It wasn't a stain like the usual sk** marks most k**s have. It looked like she had wiped something off on them. I don't know what possessed me to do i... but I took the panties from the laundry basket and held them up to my nose and sniffed. It smelled sweet yet tangy. Then what I did next amazed myself and I was careful not to get caught. I stuck the tip of my tongue out and tasted my own mother's soiled panties. I could feel the blood rushing through my head as I began to get a hardon. Yet, I. Prudence announced, “It is a position of responsibility. It is not for me. Frances is a good choice.”Frances declared, “Well, in that capacity, I’ll go and phone Fiona, to invite her here for New Year’s Eve. Shall we tell her to come for lunch?”Reg told her, “We certainly want to get to know her, so the earlier the better. We could do with making our estimate of Fiona well before the twins arrive, in case we have to tell them that our numbers may increase by one.”“Right, I’ll see if we can. It was now Friday and my mom informed me that she was going out tonight for some drinks with a male freind. I saw her get ready and watched as she put her underwear on she was wearing a black shear bra and black very lacy panties that did nothing to cover her pussy she then by my own surprise also put some sheer stockings on. This surprised me as she didnt normally wear them. I thought to myself the lucky bastard who she was meeting. This instantly gave me a hard on she said have a nice night. His eyes locked to hers, and she suddenly needed him to speak. As if reading her mind, he casually said, “are you ok, there? You seem a bit lost in your own head.” His accent seemed to caress the words before they reached her ears. He was smiling now, as if she hadn’t just destroyed his shoe and probably mangled his foot. “I’m fine, by the way, and I see that you are too” he chuckled low under his breath, one eyebrow raised as if to...no, was he flirting with her? The heat hit her in that.