Daughters Panties Stories

The sun was just beginning to set, the sky in a brilliant orange and pink glow. I, however, wasn’t looking at the sky, I was standing in the middle of my bedroom, my eyes glued to the drawer that just held something very special. I hesitantly stepped closer, as if in a trance, until I finally opened the drawer, revealing its contents. There, for me to see, were my two daughters’ discarded panties.

My heart began to race and I could feel my body temperature start to rise as I looked at the tiny pieces of clothing. I knew I’d been drawn to them, but I hadn’t expected to feel quite this aroused. I reached in and grabbed one, running it through my fingers and feeling the fabric against my skin. I felt an intense, unbridled desire that I couldn’t ignore any longer.

As I began to caress the panties, my mind started to wander to what my two beautiful daughters were doing this very moment. Were they out with friends, flirting and laughing carelessly, or were they already in bed, their skin warm and their dreams sweet? The thought of their innocence and vulnerability only increased my arousal and I felt my hands start to shake as I imagined what it would be like to touch them, to feel their young, tender bodies as I explored their hidden desires.

The more I fantasized about it, the more my desire for them deepened and I decided I needed to act on it. I took out the other pair of panties, this time a pair of my oldest daughter’s, and held them up in front of me, my eyes sparkling with lust. I slowly slid them up my legs, letting the fabric tease my skin as I reveled in the sensation.

Once I had them secure, I took out a pair of black stockings and my favorite red dress and carefully put them on. I felt ready now, ready to act out my naughty fantasies and no longer feeling ashamed of my desires. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. I was headed to the local brothel, a place where I knew I could find the kind of pleasure I was looking for.

The music was thumping and the air was thick with the scent of perfume and cigarettes as I entered the brothel. I could feel all eyes on me, the men wondering who this unfamiliar beauty was that had just entered the building. As I made my way to the back room, my heart was pounding with anticipation. I felt like a deer in the headlights, my body trembling in anticipation of what was to come.

I finally made my way to the back room, feeling my skin heat up at the sight of the many scantily clad women. As I surveyed the room, my eyes finally settled on one woman in particular – a tall, slender woman with curves in all the right places. She was wearing a pair of red panties similar to the ones I was wearing, and I felt my desire grow even stronger.

I approached the woman and my body responded to her in a way I had never experienced before. We talked for a few minutes, and then it was time to get down to business. I nervously asked her what she was offering, and she replied with a genuine smile and a passionate kiss. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom, and it was here that she began to show me the true meaning of pleasure.

The woman explored my body with her hands, tongue, and lips, and I felt my entire body come alive with pleasure. As she teased and explored, her hands coming ever closer to my most intimate areas, I felt a deep and overwhelming desire consume my body. I begged her to take me, and she obliged, her movements becoming more and more passionate as we moved together.

We explored each other’s bodies and pleasures for hours until finally, I could no longer contain my desire. I begged her to penetrate me, and without hesitation, she obliged. I felt my body come alive with pleasure as she moved inside me and I gasped in pleasure. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we both came together in an explosive climax.

Afterward, we lay together in silence, the only sound in the room being the sound of our heavy breathing. I looked at the woman and thanked her for the experience, and although I knew it wasn’t something I could repeat anytime soon, I was grateful for the pleasure she had brought me. As I was about to leave, I noticed something on the bed – my daughters’ panties, which I had forgotten in my haste.

I smiled, realizing that I now had two pairs of panties that were not only reminders of my naughty desires, but a reminder of what I desired the most – my daughters. Although I know I’ll never be able to act out my fantasies with them, I can still indulge in my desires with these special pieces of clothing. I put the panties in my pocket and headed home, feeling more fulfilled than I ever had before.

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