Your pocket the panties and then go rejoin your mom.

Staring at those beautifully detailed, lacy blue panties, you felt an overpowering urge to smuggle them out of the room and back to your own, very much liking the idea of having a little keepsake of your mother's porno career that would make you feel even closer to her while you were jerking off over her phenomenal body. Though the bra would be awesome as well, there was no way in hell you'd be able to hide it on your person - the cups being too damn massive to fit in your pockets - so realistically the panties that had at one point contained

her perfect ass and extraordinary pussy was really the only thing you could take (not that that was a bad thing). Would it be right to take them though, you had to ask yourself, it being yet another string of dishonesty and deceit to add to your already full bow...

"She won't miss it," you told yourself, looking around at the rest of the lingerie and sexy clothes that filled the room, there being an overabundance as it was. "Nah, it was probably just for that one shoot anyway. She'll never know it's gone." Convincing yourself of this as best you could (though still aware that what you were doing was wrong), you quickly pulled the panties from the hanger and momentarily brought them up to your face - the thrill of both touching and inhaling the soft fabric of the crotch that housed your mother, Amber Knight's, vagina being second to none - before then stuffing them into your pocket, replacing the bra in amongst the rest of her clothes and quietly making your way back out the room.

Once in the hallway again you had to take a moment to compose yourself, as well as try and rid yourself of your more than obvious tent that was now sticking out of your pants, feeling a strange sort of excitement and nervousness over the fact that you had actually stolen your mother's underwear (something that you never would have even considered in a million years before all this had happened).

"So, what's it to be...science fiction or an action movie?" your mother asked after you'd headed back into the living room, where you found her kneeling in front of the TV, holding up a couple of DVDs, adding with a giggle (as she the held up one of her own personal favorites), "Or perhaps you might prefer...a little romance?"

"Uhm...whatever. I...uh, I don't mind really," you stuttered, the 'romance' line causing you to blush.

"You don't mind?" she repeated, not looking entirely convinced by this, "So if I put on Pretty Woman you'll be perfectly happy watching it will you? Give me a break! I know you, Tim. You like babes, aliens and explosions not Julia Roberts and Richard Gere getting all mushy."

You were tempted for a moment to tell her that she was the only 'babe' you really needed, but thankfully refrained, blushing again instead. "Yeah, okay. Maybe not Pretty Woman then. I just don't want you to be bored or anything."

"Trust me, I've seen plenty of these action flicks in my time, I won't be bored. Besides, I'm just happy to be spending time with you sweetheart, no matter what we watch." This answer made you smile, as well as feel somewhat guilty about what was now burning a hole inside your pocket - having to remind yourself that it would be worth it when you got back home to your room, and to the sexy and slutty 'Amber Knights' version of your mother whole would be waiting for you on your computer).

Eventually deciding on an action movie, your mom stuck the DVD on and then went to grab some popcorn from kitchen, while you made yourself comfortable on the couch. Returning a minute or two later she set the popcorn down on the coffee table and then took a seat next to you, snuggling up against you a little and smiling as she did. Though this had been perfectly natural behavior in the past, since she'd become Stephanie Burke the two of you hadn't really been in such close proximity other than when you hugged - your mom pretty much resting her head against your shoulder so that her massive chest was almost directly below your gaze - and you had to try doubly hard not to stare at those mountainous orbs that were exploding from her blouse for the entire duration of the movie. You also had to do your best to disguise the semi that was now pushing its way out of your pants (something that was inevitable given the situation) and try not act too awkward - seeing as this was pretty much a dream situation for you now to be in and your attention was barely on the actual movie. Your mom seemed extremely comfortable though, giggling away at some of the more ridiculous aspects of the plot and occasionally flashing you an knowing little smile or wink (and at times, gently resting a hand against your leg), seemingly at complete ease with the fact that here she was, a world famous porn star, in a tight fitting outfit, with more cleavage on display than about four normal chested woman combined, snuggling up against her son as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Oh well, that was...interesting anyway," your mom laughed once the final credits began to roll, pulling her head from your shoulder and giving you a little pat on the thigh (which once again made your cock twitch due to the close proximity).

"Heh. Yeah, it was pretty stupid I guess," you replied, actually finding it to be okay, but agreeing anyway.

Getting up and turning off the DVD while you just sat there willing your erection to disappear (not wanting her to see it when you stood up), the two of you then chatted about the movie for a little bit, and about all the ridiculous scenes and characters that had made you laugh, before she then picked up the popcorn bowl and headed back into the kitchen asking what you wanted to do now.

Not really having much of an opinion either way, just enjoying hanging around with her, you shrugged and said, "I don't mind really." to which she instantly replied, "Well, we've still got your new car to take for its maiden voyage. How about doing that?"

"Yeah, sure. That would be fun."