My mother normally did the laundry at home and her bras and panties were always hung in my parents' bathroom, away from prying eyes. Thus before this,...I had never even seen a glimpse of what they looked like. Many times, mom had tried to persuade me to do the laundry at home, but I had refused because I was too lazy. It almost seems fated, the day I smelt my first pair of panties. My parents were going to their friend's house for dinner and my sister was sleeping over at her classmate's house.. "AeroExpress flight 212 is arriving at gate 16C," announced a disembodiedvoice, sounding much too chipper for four o-clock in the morning."Oh sh--." I shifted Michael higher on my hip, did an about face, andtrotted in the other direction.My son lifter his head from my shoulder and squinted up at me. "We atMommy's plane yet?"I brushed a few silky strands of his auburn hair behind his ear. "Notyet, pumpkin," I answered as I put on what I hoped was a reassuring smileto hide my worry. It was hard. I reminded her that Jilly wasn't going to be able to help and gently helped her to her feet. She looked a little confused but didn't seem worried or upset. I led her into the bathroom and closed the bathroom door to keep the warm air inside. I took a deep breath and started slowly helping Cara out of the pyjamas that she wore pretty much as standard. First I took off her top, leaving her with her bra on. I'll admit that I'm a titty man and it took some will power to not stare at her breasts. Mariella had hired a local woman as a nurse for baby James, who sat with the child in his nursery while his mother rested as she talked to her friend, Jack Campbell. She was sitting up in bed and as soon as the nurse left the room with the baby, they kissed as only lovers who have involuntarily been kept apart, kiss when they meet again!"Oh, Darling, I've missed you so!" she exclaimed, "Don't you think our son is the most beautiful child that you've ever seen!" I'm not denying it ... but can.