Masturbating in my mother's old panties

After finding my mother's panties, I couldn't resist the allure. I slipped them on and began to pleasure myself, culminating in a release that filled the room with the scent of warm, sticky satisfaction.

Indulging in a tantalizing game of self-pleasure, I reached for a pair of my mother's panties, a forbidden fruit that's always been irresistible. The thrill of the taboo made my manhood stir with anticipation. Slipping into the silk caress of her Calzon, the sensation was too much to resist. My hand guided my throbbing member, stroking it in a rhythm that had me gasping for breath. The room was filled with the quiet rustle of fabric against skin, a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the air. The climax was explosive, my hot seed painting the old panties in a testament to my unbridled desire. The sight was as satisfying as the act itself, a perfect end to a perfect session of self-indulgence. As I pulled off the panties, a smirk formed on my lips. This was one game I knew I'd play again.