Looking into the mirror above the sink, I could see my face was covered with a slick, glistening sheen from my mother’s vagina. Her wetness covered my cheeks, nose and lips. Her scent was all over me…. when I moved my head, I got a fresh whiff of her as the air moved over my face. My cock was still wildly throbbing, like it was trying to burst its way out of my pants and the panties underneath. Unconsciously, I reached down to touch myself thinking about what had happened in the last hour.
I was jolted back to reality by my sister pounding on the bathroom door saying “Bobby, are you almost done in there?” I jumped when she pounded, initially thinking she might just open the door and walk in, but I settled down knowing the door was locked. The thought of her barging in with Mom’s pussy juice covering my face and the scent of pussy hovering all around me was unnerving, especially with her knowing that mom had been the only female in the house with me.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I replied through the locked door, “I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Just then, I heard the shower turn on in my mother’s bathroom, knowing full well she needed to freshen up before running into my father.
After my shower, I dressed again in the panties my mother put on me when we were in the laundry room. At first, I thought I was doing it out of respect, but standing there in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror, I was taken aback by the way they looked on me. With my cock now at normal size and strength, the panties looked…. well…. they looked great on me. I turned side to side, looking at myself and admiring my reflection and the way they fit. I felt myself start to get hard and watched myself enlarge, pushing against the nylon panty, finally causing me to adjust my cock to a more comfortable position pointing straight up.
I drew myself away from the reflection and threw my jeans on, cleaned up the bathroom and scurried across the hall to my bedroom. As I did, I glanced over to my mother’s bedroom to see her standing in the middle of the room, now dressed after her shower. From room to room, she glanced up to see me looking at her and smiled. As I smiled back, she pulled the waistband of her shorts down just a little to show me she put the same panties back on. In turn, I undid my jeans a little to show her I had done the same thing. We both smiled and I took it as a clue that there was more to come….. at least I hoped as much.
As the day wore on, we busied ourselves with things to do. Later in the day, my father called me out to the garage to help him get his fishing gear together telling me he was going to take my sister fishing the next morning. “That girl has never gone fishing,” he said, “I thought I would take her out for a few hours and show her how it’s done. You can go next time, Bobby. You don’t mind staying behind, do you?” I told him I didn’t mind adding that it would be nice for the two of them to spend some time together.
Now, my father is a serious fisherman. He’s got everything the modern angler needs and he never comes back empty handed. As he told me of his plans, the only thing I could think about was having more time alone with mom. “We’re going to leave early,” he huffed, “about 5:30 so we can get there and be ready to wet our lines by 7:00!”
As he spoke, I thought about all the possibilities this might provide. “How long are you going to be gone?” I asked.
“We’ll probably be back around one or two o’clock,” he answered, “that is unless she wants to stay longer. It’s about a ninety minute drive each way, so if we leave by noon, we could be back by 1:30 or so.”
“Hmm,” I thought, “I would be alone with mom until 1:30?” My mind went through the whole range of possibilities and I was totally absorbed with what was whirling around in my mind when my dad said “Ok, I think that’s it. I think we’re all set. Thanks for helping, Bobby. Next time, it’s just you and me.”
About then, my mom came out to the garage and stood next to me, looked at the fishing gear, nudged my shoulder and asked “What’s all this? Are the mighty hunter gatherers planning an expedition?”
I told her about Dad and Linda going fishing tomorrow morning, saying they were going to leave early and adding that they might be gone until about 1:30 that afternoon. “Well Bobby, we’re just going to have to find something to do with ourselves while they’re gone I guess, right?”
Before I could answer, she laughed and said “I know…. you can help me get caught up on my laundry!” I about choked.
Hmm, but, that would be nice… I wouldn’t turn that down….. not after what happened earlier. More panties and bras. That would be fun. I felt my cock twitch in agreement as she mussed my hair and went back inside the house.
The rest of the day went slowly, my mind filling up with vision after vision of what Mom and I might do tomorrow. We settled down to dinner around 7:00 PM and as we were getting done, Dad announced that he and Linda needed to get to bed early if they were going to be out of the house by 5:30 the next morning. “You’ll probably have to get up by 4:30,” Mom said to him, “especially if you’re going to eat before you go. I think you better plan on being in bed by 9:00 tonight, Dear.”
After dinner, I helped Mom clean up the dishes and load the dish washer. I had been meaning to ask her all day if she told my dad about the special panties she was wearing, so once it looked like the coast was clear, I simply asked “Did Dad see the panties you have on?”
“In fact, he did,” she said, “and I’ll be going to bed at 9:00 tonight, too.”
I looked at her and smiled, shaking my head knowing she and my dad were most likely going to get frisky. “What’s that look for?” She asked.
“Oh, nothing,” I said, “guess the ‘magic panties’ did the trick, huh?”
“Well, yes….. they did, but that’s none of your bees wax, mister. Besides, you have your own pair of ‘magic panties’ to keep you occupied…. Remember?”
Walking over to the cabinet next to the sink, she opened it and pulled out a small plastic bottle and tossed it to me. “Don’t wear yourself out.”
I looked at the bottle to see it was hand lotion. “Why on earth would she give me hand lotion?” I asked myself. She must have seen the question in my eyes because she walked up next to me and whispered in my ear “Use that when you play with yourself tonight so you don’t rub yourself raw.”
As she walked away, she told me that was one of Uncle Mike’s tricks. I began to wonder just how my mom knew so much about Uncle Mike and Aunt Brenda’s personal business. So as I watched her putter in the kitchen, I asked her about it.
“Bobby,” she replied, “don’t forget your Uncle Mike is my only brother and Aunt Brenda used to be one of my best friends. The three of us grew up together, there was nothing we didn’t do together or talk about together. A lot of it is personal….. you know, just between the three of us.”
“Oh, come on, Mom,” I said, “its not like I’m going to blab it all over town or something.”
She sat down at the kitchen table and smiled. “We used to do some pretty crazy things back then.” She said. She was staring out into space with this smirk on her face, like she was remembering the good ol’ days.
“Hello….”, I waved my hand in front of her face, “Earth to Mom. Earth to Mom. Come in Mom.”
“Sorry,” she said, “I was just thinking about some of the things we did, and…..”
“Mom, you’re just teasing me, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Okay, if I tell you,” she asked, “do you promise to keep this to yourself? I mean you have to promise me you’ll never speak about this to another person….. ever!”
“I promise, Mom.” I answered.
She walked over to the doorway leading from the kitchen to the rest of the house and put her ear against the door to listen. Confident that dad and Linda were upstairs, she sat down at the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for me to sit in. As I scooted myself up to the table, she reached out and grabbed my hand saying “Bobby, the only reason I’m going to tell you any of this is because I think you and Uncle Mike are a lot alike. And in that regard, I don’t think he or Aunt Brenda would mind as long as you understand that this has to be kept private. Completely and totally private. Do you hear me?”
She went on… “Your Uncle Mike…..” she hesitated, “well, uh, let’s just say….. uh, we had a lot of fun together, Bobby.” She stopped for a minute and with a serious look on her face she reminded me one more time of my promise to keep this to myself.
“He…. uh…. he had sort of a strong interest in panties…. very much like you do….. and he used to show himself off and masturbate in front of us, stuff like that. Now, don’t get me wrong,” she said, “he only did that with us, and we were all over eighteen, and, uh…. we were willing participants, that’s for sure. We encouraged him a lot and sometimes we… Oh, gawd, I can’t even believe I’m telling you this stuff…”
“What, Mom…. sometimes you…. what?” I asked.
“Sometimes, we used to help him,” she said, “I mean, Brenda and I used to scheme up all kinds of things to watch him take his clothes off and touch himself. Sometimes we would set up little situations to make it easier for him… he always went along with it, too.”
After a short pause, she looked up at the clock and said “It’s a long story, Bobby, and if I’m going to spend time with your father tonight, I don’t think we have time for it now.”
“Whoa, you can’t just stop there,” I said, “come on, Mom… what kind of stuff did you guys do?”