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But, we're going to have to come to an understanding about this, okay?"
Now I was really confused. But, looking up and nodding my head to her, I saw her smile her motherly smile. "Good." She said.
"You're not a kid any more, Scottie." She said further. "You're nineteen years old now..... practically a man."
Mom looked away for a moment and then looked back at me. "What I mean is," she added, "since it's just you and me in the house, I think it's time we made a few changes."
"Huh?" I answered, not having a single clue what she was talking about.
"First off," she replied, "You have to stop this childish act of sneaking around behind my back to get my panties. Scottie," she paused for a moment to reach out and pat me on the leg, "It doesn't bother me at all if you have them. Like I told you before, I know you're curious and interested in the female body. But, all this sneaking around just makes you look foolish and immature. From now on, if you want them, just take them and put them back when you're done."
Now, trust me on this...... I would have never imagined this kind of response from my mother – actually giving me permission, or, offering her panties to me. And, as I lie there naked on the bed with her sitting next to me, all I could do was nod my head up and down in shock.
"Next," Mother said, with a soft smile on her face, "I'd appreciate some respect for my underpants. If you're going to use my panties like this," she said, holding up the cum soaked panties, which she unwrapped from around my cock, "then, you're going to have to replace the ones I've already had to throw out. And, in the future, as soon as you're done, get yourself into the bathroom and rinse them out immediately so they don't get stained. I don't think it's too much to ask that you have some consideration for my lingerie."
She explained to me that wrapping the panties around my cock, the stroking action and my eventual ejaculation stretched and stained her delicate panties. "Hey," she said, completely serious, "these panties aren't cheap. The way I see it, you probably owe me five or six pairs. So, to help you learn your lesson, I'm going to take you shopping, and you can replace my panties out of your own money. Agreed?"
Still unable to speak, I simply nodded my head up and down again, silently agreeing with what she said. Unfortunately, though, when she started talking about the two of us going panty shopping, I felt myself starting to get hard. I got this vision of her leading me by the hand into the lingerie section of a big department store and telling the sales girl I was being punished for stealing her panties, stretching them out and leaving cum stains on her silkies.
I could just see it now..... I'd have to stand there while my mother explained to some innocent looking sales girl how I'd been wrapping her panties around my cock and then jerking myself off into them. The sales girl would smile, watching me squirm, as my mother told her what I'd been doing to her panties. She'd probably snicker at me, and then Mom would tell her how she was making me replace the ones I'd mistreated.
"Maybe he'd learn his lesson better if you made him wear panties for a while, as well as replacing yours." The sales girl would say. "Naughty boys that play with panties should be punished appropriately. Don't you think, ma'am?"
"Oh, my!" My mother might reply. "I hadn't thought about that, but, it's a good idea. Would you have time to help me pick out some cute panties for my son? Maybe something frilly....... with ruffles and lace? And, definitely pink?"
I'd have to stand there, listening to the sales girl and my mother plot my punishment. How the sales girl was going to have to take me into the fitting room and measure me, and make me try on panties for an hour until my mother was satisfied. I'd be totally humiliated and embarrassed in the middle of the store with other women and their daughters shopping all around us. They would all be looking at me and whispering back and forth. It would be horrible!
Yeah, okay - the whole idea of that happening was ludicrous, I know. But as all that flashed through my mind, and I thought about being with my mother in a place with literally thousands of pairs of panties, my mind went off the deep end and I started to dream up all kind of weird scenarios. And as a result, I couldn't help but get hard.
At first, she didn't notice it. But when my cock began to lengthen, and lurch as it got harder, she actually stopped lecturing me and openly stared at the way my member was getting stiff. I knew she probably wasn't done with her panty sermon, but, she just stopped cold - and her eyes focused in on my cock.
After about a minute, she looked up at me with a blank look on her face. "It's been so very long since I saw a man's penis like this, Scottie." Mother said, almost breathless in a very soft voice. "I mean, go from soft to hard. You're getting excited again, huh?"
"I guess so." I said, turning red and feeling extremely embarrassed.
"What brought this on?" She asked.
I started to turn red, blushing down across my face and chest. How could I answer that question? Was I supposed to tell her the idea of going shopping for panties with her made my cock get hard?
"Was it what I said about taking you shopping for my panties?" She asked, looking down at my erection. "Is that what did this? Going to lingerie store?"
Silently, I nodded. Mom gave me one of her all knowing smiles and patted my leg again. "Don't be ashamed, Sweetheart." She said, looking up at me and speaking in a comforting tone. "It's completely understandable. I've accepted the fact that my panties are arousing for you."
"I actually take it as a compliment." She added. "Like I said before, it's flattering. Just knowing something about me can still make a man's penis hard is quite a comfort, Scottie."
Then, silently turning her attention back to my hardening rod, she dropped the cum soaked panties that were wrapped around my cock on the floor, and tentatively reached her hand out toward my member.
"Uhm..... can I..... touch it?" She asked with a hopeful look on her face. "Do you mind?"
Truthfully, my head was in total melt down mode and my brain was receiving commands directly from my cock. By the time I figured out what she was asking, her hand had already wrapped itself around my shaft and she was gently squeezing me. The look on her face was one of tenderness, fascination and wonder.
"This is amazing, Scottie." She said, in a yielding voice. "I can feel you getting harder in my hand...... I can feel you getting bigger and thicker!"
Oh man, my head was swimming and I was definitely not thinking of her as my mother anymore. Her eyes were trained on my cock and she was gently squeezing and feeling me. When a drop of precum appeared at the tip of my cock, she let out a little gasp and looked at me.
"You know, Scottie," she said, softly, "I'd love to watch you do it. You know what I mean, don't you? Letting me watch while you take care of yourself?"
"Maybe," she went on, as her hand began to slowly stroke my cock up and down, "we can relax our dress code here at the house. Since it's just the two of us, maybe I can wear just a t-shirt and my underwear when we're home together. That way you could actually see me in my panties before you got them out of the hamper. Would you like that?"
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