I had never felt anything like that but loved it and would play with myself any time I would be hard and alone.Now I was staying with Ruth and Fred an... had just learned how silky soft my Mom’s panties were. I had worn them home from our house and now while watching TV with Ruth and Fred I could feel the delicate nylon against my cock as it hardened in my pants. It was like I was touching myself but it was the panty that caressed me and gave me that funny feeling that always signaled that I. I want to state for the record that I’m only doing this out of concern for my mental health rather than for the sex. Out of pain and desperation, my feet started to move on their own, toward the sofa. She saw me approaching and gave me a big smile, which made my heart melt. I knew she loved me–her pride and joy as a loving son, but I loved her more than just as a mother.“Mom.”“Yes dear,” she sweetly said.“Mom, remember how you said I could talk to you about what’s been bothering me for the past. I almost slapped him, but I managed to stay calm and get the handcuffs and lock him down, even though he made a small effort to resist. My feet were in his face again, the very thing he had been nagging about. They extra smelly this time because I had been wearing boots all day. I couldn't help but laugh, which made him more angry, but again, the foot odour spoke for itself and pretty soon he gave in and kept his mouth shut. On a different occasion I was so angry I did actually slap him. Hard.. 'I remember that night' she said. 'I wanted you to go down on me but I also remember a couple of hours earlier I was with someone else. He had just cum deep inside me.' Smiling a devilish grin, ' I guess you just ate some other guys cum right out of your woman's pussy. ' she reached down and began tracing circles around her clitoris. 'I know he came a lot, cuz he always does. So do you like it like that, do you enjoy what it looks like and how hot it was and how wet I was? Is that how you want.