So I hired the kid down the street to do some yard work for me. He was home from college for the summer and his mom suggested he do some brush cutting I had to earn some spending money.  I remembered the gawky, moody brooding teen I had seen leave for school last fall and agreed to have him come this weekend to work in my yard.

Yesterday morning, I rolled out of bed for work and began brewing coffee when there was a knock at my door. I grabbed a short silky robe to cover my tiny baby-doll nightie and white lace thong before answering the door. To my surprise I found on my doorstep a sexy, handsome, grown-up version of the kid down the street. He gawked the half-naked, hot MILF in front of him and quickly looked at his feet, embarrassed. I tried to stifle my grin, I love how uncomfortable it makes men when they get a hard on looking at me. The cougar instinct took over and I moved closer to his young, lean body and put my arm around him leading him to the side of the yard I wanted him to work on. His body stiffened, I am quite sure he was very stiff trousers by the bulging mound growing there. I instructed what I wanted done and made sure he understood, then told him I was going to go get dressed and start work. When I reached the doorstep I saw from the corner of my eye he was watching my exit so I decided to give him a show. I bent at he waist to adjust a planter. I could feel a soft breeze caress the crotch of my lace thong as I exposed my scantily clad pussy to him. I stood, and turned, smiling as I saw his face flush.

I then got dressed for the day and began work, but had to giggle every time I time I thought about his red face. About noon, he tapped at the door. Somehow he had gotten a pretty good gash from the brush on his forearm and asked if he could just clean it up and put a bandage on it. I told him everything he needed was in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and to help himself.

After about 15 mins, he had not come back and I became concerned. I headed down the hall to the bathroom and saw the door was wide open. Wondering if he had used to back door to exit I entered the commode room half expecting it to be empty. Instead I found him standing in front of the vanity, face fully smothered in my white lace thongs from this morning. They had been in the bathroom hamper but now my dirty panties were under his nose as he inhaled deeply all my scents. His eyes were closed and he as sniffing the triangle of cotton usually cupping my pussy.

“You dirty, little pantie sniffer,” I exclaimed with a smirk. He jumped and dropped the crumpled dirty pair on the counter. He stammered, “I-I-I…”

“No, you have nothing to say. You are a naughty pantie sniffer, and I should tell your mother!”

He could not speak and looked panicked. I moved to the counter and sat my round ass on the edge, picked up my white thong dangling it from my forefinger.

“You want me to keep your secret?” I purred sweetly, he eagerly nodded. “Then let me see how dirty of a boy you are!” I began rubbing the huge mound in his jeans.

“Okay,” he whispered nervously. I began rubbing harder through the jeans as I lifted the skirt to my sundress with the hand that held the panties. I shoved the old panties into my clean pair and began rubbing my clit and pussy slit with them, mopping up all the moistness that had gathered and been held in by my pussy lips. I took out the wad of damp, dirty panties and held it under his nose as I undid his pants. He closed his eyes and began breathing in my scents. I pulled out a huge, thick cock swollen and throbbing, got a good grip on the thick shaft and began tugging. His eyes and mouth popped open with excitement. To his suprise, I shoved lace thong in his open gaping mouth.

“You smelled them, now taste them. Your a dirty pantie sniffer” His lips clamped shut on my deliciously dirty panties as he began sucking on the moist soiled drawers. Pre-cum oozed out of his cum hole, I used my thumb to rub it into the head of his massive dick as I kept pulling on it hard and fast. Still sitting on the counter I spread my legs wide and shoved his head down into my pantie cover pussy.

“Smell that dirty boy, you like to sniff panties? Sniff and suck them pervert!” I held my hand on the back of his neck, I felt the hard exhaling through his nose as he was taking deep whiffs of the panties holding in my pussy.

“Nasty perverts do not get the pussy just the old pussy rags” I whispered to him as I tightened my grip on his cock, pulling and twisting his thick man meat. He began to moan through my white lacy gag stuffed in his mouth. I felt his load move up his shaft before I felt the warm spurts of cum hit the inside of my calf hanging off the counter ledge. I loosened my grip on his cock as if began to slowly soften and let him rise. I pulled the soaked, soiled thong from his mouth and mopped up the glistening jiz with them.

Hopping down from the counter I tossed the pair of girlie panties at him. He caught them, unsure what to expect and began pulling up his jeans.

“You like them so much keep them, but do not ever touch my panties again without my permission” I said sternly. He nodded and stuttered, “Yes, ma’am.” as he tucked them in his pocket.

Are there any other dirty, little pantie sniffers out there I need to teach a lesson?