But not yet, I was transfixed at the blue panties. These were works of art, electric blue, shiny silk, a beautiful stitched panel on the front and sti...ching at the back dividing the buttocks. Little ribbons on the front and sides. So sexy and so well-fitting, they enhanced my Mother's womanly shape, her lovely bottom, her front mound. Fabulous. She took off her heels and rolled off the stockings, now she was just in the panties and I remained on my back, looking up at her as she showed them off. As long as you blow him once in a while I don't get pestered to take his nasty cock in my mouth." " Don't look so shocked he told me he was getting sucked on the side by a fag and I couldn't care less. Better that than him running around after some cunt."With that she sat in the easy chair on the other side of the room and turned on the tv. Jim asked her how she came to be home so early and she said the bar had been really quiet so the boss had sent her and a couple of the other girls home. And that was Irony Number Four: Major Susan B. Anthony—who knew six ways to kill an enemy with her bare hands, who had completed two hazardous tours of duty overseas, who had led troops into battle and still had a tiny piece of shrapnel in her hip to prove it—had absolutely loved it. All of it.She had remained on all fours for a few seconds more, quivering with lust—more aroused than she had been in her entire life. Then she had staggered to her feet, chased her husband down in the living. I was feeling very lost and confused and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Alyssa was brushing her hair in front of the mirror and she came over to me as soon as she saw me crying. "James, what's wrong?" she asked putting her arm around my thin shoulders. "I don't know, it's nothing," I said fighting back the tears, "It's everything. I'm so overwhelmed. I feel so small, so vulnerable. I should be trying to have some fun and yet I'm feeling disgusted with myself; it's like being a baby.