The scent was incredible, and the panties were moist! My left hand was rubbing the jade nightie on my crotch and my right hand was rubbing the soiled ...ink panties across my nose when my Stepmother walked back into the room.I wanted to die. All I could think about was how much trouble I was in, and how embarrassed I would be when Susan told my Dad. She was wrapped in a towel, and her hair was wet from the shower. She stared at me for a while before she crossed the room and sat down on the bed. Making a quick comparison she decided that, diameter wise, the pole her neighbor had strapped to her crotch was much closer to the size her late husband had been.The toy was being waved near her face so she dropped the pacifier that she'd been cleaning and applied her mouth to the newly presented dong. It tasted vaguely of soap and wasn't appealing at all compared to the one she'd given up. Still she smeared her saliva down the beaded shaft. It felt interesting bumping over the individual. She knows I like the view and she sticks her leg forward so that the thigh is visible and I can see the top of her nylon and her skin. This sight turns me on to this day. She looks over at me and tells me that the food will be ready soon. She smiles and tells me to take off my shorts she wants to see my hard cock. I do just what she tells me because I know it will always lead to pleasure. I sit there with this hard cock and don’t really know what to do next. She tells me that it’s alright. Along with her regular faculty, town officials, and then the occasional one-night Johnny, she was starting to yawn a lot during the day and looked fatigued and seemed irritable from lack of sleep.I sat her down one afternoon when she finally woke up from the previous night’s work, and she had a few hours of free time. I put my foot down and told her that enough was enough. I told her she was overworked and not getting the sleep she needed, and to be truthful, I was a little resentful because I.