through that door and into her bedroom. My parents were at work, and so were Aunt Joan and Uncle John. I was alone and naked, with a throbbing hard-on. My inhibitions began to trickle away like the pre-cum running down my shaft. My heart was pounding. I was actually going to creep nude into her room and... and what? The door squeaked as I swung it open. Her two cats greeted me, this naked and erect invader, with indifference. There was no going back as I crept into her bedroom. Trembling with excitement, I opened up the top drawer on her dresser and saw what I was after. Panties, by the dozen. Black, white, red, green, beige, blue. Satin, cotton, lace. My stiff prick twitched in anticipation. Pulling out a pair of satiny black briefs, I wrapped them around my pole and jerked softly. It felt so good I moaned and helplessly dribbled more pre-cum onto my aunt's underwear. I tried out several more pairs, savouring the feeling of the fabric on my dick and the delicious notion that her twat would be rubbing on the little stains I left. Only after a few minutes did I notice the hamper in the corner. Did I dare take out her worn ones and sniff them? I craved the knowledge of the scent of her cunt. Carefully replacing the pairs I had been enjoying, I opened the hamper and fished out a pair of Joan's dirty panties. They were beige briefs, conservative in cut and color, but I could see from the stains on the cotton crotch piece they had been snug up against her mature pussy. A lone pubic hair was testament to the color of her bush. I brought them to my face and smelled her perfume: asshole, cunt, and sweat mingled in my nose. Nearly delirious and needing to cum, I laid the panties on her bed and laid on them, grinding my hips, fucking those dirty panties. I looked down between my legs to see my dick rubbing on them. Cumming without using my hands was not a problem. I again moaned, lost in pleasure as I built my load. My body tingled and waves of ecstasy rushed through me, chasing jet after jet of hot eager cum onto Joan's panties and sheets. I lay still and flushed as the last of my spunk oozed out onto my plaything. I cleaned up the sperm best as I could and carefully put her undies back at the bottom of her hamper. I never did this again, but it has fuelled many a fantasy. Some day, I hope to "cum clean" with Joan, and confess this little adventure to her.