My Son Wears Panties Novels & Stories

“Go on.” Feeling a rush of excitement, I unwrapped the box, lifted the lid and once again, Les's surprise took my breath away. My eyes watered and I had to wipe them with the back of my hand to see the new set of panties Les got me. Not only were they in different designs but they each had a customized cartoon character on them ranging from, Winx Club, Totally Spies, Monster High, Pinky and the Brain, Disney Princesses, Marvel Characters and so on.

“It feels swollen, Daddy, so sensitive. My clit’s hard like a little pebble, and every touch makes me drip more. I’m sorry for stealing, but… fuck, the thought of wearing those panties while you punish me turns me on. Can I put a finger inside? Please?” “One finger. Pump it in and out, but pull back when you’re close.”

"I'm pretty full, but I think I could eat a hot dog or something." I bent over to pick up my panties that ended up on the floor mat of the car. When I bent over to pick them up, I felt my son's dick fall out of me. I put my feet though the pantie legs and pulled them up. Right before I pulled them over my pussy. My son reached over and struck his finger in me again. I gave him a playful slap on his hand. He took his finger out of me and I pulled my panties up. I started buttoning up my dress. I felt my son stick his dick back in his pants and zip up. "After we eat, how long of a drive do we have left?" I asked my husband.

This kid is trying to make me bribe him. "Ok. "He smiles at me and jumps down. He remains silent for a while allowing me to continue with my work in peace. I'm happy that he's finally calm or asleep or as I think. "WELCOME TO WAKANDA!" he shouts in my ears startling me. Behind me is my son in no clothes and I mean none with my black lace panties on his face as a mask and my bra as his shirt. Please help me God. Blame ken for watching The Black Panther with Pearl earlier yesterday night.

Before long, I was laughing along with him. The infectious laughter spread and soon Mom started laughing, too. When we'd all calmed down a bit, John said, "Wait, wait. I don't mean to ask even more embarrassing questions, but I have to know. I understand how a little boy could pee on a plant, but how does a little girl do that?" Mom gave me a look that said you're on your own. "I had to be about four at the time and wore dresses with little cotton panties. I took off my panties and just ... squatted over the plant."

“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?”

“I don’t want you wearing your mother’s old underpants, and they’re too sexy for a girl your age anyway. You need new, clean underwear that belongs to you alone.” “Dad!” she laughs. “I’m eighteen! Don’t you think these underpants are a little young, though?” She holds up a pair to show me, draped over her pointer finger. It’s white cotton spattered with tiny pink flowers, and a miniature pink bow at the front of the waistband. They’re cute. “You’re seventeen,” I answer emphatically. “And no.” I frown, but I know she can see the amusement in my eyes. “Those are proper underpants. Anyway, is there someone looking at your panties who’s going to care?”

No strangers, no sounds to provoke old wounds, just me and my son, a small world I wanted to protect desperately. I helped him remove the neat uniform he had worn for school. His little fingers moved on their own, but sometimes they still needed my help. He glanced at me several times, as if wanting to speak, but his lips hesitated. “These sleep pants, Mommy?” he finally asked, holding up a pair of light blue pants with stars on them. I smiled slightly. “Yeah, they’re nice. Perfect for a handsome boy.”

“Now tell me, Selena. Where did he touch that made you give in. I need to know so that I can advise on what to do in case of another situation.” “Well, he touched my thighs. I wasn't putting on any panties so it was easy for him to reach my pussy.” The counselor looked down at my skirt. “Are you wearing any one now?" "No,“ I answered. “Why not? You hate wearing them?" “No, we… We were still on the bed together before my dad caught us. Michael was the one who took off the panties I was wearing and I don't know where they are now," “Let me see,"

Getting on bended knee, Liberty asked her son, “Were you a good boy? Did you bother your uncle?” “I’ve been a good boy… But I wet my pants, Mom.” Sonny looked embarrassed when he mentioned this. Liberty inquired, “Were you sitting anywhere?” “Uncle’s bed.” Liberty was speechless. “Dunc bought me a lot of new clothes and a dress. We can keep the dress for Aunt Ser’s baby girl.” Liberty had no words.