Mother First, Father… Later

“Uh-huh,” Jack’s brow furrowed in thought. “That’s – weird, I guess.” But it appears to be a reasonable after discovering this – talent. Whoever it was – he may have been around, watching unseen. Maybe. I might – might – look into him later. Not right now, the young man eyeing the growing wet stain on the stretched crotch of his mother’s white panties, the cotton slowly turning diaphanous over her puffy labia.

“Why do you wear such panties?” the young man asked, his curiosity over her choice of underwear pushing to the front of his mind. “Don’t only little girls wear full briefs anymore?”

“I don’t know,” his mother sniffed, a hint of irritation to her voice, “Nor should you, Jack. Please tell me you haven’t been looking up little girls’ skirts.”

“I have not!” he protested, surging to his feet, feeling sick to his stomach that his mother could even think he would. “I’m not a goddamn pervert! That’s sick!”

“Then how would you know what little girls wear?” the brunette asked.

“I – I just assumed!” Jack stammered. “I don’t know any girls at school who wear them. They all wear g-strings, thongs or bikini briefs. Hell, look in Kelly’s underwear drawer. You’ll see!”

Without a word, his half-naked mother straightened and strode out of his room, leaving him to gape at the open door.

“Oh, sh-,” he began, realization dawning.

“What the – Mom!” Jack heard his younger half-sister cry. “Why are you – Oh my God! Get out of my underwear! That’s private!”

Oh fuck, the young man winced. Damn have I fucked up. I barely have an ounce of control over the situation and –

“This is what young women wear these days?”

The young man’s jaw fell. His mother stood before him holding a stretch-knit thong by the black sheer waistband, the crotch leopard print sided with black lace. Kelly had that? His mind boggled at the thought, used to thinking of his half-sister as – well – his sister, not a sexy young teenager.

“Well – um – not all the time, Mum,” Jack swallowed nervously.

“Oh,” her light brown eyes blinked. “Would you like it better if I wore them than my other panties?”

“Seriously?” his eyes bulged.

“Yes, Jack,” she nodded.

“But – why?” he asked automatically, cringing inside at the possible answer that was coming.

“I want to dress sexy for my man,” his mother said softly. “I – I want you to look at me. I want to feel wanted by someone. And now, I’m standing here in my panties, I’ve touched my – my muffin –” Muffin? His eyebrows rose. “– in front of you, I – I thought you m-might be interested in me.” She dropped the thong to the floor and gazed at him, her light brown eyes imploring. “I – I know I’ve been giving you a hard time, Jack, but – I do love you and I soooo need to be fucked.”

Ho-Lee-Shit. The nineteen-year-old met hers as even as he good, thinking over her words. Just what am I going to do? I mean – she’s admitted her attraction to me and – well – I was thinking that pussy is pussy when I told her to strip down in front of me. And she does want it. Yet, I have to ask myself: do I really want to screw my mother? That’s – a tough question right now, he thought, looking at his half-naked mother licking her lips hungrily, her right hand stroking the sodden crotch of her panties and her left squeezing her right breast through the silky white cup of her brassiere. Fuck, if any of my mates were here, they’d be all over her. Jack bit back a wince. I don’t want to see that. And, he breathed slowly, I have to admit that I don’t want to see her with any man. If I used this power I seem to have to remove her attraction and lust for me, I have no doubt she’d go out looking and who knows what kind of bastard she would find. So – so… The young man sighed, shaking his head. Fuck me. I’m going to fuck her. Not – not right now. But – eventually. Shit.

“Are you okay, honey?” Maggie asked, concern carrying in her soft voice.

“Just – coming to a decision, Mu – Maggie,” Jack corrected.

“Mum or mother,” her light brown eyes flashed. “Not –”

“Do you want to screw?” his eyes narrowed, a frown upon his face.

“I – of course!” she brightened, beaming widely. “When? Now? Please?”

“Later,” Jack said. Her face fell briefly, but with a shrug of her shoulders her smile returned. “And I have rules. We’ll discuss them after dinner, but for the first – you will accept me as the man of the house. My word will be law here from now on. And that includes Kelly.”

“Yes – yes, sir,” Maggie breathed slowly, the fingers of her right hand pressing the white cotton of her panties between her swollen inviting lips.

“What the fuck?” The mother and son turned to look upon the named young woman standing in the doorway of Jack’s bedroom, disgust upon her pretty face. “You guys are – This is messed up. There is no way I am staying in this house a second longer, not if you two are – are –” Kelly shuddered at the thought and took a deep breath. “I am calling the police. They’ll –”

“Be quiet,” Jack snapped, commanding his half-sister, his face furious. “And come here. Now.” The young man took a calming breath and looked at the older brunette. “I’ll handle this. It’s – my job now.”

“Of course, Jack. I’ll – I’ll see you downstairs for dinner after I – take care of something.”

The young man nodded, turning his attention back to his half-sister as their mother walked out of his bedroom, a fearful expression on her young face, her light green eyes trembling.