I decided to wait and be passive. I don’t know why. My face didn’t convey acquiescence or agreement. His other hand grabbed my breast and pawed it...quite aggressively. I was at once repelled yet fascinated by his raw need to have my body. I decided to let him do what he wanted. It had been wonderful with Teresa and a delight with Ian my son. Now I was experiencing something I had not been accustomed to since my late adolescence when boys tried to grab what they could. Suddenly he stood up and. ’ I kind of blur at that moment. ‘You forgot. I mean look at cock. It’s stiff.’ ‘Yeah.’ I knew what to do. I stood up with my mom still in her position. ‘I am going to cum, mom. Is it okay with you?’ ‘Of course dear.’Suddenly a taught came in. ‘I need to wash my hand first.’ As I was turning around, she stooped me. ‘It’s okay dear. Just cum with your like that. Nothing wrong. Besides it will take a long time to wash those sticky bits.’ I looked at mom’s naked and sticky body when say that.. So I suppose I should say I didn't have any cleanpanties.Instead of going commando, which I've never liked doing, I invaded Grace'spanty drawer. It struck me that my odyssey into wearing lingerie beganwith her getting me to wear her undies. It had been a long time since Iwore hers, having amassed a substantial collection of my own.I sorted through her panty drawer. Why I didn't simply grab a pair andput them on, I can't explain. I settled upon a pair of light blue, Frenchcut panties,. "Excellent fit," I said, and I left it on as I looked around for others. I found another one that I liked as well; something I thought would be even less obviously a dog collar and might be mistaken for a necklace. I had Becky come over and try it on. She defiantly looked the observer right in the eye."Not such a shy little girl anymore, are you?" I whispered to her."I'm proud to belong to you," she said in a normal tone of voice, one which the watcher could easily hear.I had them take off the.