Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2018 08:41:39 -0600 From: John Smith Subject: Panty Thief Son - 1 This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2018. I own all legal rights to it. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please help them keep on providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Panty Thief Son I never thought I'd be right here. Ripping a huge hit of poppers, buried deep in my 13 year old son's hairless ass, pushing my ex-wife's panties to the side of his hole. I could barely remember how it was that I got here. All I knew at that very second, was that Johnny's perfect little fuck hole was about to take its third load of the night. My wife and I got married after several years of dating. I had no clue if I wanted to be married but knew I didn't want to be alone. I did a great job of enjoying boring missionary sex and continual nagging. Five years in and I was having sex with my wife once or twice a month, only to make a baby. I was about to leave her and bam, baby boy. He was the pride of my life and I finally divorced his mother when he was 11. He had been living with his mom for about a year and finally asked to split time living with me. I went to the nines with Johnny's room. No more little kid furniture, a large manly bed and dresser filled the room. I'd mounted a flat screen TV across the bed from him. He had a dark new bathroom, desk and chair, hell he had a couch! He moved in and the two of us were immediately close! We would watch action movies, grill steaks, drank a few beers and other guy stuff. Long nights reading books, watching HBO, and staying up too late started to get fewer and farther between. Two weeks in and Johnny started to go to bed 1 hour then 2 hours ahead of me. Was I partying too hard around him? 3 Months Later- One night I decided to go to bed a little earlier and little more sober than usual. Johnny had gone back to his mother's for a couple of weeks and I was ecstatic to have him back at the house. Walking by his room I heard the very distinct sound of techno and definitely recognized the sounds of porn and masturbation. Without hesitation my cock sprang to life in my athletic shorts. Embarrassed that I had been listening to him, I tossed and turned all night thinking about what I had seen and heard. I decided that when he went to school, I had to search his room. What if he needed my help? What if he was having trouble at his mom's? I had to search his room when he went to school and find out what was going on in my son's life. The second I parked the car I ran into Johnny's room. I looked around and it was the fairly common messy room of a teenager. His couch was positioned looking at the TV screen and computer monitor. His desk drawer was slightly open and something lacy hung out of it ever so slightly. I opened the drawer and discovered a literal treasure trove of thongs, panties, bras and lingerie. Lace and satin, large and small, sexy and boring, Johnny had been busy. I definitely recognized some had come from his mother but most of them were unfamiliar. The sight of this hidden treasure of sexy lingerie, the knowledge my son was going around stealing underwear to do god knows what... it was too much. I could not pull my cock out fast enough to bust a load into that silky fabric. Three strokes into the cum rag thong my son had been using and I came harder than I had ever cum before. Coming back down to earth, I returned the thong and knew I needed to know what little Johnny had been doing at night. I went to my room, grabbed a small camera linked to my computer and mounted it inconspicuously to his big screen. Johnny got home from school and immediately ran up to his room. He had started to masturbate 3 months ago and couldn't get enough of it. Locking the door, he pulled out his favorite thong cum rag (that he had taken from his mom) and furiously beat a load out. He did some homework, watched a little TV, and deposited two more teenage loads into his trophy. Tucking it back into the desk drawer, he bounded downstairs to join his Dad for dinner. Dinner was uneventful and boring. He and Dad talked about his classes, how his friends were doing, and discussed if they thought their favorite NFL team would do well this year. It was Monday night and the game that night promised to be a doozy. Dad had been drinking his normal dinner beers and offered him one for the game. Cool! Johnny finished his beer, looked up at the TV and realized that it was just now halftime and he had no interest in the game. The beer had made him horny (surprise) and he needed some "personal" time. He told his Dad that he was tired and bounded up the stairs. I slowly drained my beer and opened my laptop. I had already watched my son jerk off 3 times that afternoon and knew I was in for a show. Johnny had already stripped and was lying on his bed slowly jerking his preteen cock. Looking directly at the TV I could tell he was watching a porn and really enjoying himself. It was then that I heard an unfamiliar voice call out from his computer speakers: "Thats good you little faggot, I was hoping you'd be back on tonight. Show me that tight little boipussy and make me cum." Johnny seductively put on one of his mother's thongs and started posing for his webcam. Grabbing his cheeks he spread his hairless little ass for his webcam and bent over. Alternating between sucking his fingers, fingering his asshole, and jerking his cock he put on the hottest show I had ever seen for 20 minutes. It was all too much for me and I blew another huge load directly into my jeans. My arousal didn't drop a single beat and I knew that my son was going to be my new live in cum dump. All my fantasies raced through my mind and I spent the next the next few hours in my room ordering supplies and planning my reveal. I ordered a chastity cage, lube, buttplugs, dildos, a fuck machine, poppers, and plethora of sexy lingerie and jockstraps all for my loving boy. I hatched a plan for our next Monday Night Football game. Waking up in the morning, I was hungover and felt a twang of guilt. Had I really spied on my son last night and ordered all that equipment? One check on the webcam in Johnny's room and I was more determined then ever. There he was, beating off into another pair of panties, perfect round ass exposed to the camera. The UPS driver was going to be busy this week.