Mom Doesn't Wear Panties Novels & Stories

“Fine, it’s our little secret. But you can’t do it again, it’s not safe to go around…bare. Especially when outsiders are around.” “But you're not an outsider. You're Mom's. But...do you ever look at me and not see her daughter?” “Nora.” His voice was a warning. But Samuel’s eyes were on my mouth. Daddy was sweating all over now, even with the Air conditioning still on. And talking to Daddy like this was making my pussy wetter and wetter. The damp spot on my skirt was probably visible now. “Okay,” I whispered. “I would only not wear panties when you’re around. Is that okay, Daddy?”

Three months later. The visitation room of the detention center was divided in half by a thick sheet of glass. Dad was sitting in a chair. On the other side of the glass, an iron door swung open. A guard led Mom into the room. She was wearing a blue prison uniform. Her hair had been cut short, exposing streaks of gray at the roots. Her cheeks were sunken, her lips chapped. Slowly, she sat down in a chair and picked up the intercom.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

Palmer there, but then she glanced around as if searching for something. "Where's Ruby?" Mom seemed quite disappointed to see I wasn't there. Then, she glanced at the extinguished candle nearby, and her expression darkened considerably. "Weren't you the one who asked me to come settle accounts today? Where did you go off to?" Mr. Palmer asked casually. I saw Mom smile coquettishly before leaning into Mr. Palmer's arms and slipping her hand down to grasp his family jewels. "What's wrong? Did you miss me?" My eyes widened in shock when I saw what was happening.

he snarled, pointing a finger at Mom, "you will go to Denise's company right now and tell her boss that the evidence you sent was fake. Do you even realize what you've done? Because of your nonsense, Denise lost the job she worked ten years!" Mom, gaunt and pale as she sat on the couch, barely moved. But when the piggy bank broke, something inside her snapped. She leaped from the couch and dropped to the floor, frantically gathering the shards of ceramic with trembling hands. Her fingers were cut by the sharp fragments piercing her palms. Blood dripped from her clenched fists, but she didn't stop. And yet, Dad didn't even move. He had no concern for the woman writhing in pain on the floor. N

Logan threw his woollen scarf to the ground. "I can still change," I spoke humbly. My chest was growing warm for some reason. I went back and came out in a black dress. Clearly, I've grown out of proportion since I became a mother. Moreover, a stressed mother. My plumpiness spilt around the underarm tucks. I didn't mind it. Helps me flaunt my natural beauty. But I was wrong. Leah walked out, flaunting in a red dress. Her baby bump didn't seem as obvious in this. Or maybe she was wearing a compressor - which is harmful to the fetus.

She glanced back over her shoulder, her look naughty. "Yes sweetie. Panties. Now if you can't think of why mommy is bringing them, don't worry, we have a lot of time for you to come up with some uses for them on the drive there." With that, she headed downstairs and Jason eagerly followed his mother, already thinking that his mom liked to carry extra panties whenever he had dumped a few, or one massive load deep inside of her. Smiling, his pants slightly more constricted, Jason followed his mother out on their way to prom.

"Don't be hard on her. This is the first time she's gone out in four years, since her husband died. So what if she got a bit naughty? Good for her." Jen couldn't help a little teasing. "Did you get a little naughty with her, Mom?" Mom grinned. "I didn't lose my bra, if that's what you're asking. I'm going to miss those panties, though. They matched the bra. Goodnight, kids." I sat with my mouth open while Jen rolled around on the floor.

“I… wow! I look amazing.” “You bet your ass you do dear. I’m going to send you over to my lingerie shop to get the right set. My daughter runs that one and has a similar eye the way I do. Now do you have any problem with wearing thong underwear? Unfortunately, this dress requires no panty lines.” “I’ll be fine with them. Can you help me take this off? I’ll take it. I think you and my mom would have a blast together. You two seem cut from the same cloth.”

What’s wrong with the purple dress I packed? MOM: Lo, darling. I love you. But that piece of rags isn’t good enough to sleep in, let alone wear to a welcome ceremony. I giggle despite myself. She’s right. She’s washed nothing but yoga pants, sports bras, gross socks, and Goddess knows what else since I started training with the Texas pack. MOM: What gave it away? LEILA: You’ve never given me a present with the price tag still attached. MOM: Your father is a f$#(%.....