Why would you even…” “oh..right… sorry. Hey, you wanna come over my house? Right now? I don’t have to do my environmental science assignment...until later” I’ve never visited Samantha’s house before, but that thought didn’t cross my mind. I replied alright, I’ll be there in five, and hung up. When she answered the door, she was in her comfy clothes, just a pair of gym shorts and a tee. God, I couldn’t help but look at her breasts. If God granted me a wish… I said hello, and she let me in, showing. Mothers holiday consisted in having beach sex with strangers, it was her thing and daddy's reward was being told the hot details at night, as she wanked him, and this was where I got my sex gene, and mothers love of free sex.Sadly, as with all open sex marriages, something usually gives in the end and daddy found a kindred spirit with another woman and left us.Living with mother alone was really the beginning of our sex education. After daddy had left the cold northern climes saw my brother and. "So that's where your Aunt's missing panties have been disappearing to." I just stared blankly at her with a straight face. I had taken a few over the years. I began to count them... this would be #6. Probably too many to go unnoticed."That is so fucking hot!" she said. I think my jaw dropped. "Do you like to smell her pussy in those dirty panties?" I turned my head as if I was going to say something. Then she whispered. "I'll let you get close enough to my pussy to smell it if you would like.". Fuck! And her legs were perfect, too: slim and shapely with the glossy flesh as firm as a ripe peach, leading up to that arresting little crack and the spectacular globes of her tight little butt either side of it. The pretense of studying the books was forgotten. I mean, if you had the choice to examine a tattered copy of Ripley’s Believe it or Not or a delicious little snatch not two feet away in a pair of microscopic knickers clearly not up to the job, which would you choose? No contest!.