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A Boob Job Off MumI got home from school to find my mum in my room. She had completely cleaned it for me and was vacuuming as I walked in. Mum was in the most beautiful sundress. I stopped in the doorway before she saw me and watched her lovely, heart-shaped arse as she ran the vacuum across my bedroom floor. Her 38D breasts swayed beneath the thin covering. She turned the vacuum off and greeted me with her usual gleeming smile.*quot;Hey, darling, how was your day at school?*quot; She asked.*quot;Okay, I guess. I didn't expect to come home to you in my bedroom.*quot; I answered.*quot;Yeah, well its obvious that our definitions of a clean bedroom are totally different.*quot; She said.*quot;Sorry...I'll try to keep it better.*quot; I muttered.*quot;Yeah, I've heard that one before. Just at least keep the dirty rubbish picked up for me, okay?*quot; She asked.She rolled the cord to the vacuum and moved towards the doorway.*quot;Oh...and one more thing, darling...She reached in her dress pocket and pulled out a pair of her silky knickers.*quot;From now on when your done with my knickers, put them back in my wash basket, okay?*quot; She asked. She looked into my eyes with a slight smile, then walked out of my room.I wanted to die. I'd been raiding mum's hamper and obviously forgot about the knickers I had stashed. Although embarrassed, I was a bit suprised that my mum wasn't more mad or upset. Maybe if I apologized she would keep it between us. I went downstairs to the kitchen where she was preparing dinner.*quot;Mum.*quot; I said.*quot;Yes, darling?*quot; She answered.*quot;Sorry about your knickers.*quot; I said.*quot;You just need to be a little more careful, darling. I really don't want you to have to explain to your friends why you have a pair of his mother's knickers in your room.*quot; She said.*quot;Right,sorry mum.*quot; I said.She walked over and sat next to me at the table.*quot;Can I ask you a few things about your fetish with my knickers.*quot; She asked.I laughed, a bit shamefully.*quot;Yeah, I guess.*quot; I answered.*quot;Well you get them out of my wash hamper so I assume you prefer them after I've worn them.*quot; She said.I knodded, looking at the ground.*quot;Is it the smell you like?*quot; She asked.*quot;Yeah.*quot; I answered.*quot;What about the taste, do you lick the crotch?*quot; She continued.I knodded again. I couldn't believe I was telling my own mother.*quot;I would assume that you wank off while doing this, am I right? She asked.*quot;Yes.*quot; I confessed.*quot;My knickers are silky. You like the feel of them sliding against your skin.*quot; She asked.*quot;Yes.*quot; I muttered.*quot;Do you have any questions about my knickers, surely you must?*quot; She asked.I looked up from the floor bravely.*quot;What makes them smell and taste the way they do?*quot; I asked.*quot;A women secretes a fluid from her genitals throughout the day. The same fluid that lubricates the vagina in preparation for sexual intercourse.*quot; She answered.*quot;Mum, can I ask you something really personal?*quot; I asked.She smiled.*quot;Okay, as long as I get my turn, deal?*quot; She answered.I knodded.*quot;Do you do it much?*quot; I asked.*quot;Do it?*quot; She asked. *quot;You mean do I masturbate?*quot;*quot;Yeah.*quot; I said.Well, *quot;yes I do!*quot;.She looked into my eyes with a curious grin.*quot;I want to know if you've ever humped anything besides your mother's knickers?*quot; She asked.*quot;No, not really.*quot; I answered.*quot;Not really, I have, or not really I'm a virgin?*quot; She asked.*quot;Im still a virgin mum.*quot; I said. I was beginning to feel more comfortable with own candid Q