After Sis left, Mom sat down next to me on the couch and asked, "Now, what about this little matter of wearing my panties on your head?" I still had no answer, and I just sat there blushing and squriming in discomfort.After Sis left, Mom sat down next to me on the couch and asked, "Now, what about this little matter of wearing my panties on your head?" I still had no answer, and I just sat there blushing and squriming in discomfort. "Well, there must besome reason," Mom continued. "Do you get pleasure from having panties on your head?" She insisted that I answer, so I said that I did. "Just any panties?" she asked. I mumbled, "No, just yours!" "Would you prefer clean ones?" she asked. I shook my head. "Well, we're making some progress," Mom said with a laugh. "You apparently like them partly because of my smell. |