The whole story without any breaks for easier reading in case anyone wants it...
When Ian covers a few hours in his Aunt's launderette he discovers a new fetish as well as a side to his Aunt he had never seen before.
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Themes: Older Woman, Used Panties, Golden Shower, Squirting, Oral Sex, BBW
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Part 1
A thick crease of stiff, stained cotton caught Ian's eye in the top of the laundry bag. It looked like the middle bit of a pair of knickers. A rectangle of cotton, bunched in the middle where it had been between some woman's legs. The rest of the cotton was white except the stained bit. The stains ran in ribbed lines and were shades of pale and dark yellow. Ian couldn't stop looking at them.
The rest of this pair of knickers were still curled up at the sides where, whoever she was, had taken them off and rolled them down over her hips and thighs.
They looked big, not stretched or anything, just for a bigger woman.
Ian reached for them and picked them out of the laundry bag between his fingers and thumbs as his mind began to wonder about the woman who had got her knickers this messy and what her pussy must have looked like.
What did she look like? Was she horny all the time? Is that what all these stains were from? Was her pussy constantly soaking from being so horny all the time?
Size 16, it said on the tag. Ian held them by the bunched up sides like they were handles but keeping the stained bit away from himself. The stains in the dirty cotton hung between his fingers. There was a single bow on the front of the panties but the rest was plain white cotton too.
He wasn't sure why but Ian wanted to bring the dirty gusset close to his face and smell it.
He looked around at the empty shop and piles of bags on the racks around him. There was no one else in the launderette. What harm could it do? It's not like he could catch anything.
Ian shifted on his feet as he adjusted his joggers. His cock was growing and he could feel it unfurling as he stared at the dirty gusset on this stranger's knickers. He couldn't believe how turned on he was.
She must have been a bigger lady and Ian really liked bigger ladies, all curves and soft, pale flesh, perfect for squeezing while you fucked.
But hang about. Who even does this? Who sniffs women's knickers, he thought? He should just put them back in the laundry bag. What would the owner of all this filthy underwear think of the nephew of the owner of the launderette touching her knickers like this?
What if his Aunt came back early?
She was only nipping into town after all. She could be back any time.
But what was this? It looked like a bra strap. A very thick bra strap.
Ian tugged at the strap and out came a very large bra cup, all lacey and feminine but with heavy underwire. He looked at the tag. 40GG. Whoever wore this bar had huge tits, massive tits, tits big enough to smother Ian.
Ian's cock lurched to full attention as his open hand tried to fill the bra cup but still couldn't fill it.
An image of the owner of the underwear was forming in Ian's mind as his cock strained.
The front of his joggers were like a tent being held forward by one very thick and very stiff pole. He rubbed the end of his cock through his joggers. It felt good. He rubbed his cock some more before reaching inside to pull it out. It sprang out into the humid air of the launderette, all dark and private.
He could hear the odd set of foot steps outside and could see strangers passing by the frosted glass in the single front window to the launderette but he felt certain no one would come in. There was always the danger though.
And what would he say, standing there with a strange woman's underwear in his hands and his cock standing proud, all right in front of the laundry bag full of dirty underwear.
Ian felt the urge to sniff the knickers and if they smelled good, he could wank into them. Is that what people did? Did they use dirty knickers and wank with them? If not, Ian was sure he wanted to be the first to try.
After all, who was he harming?
Ian reached for the panties and lifted them to his face.
Part 2
Ian's eyes closed as he held the dirty gusset an inch from his face. Her scent, whoever she was, was strong and was making Ian's cock stiff and thick in his grip.
Smearing a drop of precum around the tip of his cock, he inhaled and imagined her pussy.
What had these been like as she had rolled them down over her plump hips? Had she been about to go to bed, curling up beside a husband who would slide his cock inside this very pussy a few minutes after these panties had hit the floor? Or maybe she didn't have a husband. Maybe she was sliding a vibrator inside herself a few minutes after stepping out of this filthy underwear, toying with her swollen clit and working up even more sticky wetness.
Ian imagined her pussy lips nestled against this very fabric as he pulled it closer to his face, inhaling even more as his grip tightened on his thick shaft, mauling the swollen tip and feeling the need to cum build, deep in his balls.
The juices around of the soft flesh of her cunt lips that had been absorbed by the soft cotton, turning it from clean, dry and soft to this hardened, piss stained mess in front of his face.
Thick folds of labia, squeezed against the soft material as it slowly absorbed her flow.
Ian's eyes fell open as it occurred to him there might be more.
Holding the white fabric against his face, a thin line of precum drew away from his cock to the bag as he ruffled through the rest of her laundry.
He could see some pink lace. It was underneath a very feminine flower patterned dress or skirt.
Ian pulled at the pink lace only to find it was tangled in with a pair of light brown tights.
The tights and panties were bunched together. Whoever she was must have just rolled them down over her hips and thighs together, letting them curl up and stay that way even as she had put them in the laundry bag.
It had never occurred to Ian that tights were anything more than functional. They were just what women wore but here he was again, staring at them, bunched up with the pink panties, a diamond seam of thread made up the gusset of the tights rolled up amongst the panties.
The pink panties were different from the white pair. These panties were prettier. These panties weren't plain at all. There was satin at the front and back and the sides were thinner in the tight curls of the tights and there was lace all the way around the edges. Ian could still see part of the gusset though. The material was folded on itself and he reached for it to see how much of a mess her cunt had made of this pair.
The fold in the gusset was solid. They must have dried, folded like this. These musn't have stayed on the floor long. These must have been rolled down her thighs, pulled off her calves and ankles, away from her painted toes and tossed into the laundry basket and landed there, folded like this.
Ian was really forming a image of her in his mind as he pulled this pair against his face.
There was no hesitation this time. He still had the pair of white panties in his other hand, not wanting to let go of them but here he was with this new pair against his face, properly against his skin, inhaling her cunt as the toes of the tights rested against his straining, outstretched cock.
Ian dropped the hand with the white pair to his cock. He wasn't sure how much of this he could take. His cock was lurching here and there as his mind swam with thoughts of what this woman's cunt was really like and about how turned on he was over nothing more than the evidence of her soaking cunt, left in her panties and tights.
Pressing the thick ribbed folds of her dried piss against the underside of his thick shaft, Ian's grip closed on his cock as he started to slowly pump at his meat.
The folds in the gusset of the pink pair of panties against his face were stiff but the scent of her cunt was no less intoxicating than the white pair.
Ian tasted the salty mess and before he knew what he was dong, his tongue was pushing into the dried and crusty fold of the gusset, licking and delving into the dried fabric and forcing a cocktail of his saliva and her cunt juice.
He was over the edge and he knew it. Ten minutes ago he was staring at a bag of laundry. Five minutes ago he was wondering why he felt the need to touch her used knickers. And now, here he was licking and tasting dried piss from a pair of week old panties, left by a strange woman he had never even met, in his Aunt's laundry, tugging at his cock, wrapped in another pair of her panties when literally anyone could step through the front door of the launderette.
The pressure was building in his cock as he pumped and squeezed the dried piss of the white panties around his shaft. The toes of the tights were dangling and every time they brushed against the tip of his cock, a thin bead of precum would stretch out like a fishing line and draw them back in, soaking the see-through nylon and making it glisten in the pale light from the window in the front of the shop where people went about their business, unaware, Ian was right there, a few yards away, slowly and deliberately pumping his cock into a stranger's dirty panties while he licked and slurped at another pair, drinking in and devouring the scent and taste of her used cunt juice.
He was about to make a big mess in her laundry bag and he knew it. That familiar tingle that there was no returning from, was too strong.
A thick stream of cum landed on the flower patterned skirt. Another, stronger eruption made it across to the rope handle on the other side of the bag, dripping down under it's own weight as yet another shot across the bag of used clothes. Ian managed to contain the last of his sticky mess in the pair of panties around his cock, using the coarse fabric of the gusset to take yet more fluid, forcing her dried cunt juice to mix with his spunk in a mess he almost wanted to lick and taste if his mouth hadn't been awash with her cunt already.
Spent and with his balls empty, Ian let the panties fall into the bag and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he recovered from his orgasm.
Ian looked around him, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the launderette once more.
The side door was open. The side door was never usually open. Beside the door, was his Aunt.
Aunt Pamela had seen him cum over her customer's laundry.
Part 3
The sticky mess pooled and glistened on the flower pattern of the skirt.
Aunt Pamela had seen him cum. She had been there as his cum had erupted all over her customer's laundry. She had seen his thick stream of spunk land everywhere.
Ian gazed down at the laundry, not wanting to look up at his aunt. Shame engulfed him. He had never used dirty panties before. This was new and it felt wrong.
"Been enjoying yourself, I see?" aunt Pamela said, breaking the silence.
Ian tried in vain to detect her mood, what she thought and what the repercussions would be.
Nothing. There was nothing in her tone apart from a subtle warmth but was it sarcasm? Would she throw him out and never ask him to help ever again? Would she see the funny side, maybe? Ian hoped so. He really like his aunt Pamela. He had really liked her as he was growing up too.
Pamela had always been the better looking and curvier sister to Ian's mum.
They had a photo on their living room wall, when he was growing up of her and Ian's mum in their early twenties posing after competing in a round of 'loveliest legs' competition at Butlins and Pamela had won. Hardly surprising seeing her hourglass figure which she had never lost. Her curves had just become better over the years. Her waist had stayed but her arse had got a lot bigger and rounder, giving her thick hips and beautiful thick thighs. But it was her enormous tits that really made her figure. Her ample cleavage never escaped Ian's gaze and to his shame, he had spilled lots of spunk over the years dreaming about his aunt Pamela and what she might look like undressed, getting ready for the shower or something. He never once thought of her with a lover and she had plenty over the years. She had never married despite a lot of proposals.
Shoving the bolt on the front door, Ian's aunt made her way over to where he stood, his cock tucked back in his joggers and his eyes still on the laundry bag.
"Did you enjoy using those dirty panties, Ian?"
Ian looked up in hope she would brush it off.
"I did, I mean, I have never done it before, I promise." Ian blurted, his shame still very present on his face.
"Clearly, you enjoyed it." Pamela said, "I mean, look at the mess you made..."
"I did enjoy it. I'm sorry. I'll clean them."
"Do you even know who's laundry that is?" Pamela asked.
Ian looked for a label on the side of the bag. There wasn't one. All the other bags had labels. Not this one.
"That was my underwear, Ian. You were playing with yourself, using my underwear."
Ian couldn't look at his aunt but he was very aware she was looking at him.
"Look at this mess here," Pamela said, dipping her finger into the remains of the spunk on the handle of the bag and drawing her finger away slowly, creating an arc of Ian's cum in her wake. "I did wonder whether it was the thought of me or whether it was because you didn't know who's dirty knickers they were."
Ian stood silent. There was no easy answer to that. He didn't know himself because he hadn't known they were his aunts dirty knickers.
"I saw the way you used to look at me and still look at me sometimes. And if I am honest, I am a little flattered and older girl like me can still get the attention of someone your age. I've still got it apparently."
Pamela rubbed her finger in the spunk on the skirt and smeared the gooey mess between her thumb and forefinger, lifting her hand towards Ian.
"Have you done this before, with my knickers, Ian? Have you ever masturbated with my dirty underwear before today?"
Pamela opened her hand to show her spunk-glazed fingers to her nephew, the cum stretching out between her fingers. It was his cum and Ian was very aware of it as he felt his cock begin to stir again. Why on earth would he be finding this, of all things, horny? Here he was standing a few feet away from his aunt, her fingers covered in his cum and her just having witnessed him doing one of the most private things a man can do and his cock was loving it! How did that work?
"What if I told you, I knew you probably did that to yourself when you thought of me?" Pamela said. "Men are men. It's what they do, and you're no different."
She dipped into the bag and pulled out a pair of black panties. They were small briefs with good elastic on the sides that really pulled them in. A pattern of small dots on the shiny polyster was the only markings but like the others they were bunched up exactly how she had rolled them over her hips making it easy to see the thick band of cotton that made up the gusset.
"Take these," Pamela said, pulling at the gusset to show Ian the full extent of the crusty white silver-like staining, "I had these on, probably two days ago and all that is from one guy. And even he was a few nights before so you can see how long it takes to all come out."
Ian blinked fast and tilted his head away so he didn't have to see where his aunt had been fucked and filled with another man's cum a few nights before. But his eyes were drawn back. Once again, he needed to see, he needed to look at the messy underwear. It was a drive he couldn't control.
Pamela offered the black panties for Ian to hold.
Ian took the panties and stretched the gusset and pulled it closer, his cock lurching in his joggers at the sight of her cunt stains mixed with his cum, whoever he had been, in his aunt's underwear.
"What I am trying to say Ian, I know men like me and I like that. I have lovers as I feel like it. They come and go, a few I have more regularly than others but I will always have dirty panties and those dirty panties will occasionally have the remains of any men I have been with."
Pamela wiped the last of Ian's cum from her fingers on the skirt.
"You're no exception. You are only doing what my other men do. You're leaving your mark on my underwear. A part of you has that urge. It's natural."
Pamela smiled that beautiful smile that had made Ian melt, even as a younger man.
"I can see all this talk, and those black briefs are having an effect," Pamela said pointing at the tent forming in his joggers. "How about you show what you think of these panties? Let's see it closer up, this time."
Part 4
Pamela led the way to the back room where she sat on a settee that had long since passed its best. Ian followed, watching as she made herself comfortable.
"Right, so if you wanna show your old auntie what you were doing, you can use those black ones this time" she said, her tone light hearted but direct.
Ian wasn't sure what to do. It felt odd. Did his aunt Pamela expect him just to pull it out, here in the back room while she watched him?
It was different before. He hadn't known she was there. This felt more staged.
Seeing he was feeling uneasy, Pamela leaned back into the settee and closed her eyes.
"Why don't you imagine what my knickers would taste like right now?" She said, her voice quiet, forcing Ian to listen closely, "If I took them off and gave them to you right now, imagine holding them in your hand like the ones you've got there. I was wearing those a few days ago, Ian. I had those exact panties on and they were covering all this..." She said as she drew her hands together over her hips and forced the thin fabric of her skirt between her ample thighs.
Ian gulped and brought the panties to his face. She was right. The panties she had given him had been tight around her hips, her pussy, her full arse cheeks and had soaked up quite a bit from her messy cunt too.
The ones she was wearing now would be so good to feel against his face. They would be warm and his auntie's scent would be fresh and wet and he could taste how she tasted for real. The cotton would be soft, moist and not hard and stiff like the creases in this pair.
Pamela's fingers wandered as she allowed her thighs to part and her skirt to lift up her thighs, just enough to make Ian pay attention but not so far as to lose all modesty.
"Are you looking? Is that cock getting hard?" Pamela asked, eyes still closed.
Ian was taken aback by her blunt use of that word. He had never thought he would hear his aunt say the word 'cock' never mind say it to him.
But it was. His cock was very hard and he had it out, in his hand, standing there, pointing it at his aunt as she lay back on the settee, thighs apart and wishing his cock, his prick was buried in her guts, balls deep in her slick cunt, thick and demanding and ready to fill her with his own sticky mess.
Part 5
"I hope you have that cock out, young man..." Pamela said, emphasising the word 'cock' again, knowing the effect it would have on Ian, hearing his aunt using language like that.
Ian's fingers wrapped around his meat, the tip, shiny and eager.
"Do you like seeing your aunt like this, Ian" she asked, letting her thighs drift apart and pulling her skirt up further. "Would you like to see your aunt's panties, Ian? Are you wondering what they look like? How they smell? How they taste? Is that what you're thinking?"
"Yes, aunty Pamela." Ian said, hearing himself sound like he was twelve again and she had asked him if he had wanted some sweets.
"Are these silly tights getting in the way?" Pamela asked, her thighs apart so Ian could see between her legs.
Ian’s heart raced as he pumped at his cock. This was strong stuff for a guy who had only just found his love of dirty knickers. His aunt’s tights stretched as she opened her legs further, showing Ian the outline of her knickers through the thin nylon. His cock was fit for busting and Ian was desperate.
Pamela opened her eyes to savour the effect she was having on her nephew. She smiled, beaming at how easily she had got his cock hard, how this young man’s thick hard-on was all hers if she wanted it inside her older ladies cunt. She knew she had him. She just had to reel him in.
“You can take your hand off that now…” she instructed him. “Take your hand off that cock and just watch. Look at me, Ian. Look at my face as I take these tights off. I want to see the look in your eyes. I want to see how much you need this.”
Ian looked up. His hand couldn’t leave his cock. His index finger stayed, stroking the underside of the shaft, up to the tip as he watched his aunt hook her thumbs inside the elastic at the top of her tights, her fingers digging into the folds of her hips as she pushed at the sheer fabric.
Ian watched as the material at the sides revealed inch after inch of her hips, more milky pale flesh for his gaze to devour.
His finger was circling the underside of the tip of his cock, making it dance and lurch in pleasure.
“Are you enjoying this Ian? Are you ready to see more?” Pamela asked, an innocent, playful tone in her voice as though she had never shown a man her panties before.
Ian nodded his head. He was more than enjoying this. This was making his whole week. The aunty he grew up thinking about and had so often thought about as he played with his cock was lying before him, stripping down to her panties for his pleasure.
The thick seam that had ran in a straight line down the front of her tights, that had been stretched, was now giving way and pulling down over her panties.
The finger stroking the underside of Ian’s cock was joined by his thumb around the tip as he squeezed the thick, angry bulb, precum oozing out in thick swollen drops, making the tip of his pole look shiny and eager.
“Look at me, Ian. Look at my face as I pull these tights down. I want to see the look on your face.”
With one last push, her tights were down as Pamela watched her nephew’s reaction.
Her tights were stretched wide, as she reached down and bunched the gusset together in her hands and lifted her open thighs up and over, exposing her panty clad cunt to her nephew, still watching his face past her tights.
“You can look down now, Ian.” Pamela said, letting go of the tights stretched above her head with one hand as she held her thighs up and open for her nephew to take her all in.
Ian looked down and saw how perfect they looked. Soft pink delicate lace, the front was see through and he could see his aunt had a bit of a bush going on but it looked trimmed. The edges were lace as well but the top at the front was a kind of thin strap, separated from the main part and making her pale flesh look even more kissable as it bulged ever so slightly through the different sections.
He felt his fist around his cock as he began to pump again.
The gusset of her panties had a line of creases where she had been about her day. This was no picture-perfect scene, this wasn’t like the underwear the models wore in the catalogues he used to look at while he played with his cock in his bedroom. His aunt’s cunt was clad in used underwear, panties that had been worn that day, they were creased in the gusset and one side was slightly higher as she pulled at her tights to pull her thighs further apart and found the spot where her clit was hiding under the slightly damp gusset of these beautiful pink panties.
Ian couldn’t take his eyes off the finger stroking her gusset, tracing a line from the lace border, down past the damp cotton that must have smelled and tasted like nothing else before circling around again.
"You want this pussy, don't you Ian?" Pamela said, glancing past her bunched up tights at Ian's straining cock.
Ian nodded. He didn't just want it, he needed it. He couldn't remember the last time he needed anything so badly. And he needed it now.
Part 6
Pamela beckoned her nephew closer to get a good look at the damp gusset.
“Take a good look… can you see how wet I am? Can you smell my cunt yet?”
Ian’s cock lurched in his hand at her words. She hadn’t said knickers or panties or even pussy. It was ‘cunt’. His aunt had broken the boundary between them. She wasn’t just his aunt any more. By calling the object of Ian’s lust her ‘cunt’, she was a woman, someone who had desires and needed those desires satisfied.
“Show it to me… please?” Ian asked, staring at her fingers on her gusset, almost willing her fingers to pull the cotton to one side.
“You want to see my cunt, Ian?”
“Yes, more than anything.” Ian replied.
“Yes, what?”
Ian looked up at her smiling face and caught on instantly.
“Yes aunty Pamela. Can I see your pussy please?”
“You want to see my, what?” she replied.
“Please may I see your… cunt… aunty Pamela?”
“That’s better.”
Ian moved closer and got onto his knees in front of his aunt.
“Closer…” Pamela instructed him.
Ian leaned in, closer to her gusset, her thighs being held open with her ankles in the air.
“Take a deep breath. Can you smell it?” Pamela asked.
Ian drew in the smell of her cunt, the intoxicating scent filled his nostrils and sent a droplet of precum oozing from the tip of his engorged cock.
Hooking a single finger inside the cotton, Pamela pulled the gusset to one side, showing her nephew her cunt at last.
Ian lurched at her thick labia, slurping and dipping his tongue inside the rich folds of her cunt, greedy and wanton in his lust for the taste of his aunt’s womanhood.
“Are you enjoying that…” Pamela asked through short panting breaths as she danced through the sensations surging through her pussy each time her nephew accidentally brushed his tongue over her clit.
His thumb found her cunt and she pulled her gusset further, affording him deeper access and more room to work her clit.
A moment later and Pamela was feeling the build up.
She needed his cock.
Grabbing her nephew by the hair, she pulled back hard on her tights so he had full access to fuck her. And she needed it.
“Get that cock in me, Ian. Fuck your aunt Pamela. Fuck her now!”
Ian slid his thick cock inside his aunt without hesitation as she got to work on her clit, strumming for all she was worth, moaning louder and panting as her orgasm grew, riding her nephew’s cock like a bitch in heat.
Feeling the first wave of her climax hit, Pamela pushed him out, her fingers still working her clit as she demanded he eat her cunt out as she came.
Ian dropped to her gaping hole and ate her out, licking as she bucked hard against his mouth, pulling his face hard against her and squirting a mouthful of piss into his open mouth, a huge gush of golden pleasure all for him to enjoy, torrent after torrent straight down his throat and over his face as he worked his cock, the frenzy of his own orgasm undeniable in his cock and shooting up to coat her filthy cunt in his own cum, spraying her mature slit with his seed, load after load of milky white goodness mixing with her piss, slithering down onto the rug below them.
Exhausted and satisfied, Ian slumped onto his aunt, her body limp from her orgasms, lying there with his joggers around his ankles and her tights, the same.
“Guess I won’t be seeing you as the same old, aunty Pamela, any more?” Ian asked.
“Oh, no, I still want to be called that but maybe, dirty old aunt Pamela… and maybe not so much of the ‘old’ part either, eh?”
Ian smirked.
A new fetish and a new side to his aunt, all in one day.
Not a bad way to lose his virginity, he thought.
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