Edited the story to fix the mistakes.
Chapter 3
The next morning, Linda woke up around 6.00 am, all sweaty, but she had an amazing night's sleep, all thanks to Mr. Dong. She was lying on her left shoulder with her bottom leg straightened out and her meaty right thigh bent over her side pillow. She had her big round butt on display and her hairy cunt lips were peeking out between her whitish brown butt cheeks.
At night, the big black dildo came out of her well fucked cunt hole and was just lying around in the bed close to her big matronly ass.
She yawned and snuggled the pillow between her legs.
"Is the goddamn AC stopped working?" She asked herself, lifting her head and glancing at the AC on the wall across from her room.
She felt the sweat dripping down from her hairy armpit onto her hefty boob, and even without lifting her arm to smell, she could catch the earthy scent of her sweat.
She let out a moan as the spicy smell of her armpit wafted up to her nose.
"You're one smelly bitch." She smirked with her eyes shut and muttered to herself.
She tried to pull the pillow against her bushy cunt so that she could rub it against her fat, engorged labial meat.
Linda knows that if she carries on, she'll end up masturbating again. But Mark will be up soon, and she doesn't want to have a quick session alone, so she decides not to hump the pillow.
Linda moved her leg back a bit and felt the dildo touch the soft skin behind her knee.
"Later Mr. Dong." She said with a smile and she fell asleep again.
She woke up at 7:30 am and switched to mom mode. She knows Mark has classes at 9:00 am and he'd wake up too late to finish breakfast and leave for school on time.
Linda went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. She wore a loose house dress with stripes that went past her knees, no bra or underwear. The loose dress covered up her curvy mom bod.
She softly knocked on Mark's door.
"Mark, wake up, honey. You're going to be late for school. Mommy is making breakfast." She shouted and went downstairs to make breakfast.
Mark came down around 8:30. Devoured an avocado toast in a hurry.
Linda looked at her son with passion. "Such a cute boy." She said to herself.
"Mark, slow down, baby. You're going to choke yourself." She said lovingly, while sipping at her coffee.
"Can't mom. I have classes at 9," He replied with stuffed mouth.
He gulped a glass of OJ and said, "bye mom will see you in the afternoon."
"Sweetie, give mommy a kiss before you leave." Linda said in a sweet, loving voice.
Mark quickly gave a kiss on her cheek and left.
Linda let out a big sigh. Whenever Mark leaves the house, she feels so empty. If Mark was mama's boy, then Linda was boy's mama.
She hung out with her coffee for another 30 minutes and then got up.
She decided to do laundry today and headed to Mark's room to grab his dirty clothes.
Mark's room was a messy teenager's dream. She saw jeans, socks, and undies on the floor. T-shirts hanging out on the chair and video games all over the place. The bed was a mess and reeked of teenage sweat and musk.
She loves the sweet scent of her teenage son's room, and she took a big whiff.
Linda cleaned up the mess on the floor and checked under the bed for dirty socks or underwear. But something caught her attention. There's this tiny piece of fabric sticking out under his mattress. She pulled out the fabric.
The discovery made her smile like a giddy schoolgirl. She was holding a pair of girly pink panties.
"What we have got here!" She laughed and said to herself.
"My baby boy has found himself a cutie." She laughed again.
Linda has always been worried about her son's love life. He was a late bloomer physically, and she thought he might be lacking in the penis department too, so she always figured he'd struggle to find a girlfriend. So finding the panties actually made her happy instead of mad.
"He is not gay, and he enjoys girl's panties. What else can a mother expect from a teenage son?" She smiled to herself.
She inspected the panties right up to her face. It was a basic pink panty, like what a schoolgirl would wear.
A light, pleasant, musky scent drifted into her nostrils.
"Oh wow! Looks like my baby found a girl with a nice fragrant pussy and she's down to share it with him." She said with another giggle.
"Does he sniff them or is he into wearing them?" Linda was wondering. The idea of Mark wearing girly panties didn't sit right with her.
"I hope he just likes the smell of pussy on these panties."
"Who's the naughty girl that gave Mark her wet panties!?" She wondered to herself.
"Is it Jenny Miller!?"
Jenny is Mark's sole female friend. But she shrugged off the thought. She's too naïve to pull it off. She incorrectly assumed.
All of a sudden, she felt consumed by fear.
"Oh, my goodness! "Did my boy steal some girls' underwear?" Linda became terrified.
"My Mark would never do something like that. I raised him well." She convinced herself. But she couldn't stop wondering, so she decided to talk to him about it when he comes back.
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"The assassination on June 28, 1914, provided the spark that ignited the Great War," Alana Smith said and looked at her class.
Mark didn't hear a single word. He was sitting in his history class and he had no clue what Mrs. Smith was saying about the WW.
Mark was too wrapped up in his own confusion to pay attention to the history talk.
Yesterday he came all over himself thinking about his mom's pussy smell and did not know how to feel about it. On one side, he felt disgusted even thinking about it. The word pussy and mom should not ever be in the same sentence let alone cumming thinking's pussy smell.
He can't be mad at Jenny either for putting that sinful thought in his head. Deep down, he also wondered what her pussy would smell like after getting a hint of her subtle scent in her room yesterday. His mind filled with more nasty questions.
"Does she shave her pussy? Trim it? Or is she down right hairy? Does it mean she has a hairy asshole too!!??"
"Does mom have big pussy lips or not? When she bends over, does it stick out? Does she have a big clit?"
