Trying something a little different than before
I remember mother. Long gone, I savored the scent of mom. Her unopened attire too. As a teenager, I was curiously attentive to my mothers needs. With dad gone she more than ever required “help” to unfasten her bra, unzip her dresses, assist her by rolling her pantyhose on her freshly shaven legs. Mostly, polishing her patent leather pumps and doing the wash. One day I found a pair of pantyhose and panties on the floor of her bedroom. Curious, I raised the pair of panties to my face noting a sweet wetness. Inhaling deeply, I almost came immediately. What … Read more