My Son Wears Panties Novels & Stories

I stand behind my daughter, my hands on her waist, over that tee shirt, "Mornin, Muffin. You sleep well?" She wiggles back, pressing that perfect ass into my growing cock, "Yeah, but I had this weird dream." I slide my hands down, catching the hem of that shirt, touching her legs, I slide it up until I feel something different. I shove her shirt up to find her wearing a Calvin Klein thong, black with that wide waistband with his name on it. Riley giggled. "After yesterday I am a woman, and women wear adult panties." Running my fingers over the taut fabric, around the waist to the front and lower, as my daughter spreads her legs.

I saw his eyes grow wide. "God mom! What're you wearing?" he asked, mortified. He turned towards his computer and slammed it shut. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a skin-tight white "wife-beater" tank top. I could actually see my nipples poking out through the thin, aged fabric. It was not a large enough shirt for me and it was tight around my waists, not dropping all the way to my hips. My bellybutton was exposed. I was wearing a pair of red hip hugger panties that accentuated my flat stomach and also my legs. I looked back up at my son and shrugged.

I liked you and a determined person speaks his mind there is only one thing you will have to sleep here I need a whole person to take care of my son he goes home on the weekends when my son goes home grandma. "Okay! It will be a pleasure to take care of your little one without any problems. "I'm going to talk to Lia, and then she's going to hand everything over to being responsible for my son and everything for me. “Yes, I can see that! "What did you say? "Nothing, I just said it out loud!

I close my eyes in his direction and the smile I have in response is huge. Before long, he was gone with my bra. We kissed again. Gradually he took off my pants and his. Now we were just in underwear. Even though we “play” from time to time, he never took off my pants or shorts. So he's really serious. “Did I say I prefer you in sweatpants?” “Really?” He smiles and kisses my lips several times. “Yes. You look so handsome.” “Next time I'll put on sweatpants.” “How nice!”

After I woke our son up, I bathed him with warm water before dressing him up in a casual attire his dad placed in the wardrobe without us knowing. “Woah! Mommy I look cute in this outfit!” He beamed in excitement. He is wearing summer khaki shorts and a cream polo. He also wore a small khaki hat with black lining in the middle. Tain looked like he was a professional model since he was born. “You look so handsome Tain, come here, I will take a picture of you.” I smiled before taking out my phone. After we took several pictures we went downstairs together while I held his left hand. My one hand is scrolling the pictures we took a while ago.

The jersey had ridden up so high the pink thong was completely on display, barely covering her pussy. I walked over slowly, trying to act chill, and picked up her dirty blue panties from the couch. “I’ll put this in the hamper,” I muttered. Dad kept folding laundry, but I could see him struggling. His eyes kept flicking over to Mary’s ass and thighs even though he was trying hard not to. It made me want to punch something. As I headed upstairs, I held both pairs of panties — Mom’s and Mary’s — and brought them to my nose one after the other.

“Don’t her panties smell wonderful? They’ve been hugging her warm, mature pussy all day long.” The boy’s ass lifted off the ground as his boner flexed excitedly. His mom gently pushed his hips back down with her leg. “Down, tiger!” she giggled, then pulled Ruth’s lingerie away and dangled another set. “Mmm, look at this sexy pair. These are Aunt Morgan’s bra and panties, baby. I bet you’ve been dying to smell her pregnant pussy, haven’t you?” Amber moaned softly, pressing the crotch of her sister’s panties firmly to his nose.

Once she had all her clothes off, she put them in the washer and then went to take a shower. When my daughter was done showering, she asked to borrow a shirt again. Of course I told her it was fine. This time, she chose one of my big hoodies. And, as we sat quietly eating breakfast together, I couldn't help but think about the fact that her panties were in the dryer, which meant she was wearing only my hoodie and nothing else. Needless to say, it was extremely difficult to concentrate.

“Don’t her panties smell wonderful? They’ve been hugging her warm, mature pussy all day long.” The boy’s ass lifted off the ground as his boner flexed excitedly. His mom gently pushed his hips back down with her leg. “Down, tiger!” she giggled, then pulled Ruth’s lingerie away and dangled another set. “Mmm, look at this sexy pair. These are Aunt Morgan’s bra and panties, baby. I bet you’ve been dying to smell her pregnant pussy, haven’t you?” Amber moaned softly, pressing the crotch of her sister’s panties firmly to his nose.

I smoothed away the little worry line on her forehead with my finger. "Your father can't touch us. Now tell me, how was your day with the girls?" A smile played at her lips. "They were wonderful to me. And I have a bunch of new panties, tiny and brightly colored." I laughed at her playfulness, but I really wanted to see those panties. "And are you by any chance wearing one of those panties?" I was very interested in the subject of panties, and everything else had already been forgotten by my mind.