To avoid completely wasting my time, I decided to stick some washing on. I was rummaging through the laundry basket when I came across one of J’s lacy white thongs.
I love the smell of her used panties, and holding them up to my nose, I breathed in her powerful scent, and immediately felt my cock stirring.
I put the thong in my pocket, stuck the laundry on and went upstairs to our bedroom. I stripped off and pulled on the thong, loving the way the lace and silk felt against my stiffening cock and how the thin strip of material at the back pressed against my asshole.
I slipped on one of J’s tops – a cotton one with pretty pink and purple polka dots on, and lay on the bed, enjoying the feeling of her underwear softly caressing my skin. I pulled out a porn mag from my stash, a copy of Voluptuous.
I really enjoy reading porn featuring bigger, curvy women, proudly showing off their ample figures and getting licked and fucked. The fat girl porn, plus J’s panties, were getting me pretty horny. I reached a hand into my panties and started stroking my cock, slowly at first, as I turned the pages of the mag. As I wanked, I pulled the panties harder into the crack of my arse, feeling the material taut against my bum.
Just before J walked in and caught me...
I was really getting into it, and I must have missed the sound of the door, because the next thing I knew, J was in the room standing by the bed and staring down at me, a strange look on her face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded – then before I could answer, she continued: “No – don’t say a thing. I can see perfectly well for myself the kind of sordid shit you get up to when I’m not here.”
I started to get up off the bed but she pushed me back down.
“No, stay there, carry on with what you’re doing. I’ll stay here and watch.”
I looked at her without moving. “Go on,” she ordered, “carry on looking at your mag and get your hand back in those knickers.”
I found this turn of events completely unnerving, but also something of a turn-on, so I did what I was told. It felt awkward at first, but the idea of J watching me while I stroked my cock and looked at porn while wearing her panties felt more and more of a turn on.
I could sense J behind me, but if I looked round, she snapped, “Don’t look at me. I’m going to watch you, and you’re going to do what you’re told.
I carried on, feeling deliciously powerless and completely at the power of this sensuous BBW. Then, I felt J’s hand slide down the back of my panties, between the thong and my bum, then two of her fingers parted my ass cheeks as she started smearing something cold and slippery around my arsehole.
I looked over my shoulder, and could hardly belive what I saw.