Mom Walks Around In Panties Novels & Stories

The card's words burned in her mind: Wear this if you have the balls, stepdaughter. 'You know what? You got this,' she murmured to her reflection, steeling herself. With a deep breath, she stepped into the panties, the sheer fabric sliding up her legs and settling against her bare pussy. The egg pressed firmly against her clit, cool and unyielding, a promise of torment. She adjusted the straps, the lace framing her smooth folds, already faintly damp from the anticipation. Her phone buzzed on the vanity, Mom. 'Mum, I'm coming down shortly,' she said, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. She ended the call abruptly, taking one last look. Black heels matched the dress's crimson hu

They weren't Adidas or Nike, but I was content that they were new. At night, I could still hear her and Winston fooling around while grinding through practice exams. But now, she would remind him, "Let's go to sleep early so we don't disrupt Alera's studying." A small, victorious smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I knew that I had re-earned Mom's attention through hard work. But these days didn't last long. Winston finally lost his patience about two weeks later. It was a Saturday, and the three of us ate dinner in silence as usual. Suddenly, Winston slid his foot up Mom's dress as his eyes scanned my body from head to toe with a repulsive, evil grin plastered on his face.

"Babe? What happened?" I couldn't finish my sentence because Mathilda suddenly walked in, looking incredibly sexy in a red lingerie set with a thin robe thrown over it, making the shape of her body visible. She noticed me looking, so she quickly brushed her hair aside, revealing kiss marks on her neck. I pulled my gaze away and said nothing more. I stood up slowly, feeling the heavy weight in my chest again as I walked out of the room.

Mom's words hold immense weight, but she only speaks one sentence each month. When a bankrupt businessman begs for her blessing, his life turns around the next day. When a childless tycoon begs her to bless him with a child, his wife is pregnant before a month has passed. But all my life, she has never spoken a complete sentence to me. When it was time to choose which university to apply to, Mom merely shook her head. "If you apply…" Her unfinished sentence kept me awake all night. I took her meaning the wrong way, and in the end, I lost the university I had dreamed about getting into for ten years. Then, my younger sister, who had scored less than me, somehow snagged a spot there. Yet, sh

After spending another year preparing to retake the SAT, I tried to register, only for the system to tell me I couldn't. According to its records, I'd already enrolled at Briarwood University and had been attending college for a full year. But on the day the exam results came out last year, Mom had clearly told me, "Conor, you only scored 1280. You're more than a hundred points short of getting into Briarwood." That same day, Cassidy Vaughn patted me on the shoulder and encouraged me, "Conor, take another year and try again. I'll be waiting for you at Briarwood." My hands shook as I opened Briarwood University's official social media page. The pinned post read: "Meet Conor Hale, Outstan

I've given you too much leeway and you've forgotten your place! "Take a good look in the mirror. Look at how old you've become, how many wrinkles there are on your face. "My father used to bully my mom constantly, so on the day we got married, I swore I would treat you well. But you've only gotten more outrageous, acting like this at your age. You're not fit to be a mother! "Every minute I spend with you makes me sick!" Mom's eyes widened with shock. She seemed unable to utter another word. It was as if her soul had left her body. Then, her body went limp and she crumpled onto the floor.

Throwing stones? I instinctively looked up at the surveillance camera above the front gate, which was pointed directly at the villa. My eyes lit up as an idea formed in my mind. I wouldn't need to cancel that slingshot, after all. … "Mom! Some of the crystals on the chandelier in my room broke!" That afternoon, I hurried downstairs with a few shattered crystal beads in my hand. The moment Vivian heard that, her face turned pale. She grabbed my wrist tightly. I endured the pain and didn't make a sound.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly. Just as she wavered, the screen carried a voice.

Mom finally got tired of trying to coax me into making the first move using passive displays (at least that's the way I see it now) and decided to get aggressive. She was sitting across from me in the easy chair and I was watching TV. Her legs were spread open and I could see the garter belt that was holding up her nylons and the wet crotch of her panties - wet with what I now know was the cum of whoever she had picked up at the bar. I had a hard time keeping my eye on the TV because they kept wanting to stray over to mom's legs. She had great legs and she always wore high heels and nylons and that was (and still is) my biggest turn on.

Leaving me totally flabbergasted, with no where to hide my face as Axel struggled to contain his laughter. “Oh God…” I moaned silently, moving to stand up and get some privacy. “Mom, why are you getting me panties? I already more than enough panties! If I needed more, I will get them myself” “Just choose!” she groaned out, leaving me no choice. “Red,” I responded in defeat, glancing back to see Axel. Although still seated, his features displayed every bit of information that I needed to know just what he thought about my situation. “So embarrassing,” I muttered, returning my attention back to what my mom continued yapping about. And thank the heavens I did, cause next thing I heard was-