An unintended consequence popped up this week for us. My mom mentioned her panty supply was getting low and she needed more. The moment she said it, I knew it was all my fault. I have a tendency to be a bit rough and just pull or rip her panties when I want her. It’s funny, because I don’t do this with Jenn, just my mom. I think it’s all having to do with my dad, but that’s a huge rabbit hole! They don’t always rip apart, just rip enough to not be usable.
Anyway, yes, we have to stock up on panties and I’ll do my best not to keep pulling them and ripping them!
It’s the Green Day shirt incident that has been the highlight of this week, however. So my mom has always been a fan of Green Day and only has one remaining shirt. She happened to be wearing it one of the days we messed around, but wanted to take it off. I insisted she keep it on, but I could tell it wasn’t something she wanted. I think she thought I liked the band too, but I just remember her wearing it when I was a kid and my dad liked her wearing it.
I lifted it up to start kissing her nipples but stopped her when she wanted to slide it off.
“It’ll make it easier if I take it off hun,” she said.
“I know,” I replied, “but I like seeing you in it when I kiss you.”
“Why?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” I said between cleavage kisses, “I guess I remember you wearing it with dad a lot.”
She leaned her head back as she was sitting in my lap, holding my head to her breast.
“They’re all yours baby,” she whispered in a half moan, pulling me closer to her breast, almost smothering me, “I didn’t realize it until recently, but they’ve always been yours Mark. To give you milk as a baby,” she paused to moan for a second, “and to give you pleasure as a man.” I could feel her hips move a little in rhythm, almost dry humping.
“Wait,” she blurted out, pulling herself away from me for a second, a slight grin on her face, “are you wanting this shirt on because you saw me wear it with your dad?”
“Maybe,” I said with a grin, pulling her closer to get that wet nipple back in my mouth.
Her body folded to mine, her nipple finding its way to my mouth, and she completely wrapped her arms around my head.
“Your father used to make love to me in this shirt!” She said.
“Oh really?” I said after unlatching from her just long enough to ask. That thought gave me some sense of satisfaction.
“NO!” She half screamed, pulling me off her breast, her eyes wide. “I take it back,” she said, calmer, holding my face in her hands and leaning over to kiss me gently, “I mean we had sex in this shirt.” Her eyes looked different, like she saw something for the first time. It seemed like she was just figuring something out.
“Mark, I don’t think I’ve ever made love . . . like truly made love, until you. I mean, how could I have? Your father and I had sex, that was it. But you came from my body. I’ve known nothing but love for you. If these were made for you,” she said, looking down to her breasts, “then all of me was made for you. That’s true love honey. The purest form of love.” She leaned over and kissed me deeply. We continued to kiss and make our for several minutes. My boxers were getting wet with my precum.
“Make love to me Mark!” She said after she pulled away from my lips, looking into my eyes. “And leave the shirt on,” she said with a smile, “I want you to feel what it’s like to be my husband . . . And I’d love to feel what it’s like to be your wife!” A big smile came across her face. She kissed me then flipped herself off me and bent over, presenting her ass to me. I saw her panties hugging her mound, with a faint hint of her slit. I kissed her ass a little and then peeled her panties off her ass. As I pulled them down, a bead of cum still connected her panties to her pink lips.
“I love you!” She said matter of factly.
“I love you mom.” I replied.
“You know my body already belongs to you,” she said, anticipating what was about to happen, “and you’ve already replaced your father,” she comntinued as I was positioning my body to mount her. She reached her left hand behind her back, looking for my hand. I took it with my left hand and our fingers interlaced each other’s.
“Now make me your wife!” she demanded.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lytzpi/my_moms_dwindling_panty_supply_and_her_green_day