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As promised, here is mom’s story. I just read it for the first time. You can imagine what I did after reading it. RickHi. I’m Liz, Rick’s mother, from the Teaching Mom series. In the last chapter, I had left a note under my panties that I had a story to tell. I had Rick sign on to his account so I could use it. I wanted to maintain continuity with his other stories since this one is related. He wanted to stay but I shooed him out of the room. He’ll get to read it when you do. I also took off my panties, handed them to him, and told him to “make a contribution to the cause.” (Can’t wait to get them back.) So, right now I’m sitting here in my robe with nothing on underneath. I put a towel on the chair because I know I’m going to drip. In fact, I can feel it starting. My lips are already wet.On that last day when we made love for the first time, I had phoned Rick and told him I bought something special – a pair of see through panties. You see, that morning I had determined that I wanted us to fuck. I wanted to feel his cum in me for the first time. I hadn’t felt a man spurt in me in 20 years. And there wasn’t that much to it. Like I said earlier, with his father, it was stick it in, thrust once or twice, ejaculate, pull out, roll over, go to sleep. Now I was going to feel the loving deep thrusts and hard spurts of a man who truly loved me, desired me, and cared deeply about my pleasure. I knew when I felt him cum, I would cum too. That morning I masturbated as I thought about what was to come…or rather cum. I wanted to dress extra special for him. I wanted to be as sexy as possible. I wanted him to want me so bad he couldn’t stand it. So off to the lingerie store I went. I found a little boutique shop called “Next To The Best Thing.” I didn’t know if that strange name had any hidden meaning or not. Turns out it does. Guess I was just a little naive. I’m not going to istanbul travesti give away the meaning. If you figure it out, leave a comment, email me (that is Rick, who knew what it meant immediately. The smart ass). I walked in the store and started looking around, not sure of exactly what I was looking for. The clerk came over. She extended her hand. “Hi I’m Laura, the owner,” she said. “What can I help you find?”I shook her hand and said, “Hi Laura. I’m Liz. I’m looking for something real sexy.””Well, you’ve come to the right place. Not only is everything I have sexy, it’s designed to arouse not just your partner, but you too. Y’know they say that sexy lingerie is designed primarily to turn on the male. But I’ll tell you, when I wear sexy panties and a sexy bra, it turns me on too. And if there’s no man around, I like to wear it just for me and as an aid to…well you know.”Did she just admit to me, a total stranger, that she masturbated? I shouldn’t have been that surprised. My sexual awakening showed me that most women pleasure themselves. I’ll bet even the pastor’s wife enjoyed a self-induced orgasm. I made a promise to myself to find out. Maybe we could masturbate together. Oh my, did I just say that? Did I just admit that I’d like to masturbate with another woman? I did and the idea intrigued me. For the first time I realized that I wanted to see another woman’s pussy in person, not just a picture. I shuddered to think I might have lesbian tendencies. I dismissed that thought when I remembered some things I had read about girl/girl sex. A lot of women were ‘bi-curious’, that is they wanted to have sexual contact with another female, but were still committed to sex with men. I tucked the thought away for a while. It was going to come back…big time. More on that later.She added, “We even have granny panties that are sexy.”I wondered istanbul travestileri how that was possible, but didn’t ask. “I want something that will send my man’s arousal through the roof.””See through panties is what you’re looking for. They’ll do that even if your man has seen you without panties. There’s just something about seeing a woman’s pussy in transparent panties that drives a man wild. I’ll show you.”She selected a pair of pale blue see through panties from the rack and walked behind the counter. She was doing something under the counter I couldn’t see. Then, she brought up an object that turned out to be a mannequin of a woman’s lower half. The panties were on it. I could see the perfect form of a woman’s shaved vulva through the material.”Touch it,” she said. I did. It was as soft as mine. I could feel every contour of the lips through the panties. I said, “This will drive him crazy.””That’s what they’re designed to do,” she said smiling widely. “He can see you, he can feel you and the panties both. And when he presses the material between your lips, it’ll send you both into orbit…provided you’re shaved or waxed. There’s nothing that diminishes a luscious sexual experience with panties like a mat of hair.” “My lips are completely bare.” I couldn’t believe I was sharing such intimate details with a woman I had just met. But it felt so natural. “Wrap ’em up,” I said.”Excellent,” she said. I could see a wry knowing smile on her face as she rung them up and placed them in a bag. I was a little embarrassed by the fact that she knew exactly what was going to be happening with these panties. “By the way, your man, is he a new flame, or an old flame?” “I’ve known him for over 40 years, but in a way this is a new flame.””You’ve known this guy for 40 plus years and you’re just now getting sexually involved?””Yes.””What travesti istanbul kind of relationship did you have with him before? If you don’t mind my asking.”A moment of truth was staring me in the face. Was I going to evade the answer, or come right out and admit it, admit to a total stranger that I was having sex with my son. Yet, at the same time I felt comfortable with her. After all, we both shared a little bit of our personal sexual sides. I decided to go for it. She would either be totally repulsed or politely ignore me. I wasn’t prepared for what happened.I handed her my credit card and said, “The man is my son.”She stopped in mid swipe. With a sudden intake of breath she put her hand to her mouth. Then I saw a single tear roll down her cheek. She came out from behind the counter and threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. I was confused, but I hugged her back. I wasn’t expecting this reaction. Nor was I expecting the next thing she said to me.”Oh Liz, thank you, thank you, thank you!””For what, Laura? I just admitted to you that I’m having a sexual relationship with my son.””I was beginning to think I was perverted. You see, I’m having sexual thoughts about my son. And I’m in so much turmoil over it. I get so aroused when I’m with him or think of him. I masturbate to him, imagining us doing all kinds of things to each other. When I cum, I call out his name. Then I feel so guilty about it. I shouldn’t be having thoughts like this, but I can’t help it. And then you come to me in here, a normal, healthy, attractive woman, a mother and a grandmother I presume. And calmly admit to having intercourse with your son. When you said that, the weight of guilt just flew off me. I’m so grateful to you. You can’t imagine how relieved I feel.”I didn’t tell her that we hadn’t had intercourse yet. It might have lessened her relief. The fact was I had decided that that night was going to be our first time. I was going to take my son’s penis into my body. I was going to cum with his beautiful cock in me.And he was going to cum in my cunt. Just the thought was making my panties wet. We hugged again. “You’re welcome Laura. Where do you go from here?””I’m not sure.

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