Becoming obsessed with soiled underwear
Following up on my last story and my obsessions with my wife’s panties I decided I needed a fresh target and aroma. Unfortunately, the opportunity never really presented itself over the next three to four months to my immense frustration. That all changed with a family trip south to spend some time at the in-laws. We were staying with them for around a week and to be honest I had never really considered my Mil as particularly sexy, although that said she did have a lovely pair of breasts and a sort of sexy chunky build to her.
Over the first few days of our stay, it was tough as sex was a complete No No with the wife, due to her parents’ bedroom being through the wall. Whilst I did a bit of edging I never gave myself the release that I probably should have. We were now well into our break away, and I was aware of the wife being up and about early one morning. I remember dozing back off and she came back into the room a while later briefly; to say she was going into town with the boys and would be back mid-afternoon. She had been away around half an hour, and I decided to get up and have a shower. It was then sitting on the edge of the bed I realised I was in the house on my own as the in-laws were at work, although the significance of that hadn’t dawned on me at that stage. Moving on I stripped naked grabbed my towel and headed down the hall towards the bathroom at the far end, enroute I would pass the in-laws' bedroom which when I passed was perhaps half open. Suddenly that indescribable feeling hit me, the involuntary shaking, the dry mouth and we all know it, the dread of being caught at what your mind was thinking was about to unfold.
I stopped dead in my tracks and retraced my steps to the bedroom door which I opened and slowly walked through. What hit me first was the unmistakable aroma of sexual activity that unquestionably had being going on within these four walls. I could feel my cock instantly start to thicken with no urgings from me. Once in I had a good look around, the bed turned down and noted the general untidiness. Then it hit me; where are my mil’s soiled panties, which to be honest until that moment I had never considered as a prize, boy was that about to change.
First up what a rush standing in my mil’s bedroom bollock naked with a fully erect cock leaking pre-cum profusely. I didn’t need to look far as there was a turquoise pair in cotton lying on the floor where she had stepped out of them before heading away naked, showering and heading to work. I decided that I wanted to come in the bedroom however knew that I had to be careful when I erupted, so as not to send my jism flying in all directions. So, I decided to retrieve a condom from my bedroom next door and in a hurry ripped open the pouch and slipped it on. WOW I was now sporting one of the best erections in my life. I hurried back to the in-laws' bedroom and noting the exact position [needed to go back down as they had been] of her panties picked them up. I was now leaking profusely and could see the teat of the condom filling up. I started pumping my cock hard and brought the damp cotton gusset to my nose I wasn’t disappointed it had that strong unmistakable pungent odour of a sexually active and mature women. You can't beat it. I was hooked and whilst desperate to cum I was to a certain extent treading water. Then I noticed the bed sheet with moist to the touch stains of sexual action that was it my mil's excretions and sexual fluids right before my eyes. I shot long and hard into the condom with my knees all but buckling. When my mil came in that night from her work I looked at her in a different light, and in fact went into the bathroom and had another satisfying rub at my cock.
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