Claire shuffled around her son's room rapidly. He had not cleaned it. He had left a mess in the living room also. Always she cleaned up after him. There was a dinner party tonight. She threw item after item in her laundry basket and placed all of his things back where they belonged. She had done this since he was 5. Now he was old enough to support himself and cleaning up after him was getting old. She held the tub of laundry as she was leaving the room, looking back at his bed. The pillow cases were filthy. She set it down and when she picked up a pillow to remove the pillow case there on the bed was a pair of her panties. She found them here once before and had thought they just hitch hiked from the dryer. She held them up and examined them. They were not clean they were dirty. For a few seconds she wondered how they could be there. Letting out a sigh of frustration she knew obviously how they were there. Jesse had put them there. She let minor things slide all of the time. She didn't hassle him about keeping things clean or about being late for dinner or doing other chores. But this? This she had to address. It mystified her and angered her.
Claire had almost finished cleaning the house when Jesse arrived home. He grabbed a soda from the fridge and sat in the living room. Claire had been racking her brain as to how best address the issue and she had not been able to begin a conversation. All she knew was that the conversation would happen. She went to Jesse's room and called for him, frustration evident in her voice. He immediately sprang to his feet and ran to his room. "Jesse, will you hand me your pillow," Claire asked sternly, trying to stifle her frustration. Jesse looked at her confused. "Hand me your pillow," Claire repeated. She watched his face intently awaiting a cloud of guilt to shroud his face. He walked to his bed in confusion, reaching for his pillow and when his hands touched it he drew back, his face filled with embarrassment. Claire scowled at him. "You know what's under that pillow dońt you Jesse. You don't have to move it." Jesse closed his eyes and sighed.
Claire's friends arrived from the school where she taught P.E. All of them knew Jesse and had taught him themselves. There was Mrs. Stangler the history teacher. Mrs. Jones who taught math And Mr. Stark the science teacher who ran the barbecue for Claire. Jesse knew them. There were others too. Jesse helped his mom however he could, feeling a need to make up for however he had hurt her, serving each beck and call obediently.
Technically, Claire was his stepmother. She married his father when he was 5. Jesse had no memory of any other maternal figure in his life but Claire. His real mother died when he was born. His father left Claire when Jesse was 8 and he had never seen him since. Claire had taken care of him. She took responsibility for him and turned him into a decent young man.
By the end of the night. Jesse's embarrassment had waned and he had good conversations about the past with his teachers and he felt his mother was not so angry with him anymore. She was so attractive to him. All day every day he watched her in the house and she was beautiful and so strong and fit. She didn't hide her body or clothes to him like she would do in public or other places. He knew exactly how she was measured. To not fantasize about her would have been nearly impossible. He had watched her run from the shower naked, watched her cook breakfast in shorts, he knew what kind of a body she had and he fantasized About it.
The guests left and Jesse and Claire cleaned the dishes and talked about last year, when Jesse was in school. They recalled when mrs. Jones nearly flunked him
for missing a test. Claire arranged for him to take it on a Sunday and he got a B. She had done a lot for him.
But Claire could not let the issue between them rest. When Jesse went to bed, she came into his room and confronted him sternly, "Jesse, I want to know what you have been doing with my panties?" Jesse was tired and embarrassed, hoping she would let it rest. "Mom, I don't know, I just miss you sometimes when you aren't here and I like to smell you." Claire looked at him and smirked.
"So you think I smell like dirty panties?" she asked. "Thats what I smell like?" Jesse flushed. "I...I don't smell the dirty part. I just smell the other parts..." he stammered.
Claire laughed "is that so?" she asked. "Well, show me. Show me how you smell my panties. Jesse begged her to let it go. Claire lifted his pillow, grabbed her dirty panties and threw them to Jesse. "Show me how you smell them?"
Jesse held them in front of his face crumpled in a ball and put them too his nose taking a short breath. Claire laughed. "I think you look for a specific part of them don't you? Unwind them and show me where you like to sniff." Jesse grew defensive and threw the panties against the door. "Its not what you think mom!" Claire paced the room in frustration finally standing directly in front of Jesse.
"Get on your knees Jesse." This was a request he had never encountered but he complied. He looked as his mom's short gray skirt and his eyes dropped to her tight thighs and calves, then her black heels. He looked back to her face. Claire lifted her skirt and dropped her white panties to her knees, stretching her legs apart to hold them there.
"Here are some fresh panties to sniff Jesse. Show me how you sniff them?" Jesse began to stand up but Claire grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back down. Jesse stared up at her. "If you do this alone you can do it in front of me!" Claire said. Jesse leaned over and put his face in the crotch of Claire's warm panties. The smell was over powering to him. He leaned back and again tried to escape. Claire grabbed his hair forcefully and pushed him down. "Smell Them!"
Jesse relented and began to run his nose back and forth over the crotch of his moms panties. "Thats right..." Claire said. "Show me how you sniff my panties. Show me how you do it when you're alone."
Claire reached down beneath her stretched panties and pressed them up against Jesse's nose. He moaned and his heart raced. He again rose up conflicted between his desire and moral sense. Claire pushed him to the ground. She drove one of her black heels into his chest to hold him still and lowered the crotch of her panties over his nose as he lay on the floor.
" I see you like to sniff mom's panties don't you Jesse. You like the part that touches her pussy don't you?" Jesse didn't reply. Claire pressed down hard with her heel. "Don't you?" She put all her weight on his chest "don't you?" Claire repeated forcefully. Jesse moaned. "Yes, Yes I do mom!" Claire held him in that position for several minutes. Jesse began to relax, breathing her in.
"Admit to me how you like this and I'll let you go. Admit that you like to sniff the crotch of my dirty panties." Jesse moaned and confessed. "Yes mom I like to sniff your panties." Claire drove her heel deeper into his chest. "What part?" Jesse writhed in discomfort. "The part your pussy touches mama! Ok I think of your pussy!"
Claire smiled. She had him. She won. She didn't want her son to spend his life stealing panties in some sexual repressive state, smelling pussy and never having any. She would humiliate him away from this course. Claire could see she had him aroused. She stretched the crotch of her panties firmly over his nose and watched him a few minutes. "It's ok Jesse, Breath me in. Breath in mama's pussy. It's ok. Just like when youre alone."
Jesse began to moan and rub his hands over his thighs. He looked up his moms skirt, all the while breathing in her musky fresh warm panties. He saw her strong thighs and ass and her neatly trimmed pussy. Claire saw his arousal.
