My Cumslut Panties [F] [FF] [gross]

The first time, i think it was just his thing. After thoroughly taking my virginity, and making me quiver on his cock, the first one pulled out and came into my black pair of panties with a purple lacey trim.

Somehow that pair got thrown down under my bed, but for the first one, i wore them every time we fucked after that. He liked it. Said it made me seem like such a slut. At the time, i wasn’t.

The next one liked it too, and the one after that. They all kinda liked it. The panties became soiled with the cum of my many terrible boyfriends.

I started wearing them around the house. They made me feel slutty and dirty, and i kinda liked it, so i never washed them. Cum and my wet pussy continued to coat every square inch of the fabric.

It wasn’t long before i bought a shirt, and started having guys cum all over it. The more cum i wore the sluttier i got. I started wearing the cum panties to school, and cum-rag shirt around the house. My mother never said anything, but gave me strange looks. Its not like she hasn’t heard all the guys i fuck at night, so its not surprising she just wouldn’t say anything. She knows what i am, and i like it that way – it makes me smile.

Leggings were obviously next; it took longer to get enough fucks though. I messaged dozens of guys at once, i brought sex into the conversation in each one, teased them, and they would all ask eventually. And i always said yes. Day by day, fuck by cumshot, i managed to get a pair soiled from butt to crouch to thighs to feet. It took months, but i was happy when i was done.

I’m wet all the time now – i can faintly smell the cum of dozens of one-night-stands and astray boyfriends of other girls. I spent my days at home covered in it, in a sense. Around my cleavage, ass, and pussy – the stains were especially bad. Every second i saw my mom i felt so slutty. How many cum shots until she says something? I wanted her to say something. I wanted her to call me a slut.

I remember the first time i wore the outfit to a nightclub. Girls and guys called me a slut left and right.

I kept buying more clothes and trying to get them soiled as fast as possible – every time i felt more and more disgusting and dirty. I bought a black choker with the word ‘slut’ printed on it and got it covered, a headband, socks, more panties, and bras.

But it wasn’t enough. I bought sluttier things. I bought crotchless panties, smaller and more revealing shirts, i bought leggings that were thin and slightly transparent. I wore them outside, to class, everywhere i could. I wore hoop earings, chokers, collars, anything to make me look sluttier. I made myself the pinnacle of sluttiness.

I managed to get lip injections and fake tits a while later, and i figured out the best places to find guys down to fuck – like the gym – where i did squats and bicep curls to improve my booty and make it easier to jerk guys off. By this point i was the best at sucking guys off, i knew to keep my tongue over my teeth, and my engorged lips made them cum faster. Somehow i had managed to very slightly start to tame my gag reflex.

Half-way through college at this point, no one was sluttier than me, and my mom had started to acknowledge it. She started joking about my sexual habits, called me a slut a few times.

I wanted to see how far i could push it, so around the house i wore my transparent, cum-stained leggings all the time, however now i had them ripped over my crotchless panties. I was constantly exposed around the house. I watched tv with my mom with legs spread, pussy out for all to see. I wanted her to curse and scream, and she did call me slut more often, but she never really tried to intervene.

I grew to really crave her resistance but it never came. I did all sorts of horrible things. I left my door open when i would fuck guys, i would moan louder and let my sluttiness pour out. She must’ve been woken up by it, but she refused to come out to scream and yell.

I tried leaving my jizz-soiled panties all around, in the bathroom, on the kitchen table, on her bed. Everytime i found them returned to my bed – not a word said.

Cum-soaked panties became the only thing that i wore around the house. I ate dinner like that. It was so a competition at this point – who would blink first?

God, it had been so long. I had become openly a complete and total slut. When i fucked i didn’t care who it was or what they did. Some fucked face-to-face and like normal, others slapped me around and spanked me. My mother heard all of it, hell for all i know, she saw all of it from behind my door.

However, just when i thought i couldn’t get any worse, or nothing dirtier could happen in my life, one day i noticed that one of my pairs of cum-stained panties… was missing.

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It must’ve been her. I bet she’s trying to slowly take them from me. Does she have idea how many loads it took to soil those? They were my best pair, crotchless and lacey and everything.

A few weeks past and i gave up looking for them, and i had hit peak sluttiness. I was often completely naked around the house, except for my cum-covered panties. When i slept or fucked, i left the door open every time. When i went to the bathroom, i left the door open. When i showered, i left the curtain and the door open. I still went to the gym and worked on my body, my ass had become tight and firm, but also fatter and bigger from injections. My lips were fat and i always kept them bright pink. My hair was died bleach-blonde – as close as i could get to the white color of cum.

I bought sex toys, butt-plugs and dildos and virbators and chains and rope, anything and everything. I left them all in plain view on my night stand, for my mother to see should she glance into my room on her way to hers.

One day however, i saw something that changed my life forever. My crotchless, cum-stained panties had been missing for weeks, but what did i see when my mother bent over to pick something up? Underneath her jeans and around her shapely ass, my panties.

I gave her butt a hard smack.

“What the hell, you little slut?” She said calmly.

“My panties, slut. You’re wearing them.” I was at my breaking point. Tell me to stop acting this way, don’t become like me!

Her face grew red.

“What? You like them? You like how they make you feel, don’t you?”

“I… no…” she stammered.

In my excited state, i stepped closer to her. “You wanna be a slut like me huh? Even with that milf body, you’re gonna have to try hard to beat me.” There was a pause.

“I could be better.” She said, her breathing quick.

“You don’t have it in you. Sure, you like wearing the panties. But what have you done?” I said, taunting her.

“You think you’re such hot shit?”

“I do. I am the worst, and i love it.”

Mom’s head tilted, like she had just thought of something to one up me. Hell, what could she possibly do? Get naked?

Pausing, her hand rised, then lowered down her stomach; and into her jeans. She started to rub, masturbating right in front of me. Thats one thing i hadn’t done in front of her.

She became brazen. I could only stand their in just my pair of regular cum-stained panties and watch as she stripped down, pulling her shirt off and bra – revealing her natural big tits to me. Not even my implants lived up to them. She stripped down her jeans.

She moaned and breathed heavy as she fingered through the crotchless panties, staring at me, wondering what i would do.

I left. I couldn’t handle it i guess, but i had a plan. I will be worse. She may have won the battle, but she hasn’t won the war.

Later that evening i emerged from my room to find mom with a top and panties on. Guess she does want to be worse, but she’s gonna have to try harder than that.

With my plan in mind, i approached her in front of the couch. I had hand-ripped one of my stained panties, my tightest pair, from the front of the waist band to the back. My entire pussy and ass was left exposed.

Lube and butt-plug in hand, i turned around with my ass facing toward mom. I spread my legs and ran lube over my ass. I bent over, spread, and moaned as i put the plug in.

She was breathing hard – clearly it was the dirtiest thing she had ever seen, made worse by the fact it was me, her own daughter.

I sat down in the recliner, and grinded my ass into the chair.

Mom sat their a good minute, not moving, just breathing heavily. But she hatched a plan – of course she did.

She left the room, and i heard distinctly that her footsteps did not go to her room, but to mine.

When she returned, she held a long dildo made of translucent flexible plastic – colored pink. I had just used that in my pussy this morning.

She took it into her mouth slowly at first, but was determined. She took it farther and farther, and before long she was throating it in and out. She gagged and gagged, but still forced it down her throat farther. It wasn’t long before thick strands of spit hung from her face, white and sticky, her hard-earned gag-spit make over. It dripped and strung across her shirt, onto her breasts. She didn’t touch herself, or move, she watched tv as best she could, but milking her mouth for saliva at the same time. It came out thicker than i had ever seen in any porn, her face was red and her makeup ran down her face from her tears – but somehow she managed to smile as she spit out a mouth-full of gag-spit all over herself and stared at me, licking her lips, the strands of gag-spit further soiling my cumslut panties.

Her face was used by her own hand, and it was clear she had won again. But its not over. Not until i win for good, and i will be worse.

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End of part 1. More?

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