In a near-panic of horniness, Jim pulled his prick out over the top of the panties and wrapped his hand around it. Before he gave it three pumps.

thick, white gobs of gism were firing at the mirror. The first bullets of cream hit and glass and the rest formed a trail from his feet to the mirror.

When his lust was fading and his prick softening, he felt rather foolish standing there in his mother's panties, but there was no denying the thrill it had given him. He stepped out of the panties and piled them with the bra and slip just like they had been, then mopped up his spilled cum.

It had been a great climax, and. he knew there was a lot more fun to be had playing with his mother's thing, but he had to think about the whole thing. It was strange to get so worked up by some underwear, and he didn't know if it was his mother or her clothes that he was more interested in.

CHAPTER THREE

Peg and Bill went to a movie then out for a drink. Peg was having a great time and was so glad she accepted the date with him, Bill was wearing cologne that was driving her wild. While they sat in a dark corner of the bar sipping their drinks, Bill told her how glad he was that she had gone out with him and how wonderful he thought she was.

Peg loved the attention, but she couldn't help being distracted by the thought of what was to come. All her dates were the same as far as that went; they all ended with the guy making a play for her body. She was always eager for sex and wished that the guys didn't have to go through all

sorts of contortions to get on with it.