I was really getting into it, but something was off. I had been stroking for almost ten minutes but, my load wouldn't blow. Then, I got a really fun i...dea. I ran to my parents' room and laid on their bed. I inhaled the scent of my mom's Chanel No. 5 and felt my cock get harder. I glanced on the floor and saw some of my mom's panties. I reached to pick them up and inhaled the sweet aroma of my mother's pussy. For a second I felt a twinge of guilt. What was I doing? I thought. These were my. I know my mom sure looks sexy and beautiful and looks so young her self. I knew you looked good but to night, you look super great, tonight." I bet you look at some very pretty beautiful girls at school all day, every day, that looks a lot better than I do to you." No I don't. You have all the girls at school put to shame with your looks mom." If I didn't know better, I would say you are trying to get into my pantys tonight." If you wasn't my mom, yes I would, for sure if I knew how to, maybe. Her eyes searching the room until she settles on me. I have met someone I know and we are idly chatting as we sip our drinks. Kerrie has returned to her conversation leaning against the open window sill. She catches my eye, smiling with enough sex to make me get harder still. As her gaze moves I slip away from my conversation and duck out though the kitchen onto the verandah. There are a few people but they are absorbed in their own conversations and I wander casually observing the people and. It sure looked like she had really gone well out of her way to look extra pretty that day. But for me? I could only dream of being the object of her affection, she had so many other friends. Looking at how attractive she was started stirring up all these romantic, dreamy feelings again. It was too embarrassing for me to admit to being such a tomboy. Too hard to admit being afraid of being a girl, of not knowing what it was all about. But desperately wanting someone other than mother to help me.