I watch Mom folding her bras.

Mom starts folding the big pile of laundry on the kitchen table. You notice it's all bras and panties and other lingerie from the women in the house.

"Would you help?" she asks, innocently.

"Uh... sure," you say, wanting to be helpful.

"Aren't they beautiful? The fabrics in women's lingerie is always so sumptuous, don't you agree?"

"Uh, sure." You arch your eyes. You wonder where she's going with this.

"Here, feel this," she says, giving you heavy-duty dark-blue bra with large cups made of satin and soft stretchy lace framing the cups.

"It feels nice," you say, stroking the bra through your fingers.

"No, you have to feel it on your cheek, like this." She demonstrates by holding up another bra, a simple white nylon bra, and strokes it across her cheek, before burying her face into it, taking a deep sniff, then sighing contentedly.

[This should really to get him, Mom thinks to herself. After all, we know he's done this with Becca's bras in the past.]

"Oh, I don't know," you say, starting to freak out a little.

"Oh, it's fine! Here, I want you to compare that pair to this one. Now first the blue one."

You hesitate.

"Go ahead," she encourages.

Feeling weirded out, you hold the bra cup to your cheek.

Ohhhhhh...

Suddenly your nipples start to tingle and your cock gets hard. That is so wonderful. A small sigh escapes your lips, you can't help yourself. You remember all those evenings you spent beating your meat with your face in your sister's bra.

"It's nice, isn't it?"

"Yes," you say.

Without realizing what you're doing, you place your entire face into the bra cups (they're folded over on each other) and breath in. The clean, fresh scent is heavenly, with still traces of body power and feminine potpourri smells.

HOLY SHIT! IS YOUR WHOLE FACE IN THE BRA? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!! YOU'RE PRACTICALLY MAKING OUT WITH A BRA AND YOUR MOTHER IS RIGHT THERE????

You quickly put down the bra, blushing deep red.

[Gotcha, Mom thinks to herself]

"Everything okay?" she asks, innocently.

"Yup!" You say, too quickly.

"That was Rebecca's new bra. She got it at the new lingerie store downtown." [She bought it to show off for Dave, your Mom thinks to herself, but Paul's not ready for that yet]

"Becca's bra?" you can't help yourself. Memories of stealing Becca's bras from her hamper and jerking off to them flood back to you.

"Yes. Now compare it to mine." Mom hands over the simple white bra with the white lace. "How does that feel?"

Holy cow, your Mom's bra is enormous! With massive underwire. Your head practically explodes thinking of her breasts being held in this miracle of modern engineering.

"It's okay," you say, giving it a perfunctory feel.

"But how does it compare to Becca's bra? Tell me. Hold it up to your cheek."

Feeling extremely self-conscious, you do as she tells you, holding up her massive bra to your face. And again, you can't help yourself but to nuzzle it and lose yourself in thinking about how this is...

... oh FUCK.

Your MOTHER's BRA.

You quickly put it down, flushing beet red.

"It's... not as soft... as Becca's," you stammer, trying to figure out what to say so you CAN FINALLY MOVE ON TO SOME OTHER TOPIC. "The fabric doesn't feel as ... uh... expensive."

"Exactly! I think I need to upgrade my bras. And maybe some of my panties and stockings too. And Dave agrees and said he be happy to pay for it."

"I'm sure he would be," you roll your eyes.

"Would you come help me shop? At the lingerie shop downtown that Becca found? It would be a fun mother-son outing." [Will he take the bait? Mom wonders.]

"What... me? Help you shop for bras?"

"And panties. Lingerie is expensive. It's always good to get a second opinion, especially about a man, like yourself."

Go shopping with your MOM, for HER UNDERWEAR????

You find yourself taking deep, gasping breaths. In a lingerie store... like Victoria's Secret, with your mother, as she tries on new lingerie....

And maybe shows it to you.

FUCK, you are ROCK HARD.

You take some deep breaths.

"S-s-s-s-sure," you finally get out.

[Excellent, Mom purrs to herself. This couldn't have gone better! I can't wait to tell Dawnie and Becca.]

"Well, as soon as we're done here, I'm going upstairs to put these away. You're welcome to help me."

"Help you... put your underwear a way?"

"Yes, that's right." Your Mom says this with such innocence [but she knows exactly what she's doing, hahahahaha] she makes it seem like any other ordinary task.

"Uh, okay. Sure."

"You are such a sweetie," Mom says, patting your hand.