All yourboy underpants are gone. I want you to wear panties from now on. And Idon't want any argument about it. Is that clear?" To emphasize the last,...he squeezed threateningly."Owww... Yes Jen. It's clear." Tom responded quickly. Oh God! Yes Jen!I'll do anything just don't squeeze me anymore. God that hurts!"I mean it," she continued. "You're to wear panties all the time." Yes Jen," Tom agreed hurriedly before she could squeeze again. "Iwill." Good," she said. "And I don't want any argument. “Do you want to do it again?” She wasn’t particularly interested right then, but he had asked her for the entire day.He chuckled. “‘Want to’? Certainly. ‘Able to’? Definitely not. So, what’s on the agenda now?”“I’d like to take a shower.”“Want somebody to scrub your back?”This was really more intimate than she was comfortable with, and her parents -- who always slept in the same bed -- showered separately. “I think I can handle that. I may take a bit.”“Okay,” he said.She put on nightie and robe. ”“Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I want for this to be. So if it hurts the first time, what do I do?”Mom put her hand on Helen’s other bare thigh and we gently pulled her legs apart. We met at her panty covered pussy. “We can help you, Helen. We can open you now so you will be ready for him.”She looked embarrassed like this was becoming more complicated than she expected. “How? I mean, yes.”I smiled, “Don’t be embarrassed. We are bringing this up because this decision to be with Tim is a big one. Her panting gets louder, more frequent, more urgent as her orgasm grows, the closer she gets, the wetter she gets, as my mouth works over time on her pussy, I can taste her arousal and I focus the ministrations of my tongue on her clitoris fingers still drumming away inside her, as she screams her orgasm into the night.Without a word I pull her roughly from the bed, dragging her across the room, somewhere in her excitement she’s lost a shoe, I’ve no time to find it, sitting at her dressing.