She's delighted Molly wants to join you.

You start dinner and check your phone after putting the water on to boil. You mother should be home soon. You try to gather your thoughts as you busy yourself with your task.

I guess panties aren't so bad. You say to yourself, still not looking forward to shopping for them with your mother out in the open. Still, you suppose Molly is right, as long as you like them, isn't that all that matters? Your musings are cut short by the sound of the front door opening and closing. You poke your head into the entryway and wave to your mother.

"Hi sweetie." She says. "Did you have a good time with Molly?"

"Yes Mommy." You reply as nonchalant as possible under the circumstances. Your mother's heels clack on the tile as she walks toward you. She pulls you into a quick embrace and kisses the top of your head.

"The house looks lovely and dinner smells wonderful. Such a good boy today." She says, making you quiver with happiness.

"Thank you Mommy." You say, smiling up at her. She follows you into the kitchen and sits down, smoothing her skirt before doing so. You rush about the kitchen setting the table and preparing her plate. After your mother has her food you pour her a glass of wine before setting your own place. You sit and make small talk with your mother while you eat. You work yourself into what you want to ask. "Mommy?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Umm... Can Molly come shopping with us on Saturday?" Your mother looks at you with an adoring look.

"Oh of course she can sweetie!" She smiles happily and leans forward to take your hand across the table, her breasts press against the table top, drawing your gaze for a moment. "I'm so glad you're opening up with your true self." Her smile shifts as it takes on a teasing look. "Molly's quite fashionable these days. I'm sure you should ask her or me any questions you have as you develop your own style." She winks at you, making you blush a little.

"Thanks Mommy, I will." You say with a smile. Even though you dread the humiliation of Molly seeing you in panties again, you admit your mother's advice is sensible. After all, they both know more about it than you do and you need to look cute of course. You blink at the last thought but don't question it. You like being cute, having pretty things, even if it's embarrassing if people notice. Molly's right, who cares what they think? You love how carefree she is, now that you think about it.

You both continue to chat as you finish eating. Afterward, your mother retrieves her purse from the counter and pulls out the bottle of pills Morgan gave you. You obediently stand and join her at the sink, retrieving a glass for yourself and filling it with water.

"Good boy." She says, patting you on the cheek, and making you smile. She opens the bottle and retrieves a purple capsule and hands it off to you. You quickly pop it into your mouth and drain the glass, feeling the hard mass move down your throat and into your stomach along the current. Your mother puts the bottle back in her purse and gives you a kiss on the cheek before departing for her room to change into her evening clothes while you collect the dishes and clean up. She calls you into her room after you finish. You gasp when you see her. She is sitting up against the headboard of her bed, reading a book. She's wearing a sheer black nightie with floral patterned lace over her magnificent round bust. You can just see the outline of her nipples peeking through the thin material. Her pussy is covered by a matching black lace thong, over which you see just a few strands of pubic hair peeking out. Her shapely hips and long legs are bare, stretched out in front of her and you see her toenails are painted glossy black. She looks up at you and smiles.

"You wouldn't mind giving me another foot rub would you honey?" She asks sweetly. "The last one was so relaxing." You quickly walk to the bed and sit down by her feet.

"Of course mommy, I'd love to!" You chirp happily as your hands go to work. Your mother flashes another sweet smile before returning to read her book while you massage her feet. You let her groans and sighs of pleasure guide you as you roll your thumbs in little circles, applying pressure to her sore muscles. Your hands move to her calves after a while and you squeeze and rub them, savoring the feel of her soft, smooth skin.

"Mmm that feels amazing sweetie." Your mother closes her eyes and throws her head back for a moment, lost in the pleasure of your massage. Your eyes wander to her panties, imagining her pussy hidden beneath them. You recall the memory, etched into your mind, of her 'reward' the other day.

Maybe if I do a good job she'll show me her pussy again. You think to yourself as you redouble your efforts, pulling another moan from your mother's lips. You feel her begin to rub her feet against the crotch of your pants as you move slightly closer to reach further up her lower leg. The sensation of her soles rubbing against you, through your pants and the silky fabric of your panties, is driving you crazy. Your rock hard as you feel precum leaking from your dick making your panties wet. Your mother has almost totally abandoned even pretending to read her book as she rests her head against the edge of the headboard, eyes closed in blissful content. The fact that you're making her feel this good only excites you further. You wish with all your might that you could feel the smooth skin of her sexy feet on your bare cock. Your mother raises her head and looks at you.

"That's enough for the night dear." She says with a warm smile. Reluctantly you remove your hands and nod before squirming out from under her feet. You walk to the head of the bed and bend over to kiss your mother goodnight before turning to walk toward the door. Her voice stops you cold. "Leaving so soon, without your reward for being such a good boy?" Your knees quake as you turn back to her.

"Reward mommy?" You say with an uncertain voice. Your mother chuckles as she spreads her legs open on the bed, giving you an even better view of her barely concealed sex.

"Of course sweetheart. Did you think your mean old mommy would send you off to bed with nothing after that wonderful massage?" She smiles at you seductively as she pulls her panties to the side, revealing her glistening slit. "You like looking at your own mother's pussy don't you, perverted little panty boy?" You blush, embarrassed to be called out so explicitly, but can't tear your eyes away from her glorious sex.

"Y-yes mommy, thank you." You stammer quietly. Your mouth waters as you imagine what she tastes like. You wish desperately you could bury your face deep in her twat. She holds her panties to the side with one hand while the other begins to lightly tease her clit.

"Does little sissy want to watch mommy play with herself?" You gulp and nod vigorously, unable to form words as your gaze remains glued to her lewd display. She chuckles again and leans back as a moan escapes her and her pussy begins to leak with arousal. She then looks at you once again with a seductive gleam in her dark blue eyes.

"Since you were so open with Molly today, and I'm so proud of you for that, I'll let you play with your little clitty while you watch me." Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull as your mouth falls open, causing your mother to laugh. "Oh I could already tell you were excited sweetie, your little dicklet is practically poking through those pants."

"Th-thank you so much mommy." You say, not sparing a single thought for the insanity of her 'rewards' relative to your experience before all this, as your hands move to your waistband and pull your pants down to your knees. Your cock is sticking straight out, pitching an adorable little tent in the lacey crotch of your panties. A wide pool of darker red around the tip of your dick indicates how aroused you've become. You move to pull the panties down as well but your mother stops you.

"Rub your clitty through them." She says in a serious tone. You look at her and see her leering back at you with almost malevolent lust. Your hands pull away from your waist quickly and you look at her hands, rubbing her clit harder now. Your hand moves to the tip of your dick, jutting out, covered in silky red lace. You brush your fingers against the sensitive glans and your knees almost buckle as a hot spark of pleasure flies through you. You let out an almost girlish moan as you rub and tease your cock while you watch your mother's hand slide across her sopping wet entrance. She echoes your lust with a deep sigh as she slides two of her fingers into herself. She begins fucking her hand as you build pace rubbing yourself off through your panties to the sight. You feel too much pleasure to bother with thoughts of how humiliating this is. Your mind is focused intensely on the lewd scene before you.

Your mother sits up again and moves to the edge of the bed. She gestures to the floor beneath her and you take a few hobbled steps forward before falling to your knees in front of her. You look up from between her outstretched legs, inches away from her glistening cunt as she continues to finger herself faster now. The wet slapping sound of her efforts along with the sight of her face contorted with ecstacy almost sends you over the edge as you continue to rub the tip of your dick through its silk covering. She looks at you and speaks in a husky tone dripping with lust.

"Oh fuuck, o-open your mouth sssweetie!" You comply without thought as her fingers retreat from her pussy while she cums violently, losing control of her bladder and releasing a stream of clear fluid all over your face. You're shocked but don't pull away. You do your best to catch some of the liquid in your waiting mouth. The taste though bitter is divine and it carries the strong scent of heated arousal. You feel your own climax building as your mother finishes drenching your hair and shirt, bathing you in her sweet scent. She sighs enjoying the afterglow of her intense orgasm before she speaks again. "That's enough." You freeze, uncertain, you desperately want to cum, you're so close.

"M-mommy?" You look up at her with puppy dog eyes, **** to finish yourself off. She pulls her panties back in place and smooths her disheveled appearance.

"Aww does my little sissy boy need to cum in his cute panties?" She says in a mocking tone.

"Yes mommy!" You blurt out, making her laugh cruelly.

"Well the show's over, maybe if you didn't **** yourself so much, you could get off easier." She smirks and lifts her foot, placing it against your chest and pushing you back, away from the bed. She stands and walks over to you, eclipsing the light from the ceiling fan as she towers above. She looks down at you imperiously. "Stand up." She barks. You quickly scramble to your knees and then your feet, pants around your ankles now, dick still poking out through the tortuously smooth material of your panties now sodden with precum. Your mother kneels and grabs your pants, pulling them up quickly. She chuckles and gives your panty covered cock a flick, making you gasp and bend at the knees a little as another white hot bolt of pleasure runs down your legs. She pulls your pants the rest of the way and stands. You think she somehow got taller for a moment, or possibly you're shorter. She bends over and gives you a kiss on the cheek before drawing her tongue lightly across the skin, tasting herself on your face. She pulls away with a grin and points to the door. "Get to bed, big day tomorrow with Dr. Knight after all, lots to discuss I'm sure, pervert like you."

She laughs cruelly again as you turn and walk quickly from the room. Your hypersensitive penis twitching as it rubs against the sodden panties imprisoning it. You almost cum as you run up the stairs, nearly tripping and falling back down. When you reach your room you rip your pants off and pull your shirt up to your face, huffing the scent your mother left you covered in. You reach into your lacy red panties, covered in precum and fish out your still granite hard cock. You tear your face away from the shirt and look down a little confused when you feel it. Is it smaller than you remember? You're as hard as you've ever been in your life but you're only three inches at best. You seem to have lost some girth as well or maybe you're just misremembering, you didn't used to have trouble folding your hand around the shaft, but now it seems like it's too thin to bother. You don't care, you bury your face in the damp shirt your mother used as a cum rag while you stroke yourself with two fingers. You cum almost immediately, screaming into your shirt as the substantial load you built up over the course of your edging sprays onto your desk. Thankfully you were standing over it and not the floor as you blissfully bend over and begin licking it up.

I have to clean up my messes. You think to yourself as you balance on weak knees, leaning against your desk, after the intensity of your orgasm. The creamy texture of the hot jizm feels amazing on your tongue as you diligently lap the sticky substance up. Once you've slurped up every drop you can find, you collapse on the bed, savoring the aftertaste as your tiny softening prick slides back into your panties on its own. You curl up under the covers and close your eyes, enjoying the pleasant scent of your mother still lingering in the air around you. Tingling with pleasure all over, you succumb to sleep.