"I, uh, I, uh," was all I could stammer.My mom smiled at my embarrassment. "It's okay, it's okay," she said as she walked to me and grabbed my shoulde...s. Looking me square in the eye she said, "It's okay for you to enjoy women's underwear. I know lots of people that love panties. I do, for instance."I didn't know what to do. I was caught wearing my mom's panties and here she was telling me it was okay. "I don't know what to say, mom. I haven't done this before." Oh, you haven't have you?" She. No other way to describe it the head was throbing just at the touch of her wakening me.so as the years went past and i became 16.i would still fantasized about fucking her(no finesse with youngsters)i would always notice she would deliberately bend to talk to me(i reckon it was to show me her tits)some of you have aunties who do the same -----right)she got into that tactile mode,you know arms around you touching at the least thing.so looking back on it i should have seen the signs but hey who. Instead, I reclined naked while he trampled down enough grass so that we could lay comfortably, looking forward to feasting on fruits and vegetables that we’d gathered on our walk up the sloping hill that overlooked a shallow pond, perfect for wading. We weren’t the only visitors, I noted absently, for it seemed to attract the giant butterflies that were the dominant species in our small part of the world as well.“I hope it involved kissing me,” he grinned as he stood above me, offering his. Then the cop told me they'd talked to Taylor to ask him if he knew where I was. Taylor said we went to his trailer on the back lot, made out for a couple of hours then I left him to go back to the fair. Then they let Taylor go.They didn't have any reason not to believe him. By the time they found me they put an APB out for Taylor, went back to the fair only to find his trailer gone. He'd left. They had him and they let him go.The cop didn't seem to care if I were telling the truth or not. .