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MOM’S SWEET PANTIES is the story of Debbie, a young girl who turns to her brother for the love and security her mother never gave her. She is drawn deeper and deeper into a world she feels she cannot escape—a world of constant sexual encounters. Debbie’s story is shocking, but not unbelievable. How many homes are like hers? Homes where comforts pass for good care? Her story is a mirror of our times, our lives, our tragedies.
Looking back, my mother’s dripping panties are the first thing I really remember. They are my first sexual memory. They were crumpled in the dirty clothes hamper when I looked in there trying to find a T-shirt clean enough to wear to school.
When I inadvertently touched them they felt wet against my fingers. I had no idea why. My curiosity aroused, I lifted them out and took a closer look at them.
They were blue bikinis. Except that the top part was pale blue, while the area around the crotch was dark blue. When I peeked inside I saw a couple of black crinkly hairs stuck in some congealing slime.
All at once I became aware of their odor. I’d never smelled anything quite like it. The only thing close was a flower in bloom.
I was seized by an urge to try them on. At my age, Mother still insisted I wear the same white cotton underwear I’d worn since I was a little girl just out of diapers. I wondered how I’d look in a pair of real woman’s panties.
Unbuttoning my jeans, I let them fall to the floor and kicked them away. My fingers slid under the waistband of my drab briefs and rolled them down my girlishly narrow hips. In a moment, I was nude from the waist down.
I looked down as I stepped into Mother’s panties and drew them up my legs. As I pulled the panties up, I felt a sort of magic creeping over me.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.