Busted with My Panties Family Fun

I should’ve been mad. I really should’ve.

But when I walked in and saw my son on the edge of the bed, my lavender lace panties wrapped around his cock, I didn’t yell. I smirked.

“Seriously?” I purred. “You couldn’t wait ‘til I left?”

He stammered. He always stammers. It’s cute, in a pathetic way.

“You like how they smell, don’t you?” I teased, stepping closer.

“You imagine me in them. Bending over. But I never let you touch.”

So I stripped. Slowly. Teasingly. I let him watch every inch come off. Then I laid back, breasts bare and dripping in power.

“Go ahead,” I whispered. “Make a mess of yourself… all over me.”

And he did. Fast. Pathetic. Beautiful.

I wiped it from my chest, licked it from my fingers, and smiled.

“Next time,” I whispered, “just beg.”