The shop assistant eyed me curiously as I paid for them. I was going to have to keep them hidden from mum – questions would definitely be raised...W...en I got home I had another idea. Mum was out and I had a rummage around her underwear drawer. Then I found what I was looking for, buried at the back of the drawer and probably forgotten in the few years since she had, like just about everyone under fifty, gone over to wearing tights. Yes, a white nylon suspender belt and a few pairs of seamed. To me it seemed like a demure smile, yet the next day Mom told me that it had looked a bit whorish. She gave me a Mona Lisa smile and turned to Daddy, kissing him deeply. Their tongues were obviously intertwined. She turned then and walked to the door, closing my light on the way. Silhouetted by the light in the hallway, she turned her head toward Daddy."Save some for me, Michael. I'll see you in the morning." No Mom, stay," I suddenly yelled."Are you afraid?" she asked."Maybe," I replied.. Time for her Friday night ritual.One extremely hot and soothing bubble bath later, she wrapped her floral print bathrobe about herself and opened her hall closet. She pulled on the thin chain, which illuminated her secret passion: Trashy romance novels.The shelves within the closed were lined with the bright blood red colored books. She briefly ran her gaze over them, considering picking up one of her all time favorites, before deciding that tonight was a "box" night.Every month, in a nice. She sat back on her butt with her arms behind her and her legs spread slightly. "So what does it look like", she asked with a smile. I unzipped my jeans, and with no briefs on, my penis popped out at full attention. She began to rub it with her ankle socks, and I saw the gusset of her panty was wet. "What can I do to repay you for fixing my car and make up for your injury?", she asked. I wasted no time in asking, "Will you tease me with your lingerie?" Her reply came instantly as, "Of.