Mommy Punishes Panty Thief
“What the fuck are you doing?”
David flinched, looked around furtively, and jerked his hand from his face as I entered his living room. He tried to hide the evidence in between the couch cushions, but I knew exactly what he had been doing. While I was taking a shower, he decided to raid my suitcase looking for used panties to sniff. He was still dressed, but his jeans were pulled down past his hips. The semi-hard cock visible through his boxers did nothing to convince me of his innocence.
“I’m, uh, really sorry,” he offered, though the look on his face told me he was anything but sorry.
“Some host you are! We agreed that we weren’t going to be fooling around during this visit,” I scolded. “I thought we were going to try to be just friends. Why the hell are you snooping through my suitcase while I’m in the shower?”
“I know we said that we weren’t going to do anything. But I wanted to see what kinds of panties you brought with you,” David replied as he held up the panties he’d tried to hide in his couch cushions: a pair of hot pink zebra-striped cotton bikini panties with lacy fringe around the top. “I really, really like this pair, and I could tell by the scent that you wore them yesterday. Didn’t you send them to me a few months ago?” He grinned as he said this, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to remain annoyed with him for long.
“Yeah, I did send those panties to you. Remember when I wore them to work and I told you about locking my office door during my lunch hour while I fingered my clit through the material? I came twice, and those panties were so soaked for you by the time I was done. They were still wet when I mailed them.” Just the memory of what I’d done in my office that afternoon made my pussy tingle a little bit.
“Mmmmm. . .” David said, his eyes brightening. “Those panties smelled so fucking good when you sent them to me. I came at least three times in them before I put them back in the mail. Did you like wearing those dirty, cummy panties to work, you little slut?”
“You know how much I loved it,” I replied. “You know how much I love cumming for you and how much I love being bossed around by you. But we promised we weren’t going to do any of that during this visit. We decided that our friendship was more important than sex, and then what do I find when I get out of the shower? You, with your pants half-down, jerking off while sniffing my panties! You know what I think? I think you need to be punished!”
David’s somewhat-cocky demeanor immediately changed. “Punished?” he asked. I could tell by his puzzled expression that he wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Yeah,” I replied. “You need to be punished. Stand up.”
“Look, I said I was sorry,” David said as he stood up and tried to hand the panties to me. “Here. Take the damned panties. Now that you’re out of the shower, I thought we’d go out for lunch or something.” He started to zip his jeans.
“No, David. It’s too late for sorry. No – don’t zip your jeans. In fact, you should just take them off. Take off your shirt, too, but leave the boxers on for now.” I had to admit that I was enjoying giving orders to David for once; he usually bossed me around.
“Yes, Mommy,” he replied meekly as he let his jeans fall to the floor and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
“Wait a second,” I thought. “Did David just call me Mommy? He’s almost ten years older than I am.” I was a little taken aback at first, but then I realized that I could have some fun with him.
“That’s right, naughty boy,” I said. “Now sit down on the couch and show me what you were doing with my panties while I was in the shower.”
“No, Mommy! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again,” David said, his voice trembling just a little. Despite his protestations, he sank back onto the couch.
“Go ahead,” I insisted.
With his right hand, David held my panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. As he did so, he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh of pleasure. With his left hand, he started rubbing his cock gently on top of his plaid boxers. His cock had gone soft during our confrontation, but I could tell that the humiliation of getting caught jerking off with my panties and the uncertainty of what I might ask him to do next were a huge turn-on for him. I could feel myself getting wet as I watched him slowly run his hand down his shaft and back up again, paying extra attention to the tip of his cock, but I didn’t dare touch myself. Not yet, at any rate.
“Is that how you touch yourself when you’re jerking off with my panties, you filthy fucking panty-thieving pervert?” I demanded. “You should be ashamed of yourself for enjoying that so much. Is your cock already hard?”
“No, Mommy. My cock isn’t hard,” David whimpered.
“You’re lying!” I exclaimed. “I can see how hard it is.”
“No, Mommy. I’m sorry. It will go down. I promise, Mommy!”
“Take off your boxers, David,” I said, fully enjoying the power I had over him. He looked at me quizzically. “Take off your boxers,” I repeated.
“Yes, Mommy,” David replied as he let the boxers slide to the floor. His cock jumped to attention as it escaped the confines of his clothing. At that moment, I summoned every ounce of willpower to stop myself from getting down on my knees in front of him and worshipping his beautiful cock with my mouth the way it deserved to be worshipped. “Soon,” I told myself.
“Okay, David,” I said, “I want you to wear my panties now.”
“What?” David exclaimed. “No, Mommy. No! Please don’t make me wear your panties. Anything but that. I said I was sorry. I promise I’ll be good!”
“I’m telling you to put on my pink panties right now, David,” I admonished.
“Yes, Mommy,” David said meekly, as he slid on the panties and adjusted his cock, which appeared to be so hard that it was about to burst.
“Turn around. I want to see how you look in my panties.” David immediately obeyed, turning around slowly so I could enjoy the view from every angle. “I’m actually jealous of you. You look better in my panties than I do. I think if I bought you your own panties I’d get a bigger size so you’d have more room for your cock. Are they uncomfortable?”
“No Mommy,” David said as he looked at the floor. Even from about five feet away, I could see his cock twitching inside my panties.
I walked over to the kitchen counter, where I’d left my purse, and pulled out my phone. “Mommy, what are you doing,” David asked with a panicked look on his face.
“Mommy wants to take some pictures of her dirty boy wearing panties,” I said as I typed in my phone’s passcode and pressed the camera icon.
“No, Mommy!” he exclaimed.
“Oh, yes. Mommy needs these pictures,” I replied. “Maybe I’ll embarrass you with them. Maybe I’ll send them to your co-workers. Maybe I’ll send them to all your lady friends. Would that embarrass you?”
“Yes, Mommy. Shame makes me stiff,” David whispered.
“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Shame makes me stiff, Mommy,” David repeated, a little louder this time.
David stood in the center of his living room and allowed me to take pictures of him from all angles. “These are nice,” I said. “You’re a very good boy for letting Mommy take pictures.”
“Thank you, Mommy,” he said.
“Let’s go into the bedroom now,” I said. “Mommy wants to help you make your cock go down.”
“Mommy, please! No!” David exclaimed.
“Yes, David. Go into the bedroom. Right now,” I insisted. Bossing David around was an unfamiliar role for me, but I found myself enjoying it a lot more than I expected. He walked into the bedroom, clearly somewhat uncomfortable as his erection strained against my cotton panties, and I followed him.
“Now lie down on the bed. On your back. Put your hands over your head,” I ordered. Once again, I could see his cock twitching as he complied. “What am I going to do with you?” I mused aloud as I stood at the foot of the bed.
David said nothing; he merely waited for me to decide what was going to happen next. I kicked off my black heels and climbed onto the foot of the bed, rubbing his legs gently as I straddled his thighs and made myself comfortable. I was still fully-dressed, and the leopard-print miniskirt I was wearing rode up my thighs, no doubt giving David a glimpse of the navy blue polka-dotted nylon panties I had put on when I got out of the shower. Underneath my fitted black t-shirt was a matching bra. I chuckled to myself as I remembered something I’d once read online: “When a woman matches her underwear and bra, it wasn’t you who decided to have sex.” Honestly, I hadn’t been planning on doing anything of the sort; I just liked this bra and panty set.
I continued to run my hands up and down David’s torso and thighs, moving closer and closer to his cock without actually touching it. He groaned a little and bucked his hips slightly in frustration. “Stop that, naughty boy,” I admonished. “If you don’t lie still, I’ll go in the other room and just leave you here. Don’t you want Mommy to make your cock feel better?” Apparently not trusting himself to be able to speak, he nodded. “That’s a very good boy,” I replied.
After several more minutes of teasing him, I finally started lightly touching David’s cock over the panties. “Mmmmm. . . that’s so nice,” I purred. “You have such an amazing cock. It’s the biggest cock that Mommy has ever fucked or sucked. Mommy loves how it feels in her pussy. Mommy loves the taste of your cum. Mommy loves how your thick cock fills her tight ass.” David’s shaft twitched under my hands, and I could see the tip of his cock peeking out of the top of the panties. I bent down and lapped at the exposed tip gently, which elicited another moan from him.
“Do you like that, Naughty Boy?” I asked, looking up at him. “Do you like feeling Mommy’s tongue on your cock?”
“Yes, Mommy,” he moaned. “Please, Mommy. Let me put in your mouth. Let me fuck your face like the slut you are.”
“What?” I exclaimed. “Did you just call your mommy a slut?”
“No, Mommy!” he cried. “I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, Mommy!”
“You know what? You’re not behaving, and I’m really fucking tired of listening to you right now.” I rolled off of him, and slid down my panties as I stood next to the bed. “If you can’t be quiet on your own, maybe I’ll have to force you to be quiet” I climbed back on the bed with my ass facing the headboard, straddling his face with my pussy just out of reach of his lips and tongue.
“Maybe I’ll have to put something in your mouth to keep you from saying such nasty things,” I said as I fingered my clit and slid a couple of fingers into my wet, aching pussy. “Can you see how wet you’re making me, you disgusting boy? You need to lick these fingers clean.” He sucked eagerly on the soaking-wet fingers that I inserted into his waiting, wanting mouth. “Matter of fact,” I continued, “you need to lick my pussy clean as well,” and with that, I lowered myself onto his lips and tongue and started grinding.
“That’ll teach you to say mean things about Mommy,” I said as David licked and sucked at my lips and clit. As I leaned forward to tease and taste his cock some more, I shifted slightly and said, “That’s it. Tongue-fuck my ass, too. You want to say nasty things? Then you can stick your tongue in nasty places.” He responded with yet another groan of pleasure.
I pushed the panties down slightly so that I could take more of his cock into my mouth while continuing to tease the shaft on the outside of the panties. David was doing such an amazing job of licking my pussy and ass that I was having trouble concentrating on pleasuring him. Within a few minutes, however, I was grinding faster and harder on David’s face, screaming his name, and cumming like I hadn’t cum in ages. My clit immediately became so sensitive that I cried out in pain and jerked away from him even though he kept trying to suck on it.
“Get up. Stand in front of me,” I demanded, as I climbed off him and sat on the edge of the bed. As David positioned himself in front of me with his cock at face-level, I slowly removed the panties, exposing his dick once more. “I’ve decided that even though you messed up earlier, you were a very good boy to make Mommy cum so hard, so you can fuck Mommy’s face any way you want,” I said as I took his cock into my mouth. I gently cupped his balls with my right hand, used my left hand to play with his shaft, and teased him with my lips and tongue.
“Oh, yeah. . . Mommy is such a good little cocksucker,” David moaned as he wound his fingers through my hair and slowly pushed his thick cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Just when I thought I would choke, he’d pull back for a few seconds to let me catch my breath and then push my head back down again. Every so often he’d pull his cock completely out of my mouth and slap it against my cheeks and tongue. “You like my cock, Mommy?” he asked. “You like it when I fuck your slutty mouth? I’m gonna shoot my big load down the back of your throat.”
A few minutes later, I could tell that he was
close to cumming. I could feel his balls tightening in my hand as he grabbed the side of my head with both hands and frantically fucked my face. He let out a guttural yell as he thrust deeply into my mouth; at that moment hot cum spurted into my mouth and down my throat. I didn’t let a single drop go to waste.
“That was so fucking hot, you dirty slut,” David said as he collapsed across the bed. “Let’s take a quick nap, and then we’ll finally go get some lunch.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said as I lay down next to him. “Oh, and by the way, we’re just friends. Right?”