Kate slammed the door to the garage from the house behind her, the humid air thick with the scent of detergent and something earthier, her own unwashed clothes piled in the hamper. Her laundry was in the garage. The car door in the garage was open to the street, as earlier she had stacked some boxes outside for Goodwill to collect. She hadn’t closed it yet, something she was going to do now before she started doing some laundry.

However, Kate froze at the sight of Jason Brown, her 18-year-old black neighbor kid, hunched over the wicker basket, his dark hand buried inside, pulling out a pair of her soiled pink panties. The crotch was stained yellow from her last piss and crusted white from dried pussy juices. His eyes widened in panic as he straightened up, clutching the fabric like a guilty secret.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jason?” Kate snarled, her voice low and commanding.

She was mid-40s, curvaceous with full DD tits straining her tank top and hips that filled out her yoga pants. Her blonde hair was tied back, but strands stuck to her sweaty neck from the chore. Disgust twisted her gut. This bold little shit is stealing her dirty underwear? But a forbidden heat stirred between her legs, watching his muscular frame tense.

Jason swallowed hard, his bold streak kicking in despite the fear. “I ... uh, just borrowing, Mrs. Jones. They smell so good.”

He didn’t drop them, instead bringing the panties closer to his face, inhaling deeply right in front of her. The act was so brazen it shocked her, her pussy clenching involuntarily.

“Borrowing?” Kate repeated, raising an eyebrow, stepping closer, her dominant side surging. She grabbed his wrist, forcing the panties back toward his nose. “Don’t lie. You were stealing them so you could jerk off with them, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, bold as day.

“Show me exactly what you’d do with them, then,” she ordered. “Jerk off with my filthy panties like the pervert you are.”

“Um, right here?” Jason said, indicating the open garage door.

“You were fucking brave enough to come in here to rifle through my hamper with that door open, so jerk your meat with it open.” Her heart pounded, arousal warring with revulsion at how wet she was getting from this interracial taboo unfolding in her own garage/laundry.

Jason’s cock twitched in his shorts, already half-hard from the thrill of getting caught. He nodded, eyes locked on hers, challenging. Kate’s hand shot out, yanking down his zipper before he could react. His shorts pooled at his ankles, revealing his massive black cock springing free. It was as thick as her wrist, veined and uncut, the head already leaking pre-cum. It bobbed heavily, at least nine inches, dwarfing anything her ex had.

“Holy shit,” Kate muttered, her mouth dry.

She snatched the panties from his loose grip and wrapped the soiled crotch around his throbbing shaft, the damp fabric clinging to his dark skin. Her fingers gripped tight, stroking from base to tip in firm, urgent pulls. The panties rasped against his cock, her dried cum flaking off onto him. Jason groaned, thrusting into her hand, the risk of her open garage door heightening everything. No one could see yet, but the exposure made his balls tighten.

“Fuck, Mrs. Jones, your pussy smells nasty on these,” Jason rasped, snatching the edge of the panties from her.

He buried his nose in the crusty crotch, sniffing hard, the musky tang of her unwashed slit filling his lungs. Then, bolder, he stuck out his tongue and licked the stain, tasting the salty bitterness of her old juices and piss. His cock jerked in her stroking hand, growing even harder, pre-cum soaking through the fabric.

Kate’s breath hitched, her free hand pressing against her own aching pussy through her pants. Disgusted, god, he was licking her dirty panties like a dog in heat, but her clit throbbed, nipples hardening under her top. She pumped him faster, the panties twisting around his huge black dick, her voyeuristic thrill peaking as she watched every shameless lick and sniff.

“You filthy boy, keep going. Show me how you’d cum all over my used panties,” Kate urged.

Jason took over then, his hand replacing hers on the panty-wrapped cock. He jerked roughly, the fabric sliding wetly now from his leaking tip. Up and down, base to head, his balls slapping against his thigh with each stroke. He kept sniffing, inhaling her scent like a drug, then dragged his tongue over the crotch again, moaning as the taste hit him.

“Tastes like your wet cunt, Mrs. Jones. Bet you’d love watching me nut in your nasty panties,” Jason said. His voice was thick, urgent, the interracial contrast of his dark hand on her white panties driving him wild.

She stepped back, leaning against the dryer, her eyes glued to the obscene display. Jason’s massive cockhead poked through the leg hole of the panties, purple and swollen, as he masturbated shamelessly right there. The garage felt exposed, the hum of the washer masking his grunts, but anyone walking by the garage could hear or see. Kate’s disgust melted into raw horniness. Her pussy dripped, soaking her own fresh panties. She bit her lip, one hand slipping under her waistband to rub her clit while she watched him edge closer, his bold eyes daring her to join or stop him.

Jason’s strokes quickened, the panties bunching around his thick shaft, her stains smearing into his skin. He licked again, sucking the fabric into his mouth, savoring the filthy flavor. “Gonna cum soon, watching you watch me,” he growled, his free hand cupping his heavy balls, tugging them as pre-cum strung from his tip.

Kate’s fingers circled her pussy faster, the voyeurism consuming her, disgusted by his perversion, yet so fucking aroused she couldn’t look away, her body aching for whatever came next.

Kate’s fingers delved deeper under her waistband, her slick pussy lips parting easily as she rubbed her swollen clit in frantic circles. The sight of Jason’s massive black cock straining against her soiled panties, his tongue lapping at the crusty crotch like a starving animal, sent jolts of disgust and desire crashing through her. She was a MILF in her mid-40s, used to control, but this bold black teen had her dripping wet in her own garage, the risk of the open garage door making her heart race. No one had walked by yet, but the edge sharpened her arousal, her voyeuristic kink flaring as she watched him defile her dirty underwear.

“Enough teasing yourself with that rag,” Kate snapped, her voice husky and commanding. She pulled her hand free, slick fingers glistening with her juices, and pointed at his throbbing dick. “Spread my filthy panties over your huge black cock. Cover every inch and ride them like the pervert you are.”

Her words hung in the humid air, sharp and unyielding, her dominant side pushing him further despite the revulsion twisting in her gut.

Jason’s eyes locked on hers, his bold grin flashing white against his dark skin. He gripped the pink fabric tighter, the yellow piss stain and white cum crust flaking off as he stretched it wide. pre-cum oozed from his uncut tip, soaking the material further. With a grunt, he draped the panties over his shaft, pulling the leg holes taut around the base so the crotch panel hugged his veined length like a second skin. The soiled spot pressed directly against his cockhead, her old pussy scent enveloping him completely. His balls hung heavy below, tightening as the fabric rasped against his sensitive skin.

“Like this, Mrs. Jones?” Jason rasped, his voice thick with lust.

He positioned his hips forward, the panties stretched tight, and started thrusting into his fist. Up and down, he rode the fabric hard, the wet slide of pre-cum mixing with Kate’s dried juices creating obscene squelching sounds. His moans filled the garage, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the washer’s hum.

“Fuck, your dirty cunt smells so strong on my dick. Gonna fuck these panties raw.”

Kate leaned back against the dryer, her full tits heaving under her tank top as she watched intently. Her blue eyes fixed on the interracial contrast, her white, stained panties clinging to his thick black cock, the fabric bulging with each urgent stroke. She bit her lower lip hard, the pain grounding her against the flood of arousal.

Disgust roiled in her stomach at how shameless he was, masturbating with her stolen underwear, but her pussy throbbed, clit aching for more. “Harder, you little thief,” she commanded, her tone sharp and teasing. “Pump that big black cock into my piss-soaked panties. Make them even dirtier with your pre-cum.”

Jason’s breath came in pants, his muscular chest glistening with sweat under his shirt. He thrust faster under her piercing gaze, desperate to please this sexy white MILF who’d caught him. The panties chafed deliciously against his shaft, the crusty crotch grinding into his frenulum with every jerk. His free hand cupped his balls, squeezing them as he rode harder, moans turning to guttural groans.

“Yes, Mrs. Jones, watch me fuck your filthy undies. Your pussy taste is all over my tongue still,” he said. He dragged his hips forward, the cockhead poking through the stretched fabric, purple and slick, veins pulsing visibly.

The nastiness consumed Kate, her fingers twitching at her sides as she fought the urge to touch herself again. She crossed her arms under her tits, pushing them up, nipples poking like diamonds through the thin material. Her arousal peaked, a fresh gush of wetness soaking her yoga pants. The garage felt smaller, hotter, the scent of his musky arousal mixing with her dirty clothes.

“‘Faster, Jason, you little shit. Thrust like you mean it, show me how bad you want to cum on my used panties,” Kate urged, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, commanding him with every word. “Do you do this to your mother’s dirty panties? Your sisters?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grunted. “Every chance I get.”

She bit her lip again, harder, tasting blood as his moans grew uncontrollable, his body tensing. “God, you’re such a deviant, Jason.”

Jason’s hand blurred on his panty-covered cock, the fabric now translucent with his leaking pre-cum, her stains dissolving into a messy slurry. He panted desperately, eyes never leaving her face, the risk heightening his kink. Anyone could peek through the garage door and see this black teen jerking off with his neighbor’s panties.

“Shit, I’m close, Mrs. Jones. Your commands are making my balls ache,” the boy said.

His thrusts turned erratic, hips bucking wildly, the panties slipping slightly, but he yanked them back, riding harder. Moans ripped from his throat, raw and animalistic, his huge cock swelling thicker under the tight wrap.

Kate’s thighs clenched, her pussy clenching emptily as she watched the obscene display. Disgust lingered at the edges. God, he was such a filthy panty sniffer, but it only fueled her horniness, her dominant voyeur side reveling in controlling his shameless masturbation. Her fingers twitched toward her waistband again, itching to rub her dripping slit while he edged closer, but she held back, urging him on with a sharp glare and bitten lip.

“Don’t stop now, boy. Keep riding those dirty panties for me, let me see you lose it,” Kate ordered.

The words spilled out, her arousal demanding more, the tension coiling tighter in the humid room as Jason’s body shuddered on the brink.

Kate couldn’t hold back anymore. The sight of Jason’s massive black cock bulging under her piss-stained panties, his body trembling on the edge, pushed her dominant urges to the forefront. She stepped closer, her yoga pants clinging to her soaked thighs, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. The garage’s open door let in a faint breeze, heightening the risk, anyone could glance in and catch this interracial filth unfolding. Her blue eyes burned into his, disgust and lust warring in her chest as she grabbed his shoulder, nails digging in.

“Drop to your knees, you filthy panty fucker,” Kate commanded, her voice a sharp whip crack in the humid space. “Right now. I want you down there, worshipping that huge black dick wrapped in my dirty crotch.”

Jason’s eyes widened, but his bold grin didn’t fade. He obeyed instantly, his knees hitting the cool tile floor with a thud. His cock, still sheathed in the stretched, pre-cum-soaked panties, bobbed heavily between his legs, the fabric translucent and clinging like a sloppy second skin. The yellow stain from her piss smeared across his veined shaft, mixed with white flecks of old cum and his fresh leaks. He panted, sweat dripping down his dark chest, the exposure making his balls tighten further, jerking off like this for his white MILF neighbor was his ultimate kink, and her control amplified it.

Kate loomed over him, her full tits straining against her tank top, nipples hard and visible. She locked eyes with his desperate face, his full lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them. The voyeur in her thrilled at the power, watching this 18-year-old black kid debase himself in her garage. Disgust twisted her gut. He was such a shameless pervert, sniffing and licking her soiled undies, but her pussy clenched hard, juices trickling down her inner thigh.

“Look at you, on your knees like a good little slut,” she taunted, her tone dripping with mocking arousal. “Now suck that cock. Deep throat it for me. Show me how bad you want to taste your own pre-cum mixed with my filthy pussy scent.”

Jason’s breath hitched, his huge cock twitching at her words. He leaned forward, gripping the base where the panty legs wrapped tight around his thick root. The crotch panel, crusty and wet, pressed against his swollen head. With a low groan, he opened wide and engulfed the tip, his lips stretching around the fabric-covered girth. The taste exploded on his tongue. Salty pre-cum, tangy piss residue, and the musky tang of Kate’s dried cunt juices. He gagged as he pushed deeper, the panties rasping against his throat, his cockhead bumping the back of his mouth. Saliva dripped from his chin, soaking the pink material further, turning it into a sloppy mess.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Kate hissed, her hand slipping into her pocket for her phone.

She pulled it out, thumbing the camera on without a word, the red light blinking as she started filming his degradation. The screen captured every detail: his dark face contorted in effort, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed on his own dick, the contrast of her white panties bulging on his black shaft. She zoomed in on his gagging, the wet slurps and chokes filling the room, mixing with the distant hum of neighborhood traffic.

Her free hand pressed against her mound, rubbing through the fabric as she watched, her clit throbbing under the pressure. “Deep throat that panty-wrapped cock harder, Jason. Gag on it like the pervert you are. I want to see you choke on my dirty stains while you suck your own dick.”