“Wait!” she cried then bolted from the room. In seconds she was back carrying the bottle of Jim Beam. She took a long pull then handed it to me.... I took a hit from the neck of the bottle and handed it back. Fortified with a fresh slug of alcohol, I started whacking off for my sister. She was watching me intently as I pulled on my cock, “What do you think about when you do this?” she asked. “About getting fucked. I think about a girl I’ve screwed or want to screw and imagine how her pussy. I wonder if anyone, or perhaps everyone, has those same silly ideas when they're seventeen and hopelessly in love."Jesus, Gina ... I love you so much ... I don't tell you enough, I know, but..." My husband felt guilty and it made me smile around his cock."Shhh ... I know..." I licked my lips, stroking his wet ruddy penis with my hand. "I love you too." You're beautiful," he said, but with a conviction I hadn't heard in a long time and I lowered my lips to his balls, breathing in his male musk. So Iwas left with a choice. I could put them back and feign ignorance. Icould just destroy them and, again, feign ignorance. Or I could keepthem. And feign ignorance. So I kept them. Mom looked for those pantiesfor weeks. I wore them every day. The feeling was indescribable. I waswearing panties. After a week or so, the feeling wore off. I realized acouple of things. First, I was wearing the same panties every day.That's kinda gross. Secondly, I was wearing my mother's panties everyday. That's. Later on there are only two days left in her marriage and many relatives came at there and we all have dance at the roofand while dance and chat we slept on the roof one day she sleeps near by me the real story starts that night while she was sleeping but there is no sleep in my eyes and I was watching her curves then I got a sudden erect in me and I collect my powerand my hand moves towards her navel she was in her shalwar and I was very hot so I slowly-2 move my hand towards her breasts they.