Moms Wet Panties 소설 & 이야기

Aunt Sienna’s annoying voice rang. “Melinda!” I screamed. “That’s the loudest you’ve ever screamed. Melinda is rubbing off on you…” she paused and sniffled. “Please, do not become like her. If you begin to behave like Melinda I won't have anyone to exert my revenge on,” she cries, her voice overly dramatic. “Sienna leave my kids alone,” Mum yells from the kitchen. “They’re my kids too!” Aunt Sienna countered. “I gave birth to them!” Mum yells.

Where did you get these? "The hamper," I replied meekly. "I don't even know what to say to you, she huffed and walked to the dirty clothes to discard the panties. In one of the hampers next to it was a pair of her own panties, a lacy thong much more skimpy than the panties I had of Ava's. "At least use something sexy to get yourself off instead of your sister's underwear." She flicked them at me and I caught them and brought them to my face and smelled my mom's panties right in front of her.

While folding them she suddenly brought them to her nose and looked at me. “Where did you get these?” “The hamper,” I mumbled. Mom sighed and walked over to the dirty clothes hamper. She pulled out a pair of her own panties — a skimpy black lacy thong. “At least use something sexy instead of your sister’s underwear,” she said and flicked them at me. I caught them and without thinking brought them straight to my face and inhaled. Mom gasped but didn’t stop me. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell Dad,” I muttered.

I can feel my pussy dripping again, pulsing against the thin material of my panties. My pussy is swollen and fucking raw. It’s been wet and hot for three days straight without a break, all because my best friend’s mother doesn’t know how to cover up. I doubt it would make a difference even if she did, since all she has to do is just smile and my knees weaken.

“Come out you little vixen! I’ll teach you a lesson for seducing my son!” Oh my god. “Mum, there’s no one here. No one seduced me okay” “Oh really?” she said and turned around, holding the lace panties I was wearing last night. Holy shit. I paled. That thing had my dried cum on it. “What is this then?” She dangled the panties in front of my face. “What is this Aito? Female underwear or do you want to tell me that it’s yours too? Do you wear panties now?"

Lilly directs me back to the scene in Mom's room. Mom unzips her skirt and wiggles out of it, shaking her tits back and forth, while the skirt falls to the floor. Slipping her thumbs inside the waistband of her pantyhose, she pulls them down over her hips. A dark patch of pubic hair is visible through her white thong panties.

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

I kept feeling his cum from last night still leaking a little, making my panties damp. By evening, I was a nervous mess. Mark texted me when Mom left: “Downstairs. Now.” I went down, legs wobbly. He waited in the living room, keys in hand. His eyes raked over me. “Good girl. That skirt is perfect. Turn around.” I turned slowly. He stepped close, hand sliding up under the hem. “No panties. Smart. This pussy better be ready for me.” “Mark, please,” I whispered. “Mom could find out.”

Some giggled and laughed at me, maybe at my dress, as I walked past them. Some wore nothing at all, just lacy G-strings and hills, and their bodies shook as they walked as if they were made of just pure liquid, no bones. Their skin was so clean and clear with barely any tiny bruises on them—it gleamed under the light. Some of the ladies didn't even wear bras,they had this tiny little glittering pad pasted on their nipples, and they walked boldly past us. I kept glancing at Dom from time to time but he was just focused on where he was taking me.