I didn’t answer her. There was no need to. Even before she asked it, she already knew what my answer was going to be. It’s funny how your Mom knows just what to say to really mess with you, or, to comfort you.
Before I had fallen asleep, I put my teenage logic to work trying to piece together what had happened in the last twenty four hours. I wish I could say that I felt horrible and regretted everything, but, I didn’t. I had heard the word ‘Incest’ before and knew it boiled down to something ‘bad’, but, I didn’t feel bad, remorseful or horrible at all.
In fact, the truth is I was turned on and excited. I had experienced things I never expected…. and all of it…. every feeling, every emotion, every sensation…. thanks to my own mother.
Snapping myself back to reality, I answered her. “Yes, I would like that.” But, of course, she already knew I was going to say that.
As I started to stir, I felt her hand lift off my cock as she rose from where she was sitting on my bed and held her hand out to me. As I reached out to grasp it, the terry cloth robe she was wearing fell open and I could see that she was only wearing her panties underneath the robe. “What a coincidence.” I thought. In the faint light of the room, I could see her smile as I took her hand and pulled myself up to stand next to her. There we were, her in her panties and me, dressed only in my sister’s panties. It was quite poetic, to say the least.
Strangely, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d slept without an undershirt on, but, last night I had. It seemed funny that I was more concerned about my missing undershirt than I was about the fact that I was still wearing Linda’s panties. I looked down to see my erection, barely held in by the wispy yellow nylon, and then up to my mother’s face. She was smiling. Not laughing, mind you but one of those “It’s okay, I know” kind of smiles that mothers are so good at giving.
I felt a tad embarrassed standing there as she looked directly at the outline of my cock pressed against the silky material, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of thing at all. It was more like we were sharing a solemn secret with one another. There was a bit of pride and fondness in her eyes, too…. something I picked up on…. as well as a knowing look that told me there was no reason to be concerned.
I thought for a minute about my erection trying to poke through Linda’s panties and what she must think. It was totally unavoidable… the erection, I mean….. and, I hoped she understood that. This was a new experience for me, something I would have never done on my own….. a situation I was thrust into yesterday after I came all over my own jockey shorts. When Mom put the panties on me, her reasoning was flawless and I didn’t question her actions at all. She simply told me they were all she had within arms reach. No biggie.
And, yes, I could have taken them off numerous times. But, I didn’t. At first, I might have left them on because I sort of knew she wanted me to ‘try’ them. But, then through the day, I had to admit to myself that they were somewhat of a sensory improvement over my normal tidey-whities and there were no drawbacks. First, they felt really good, and that’s no bull shit. Just the way they cradled my cock and balls made it exciting to wear them. Through the day, I got frequent erections and that was a side benefit I enjoyed.
Secondly, there was the sheer excitement derived from doing something as lewd as wearing girl’s panties in place of my own ‘male’ underwear. Even though it wasn’t sexual, per say, it WAS sexual… at least to me it was.
Lastly, there was an added level of excitement just because my Mom knew. True, she pretty much endorsed my wearing of them, but we both knew it was something we had to keep to ourselves because of the panty-sniffing incident in the laundry room, but, still she knew and as far as I could tell she approved.
So, all in all, while it was a new thing for me, I had to admit that there were some immediate benefits not withstanding the interest and understanding of my Mom. I was content just to ‘keep-on-keeping-on’. I figured the subject would come up again, and when it did, I would be honest with her and see if she would be willing to let me continue to explore this new experience.
But….. here we were again, alone together in a situation that was charged with panties, erections and flowing juices. It’s a good thing I was able to get [at least] some rest during the night!
Through her parted robe, I could see she still had on the panties I dressed her in yesterday. The gentle curve of the inside of her breasts showed and I could almost make out her nipples as they tried to poke against her robe. She took a step closer to me and let the robe fall to the floor with a shrug of her shoulders. Now, standing less than two feet apart, we looked at each other and I wondered what would happen next. My question was answered as she took a step and closed the gap between us. Reaching out, she took one of my hands and placed it on her breast. As I cupped it, she took another step closer to me and without breaking eye contact, reached down to stroke my cock as it struggled to escape the confines of my sister’s underpants.
“Bobby,” she whispered, “I can’t tell you how excited you’ve made me feel…. how sexy and how desirable.”
She squeezed my cock deliberately, saying “You know I can’t let you put this in me, Bobby, even though I want you to, at least not inside my pussy. But, there’s other things we can do. If you promise not to pressure me about intercourse, I’ll promise to make this a day you won’t likely ever forget… a day just between us… we can do whatever you like, except that. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I would love that, Mom.” I answered. “We wouldn’t even have to do anything at all, just being together until Dad and Linda get home would be fine as far as I’m concerned.”
“You’re so sweet, Bobby,” she replied, “but I know full well about boys your age and quite honestly, as long as we are clear about what we’re not going to do, anything else… and I mean that….. ‘anything’ you want to talk about or try will be okay with me. I know you don’t have any real experience with girls yet, and, there’s no rush because all that will come in time. But, maybe we can share some things, be understanding of each other’s needs and enjoy this time. Most mothers and sons never get a chance like this, but, we do. I’m just saying that we should take advantage of it.”
I thought about what she said for a moment and wondered how she defined “anything else”. She broke my thought process by saying “I just have one request, if you don’t mind.”
I could see her playful smile return and her eyebrows hitch up as she continued. “Would you mind terribly if I asked you to stay dressed in panties until your father and sister come home?”
Within a microsecond, I felt like a tremendous burden was lifted from my shoulders. It’s like she peered into my inner most being to pluck out the one fear I had and nullify it right in front of my eyes.
“No, I wouldn’t mind at all, Mom,” I answered, “that’s something I was going to talk to you about that later anyway.”
“Are you sure that isn’t too weird your mother wanting to see you dressed in panties?”
“Well, it’s not any weirder than me wanting to wear them.” I said. “I feel a little embarrassed to say this, but, yeah, I think I could go for that.”
“You don’t have to agree to this just for me,” she added, “if you feel uncomfortable about it, we can just forget it.”
“No,” I replied, “Really, Mom…. Listen to me. What I’m trying to say is that I would love to. I want to. I like them.”
“Oh….. you do?” She asked.
“Yeah, uh,” I stammered, “I was going to ask if you might have a few pairs that I could borrow…. to kind of try them out for a few days….”
“Oh.” She paused for a minute. I must have caught her off guard with that one.
“I would be lying if I said I didn’t want you to do that.” She answered. “Bobby. I’m probably going to regret admitting this, but, you don’t know how much that would turn me on, and there’s so much I could help you with in that department. So, to answer you, sure…. we can look through what I have and you can borrow anything that catches your eye. We could do it before your father and sister get home if that’s what you want. If you decide you like wearing panties all the time, we can even pick up a few things that will be your very own.”
“Plus,” she added, “I already said it would be okay for you to take my panties out of the hamper anytime the mood struck you, so feel free to try out whatever you want. How’s that?”
I hugged her. I bet we were one hell of a sight….. our bare chests pressing together, mother and son – both of us dressed only in our panties. It was truly a Kodak moment.
As our hug ended, I said “Now, can I make a request, Mom?”
“Jeez,” she said, “I thought you just made one! You want another one?”
“No, go ahead,” she laughed, “I was just kidding…”
I dropped my hand between her legs and pressed my palm firmly into her mound. I could feel the warmth of her vagina and I knew she was aroused. “Can you give me these panties?” I asked, tapping on the gusset of the flimsy panties.
“Bobby… I don’t know about that. I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure out your father and I made love last night,” she said, “and well, you know what that means….. right?”
I actually hadn’t even thought about it. Does that mean his sperm is still up in her, or, is it leaking out into her panties? But her pussy juice was in there, too… right? That’s the wetness I was feeling, wasn’t it. Suddenly, I didn’t care, I just wanted her panties and I wasn’t gong to think about anything else.
“You said ‘anything’, remember?” I answered.
“Yes, I remember,” she replied, “and if you’re sure that’s what you want, then okay…. I’ll keep my promise. Come on.”