Mums a milf journal entry 2

13 November 2022

Steps have been taken and boundaries have been crossed in the exploration of my obsession. I am now in a holding pattern and the unknown has me on the edge.

I guess a good place to begin is breakfast the morning after. Mum brought me breakfast in bed like she all the time did. Bacon, eggs and toast. She was still wearing the tiny nightie and was in a very cute bubbly mood. Every glimpse of her was feeding my desire and I was at boiling point. I needed a release. In my head scenarios played out all ending with me blowing my load deep inside mum. My cock was stretching my boxers confines and my self control was on a knife edge.

At one stage I hadn’t even noticed mum standing in the doorway calling out to me, I was so deeply obsessed with my thoughts. She grabbed the plate from me and explained she was gonna shower and would be out for the morning she had a couple of meetings and some errands to run. All I could think about was releasing some pressure and this would be the perfect opportunity because my cock felt like it was on a hair trigger and could blow any second.

I got up to go take a piss, although my mobility was a lot better I was still slow and clumsy on the crutches. Just as I got to mums door she pops out wrapped in a small towel, her dark blond hair up in a bun on top her head. There wasn’t much room for my solid create and her petite frame. This leaves her little room to brush past me and before I can react she gently passes by me, my semi erect cock stroking her as she squeezed past me. I don’t know if she felt it but if she did she would know that I’m packing considerably more than your average guy.

Without very little effort and in seconds my brain cooked up a devious plan. Mum glided down the hallway in her little towel and I knew her pussy would be completely bare under it and those pink panties would be in the wash in her room. As brazen as it was I hobbled in through her open door and there just for the taking they lay on top of the pile in the basket. I could not control myself and like a dog to a bone, I grabbed them. They were still warm from the touch of her pussy. My heart was pounding in my chest, Adrenalin had me on the brink of passing out. I was on some sort of auto pilot because before I knew it I was back in my room shaking with nerves and it took me an age to gain control of myself and settle down enough to admire my trophy.

They were small and soft and I pushed them under my pillow, I knew I had to wait, the risk of being caught was gigantic and the ramifications were unthinkable. I lay for a minute and it felt like eternity when I couldn’t withstand any longer I wanted to smell her scent and I caved, pulling them out and and holding them to my face. I inhaled her scent a musky damp salty smell with a sharp acidic hint and it instantly made my cock throb in my boxers. I put them back under my pillow and spent what felt like an eternity waiting for mum to leave.

Shamefully I didn’t even wait to hear the car back out of the drive. My shorts were down around my knees. I pulled my foreskin back and draped the panties around the head, taking the utmost care to ensure that the crotch area surrounded my thick swollen head. I stroked slow long strokes, letting the material stretch and surround my sensitive tip. It was heaven, erotic and I was fighting back my orgasm trying to savor the sensation of the debaucherous act.

I lasted a couple of minutes before I pumped my balls dry, soaking the panties. I watched as the light pink began to be taken over by the ever growing dark pink patch. My cock twitched as I peeled the panties from my cock. I was so far away in a cloud of pleasure that when I heard a loud noise it froze me in place like a possum in headlights. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, my breaths were slow and controlled as my ears were on high alert trying to decipher what the sound was. I eventually shoved the panties under the pillow and the longer the silence continued the calmer I became, the easier it was to convince myself it was just a random sound and nothing for me to worry about.

Fast forward to this afternoon. Mum dropped me off to the hospital for a rather long session of tests, questions and optimistic plans for the next month. Because this was gonna be a long session mum didn’t hang around and would pick me up when I’m done. My recovery was going well I was ahead of their expectations and the future was looking bright. I was on a high when mum picked me up. She had been wearing her gym clothes, tight pair of black bike shorts and a matching black crop top and white sneakers. Her hair in a pony tail, very little makeup just her stunning hazel eyes glowing with life. She had a post work out glow and was looking incredible. I had spent the entire drive home eye fucking her. Anything I could sexualize I was. I had watched her tight body walk into the house ahead of me, she had a sexy strut she walked with. Almost an arrogant self confidence that I had never noticed before.

The trouble started when I got home and hobbled back into my room to lie down and noticed that my bed linen was no longer the black set but now instead a blue set. Alarm bells had gone off in my head because the panties had been under my pillow. A wave of immense panic set in and I had freaked out. I had scrambled to the bed and looked everywhere under the pillows, under the bed, behind the bed, behind the dresser, the floor, the ceiling the everywhere and they were nowhere to be found. Had she found them and if she did, why has she said nothing? She didn’t seem to be bothered by anything on the drive home. Maybe they just got mixed up in the load and I dodged a bullet.

Whatever the case might be it’s been almost 6 hours and she has given me no sign to suggest I’m busted.

NSFW: yes


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