My dad died from cancer three years ago, unexpectedly. I suppose that dying is never expected at such a young age – seems normal when somebody in their seventies dies of cancer, but somebody in their forties just seems unfair. When the bills started piling up from dad's business, mom was overwhelmed. She fought on for awhile, but never got ahead of it and honestly didn't hardly seem to care. Dad had swept her off her feet when she was but 18 yrs old and now at 41, she was somewhat ill-equiped to deal with life after.
My fiancé, Kat, and I noticed that things were not getting any better within weeks after his passing. When she lost the business and house right before our wedding, we decided that we had our whole lives ahead of us, so we canceled the big wedding and honeymoon and found a small chapel and got married quietly. We used the extra money to buy a home with another room for Mom to move into. So was life at our house that although Kat gave birth to first a daughter and then a son within three years of our marriage, mom still gave no outward signs of improvement.
Now I should say that while mom certainly wasn't doing well, Kat and I adjusted to our first years living in the same house as my mom. It probably helped that we knew nothing except for mom living with us. I imagine that had we known privacy, having sex with your mom in the house would have never happened. But for us as we were typical newlyweds we couldn't keep our hands off each other – irregardless of mom being there.
You would too if you had Kat as a wife, I imagine. She is 5' tall, weighs around 135 lbs has shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. She is 34B, 28, 38. What can I say, have a thing for short girls with big bubble butts. Kat was not shy, always an exhibitionist. She loved the thrill of "almost" getting caught. She loves loose, short skirts and tiny thongs – even better with lots of wind..
That isn't to say that we were stripping each other naked in the kitchen whenever the mood struck, but we certainly didn't hold back on our sex lives in the bedroom (or when we thought we could get away with it in the kitchen). It also means that those playful moments that husbands and wives develop – spanking your young wife on her round bottom as she walks by, the kiss that lasts too long or gets a little heated before stopping (even knowing that you have an audience) and yes even the groping under the covers in the living room while the rest of the family was watching TV all came for us just as a normal couple. And with mom there for all this, it came naturally for us – so therefore we became all the more relaxed around her.
But as I said, mom didn't seem to be improving. One night while Kat and I were playing in bed, I commented about how sexy her panties were and how I didn't think I could ever have been with a girl that didn't like sexy panties. Giving me a hard time, she grabbed at m penis and while gently stroking it, she got strangely serious and told me that maybe that was the problem. Giving her a funny look – I find it is never a good thing having my wife stroke my cock and tell me there's a problem – she said no...I mean your mom goes on these dates every once and a while, but never gets anywhere after the third date or so. Haven't you ever noticed that the only panties she wears around the house are those granny panties?
Still with a surreal feeling having my wife strock my cock and talk to me about my mom's panties, I lied and told her I'd never noticed. Knowing better, she gave me a squeeze and said "Please..." like you haven't seen her walking around the house at nights in her tee and panties.
"Well sure", I said, "of course I have, she wears them all the time, but..."
"But nothing, you see every pair of panties in a twenty block radius – I know I have caught myself looking up her teeshirt at night and seeing her panties."
"Okay," I said "but I still don't understand your point".
"My point is simply that maybe other guys are just like you. They wont' get past the third date after they see she wears nothing but those granny panties."
"You don't know that she doesn't own a....well, a sexier pair of panties", I stuttered, not remembering quite exactly now how I got into a conversation with my wife about mom and her selection in panties.
"I bet she doesn't....Let's go check"
"What? Now? But she is asleep, how will we check?"
"Simple, we go into her room and be quiet while searching her panty drawer", my wife giggled. So the exhibitionist in Kat took over – and took off toward the door, leaving me with a hardon and her stepping out into the open hallway, beautiful big butt swaying naked in the dark light.
She peeked her head into our kids room to make sure they were still asleep and then came back and told me to hurry it up, with a grin on her face.
Knowing my wife, she wasn't going to let this pass and then for reasons I didn't quite understand I stood up, boner leading the way, out into the hallway following my wife to my mom's room.
Looking back at me and putting her fingers to her lips, she opened the door quietly and slipped inside. Not believing that I was about to search through mom's panty drawer buck naked with my wife and with mom sleeping on the bed, I too slipped quietly through the door.
