"You've got me hot now, honey. You better finish what you started.Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom these days. Where the h...ll do you think they got the term "mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since that delightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged woman has the experience and the desire to show a young man around the bed in ways that a younger girl could never dream of. The fact that the middle-aged woman in question was my own mother. My father worked late on a Mondayand my sister usually went out with her two best friends Nicky & Teri tothe local Youth Group so I figured her room would be free for me to moocharound and see what was what. Although she was twelve years older thanmyself, she had a very slender figure and what with my build being as itwas, I figured I could maybe fit into her clothes as hers were slightlymore to my taste than my mothers. Even though my mothers "going out"attire was very classy, it wasn't what. ‘Would you excuse me a minute so I can get out of these filthy clothes?’ I asked. ‘Yes, of course, but it doesn’t bother me. I’ve never worked in clay, but there’s no way to do it and stay clean.’ ‘I’ll be right back, ‘I said, rushing to my room to take a quick shower and change into white shorts and yellow blouse, the one that you can almost see through. I didn’t bother with panties or bra. When I returned, she was standing in my studio, gazing at the piece on the easel. I froze at the door,. I keep looking at all the panties as Ifinally doze off. I haven't gotten more than an hour of sleep when Iawake. There's no clock so I can only guess that the sun is up. I havea morning hard-on poking out of my Fruit-of-the-Looms. Once again, thesight of panties mesmerizes me. A pair of leopard-skin panties lies atmy feet. They must have fallen off the showerhead into the tub. But Idon't remember seeing those last night. I vaguely remember that pair ofpanties from years ago. They are.