My mother and I were coming home from a fancy dinner for my 21st birthday. We had had a few drinks and had played footsy with each other all night. I knew the bright blue nylon panties with the full cotton gusset she was wearing were probably soaked by now and I really needed to hold them under my nose and have a big long sniff. You see, my mother and I have been fooling around for about six months. Ever since the day she came home from work early and found my 20 year old self indulging in several pairs of her dirty panties. I had blown a huge nut in a pair of her silky yellow briefs before I noticed her standing in my bedroom doorway. She was silent for a few moments and then told me how hot it had made her. She then proceeded to lie down on my bed next to me and had me help her get off in the shiny white panties she was wearing. From that moment on I have never wanted for dirty panties to jerk off with. She's the best mom.
Anyway back to my birthday evening. On the drive home from the restaurant, she had started to tease me with dirty talk about the panties she was wearing.
"I bet you can't wait to sniff on these." She said with a knowing smile spreading her legs so that her skirt rode up to her waist, exposing her panty covered mound to my seeking eyes.
"No," I said, "I don't think I can wait till we get home. Can I have a little sniff now?"
"Well," she said teasingly. "Since it is your birthday, I won't make you wait."
With that, she lifted her hips off the seat and slowly pulled her panties down her wonderfully muscled legs and dangled them in front of me by a finger. She rubbed them across my face and then held the soaked gusset open in the palm of her hand and brought it up to my waiting nose. I inhaled deeply and for a moment closed my eyes in ecstasy. My eyes were shut for maybe 10 seconds, but it was enough for me to start a slow swerve toward the shoulder. When I realized what I was doing I quickly corrected my steering and pulled quickly back into the lane.
All of a sudden the car traveling behind us came up on my bumper and then the red cherry lights came on. We were being pulled over by a cop that had been tailing us since we left the restaurant. I, of course, didn't know it was a cop until this very moment and now pulled gently off onto the shoulder as my mother tucked her panties under her leg and we both waited for the officer to approach the car.
As I looked in the review I could see him in the dim light of the street lights grab his hat and put it on. Then he opened his door and stepped out. I immediately notice how large the man was. Well over 6ft tall and incredibly muscular. The closer he got the more it looked like the uniform he was wearing was painted on. That's how tight it was. Because of the poor lighting, I had not noticed until he was at my open window, and leaning in to ask for my license and registration that he was also black.
As I handed my documents over he asked in a deep soft voice, "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"Yes sir," I said, being as polite as possible. "I swerved a bit back there and must have crossed on to the shoulder."
"Yes, son, you did." He said in that deep voice that I could feel rumble in my chest. "Were you drinking this evening?"
"Just a few drinks with dinner sir," I said. Quickly adding, "My mother took me out for my birthday to celebrate but I didn't have that much. I feel fine."
"Yes officer," my mother added. "He only had a couple of drinks with dinner and has been a perfect gentleman all night."