My Son Wears Panties Novels & Stories

"Yes." "We play a little differently, though, than everyone else. Don't we?" I sink my thumb in deep and watch moisture seep from her pussy below. It's such a thing of beauty I shoot a string of come into the sand, my abdomen flexing painfully. "You're the only little girl here who didn't wear her panties. Did you want Daddy to see between your legs?"

But calling someone as daddy is against my feminist soul, but who cares. "Please, daddy, touch me," I said breathlessly and this time he took me seriously. His hands went on my panties elastic band and with one pull, my panties were off me. I shook my legs as he was pulling it out of my heels, to aid him. He smelled my panties and my nose scrunched, as I feel his act gross," you are wet already," he said and buried my panties on his pocket.

She still had her mind filled with thoughts about Tom, but her friend's daring panties were earning her attention. "Those panties are really hot," she finally complimented her friend. Cindy smiled proudly. "Thanks. Dad got 'em for me." The admission was followed by a coy giggle. Brook giggled a little nervously. "My dad got these for me, too." "Mmm, really nice. Has he seen you in them yet?" Brook's face flushed hot. "No!" She didn't bother mentioning he'd already had his hand inside another pair of her panties when he made her cum at the movies. "Has your dad seen you in those?"

I bit down on the dress, holding my dress up for him as he moved his hand back down to my panties. A purple coloured panties. I moaned softly as he moved his fingers through my slit, slowly and sensually through my panties. And something about the small friction the panties gave made it feel so good. "Hmm... Feels good, daddy." I moaned, my words muffled with the clothing in my mouth, voice thin and erotic even to myself. "That feels good? How good does it feel when I do this, then?" Daddy moved his hand further down, taking his fingers to my pussy entrance and then he pushed two fingers into my pussy with my panties.

I lay out a couple of choices of pants and t-shirts and he grins at me as I let the boy pick out his clothes. My heart clenches when he gives me his toothy smile and picks out the blue pants and red t-shirt. Then move to hold out the tiny clothes to my chest before I realize that he's matching it to my navy chinos and red polo shirt. I laugh and start helping him get dressed. "Oh my god, Larry, you two are so cute," Gemma laughs at little Julian seeing our son wearing the same color combination as me stretches his arms. "Up!" Julian says cheekily as if he had forgotten the bathroom incident earlier. Our boy giggles when I take him up my arms and he quickly puts his head onto my chest.

"Is the rest of her as good, Bernie?" Hayley breathed a little sigh of relief as her father ceased the rough massage of her chest, his fingers running down the muscles of her belly to the top of the little skirt he had bought for her. The hands started grabbing her bottom roughly, then he was bunching up the skirt, it felt like he was lifting it up around her waist. Underneath she only wore the strange panties he had bought her, the red ones that were very thin at the back, really just a string that ran up the crack of her bottom.

He took it and looked at it carefully. “Nice panty huh, power pop girls... pfft why is there a hole?” I just bowed in embarrassment. It’s embarrassing that“Shut up.” He said seriously. He power-pophe towel that covered my body. I didn’t cover my body even though I’m shy of him.too big. I heard him laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you panties. What design do you still want? Those pikachu, doraemon or maybe--“ “T-That’s enough, just dress me up to finish.” He slowly put my panties on me. “H-Hey, don’t stare at that!”

Grabbing her around the hips, the son brought his face in deep, probing his tongue down and into her tight entrance again. Irritatingly, his mother's panties got in the way, even pushed to the side as they were. So, after a moment where he took a break from mommy muff munching, he patted his mother's bum and she lifted up her hips so that he could slide the panties off. Deborah watched as her son eagerly ripped off her panties, and, smiling, put them around his head as if wearing a necklace. He brought them up to his face when he noticed her looking and took a deep sniff. Deborah trembled her pussy clenching. Reaching down between her wide spread thighs, the mother grabbed her panties around

I shivered, then my eyes widened as my son pushed my panties down my thighs. Lucky for him, I had put them on over my suspenders because I was in a hurry to leave this afternoon. I tried to spread my legs open, whispering, "No, Colt, no," but he let me sink between his thighs, and he used his legs to close my legs. My cheeks burned red as my panties passed my knees and fell to my feet—I hadn't put up much of a fight against my son's demanding strength. With a helpless sigh, I kicked my panties off my feet, then used my heels to push them under our seat.

And I missed my son. We had barely stepped through the casino’s polished glass doors when a girl appeared—like smoke. Short dress. Heavy eyeliner. Confidence that looked borrowed. “How may I assist you, miss?” she asked, voice sugar-sweet. I offered her a polite smile. “I’m just waiting for someone.” I didn’t offer a name. Never liked the fuss that came with being Cassian Hale’s mother. Something shifted in her expression. The kind of shift that made your skin go tight—like the hairs on your neck knew something your brain didn’t.