He scanned the table again, taking it all in. He had never seen this kind of lingerie in person and that fact that his mother was showing it to him di...n't seem to freak him out either. What it did do was spark his unharnessed teenaged hormones. He stood there looking at a table full of panties with his mother showing them off to him. She went on about not having anyone to wear them for and in an instant; a fantasy sprang into his mind. The vision of his mom, with her smokin' body as his swim. “So…you do not have a problem of sharing to the world that I own your ass?” he went from a light banter to a very serious tone.At that moment…our central sound system clicked on…I hear his voice…then mine almost breathlessly acknowledging him…Shit! He recorded what happened last week.“That is not going to work,” I said with a determination that even surprised me.He just looked at me as his smile just broadened. “Here, in case you forgot…check out the trailer of the movie I made”.Turned my head. I told him not to play with himself while I was out.” Another laugh.“You’re beginning to enjoy this!” I said with a grin. “Be careful. Keep to the plan.”We spent the interval plotting an account of what we’d done in bed that evening, and then she went to the ‘ladies’ and ‘roughed herself up’ as she put it.We had walked side by side to the concert hall, but on the way back to the car, she tucked her arm in mine. I looked at her and smiled, and she smiled affectionately back. No comment from. A wave of desire hit me hard, a primal urge to take her.Keira glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled. Damn she was cute.When I pried her labia apart again and nestled my crown into her cleft, it hit me. The size difference was huge. Keira's slit was small, her vaginal opening even smaller. My crown almost filled her cleft. How could she take me without discomfort?Then, pressing into her, I was treated to the incredible sight of plump labia oozing apart, stretching, thinning. My crown.