My Cumslut Panties (Part 1) (rewrite) [fm] [fM] [cum/cum-stains]

I remember how it all began. The incest, the sluttiness, the stains.

 

It was my first time, but not his. He was skilled and experienced and older, and he knew he was gonna get to fuck me from our first date. Anyways, its relatively unimportant who he was really, as he was only the first one who would start me down a path. And he would do it with just one load. Of course he fucked me without a condom, maybe I wanted it even back then, maybe I was just too excited. He was inside me before I even thought of it.

 

With my panties pulled to the side and his hands at my tits, he used me for pleasure and then pulled out, dumping his load on my pair of black panties. He took them off me and threw them across the room before going down on me just to finish me off, probably just so he could get to fuck me again.

 

That pair of panties somehow ended up out of sight in my cluttered closet, not to be found until long after my first fuck broke up with me because I kissed his older brother. I went a long time without a boyfriend, and I became incredibly sexual, constantly trying to get guys to fuck me but somehow failing like the awkward teenager I was. I developed a slight fetish for being a slut, among other dirty things I liked but swore never to actually do.

 

And then, just before I was going to masturbate just like any other day, I found them. A cum-stained pair of panties that still smelled of the sex I missed so much. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I was incredibly turned on, I rubbed the stain, rubbing myself through it. I smelled it while I fingered myself. It smelled vaguely of cock and sex, something I had missed so much.

 

And then the awkward teenager phase ended in senior year of high school. Suddenly, boys came easy, literally and figuratively. I always wore the stained panties when I went on dates and invited them back home. They all loved cumming on my dirty panties. They became stained from boyfriends, friends with benefits, one night stands; from front to back, all around the waist, inside and out. The more cum stained them the hornier it made me – I became sluttier and sluttier.

 

I started wearing them under my jeans around the house. I loved eating dinner with my mother, who would likely hate this habit of mine, stains of dozens of cocks right across from her soiling her own daughter. The white trails and blotches and stains from cum and my wet pussy. The panties made me horny and wet and desperate for more. If wearing them around my mother made me horny, wearing them to school gave me a rush. I flirted with every guy I came across. I even started bending over in short dresses, wearing more revealing outfits. I sexted all day and all night, its easy to get a guy into the bedroom with just a few texts, especially high school boys.

 

Of course panties aren’t the only thing you can cover with cum, everything else just takes longer but I had no shortage of loads, more than ever in fact. I brought guys home every night. I had leggings, the panties, a black shirt, all which I slowly began to cover with cum. It took a lot longer, but eventually, I had my perfect slutty outfit. I would stare at myself in the mirror just rubbing myself slowly, surrounded by cumshots from neck to ankle. It gave me such a rush, and I knew I was an addict to the slutty rush, but I loved it too much to stop, for I loved that I was such as slut as to be addicted to something so filthy.

 

And you know what happens to addicts. They crave the high, but the high becomes harder and harder to get with the same amount of stimulant. I only wore my cumslut outfit in my room, sometimes I put it on for the guys who liked my slutty panties a lot. But at some point, I needed more, and I knew exactly what I craved.

 

I woke up one morning and dress in my slutty outfit. I was shaking as I unlocked the door, walked into the kitchen where my mother ate breakfast, and prepared a bowl of cereal right in front of her. Covered in the loads of a hundred guys she had seen walking into my room. Her normal good morning was cut short, she didn’t eat her breakfast, just stared at me. But she said nothing. I wanted her to say *something.* I wanted her to yell and chastise me.

 

So of course I only wore it around the house more and more, eventually all the time. We watched TV and ate dinner together, with my sluttiness on full display. Hundreds of loads of jizz right in her face. But still, she said nothing. Meanwhile I covered more shirts, more leggings, jeans and chokers and socks and shoes, only getting dirtier and dirtier.

 

I wasn’t just a cumslut either. I let them do whatever they want, I let them spank me and slap me, fuck my ass and dump their loads down my throat. I was so easy it was laughable; my friends only talked to me with fascination, and I seemed to have more friends than ever, even with girls. Guys around the school knew all around of my perverted lifestyle; and basically none of them were virgins. They didn’t fall in love with me, nor claim me; they knew what I was, and treated me like it. It wasn’t uncommon for boys I didn’t know to smack my ass in the hall and get nothing but smiles from me.

 

Of course being a dumb slut, my once straight A’s went to straight F’s. When that happened, I stopped caring, and began wearing my outfits to school. The administrators (being all men) said nothing, how could they say anything? They were to shocked and scared to say anything, and what C’s I did earn – I didn’t earn by *not* fucking my teachers.

 

At home I began to take drastic measures. Anything to have her call me a slut, to have her ground me, to have her yell. I began to fuck boys with the door open, just down the hall from her in the living room. I moaned and groaned at full volume, she heard every fuck, every bed squeak, every grunt as another load got dumped either inside me or on my skin and clothes. I sometimes left my clothes around the house, I showered with the door and curtains open, I watched porn on my phone right in front of her, the volume in my headphones turned up to max, so she could faintly hear the moans.

 

But still she said nothing. She passed by the bathroom as I showered, saying nothing. She returned my lost stained panties to my bed, without comment. She never yelled at me to close the door, she wouldn’t even leave the house for a moment to not hear my moans. She just let it happen, and it seemed there was nothing I could do to get a reaction.

 

But then one day, my favorite pair of panties – the original pair which started it all – was missing. I searched high and low, but they could not be found. I cherished them, but just like that: gone. As I exhausted places to find them, I began to suspect that she has finally started to react. She had taken them and probably thrown them away. She would probably start to throw them away faster than I can cover them in cum; slowly take my filthy lifestyle from me.

 

But I was wrong. Because one day my mother would stand up from dinner table to fetch something from a cabinet, bending over in her jeans, and under her jeans I saw the waist band of a black, cum-stained pair of panties.

 

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Thanks for reading. This is part 1 of a rewrite of a series I’ve posted before, so if you want a higher quality story with less typos try not to read the other parts on my profile. If you want me to continue, let me know in the comments, it really helps motivate me to write and I would love to hear your thoughts on the story.

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