Vicky could hardly keep from laughing.She went into the kitchen to help Joan make drinks. "Well, everything's set." she said. "This is gonna be a very...interesting evening." Yeah," Joan laughed, "the guys will never know what hit them. Come on, let's get started."They took in the drinks, and Vicky said, "Gosh, it's a warm night. I think I'll take off my clothes."The men laughed, thinking she was just joking, but their laughter changed to astonishment as Vicky began to strip. Very calmly, as if. I was just fooling myself for it did nottake long for a co-worker to notice the top of my panties as I bent overto pick a mail sack up. I was only aware of my exposure by the strangelooks that I got. Eventually, one of the secretaries asked me if theywere comfortable. I went bright red and stammered out "What d..d...doyou mean?She replied "The panties of course. We've all noticed them so you may aswell drop any pretense. I think it's so cute and brave of you to wearthem."Oh God! They knew. How. While that certainly wasn’t my favorite genre, I couldn’t honestly say I hadn’t thought about it occasionally on a fantasy level. I didn’t find my actual mother attractive in any way, instead my thoughts were always about pretty fantasy mothers guiding their boys in natural ways.Because of this I thought it was unusual how the mom in the story had been described quite realistically, in a way which reminded me of my own mother. The strangest thing was how I still thought the story was really. " The light from the great room behind me illuminated her every beautiful feature. Heather lifted one leg and widening her position, rested her heel on the seat's edge. Leaning back in the seat, she scooted her hips to the edge and slowly swayed one knee side to side, giving me intermittent views of her swollen lips, taunting me from behind her white bikini bottoms. Heather offered up her most innocent of smiles as she watched me fixate on her crotch. "So Heather, do you want something to drink.