Right?" I grinned ruefully, hung my head, and admitted that I did.Right?" I grinned ruefully, hung my head, and admitted that I did. "I know that you masturbate," Mom said, "and that's okay. I'd be worried if you didn't. Do the panties help you when you do it?" I confessed that they did. "Do you just think about the panties, or is it what goes inside them?" I figured that I was in so deep that nothing else would make it worse, so I thought, What the hell? Just tell her what she already knows. "All right, Mom," I said. "I think you're the sexiest woman in the world. I'm always thinking about your...uh...body and about...uh...doing things with you. I love the smell of you on your panties, and I just...uh...daydream about...uh...putting...uh...where your panties go." Mom laughed in a high-pitched nervous sort of way and stood up and walked around as she spoke. "Well, I didn't expect you to confess so soon, but I'm glad you did. Do you think I didn't know how you feel about me? I notice you staring at me all the time, peeping when I'm changing clothes, and trying to look up my skirt. And I notice that big bulge in your pants when you're around me." "Gee, Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't think you could tell." "Oh, don't be silly. You don't have to apologize. At my age it's very flattering to have a handsome, young stud so attracted to my charms. I kind of like it." Mom sat down beside me again and took my hand. "Tell me what you fantasize about concerning me." I was flabbergasted. "My God, Mom, I can't do that!" I exclaimed. Mom sort of giggled, a much more girlish sound than I had ever heard from her. "Why not?" she asked. "Come on, just give me a hint." As I hesitated, she suddenly rose, hiked up her skirt, and before I knew what was happening, she was pulling her panties off, giving me a flash of dark pussy hair and her glowing white thighs. "Here," she said, holding out the panties, which I dazedly took from her. "I've been wearing these all day, and thinking about this conversation has made me sort of wet, so they're probably good and fragrant. Just put them over your face, pull out your prick, and tell me what you're thinking as you jack off." What a weird situation! I couldn't move. |