I wanted to get them good and fragrant for you. I wanted you to be able to smell my pussy while you looked at it on line. I pulled them tight against ...y lips and rubbed my clit. I came in a minute. It was a fantastic orgasm because I knew I was going to be giving them to you." "Oh Mom, I can almost see where your lips were." I licked the soft material. She tasted wonderful. "Mom, I just licked your panties. I'm tasting you and looking at your beautiful pussy. It's almost like I can really taste. I try to keep as still as possible to prevent the weights from moving, but the cool breeze from the window causes them to swing in a minute arc. Every oscillation shoots pleasure-pain to my core, and causes my sex to respond and flower. I’m straining to hear what you’re doing. I’m anticipating. ‘Six. You count them. Aloud.’ you say. My heart is racing, but my muscles are not tense. I let myself relax against the cross, waiting for the sound of two quick steps across the floor and then ‘crack’. I do it and she tells me to turn. "Good boy," she says.I'm erect. I was turned on by the girl to begin with, and she's been flirting and teasing all night, and now this. But I'm embarrassed too. "Let them down," she says, and I do and my penis springs out. "God, it's already glistening," she says. "Such an eager boy." Did I mention the kneeling part?" she asks. "You're supposed to be kneeling. Mom says it's more informative about a guy. It's strictly regulation with us, so do it."I do it,. "She's been checking you out all night that redhead." "Really? Have you been checking her out? Is that how you know?"She smirked at my smart remark. "Definitely not checking her out..." with her eyes locking mine. She made me forget that redhead pretty quickly.It'd been some time since we'd seen one another, with minimal contact. But with Bridget's hen tonight, the encounter was inevitable. I looked at her with visions of her naked body running through it. How her milky skin turned into milk.