The morning after Melanie jerked me off, she took Kathy to church. Before they left they cooked breakfast downstairs together. I woke up after they did and could smell bacon, potatoes, the works. Kathy called me to come downstairs to eat. I got up and put on my shorts (the same ones I pulled down so Melanie could wrap her hand around my cock) and waited at the door, just staring at it, afraid to go. Kathy called my name again, and I took a deep breath and opened it and went downstairs.
“Morning,” I said. Kathy and Melanie were already dressed and eating on the kitchen island. Melanie looked up at me.
“Eat, Anthony,” Melanie said. “There’s plenty of food.” I served myself and although I was kind of nervous, I had an appetite. I felt no guilt from what’s been going on, but I also felt no arousal. It was like Melanie was able to turn it off, like a switch. If she ever wanted to turn it back on, I’d know.
We ate together, and Melanie’s husband and Kathy’s father came home. He ate with us too, and that was the only part of the morning that got me pretty nervous. He ate quickly, though, and he told us he’s going shooting with his brother till the next morning. He left around the same time Kathy and Melanie left to church (I don’t go to mass).
Home alone, I figured I could read. When I went upstairs to get my book, I noticed Melanie’s door was open. No one was home, just me. I slowly walked in and pushed open one of the double doors.
Melanie’s bed is huge, a king size I think. Either way, you could fit like three people in it. It was unmade. I walked around the bedroom. I’d been in it before but I never really paid attention to what was in it. On her nightstand was a glass dish with a rosary in it, and a stack of books, including an old paperback copy of Gone with the Wind. At the foot of her bed were her sandals. They were worn and you could see the dark impression her feet left in them. I’m not a foot guy, but the feeling of sneaking into a bedroom and snooping, it unlocks new things in you. I picked up one of the sandals and sniffed it. It smelled like feet, of course, but I thought if Melanie asked me to lick her toes clean, you’d bet your fucking ass I would, and I’d probably come by the time I wrapped my tongue around her pinky toe.
I put the sandal down right where I found it and walked to her running shoes, which were placed by the elliptical machine, and did the same thing. The smell was stronger. I put the shoe down and walked to her bathroom (her shower and vanity/sink is opened with her bedroom, the toilet has its own room). I stepped into the standing shower where she washed her body every morning, where she probably ran her hand and fingers in between her plump ass cheeks, building soap suds; in my head I saw her go from her ass to her pussy, washing and fucking herself simultaneously. She has one of those shower heads that makes it so that it’s like it’s raining, so go crazy with that mental image. I know I have a million times since.
I stepped out of the shower and approached a pile of Melanie’s dirty clothes. She was usually a neat and tidy person, professional and organized, but looking at the pile of clothes on the floor, I knew deep down she liked being dirty. She can’t help it. I picked up a pair of lacy black underwear. It was at the top of the pile–was this the pair she wore as she rubbed my cock the night before? I wondered if they were the pair, and if they were stained from her wet pussy. I brought the panties up to my mouth and nose and inhaled. These panties cradled Melanie’s pussy and asshole all day, and Melanie worked long, hard hours, sweating all day, while she sat in her desk chair, in traffic.
I couldn’t hold it much longer–I was already leaking precum–I blanketed my cock with Melanie’s panties and started jacking off. The lace was kind of rough against my cock but I didn’t care. I wanted Melanie’s sweat, pubes, pussy juice all over my cock. I wanted to smell like her pussy and asshole, I wanted all that inside my cock, under my foreskin. I leaned over the vanity and came into the panties but over the sink so I wouldn’t make a mess. I turned on the faucet to wash my cum down the drain, but I was still draining my cock. I hadn’t come that many times in a week since Kathy and I were in college (I rarely masturbate more than once a week). Melanie had awakened me, awakened my cock, and I hope that I had awakened something in her too, because I wanted to do more than have her rub my cock and have me come into a cup–I wanted my cum inside her. I knew she would make it difficult for me to get to that point, but I was willing to wait. I was willing to jump through any hoops Melanie laid out for me. I’d be her little bitch, her fuckboy. Anything she wanted.
When I stopped coming, I didn’t know what to do with the panties. I’d washed cum off my boxers before but I didn’t know if it’d come off of lace, and I didn’t want to run the washer and dryer and have Melanie and Kathy come home to find it.
I thought of placing the panties back on the pile of clothes, exactly like it was before, for Melanie to find. Or maybe I could put it in one of her drawers so only she could see, or under her pillow. But I was afraid someone else would find it, or, possibly worse: I was afraid Melanie wouldn’t like it. I didn’t want to risk going too far and ruin any future possibilities between us. So I carefully carried it in my hand and took it to mine and Kathy’s bedroom and stuffed it in back of a drawer I’ve been using (one Kathy wouldn’t have a reason to open).
Melanie and Kathy came home a little before noon; they’d made a Starbucks run. I was reading on the couch, and we had a relatively normal Sunday! If Melanie noticed her panties were missing, I think she had an idea of what might’ve happened to them. I hope her imagination ran wild.
This was supposed to be a quick blurb before going into the third encounter between Melanie and I, but I had fun going into detail and it’s already getting pretty long, so I’m just going to make this a short update, hope that’s alright. I’m having a blast telling you guys my experiences with Melanie, it’s been a great distraction from the shitstorm that’s been going on the past few days.
Nothing I could do about it now, but what do you guys think, was I right in taking the panties, or should I have left it for Melanie as a surprise? What would you have done?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4gzu9x/my_mother_in_law_and_i_have_been_meeting_each