The house is a standard two floor house that is a 4 bed, one room for me, one for Sis, one for my parents and the last is a guestroom.I'm in my room s...eeping. Since it's Saturday, I can sleep in. I'm my pajamas, which consist of a sheer white nighty long enough to reach just below my ass, equipped with sheer spaghetti straps; and white panties. If you noticed, I don't wear a bra, despite being B cup. I don't own any bras since my girls are too small compared to Sis' D cup and Mom's DD cup,. "What do you need now, another oven mitt?" She asked when she saw me enter the kitchen."No, I wanted to talk to you," I answered."Go ahead, talk, it's a free country." I was wondering if you will be here tomorrow." Why?" She wasn't letting me off easy. I was sure she knew what I was hoping for."If you are here will you be bringing me a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice? I promise to drink it." You promise?" Her eyes told me she was playing with me but I didn't care."Yes. I'll drink it right. Once mom knew, there would be no turning back. Would I regret it? What was I hoping for and what could I realistically expect? Ideally, Mom would accept my wearing her panties, even give me a pair to keep. Of course, this seemed extremely unlikely. Was I actually hoping deep down that Mom would have a long talk with me and force me to stop? This urge was almost as driven by my desire to talk about this peculiar fetish before it drove me crazy as by my delight in being a naughty panty boy.After. She dragged her hands through her brunette hair and closed her hazel-green eyes. A lock of hair fell into her eyes, brushing it behind her ear she decided to ring her friend Simone’. Wrapped in a bath towel she walked to the phone and dialled. One, Two Three, Four rings and then a: “Hello?” “Hey Simone’ it’s Ty.” “Hey baby girl what’s up?” “Wanna go to the beach?” A pause from her friends end. “Sure why not?” She smiled and said my goodbye, Simone’ said hers. Tyler walked back to.