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I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

Bending over, I scooped it up and then held it up in the air with both thumbs, staring at it. It was another pair of panties. These ones were dark purple. As I examined them, I realized they were damp in the middle. Freshly damp. Was it our conversation that had turned her on enough to cream her panties? Completely unable to resist the sudden urge that came over me, I turned them inside out and then lifted them to my face. I could smell my daughter's musk, and it drove me wild. Then, I slowly ran my tongue along the crotch, tasting the juice she had deposited on the fabric.

The strong, tangy scent of her pussy hit me immediately as I brought them to my nose. "Fuck, Sarah," I whispered to myself, inhaling deeply. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk, a hint of sweat from her day, and that feminine aroma that drove me wild. I carried the panties over to her bed and lay down right in the middle, spreading my legs wide. I pressed the crotch of her dirty panties firmly against my face, sniffing loudly as I freed my hard cock from my shorts. It throbbed in my hand, already leaking precum as I started to stroke slowly.

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.

She had on these sexy black panties that almost made me get a boner right on the spot. I walked in and tapped Mom’s shoulder. “Hey Mom?” Mom opened her eyes and looked up at me. Well not me directly, but at me. She was staring at my crotch. “Mom? Up here.” She looked up at my eyes and blushed. “Oh sorry about that I was just thinking.” She got up and slowly stretched. This caused her robe to open up even more. I got a view of her tanned stomach and that did it. I started to get a hard-on in front of Mom.

Mom took my briefs out of her mouth as she turned to face me. "Thank you." She said. I offered her her soaked panties, she smiled, "Trade," she said as she bent over and slid my cum-soaked briefs up her trim legs, nestling them carefully against her soaked pussy. Well, this will be interesting. Not sure if they would even fit, I put my legs in Mom's panties and pulled them up, Tight, she probably won't be able to wear then again, but it was kinky and fun. Her cum filled panty against my cock.

Seeing how excited Alan looked, I gave him a small smile. "Congrats, you're one step closer to the truth." As Alan wiped the sweat from his forehead, I slid a cup of coffee over to him. Buzzing with energy, he exclaimed, "I tailed your mom for three days. "During the day, she looks for recyclables and picks up rotten greens from the farmers' market in front of that influencer's camera. And at night, she sleeps in the underground parking lot of a residential complex!

Mom had returned for over two weeks, but this was the first time the internet had seen her this ferocious. The livestream chat was exploding with question marks, and someone typed a bewildered comment. "Wait… What did she just say? She's gonna sell Grace and Hope so that her son would have money to marry?" "Am I hearing that right? She wants to sell her own daughters?" Grace froze, clearly questioning if she'd heard correctly as well. "Mom, what are you even saying? She's Hope. She came back to apologize to you."

Palmer kept glancing in my direction from time to time. The fire in his eyes sent my heart racing. I knew I shouldn't be watching, but I was utterly spellbound. My eyes locked on the scene before me, completely unable to look away. "Oh my, you're so big today. I can barely fit my mouth around it," Mom murmured flirtatiously before straddling Mr. Palmer's hip. Almost instantly, the cluttered storeroom filled with the sound of Mom's gasps and moans, along with Mr. Palmer's restrained breathing.

As her family member, I applied to visit her. Through the transparent glass of the asylum, I saw her bruised face. In the end, I asked only one question, "Don't you regret Marianne's death?" Among all the people Mom had targeted, I was the only one who died. I wanted to know if, having lost everything, she would feel sorry or sad for the things she did. But she felt neither. Mom suddenly laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke. Her laughter was exaggerated, showing her gums. I even wondered if she had really gone mad.