Lets continue on, shall we?

He knelt down before his pantsless mother. She was standing almost perfectly. She stood with her legs slightly spread, he must have caught her right in the middle of leaning from one leg to the other. She stood with her back straight and shoulders back. The perfect stance for his purposes.

He focused his eyes to the little triangle of pink fabric exposed beneath her dress shirt. His heart began to race as he leaned in closer, trying to absorb every detail. This was as close to his mothers vagina as he had been since he slid out of it 21 years ago.

He fished his throbbing cock out of the confines of his sweat pants. One hand began to idly stroke his member while the other came up and began to lightly touch his mother.

He started with her legs. They were warm and smooth and long. He ran a hand up and down her legs, from her knees to the inside of her thighs and back down her calves and back up again. Always just short of touching the smooth, silky fabric of her underwear.

Brad couldnt help but wonder why she chose pink today. As a younger boy, like certainly the vast majority of young men across the world, Brad had raided his mothers panty drawer. Most of her underwear was just like her. Simple, functional, no nonsense and came in one of two colors. White, her most common (and his favorite) or black. Cotton predominated, nylon and satin being rare and usualy hidden in the back. The skimpiest thing she owned was a lace cheekini. The kind which left almost half of a womans butt cheeks exposed, and was hidden in a back corner of her closet in its own little box. All the others were various cuts and styles of full back.

This pink one was new, but he instantly loved it. It added a touch of womanliness, even girliness, which his stern mother usually lacked.

He ran both his hands up his mother's thighs and over the waistband of her panties, and nearly came all over himself and his mother.

He imagined freezing time with her in a public place. Walking down a busy street, or perhaps in her office. But what really came to mind was her in his high school auditorium. Standing much as she was now, hundred of eyes on her, listening to whatever it was she was speaking so passionately about.

And he could put it all on pause with a single click of the watch.

He ran his hands up the front of his mothers panties now, and fought with all his might not to cum. He could feel her pussy through the fabric. Completely shaved. That didnt surprise him. Mom was such a neat freak it would be odd to think she didnt pay the same amount of attention to her own grooming.

He traced the cleft of his mothers cunt with his fingers. And then her outer lips. So beautiful. He leaned in closer.

Her pussy smelled devine. he couldnt stop himself from burying his nose into her crotch, and inhaling her feminine scent. His hands went around behind her, cupping her ass through her panties before slipping beneath the smooth fabric.

Her ass was so smooth. Soft, yet firm. He kneeded the flesh with his fingers deliberately. He was determined to make this last. To not just nut all over himself like a virgin freshman in highschool.

What began as sniffing, grew to him trying to devour his mothers pussy, dragging his tongue along the length of her pussy and pulling at her hidden lips with his teeth. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to lightly pull at her lower lips.

And then he was kissing and sucking on her cunt like he was making out with her mouth, trying to thrust his tongue as deep as he could into her pussy through her panties.