Another visit to the MIL's
Following up on my last story I was now fully embracing my MIL’s underwear and having been a late starter I was looking to make up time. Thinking back, the opportunities were few and far between, however when they presented I was up hard and firing.
A few months after my first experience we came down for another family break. Since our last visit, the in-laws had moved to one of the other bedrooms in the house, although whilst moving their bed they had left behind the wardrobe and bedside cabinets. Consequently, the bedroom they had vacated was now the spare room in which we slept.
As it happened that night I headed to bed relatively early after the drive and left Sara downstairs, speaking with her parents. I climbed into bed and whilst masturbation wasn’t on my mind, that quickly changed in the most bizarre of circumstances. From then to this day, I don’t know why I decided to have a look in the bedside cabinet. The bottom drawer was full of clutter, magazines, tissues and the like. I opened the top drawer and again just a mishmash of debris. I then reached further into the drawer and felt what I can only describe as crumpled ball of fabric. I remember in that split second as I retrieved what was in my hand thinking, surely not, no way, OH yes way, as my retrieval came into sight. It was a pair of my MIL’s panties. I can only assume that she was about to engage in sexual activity and put them in the drawer for whatever reason and forgot about them. Were they a plant for me? I don’t think so as they were so far back in the drawer.
My prize were white in colour with a very fine netting front panel and an OH so silky rear. I nervously uncrumpled them, are they clean or soiled? It was the later as a dried slightly crusty gusset came into view. I hurriedly lifted them to my nose, very nice the scent of a women in heat.
I jumped out of bed and removed my night shirt and stood up bollock naked with a raging hard on. Testosterone now coursing through my body I slipped them on with my cock vertical and held in position by the fine see-through netting. I slowly started rubbing myself through the material up & down with the palm of my hand. I remember thinking I cannot cum in them as that was a huge risk. No sooner had that thought gone through my brain than I was spurting huge globs of cum leaking through the soft material and pooling on the floor. I managed to hide them before washing them and putting them back dry, crumpled up as best I could. Oh btw on our next visit down they had been removed, darn.
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