And I especially don’t think I could ever have done something good to have even dreamt about having a girl like her to call my own. I am a geeky and...eccentric young man with boyish looks that girls seem to deem ‘cute’ not making me one of the much sought after or adored chaps around. I am fairly tall and am a natural athlete. I love running and I suppose that has kept me in good stead through the years. There used to be time when I used to run the miles between our dorms every morning to have. Oh where have I been I've forgetting to say I'm 6'3 and 210lbs. Today I was doing my normal Saturday thing and jacking off to my moms panties as my mom walks right in "you son of a bitch..." I freeze and see her staring at my fully hard cock. I think to my self well I guess it's time to get revenge on her. I say as I get up and walk over to her my cock sticking right up. She shakes her head knowing what I want to do. "Come on mom you know it's wrong to walk in on some one." I say as I grab her. He wasterrified of that woman. When she returned, she sat on the sofa andadmired the results of her handiwork on his reddened posterior. Bellesipped her coffee, thinking about whether she should spank himfrequently, or hold the threat of it over his head, as an inducement tobehave. Either way would be fun.After her large coffee mug was empty, she set it on the end table."Well, Toddy. Have you thought about everything?" Yes." Let's have more respect than that." Um, yes, Ma'am." Better. And. I pulled on the black lacy panties, which seemed to fit me perfectly. I was quite surprised at the feeling this gave me, the texture of the material against my cock was more pleasant than I had expected. I then slowly eased the hold ups on, taking care not to ladder them. As with my lack of facial hair, my legs were also very lightly covered and the hairs that I did have, were all hardly noticeable once the stockings were pulled up to my thighs. As with the panties, I felt a slight thrill at.