He heard the doorbell, but he didn't want to be the one to go down to open it. There was no way he could hide his condition, especially with his oversized equipment Peg ran out of her room and down the stairs. Jim heard some conversation, then his mother yelled up to him telling him that she was leaving. That was what be was waiting for.

Jumping out of bed, he told her to have a good time, then waited for her to leave. When he heard a car pull away, he went into his mother's room.

The room still had the scent of his mother's perfume. As be looked around, his eyes were invited to some silky garments piled on her chair. This is what he'd been waiting for. He walked to the chair and touched the top of that heap. The feel of those cool, soft garments made him gasp.

He looked through the pile and found a slip, bra and pair of panties. His fingers trembled as he held the panties up to his nose. A strange, but nice, odor filled his nose. So, that was what a cunt

smelled like, he thought. Holding each garment up in front of his face, Jim got more and more horny. Then, in a fit of lust, he dropped the things and. began fumbling with his belt buckle. Soon he was standing there naked, his prick reaching out in front of him and rising and dropping steadily.

Now, as he lifted the pair of undies, he could hear himself breathing in a loud rasp. Figuring out back from front, he lifted one foot then the other and slipped them through the panties. He felt like a pervert, but he couldn't stop himself. Watching in the mirror as he pulled the tiny garment up, he both saw and felt that nylon caress his ass and balls. Then he bent his prick to the side and stuffed it into the undies.

The touch of the sheer nylon on his hot prick-head almost was enough to start the cream spurting, but he managed to hold on long enough to study himself in the mirror. He saw that his powerful cock held the front of the panties out like a tent; the waistband wasn't even touching his belly. He turned and looked over his shoulder. The panties were white, so rather than the asscheeks being noticeable, his ass-crack showed through as a dark, blurry strip.