𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 18. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙢, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
The cold was intolerable at this time of the year. Never understood people who prefer winter over summer. Most fail to recognize the difference between being uncomfortable and being in pain, although anecdotally I would never give an unbiased answer to that. Closing the window I return to my desk to the book I was reading, my mother gave it to me as a side birthday present. It's a book which I couldn't be bothered to give a damn. Shoving it aside I picked up the only interesting thing that was in my desk drawer. My mother's old panties.
Shock. Or is it? I suppose not so much given the reader clicked on this story after seeing the tags. Yes my mothers panties. They weren't lacy neither were they granny panties. Just your regular old run off the mill silk panties. I held it up in my hand and felt the texture of it for thousandth time and it still felt mesmerizing just the same. No I didn't sniff it because there's no point to it. The earthy smell has long vanished. But long ago the scent it held was the most intoxicating maternal smell one could only experience if it was worn by their beautiful mothers. And she is that. Beautiful. At least to my eyes, but most will say to theirs too. She has long auburn hair which she likes to hold up in a bun. A slender yet plump face. Her lips are small. Her smile lights up the world. Well, at least in my world. She is on the tall side, coming up just short of 5'9. Her long legs go on for days and I devour them up every time they're on display. Her neck was easily the most alluring "uncovered" part of her body. The pale skin and her beautiful earrings dangling low were always a breathtaking view from the side. She was above average neck down too with a 36c. Those beauties never fail to amaze me whenever I get the chance to ogle them. Last summer, when I was walking past her room in the morning, usually when she goes out for work, I caught a glimpse of her hooking her bra clasps in place. The eroticism of the instance wasn't lost on me because it fueled my teenage fantasies one too many times to care to admit.
With all this talk about her body, I guess I should also mention what type of human being she was. Growing up I always got the soft side of her and the hard side of my dad. She was there to console me on my lows and congratulate me on my highs. She is not an extroverted individual but rather a reserved yet if you get to know her -- the most interesting person ever.
So I was sitting there with my mother's panties reminiscing the fateful night I acquired them.
It was a Friday evening. My parents were out on a date, which is their routine. I wouldn't say dad was the most present or attentive husband there was but he did still maintain this one routine. I just finished dinner and was waiting for them to arrive back while watching tv on the living room sofa. After 1 hour of waiting and lazily staring at the screen they were back. "Hey there buddy", my dad said after entering. I waved at him, noticing he was a bit too drunk for his own good. That was never a good sign. My mom had a strict policy about the amount of alcohol intake one should take in a night and my dad was clearly levels above that despite mom's pleading. My mom was clearly agitated but didn't say much. "Im gonna head upstairs and get ready for bed ". Dad whispered to mom. Mom just shrugged. Dad drunkenly tried to kiss mom but she outright put her hand in front of her lips and walked away from the stairs. "good night buddy", "good night dad". As my dad walked off I saw the expression on my moms face, it was a mix of stoic yet painful agony.
Mom came around the couch to my back, still wearing the black dress, bent down and put her arms on my shoulders and palm on my chest and kissed the top of my head and took a deep sniff. She always did this to me growing up, one day I asked her about it and she told me, "there's a comforting scent that only a woman can smell for the person they love the most, and that's you baby". That was all the answer I needed and never did object to it ever again.
"Are you okay mom?"
"uh.. Yeah I'm alright, why do you ask?"
"no its just dad is drunk yet again and he ruined your date night I assume"
