Instead of peeping at my classmates' panties, I turned my attention to my mother's panties. Whenever she walked up the staircase in our house, I would...be underneath it. Discretely peeping up her knee length skirts. Besides that, I suddenly developed a habit of dropping my spoon at the dining table. Sometimes if I was lucky, I would even manage to catch glimpses of pubic hair curling out from the sides of her panties. From all these, I managed to find out that my mother wore only cotton briefs. Blue eyes like she'd never seen, and hair that looked purposefully tossled. Wonderful. At the end of the class, as she was gathering her things he took them from her, "do you have plans for lunch?" Not today, no" You do now, lets go" as he turned and walked out of the classroom."Hey, hey where do you think you're going? I never said, hey wait! Damnit" He turned at the last word, looking at her; amused "you don't cuss much do you?"She smiled, and ran her hand through her hair. "No I don't often. Every touch of his was sensual and undemanding. His mind told him to slow down, not to push things, but everything about Kairi pulled him in, as if she were the answer to a question he hadn't known he'd asked. A ripple washed through him as he felt the softness of her tongue brush against his lips, slowly and with mild reservation. Contrary to her expectations, he did not push her away in disgust, but tilted his head even further into her. Regardless, he was unwilling to lose control or take. She licked her lips, provocatively, as she took a hold of the edges of my boxers and pulled them down. My cock plopped out free as it stood upright from the base of my balls. She gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock and began to softly stroke it for me."You have such a beautiful hard cock babe. I bet you really enjoyed jerking yourself off watching me and Julia play with each other didn't you?" she said. I was lost though in my own mind, as the feel of her soft hand jerking my.