Heather’s Panties Punishment: Caught & Claimed
Heather came home early from yoga, still in her tight black leggings and cropped top, sweat making the fabric cling to every curve. The house was quiet—too quiet. Then she heard it: the soft, rhythmic slap of skin on skin coming from her bedroom. Her bedroom.
She pushed the door open silently. There he was—her 19-year-old stepson Ethan—on her bed, her favorite black lace thong wrapped around his cock, stroking furiously. The crotch was pressed to his nose, eyes closed, inhaling her scent like it was oxygen. A pair of her soiled gym panties lay beside him, clearly used for the same purpose. His hips bucked, pre-cum glistening on the lace.
“What the actual fuck, Ethan?”
His eyes snapped open. Terror. Shame. Instant freeze. But Heather didn’t yell. She stepped inside, closed and locked the door, then leaned against it with arms crossed, smirking. “You like Mommy’s dirty panties that much, huh? Sniffing my cunt like a desperate little pervert?”
He stammered apologies, tried to cover himself. She strode over, snatched the thong from his hand, and slapped it across his face—hard. “Don’t you dare stop. Keep stroking. Show me how badly you wanted to cum in them.”
Trembling, he obeyed. Heather peeled off her leggings, revealing no panties underneath—just her smooth, shaved pussy already glistening. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs, pinning his wrists above his head with surprising strength. “You think you can sneak in here and jerk your pathetic cock with my things? You’re going to pay for every sniff.”
She lowered herself onto his face. “Lick it clean, boy. Taste what you’ve been fantasizing about.” Ethan groaned into her folds, tongue diving deep, lapping at her juices like he was starving. She ground down hard, smothering him, riding his mouth until her thighs shook. “That’s it—eat Mommy’s pussy like the filthy little panty thief you are.”
When she came, she flooded his mouth, hips bucking, smearing her slickness across his chin and cheeks. Then she slid down his body, grabbed his aching cock—still wrapped in her thong—and stroked him roughly. “You don’t get to cum yet. Not until I say.”
She turned around, ass in his face, and sank onto his cock reverse cowgirl. Her tight, wet heat swallowed him whole. She rode him slow at first—teasing—then slammed down hard, ass cheeks clapping against his hips. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To fuck the cunt you’ve been sniffing? Too bad you’re just my toy now.”
She reached back, shoved two fingers into his mouth. “Suck them like you wish you could suck cock for me.” He moaned, obeying instantly. She laughed cruelly. “Maybe next time I’ll make you do it for real—watch you gag on dick while I sit on your face.”
Heather bounced faster, nails digging into his thighs. “Beg me to let you cum inside your stepmom’s pussy.” His voice cracked: “Please… Mommy… please let me cum in you… I’ll be good… I’ll never touch your panties again without permission…” She clenched around him. “Wrong. You’ll touch them whenever I tell you to. Now fill me up, you disgusting little pervert.”
He exploded—thick ropes pumping deep inside her, hips jerking uncontrollably. Heather milked every drop, then lifted off, letting his cum drip out onto his cock and balls. She scooped it up with her fingers, shoved them into his mouth. “Clean your mess. Taste what a bad boy leaves behind.”
He sucked obediently, eyes glassy. Heather leaned down, kissed him hard—tasting herself and his cum on his tongue—then whispered against his lips: “Next time I catch you, the punishment gets worse. And trust me, baby… I hope you get caught again.”
She stood, slipped her soaked thong back on over the leaking mess, and walked out—leaving him spent, humiliated, and already aching for more.