I had wornthem last night and had left them in the dirty clothes bin when Ishowered that morning.They weren't there, the dirty clothes bin was empty. ...hey weren't in thelaundry room either... I finally found my thong, along with my other pairof full panties, both of them were clean and neatly folded over my boxersin my underwear drawer.Had mom left them there? I was so ashamed... She had obviously done thelaundry before leaving, she had obviously seen them and recognized themas mine, not her?s. We made out again as lovers and just enjoyed the perfect not so mother/daughter connections we both were giving each other.After three minutes, her lips calmly drifted off mine, and then we just smiled at each other for a few seconds. I felt not obligated, but encouraged not to delay the sexy event. I lazily rose up onto my knees on the bed and got on all fours.I let my ass stare right at her and then I glanced back at her. "I'm more than ready for you now, amazing daughter. So, get on this bed. "Oh okay," I said, being no stranger to sex from my high school years; in fact, I was kind of a slut. "See you then, beautiful," he said as he left. I sat down and thought about what the tradition might be. It was definitely something sex related, which didn't bother me. I was just curious as to what exactly it was. 6 hours later I was dressed in the sluttiest clothes I owned, which was red heels, black stockings, a black mini skirt, and a black crop top which ended just above my belly button.. “Come on, baby, you can do it,” she whispered and patted the Coast Guard gray metal case housing the vintage relic from the seventies. The thirty pound Yaesu FT-101EE radio was a Craigslist steal, acquired by the Society for a few cents on the dollar. The rig was beautifully maintained and lovingly cared for. The fifty-year-old workhorse still had the original protective film of plastic covering its face to protect the radio from scratches and dirt.“Then again, maybe not,” she muttered after.