If you can always remember to do that, you mayhave a very long friendship, or more. That is really the hard part in arelationship."Chapter 17A few mi...utes later Kristine pulled into Aunt Sally's driveway. "Mom, I thought you had some other errands to run before we got to AuntSally's?" Jason asked."Well, I had intended too, but frankly I'm hungry, and I want to eat ourlunch. I'm sure you would both like to now as well, so I thought wemight as well just come straight here. Jason, please grab. You can probably see where this is headed... I rediscovered the thrill and delight of worn, stained, soft and sexy panties. The thrill of knowing these pieces of material had caressed a vagina for many hours, absorbing and soaking up the scents and juices seeping out of it just waiting to be adored and appreciated as it should be.It was a thong, a pretty purple thong with pink string. I will never forget it, the smells, the colours, the staines and the wonderful, delicious taste of her juices. "And, young lady, may I ask what that was for?"I could see by the glow in her eyes that she meant every word of what she was saying to me. It was always in her eyes. They never deceived me. "Many things. But most of all, for showing that you care. You act cool - okay, before you object, you ARE cool - and you give in to all my silly whims, be my best buddy, never actually hurt me... and still, you know when you have to be the father. You are the best."I am not normally a sentimental guy, but. Another muffled cry came floating into my room. "Did I hear that? What the fuck?"I stepped out of my room and noticed my mom's bedroom door was open and she wasn't in the living room. In just my Jockey's I padded barefoot through the living room, into the kitchen. Mom wasn't anywhere around. I stood there and then I heard it."HELP! CORY, HELP ME," she cried and I heard mom sobbing.I went to the sliding door and there on the snowy deck was my buck-naked mother on her back, legs splayed, auburn.