My Mother's Sil Panties

Back again for another chapter, I hope the wait wasn't too bad! I wanted to clarify that I am my own editor and do my own grammar checks so hopefully things aren't too bad on that front. Maybe one day I can have someone do that for me but for now its all me, ha!

Now, let's see what Raymond's mother has in store for him, enjoy!

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- Clara -

The soft snores of my son in the passenger seat were something I was used to. However, the way I looked at him now was completely different. We were now 4 hours into our drive from San Francisco to Las Vegas, the second stop on our cross-country trip. Originally, this was supposed to be the final big adventure before my boy would be out into the world. But after seeing Raymond with my panties on, jerking off his cock into another pair of my panties, this trip was now a whole lot more.

His cock. Besides developing a plan for what I was going to do about my naughty son, I could not stop thinking about that cock of his. I only saw it for moments, and the whole scene meant that I knew it was large, but I just couldn't focus enough to have a good memory of it. Glancing over, I saw that he did have a decent bulge in his sleep, but there was no way to know more than that.

It was a dream, and his carelessness with a pair of my used panties that made it clear he had been lusting after me for a long time. Of course, I never suspected anything, nor do I know what I would have done. However, that is all in the past, and I had to look to the present and all the nasty thoughts I was having about Raymond. It surprised me how okay I was with these thoughts. It felt as if my pussy had been slick with juices since the night before, when I was looking at my son's porn.

Today I was in simple knee-length yoga pants and a tank top. I decided that I needed to think about my next move before doing anything. Sure, I knew I wanted to tease my son to torture him, but what I was not sure of was what he would do when I started turning up the heat.

An idea then hit me; it felt a little silly but also felt a little exciting too. I was playing a dangerous game, but there was an itch to scratch here, and, even though my son slept like a rock, I wanted to try something.

Turning down the radio, I spoke In the softest voice I could, "Hey big boy, are you having dreams about your busty mama?"

I felt heat in my cheeks; my son always slept like a rock, but maybe something would get through. The excitement of saying these things out loud was making me squirm in my seat.

"Come on, big boy, are you getting hard for your Mommy?" I whispered again, and he stirred slightly and smiled in his sleep.

Then he shifted in his seat and let out a little groan. "That's it, bebẽ. Mommy wants to see that big cock you have. Oh, I know it's getting harder." I egged him on a little bit; it felt so exhilarating to control him like this.

He was wearing some thin athletic shorts that began to tent out. I wanted to make sure he was rock hard. We were almost to a rest stop, and that could be perfect for my first real move.

"Hmm... tan grueso y hermoso.... Don't worry, bebẽ, Mommy's gunna take care of you." She purred and directed the car towards the exit.

Pulling the car into a spot, I knew I had a small window to prepare for when my son was going to wake up. Slowly opening the trunk, I rummaged around in my bags until I located the items I needed: a short skirt and a pair of pale orange high-waisted panties.

As I entered the women's restroom, I had to take a few deep breaths. The thought of giving my son a little show was making me giddy and excited. While I ultimately wanted to teach my son a lesson, albeit a very unnatural and taboo one. I was thoroughly enjoying this, then I had another brainwave. Changing into the skirt and panties, I got my phone and dialed the number of their hotel for the evening. My son was going to be a wreck by the time he went to bed, and it was glorious.

- Raymond -

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of the blender. As I sat up in bed, my mind was cloudy; this wasn't right. Wasn't I on a trip with Mom? There was the trip, and my dad's lawyer gave us some money, AND the lawyer was flirting with my mom. I got up and slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt.

Walking through the house felt weird; I kept expecting to wake up, but everything felt normal as I made my way down to the kitchen.

I could hear Mom in the kitchen, so I just sat down at our dining table, put my head on the table, and tried to figure out why I felt so off.

"That you out there, bebẽ?" I heard Mom call out.

My mom's voice felt soothing, and I leaned back in my chair as I heard her heels click from behind me. "Yep! Who else wo... " and the sound died in my throat.

My mother came into view, and it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. She was in 5-inch black heels and a white apron that covered her naked body. Her tits were straining out the top and the sides of the thin piece of cloth. The bottom was just barely covering her pussy; any movement would expose her.

"It's so cute that I can still make you speechless, bebẽ!" My mother giggled, and I finally looked her in the eyes.

I tried to speak; I really did. But I could not muster the words; my mother was always my definition of a sexual bombshell, but every inch of skin I was seeing was amazing.

My mother had a smirk and then a bright look in her eye that I had never seen before.

Slowly turning around, her bare ass came into view. "As long as I have your attention."

She let words hang there as her full round butt was now only 2 feet away, but my mom then, slowly, bent at the waist. Her hips and ass became fuller as her skin stretched to its widest; my hands twitched towards them. Then my eyes bulged as I finally understood what she was showing me.

A fat load of sticky white cum was slowly working its way out of her pussy. It covered her thick lips, and it was apparent that there was more still inside her.

"My eager little boy's loads are still leaking out of me. I keep having to reach down and scoop it into my mouth." My mother said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Come on, big boy, are you getting hard for your Mommy?" She whispered. She moved to her knees in front of my chair.

"That's it, bebẽ. Mommy wants to see that big cock you have. Oh, I know it's getting harder." My cock was straining my shorts and was now only a few inches from her face.

She looked me in the eye and bit her lower lip with all her teeth. Then Mom reached up and pulled down my shorts, revealing my cock. "Hmm... tan grueso y hermoso.... Don't worry, bebẽ; Mommy's gunna take care of you." She purred, and her mouth moved towards my pulsing tip.

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I jolted awake, and the seat belt in the car sent me flying backwards. Slamming back into the chair, I took in my surroundings: 'What a fucking dream!'. I could not believe how real that felt and sounded. Part of me was starting to believe it was really happening, but of course, the dream ended just before my mother was going to wrap her lips around my cock.

Pulling myself up, I started to feel the sweat on my body and how warm it had become in the car. Looking out the window, I blearily looked around for where we were and where my mother was. It wasn't long before my eyes focused on my mother. She was a few paces away from the car, and while she wasn't wearing an apron, the sight was nearly as sexy as the one he had just left. My mother was stretching in the grass near the parking lot; she didn't have any shoes on, and she had changed out of her yoga pants and into a skirt.

The skirt itself was pleated, and it was very short. My mother's goddess-like legs were on full display, and my breath started to fog up the window. She had been twisting her torso for the time I had been watching her, but now she moved down to place her hands flat in the grass. The move meant the skirt was no longer covering the orange panties she was wearing; these were new to me. However, she was not done; it appeared like she was trying to stretch further as her hips and ass started to sway. God, her wide hips and thick thighs were to die for.

Reaching into his lap, he gripped his steel-hard cock; he needed to take the edge off soon. I continued to watch as she moved to other stretches, and her skirt would sway, bounce, and tease him with her full ass cheeks encased in those panties. Finally, she turned around as she appeared to be finishing her impromptu exercises. I was enthralled with her to the point I wanted to stay hidden in the car, but with her likely to spot me awake, I needed to exit the vehicle and hide my massive erection.

I sat up and opened the door, careful to keep the door blocking below my waist.

"Hey Mom, how long have we been stopped?" I asked, as I stretched my own arms out. It was nice to be out of the car.

She smiled and walked over to the edge of the grass. "Hey dormilón, I was just about to wake you up."

Leaning against the outside of the car door, our faces were fairly close together, but she was still a head taller as she was standing on the curb. She was breathing a little harder than normal, and she had a slight sheen of sweat to her skin that gave her a glow.

"We haven't been here long; I just was a little cooped up. Needed to get the blood moving in my body, sàbes? She said in a rather low tone.

I gulped; it was moments like these that made me believe I was truly in love with my mother. I could lose myself in her eyes, and her smile made me feel like I was the luckiest guy in the world. Then my cock twitched, and I needed to make my exit.

"Yeah, speaking of, I need to run a sprint!" I took off towards the bathroom area, laughing at my apparent joke.

Entering the rest stop area, I noticed the men's room had an 'Out of Order' sign on it, so I made my way to the larger family-designated restroom. Once inside the door, I leaned against the wall and pulled out my aching dick.

Only a few strokes in, I was nearly ready to blow, "Bebẽ, you in there?"

Losing my rhythm I hesitated, then shouted back, "Yeah, Mom?" Putting a questioning tone to my voice.

"Lo siento, I just wanted to let you know what we are doing tomorrow in Vegas!" She squealed.

My mother had not told me much; she had planned the trip herself and said that I would find out everything when she was ready, but why now?

"Umm, ok, Mom. Sure." Getting caught with my dick in my hand made my voice shaky.

"Oh, are you feeling a little shy?" She chuckled.

I couldn't help but laugh, then I realized that I needed to respond, "No... ahem... I mean, no, it's just.... You know?"

My mom giggled, and she paused for a minute before calling out, "Well, since we are going to be on the road a lot and doing the whole tourist thing. I figured we could use a couple of days by the pool. So we won't be leaving the hotel but to go to the pool!"

That sounded pretty cool to me, and since my jack-off session was all but over before it really started, I flushed as cover and exited the bathroom.

"Shall we get back to it then!?" I announced.

"Of course, and hopefully, I can get a nap in so we can still hit the pool tonight." She started towards the car but was nearly jogging.

As she put more distance between us, I unintentionally stopped to watch her ass peek out from under her skirt. Then she called, "Hurry up; there is a bikini I have been dying to try out!"

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We were only an hour out from the hotel, and Mom was now fast asleep in the passenger seat. Her words were now swimming in my head over and over.

It was something of a badge of honor for me. While I fantasized about my mother, wore her panties, jacked off to her panties, and basically spent most of my time trying to be around her. But I had never snooped or tried to spy on her. It was a huge temptation, but her panties had kept me satisfied initially, and her outfits gave me enough ideas to have a pretty good mental image of her.

A staged photo shoot had been another way to distract myself from doing something stupid, like getting myself caught and disappointing her more than I even had in my life. The reason her bikini comment was stirring so much was that she never wore bikinis.

It wasn't like there were a lot of opportunities to see her in a swimsuit that often, but whenever I did, she wore very nice and very expensive one-piece suits. They covered all the best parts of, sometimes more than a dress or blouse she might wear did. I always found that odd, but, again, it is best to not tempt myself any further. But now, apparently, I was about to see her in one for the first time.

"Best vacation ever," I muttered.

Looking over at my mother, I noted her skirt had now ridden up quite high. Her legs were on full display, and her richly tanned smooth skin was right there. My fingers twitched; I could probably put my hand on her leg, just for a moment. But that would be a huge step, a more intimate touch than I could ever hope for. My mother was perfect from head to toe, and her legs were no exception. I gripped the steering wheel a little harder as I fought to keep my hands away from her warm thigh.

Then she rolled over slightly, her legs coming apart slightly. Her orange panties came into view once more, but now I could see a small amount of flesh between the panty line and her inner thighs. I was literally about a quarter inch of material away from seeing her gorgeous mound. My knuckles started to turn white, and I could feel my cock straining in my lap, starting to pulse from lack of use. I had just enough willpower to stop from touching my mother or revealing more of her body to me, but it felt like each mile was another test.

Finally, I woke her up about 15 minutes before we were set to arrive, ending the temptation, but not my frustration. I was looking forward to a nice long shower and fap session to relieve all this buildup. My balls felt as if they were straining against the immense load of cum that was straining to get expelled.

Once we parked, Mom dashed off to get the room key, and I started getting the bags onto a cart. I was just getting to the elevators when she emerged with a muted expression.

"So, we have a slight problem. But it's not the end of the world." Mom came up and put her hand on her chest; we were just about eye to eye without her heels.

She continued, "They messed up and gave us a room with only one queen-sized bed. Before you ask, I did everything I could, but it looks like we are just going to have to make the best of it."

Mom smiled and gave me a pleading look, trying to make sure I wasn't disappointed or upset.

"I guess, I mean we won't be in the room much anyway," I replied with a smile.

"That's the spirit, bebẽ! It is only 3 nights, and it won't be awful to share a bed for too long. Vamos!" Mom beamed and pulled me towards the elevator.

A bikini-clad mother and I would be sharing a bed with her! It was like the universe wanted me to cream my pants while having a heart attack. The hotel was a blur as we made our way up to our room, and Mom seemed so eager and excited. It was easy to see that this room was much smaller than a mother and son would find comfortable. However, Mom simply plucked a bag out of the pile on the cart and closed the bathroom door.

She called out, "Bebẽ! Just empty the cart and bring it down on your way to the pool; Mamá's going to be a bit."

I chuckled; when she got this excited, it was always infectious for me. I found my own bag and found some trunks, a simple t-shirt, and my flip-flops. I decided it would be silly to wait; I wasn't sure how long she would be, and she did say she would be a while. So, I snagged the now empty cart and made my way down to the main level. It was later in the day, but I discovered there were actually two separate pools in this hotel. The first was one that was outside, with a bar and mainly used for partying or lounging in the off hours. The other was indoors and was more private and low-key. Given the time, I guessed that my mother was referring to the more low-key option for tonight.

The scent of chlorine was strong as I entered the pool area and snagged a towel as I strolled around. A hot tub caught my eye, and I was in the warm, bubbling water in 2 seconds flat. Laying my head back, my body really started to relax after the cramped car ride. My erection started to grow again; images of my mother's panty display from the rest stop and her toned legs in the car swam through my head.

I would be seeing my mother in a bikini soon, and while I wasn't about to jack off into a hot tub, I needed to do something. I decided to free my erection from my trunks for a bit, just to be fully hard without being packed into shorts. Opening my fly, my full mast sprang out, and it felt amazing to finally be free. I sat in the water for a few minutes, and I was starting to feel my erection soften a bit.

"Well, don't you look relaxed?" My mother's voice jolted me out of my trance.

I looked up to see her in a fluffy white hotel robe. "Ah... yeah, it's nice," I let out a small chuckle.

"Sounds good to me!" She declared.

Sometimes a few seconds decide that they are going to last minutes. When my mother's robe fell and her bikini was on full display, I was not ready. Her legs were bare and appeared to be glossy and seemed to highlight the red bikini bottoms. They mirrored a boyshort cut panty but still showed off a lot of her lower ass cheeks. As she turned, my eyes glided up her torso; it was as toned as possible without having visible muscle lines. The curve from her hips moved up to her bust line; my mother was not some skimpy model. She was thick, and her body was full and showed the work she had put in to be an absolute knockout. The bikini top didn't show a lot; it covered both of her large tits, starting from just below her tits and then up to her neck. The fabric was threaded into a necklace or collar that replaced the typical straps. The whole thing was deep red and fitted her like a glove.

"Thanks, bebẽ, but maybe you should close your mouth." She started to slip into the water as she gave me a wink.

My cheeks started to heat up but started to really burn as I remembered that my cock was exposed under the water.

My mother smiled brightly and asked, "So, now that we are officially on our trip, how are you feeling?"

The question was simple, but because she started to stretch her arms and neck, my mind was blank.

"Uh, well, yeah. I'm, eh... happy that we are done with the lawyer." I pieced together a sentence as best as I could.

My mother stopped and gave me a look. "I know that wasn't pleasant, but it's best to put that behind us now."

I nodded and casually reached between my legs to adjust my erection. I was still painfully hard, so trying to get it back in my shorts was not going to happen.

Clearing my throat, "So, uh, any chance I can get more information on our next stop?"

My mom gave me an evil grin and then simply shook her head back and forth.

"Oh come on, just a hint?" I pleaded.

Letting out a little giggle, "Bebẽ, don't beg. You know I won't give in that easily."

There was something in the way that she said this. It wasn't like she was telling me to stop; it was more like... like she wanted me to keep trying. I was confused, but she was probably just being playful, so I just laughed, and the line of questioning died off.

Mom was sitting on the shallow end of the tub, so the water level was a couple of inches below her firm tits. We talked a bit more about how nice it would be to have a couple of leisure days, but then she abruptly pulled herself up and out of the water.

Needless to say, having my mother dripping wet was a conversation ender. She drew closer and closer until her body was over mine; the few drops of water that fell on my chest felt like they burned my skin. On the edge of my vision, I realized that she was reaching for my towel. Under the water, my erection was literally inches from her skin, so I was keeping as still as possible.