I thought she was out. She always took her time at the gym, and I knew her routine down to the minute. That’s the only reason I even dared to sneak into her laundry basket. Just one whiff—her worn panties still warm from earlier—was enough to make my head spin. I couldn’t help it. I buried my face in them, groaning softly, completely lost in the scent of her. I was deep in it—her panties pressed to my face, the scent driving me wild. It was wrong, I knew it, but I couldn’t stop. I was so focused on breathing her in, I didn’t hear the door open.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Her voice hit me like a slap. I spun around, caught red-handed. She stood there—my best friend’s mom, wearing nothing but a tank top and tight leggings, sweaty from the gym, and looking furious. My stomach dropped.
“I trusted you in this house. And you’re jerking off to my dirty laundry?” she snapped, stepping closer. “You disgusting little freak.”
I stammered, trying to apologize, to explain—but she cut me off, eyes narrowing.
“You want my panties so bad?” she said, voice low, dangerous. “Then let’s see how much of a filthy little perv you really are.”
She shoved me down onto my knees and peeled her leggings down slowly, no underwear underneath. “If you’re going to act like a panty-sniffing loser, you might as well use your mouth for something useful.”
she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in. Hot. Wet. Overwhelming. She moaned above me, grinding into my face like I was her toy—using me to get off while I was desperate just to keep up.
She didn’t forgive me. She owned me.@#submission @#forbidden fruit @#dirty talk @#oral fixation
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