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As I slowly woke up, I smiled as I felt moms dried milk on my chins and instantly realised what I had thought was a dream did in fact happen in reality. A big smile spread across my face as I reminisced me and moms tΓͺte-Γ -tΓͺte just hours ago but mom was nowhere to be found. I slowly turned around, looking for my phone, and found moms panties neatly placed on the pillow next to my head. My cock instantly started growing and I lifted her panties and placed them against my face and inhaled deeply and felt my free hand automatically find it's way down to my cock and slowly stroked it as I inhaled the juicy scent of her panties again.
I know it's a perverted thing to do, smelling someone's panties, but the instant rush I got from her scent made it impossible to resist the allure of her panties. As I opened my eyes after another big inhalation I noticed my phone and a text from mom on it so I let go of my cock and while still having her panties firmly pressed against my face I started reading:
Since you are off school today I thought I'd let you sleep in, I have some errands to do but I will be home later! :)
PS. Left a present for you on your pillow.
PPS. Thank you for this morning.
XOXO, mom.
A big smile spread across my face as I read, and re-read, the text from mom and felt my heart pounding in my chest and butterflies in my stomach. I can't believe how lucky I am to have that woman as my mother and not just because of what happened this morning - my mom is the best mom in the entire known universe with or without the extra layer of our relationship.
I stayed in bed for a little while, reading moms text over and over again as I smelled her panties; my cock painfully hard and even if I wanted to jerk off and cum I didn't want to release all that sexual frustration until mom got back. In fact, to my own confusion, it felt wrong doing it without mom's presence or explicit permission.
Looking at the time and thinking about that mountain of schoolwork I had to do even though it was spring break I reluctantly put moms panties down, got up and headed for the shower. I realise a big part of why I had that breakdown this morning was because of spring break, all my friends had headed out of town for different parties and I was the only one who couldn't afford it or even have the ability to go because of my job at that greasy diner. But now, after what happened this morning, I couldn't be happier. No trip, party or potential hookup could ever be as alluring to me as exploring me and moms relationship.
After a quick shower I brought my books, and moms panties, and headed downstairs. I made myself a cup of coffee and some breakfast - or more accurately, lunch - and forced myself to sit down and start working on my schoolwork but no matter how hard I tried focusing I felt my mind returning to my mom, over and over again. Her used panties next to my books didnt help my lack of focus but having them there, close, made me feel at ease and having a small whiff of them from time to time made doing my schoolwork that much more interesting.
As the hours passed my curiosity about my moms whereabouts grew bigger and bigger, ever since the miscarriage mom spent almost all of her time at home. It had obviously made her depressed, depressed enough to skip most social events and even more alarming; her passion for working out had weaned out. So she being out on errands the entire day was quite out of character for her lately.
"Are you okay?" I texted mom, nervously, as another couple of hours had passed.
-"More than okay, honey. I'll be home soon. XOXO" she replied almost instantly and a big smile, once again, spread across my face and I returned to my books - relieved.
By the time I finally heard her car pull up on the driveway it was early evening, I quickly got up from the table and felt a sense of pride over how much of my schoolwork I had managed to do. For once I felt like I was ahead with school and it felt incredible as I quickly made it towards the hallway to meet her.
The door opened and mom stepped inside with a broad smile on her face and let her bags fall to the floor. My eyes slowly traveled up and down her body; she was wearing a thin white silky blouse with the first couple of buttons unbuttoned, leaving a discrete yet tantalizingly sexy cleavage. Around her hips was a tight black skirt that ended just above her knees and on her feet was a pair of high heels that made her look almost impossibly tall.
"You.. you look like you have been at work?!" I said, confused at seeing her dressed up since it was such a long time ago she was but she just smiled at me, bent down slightly and embraced me in a big and warm hug; pressing her heavy chest against me.
She finally let go, straightened her back and looked down at me and replied: "I did stop by at work." with a curious smile and continued: "I'll tell you all about it but first I need to sit down, my feet aren't used to heels and they are killing me." and kissed me lovingly on my forehead before she made it to the living room and sat down on the couch with a relieved sigh.
Knowing my mom I got a bottle of wine and a glass from the kitchen before I headed to her and poured a big glass of wine and handed it to her and was met with a thankful smile. She crossed her legs and leaned back and motioned me to sit down next to her.
As I did, she took a big sip of her wine and wrapped her arm around me, pulling me in close.
"As I said I stopped by at work," she started, took another big sip of her wine and then continued: "I talked to my boss and we decided that I should start working again." I tried to protest but she firmed up her arm around me, hushed me and continued: "Only 50% and only on trial. Maybe you think I'm not ready yet but this morning you made me realise it's time to at least
try
so I really want to thank you for that." she said genuinely and brushed off all my hesitations.
"You have a shift planned tomorrow, right honey?" she asked and as I nodded she quickly continued: "That will be your last shift at that disgusting diner, even if I just work 50% I will still be putting in more money in our pockets than your job does and I want you to focus on school and your future and that sure isn't in that grubby diner." with a firmness in her voice that didn't invite discussion.