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#Incest #Tween
By FantasyFunAuthor
When you’re married and in love for 24 years, they go by pretty fast. It feels just like yesterday when he was kneeling in front of me, in front of his entire family, asking me to marry him. I was so in love with him, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him. We were into each other the first time we met. We both were on a two-leg flight to Boston, with a layover in Atlanta. Because of a snowstorm in the Northeast, we had to stay at one of the hotel airports, which had very little vacancy. We agreed to be “a couple” to get prioritized by the airline, and we were given a room…..with just one bed. He was a gentleman and offered to sleep on the couch, but after 2 drinks at the hotel bar, he ended up right behind me in bed, fucking me all night long before we had to get up and make our 6am flight to Boston. As they say, the rest is history. I fell in love and wanted to make him happy for the rest of his life.
Even after marriage, we still had hot, spontaneous sex and enjoyed each other in so many places – even in public. One significant moment was in a department store. It was in that department store, shopping for a dress for a friend’s wedding, that I learned of his kink for….well, girl panties. While I was matching accessories to go with my dress, he was one or two tables over, looking, casually, at cute, folded panties. I didn’t say anything. I just smiled inside with a kinky idea. I walked over to him and whispered, “Would you like your little girl to wear these for you?” I picked up the pair of cute, pink, cotton panties, with white lace for trim, black and white kittens prancing around the fabric, and a cute bow at the top, dangling them near his crotch. He froze and blushed hard. I looked around, making sure we had just enough privacy, the table situated between two racks near the back of the dress section, and I reached into his shorts, pulling out his swelling shaft. I wrapped the cute girly panties around his thick man meat and started to stroke, whispering, “Awww does daddy like seeing my kitty in my cute wittle panties?” Within seconds, my hubby shot one of the biggest loads of semen that I’ve ever seen him produce. I was shocked, “whoa…whao, baby, damn,” as I continued to jerk his member, watching the thick streams of cum landing in various places. I snickered and slowed down, realizing that he had made a mess, not just onto the cute panties in my hands, but onto 4 other panties that were laid out on display on the table. Fortunately for us, this was before store cameras were placed in every corner of the store, so I was able to casually grab the cum soiled panties from the table, while simultaneously wiping up the residual white semen streaks that landed on the fake, wood, display table. The white blobs on the floor were going to be left for some lucky girl, or her mom, shopping for panties I thought. I pushed the damp panties into my purse, and we continued directly to the checkout lane to purchase my beautiful dress, accompanied by several accessories that all added up to a nice sum, allowing me to feel okay about stealing a few pairs of panties.
We climbed into the car and he was about to put the car into drive, and I saw a wet spot on his grey shorts, “Babe…I hope they didn’t see the evidence.” He blushed again. He looked at me, “That was hot, but I’m a bit embarrassed.” I chuckled, “It’s fine. It’s not like you’re stalking girls around the store. I get it. You like the cute schoolgirl look. I mean you really liked it based on all of that cum.” I laughed again, still in shock at the amount, teasing him a bit more. He then stops the car and turns to me to tell me about his attraction to those cute girl panties.
He went on to share a story about his middle school girlfriend who wasn’t ready to have sex yet but agreed to stroke him over her panties. Well, he went on to say that she had very cute panties and a fun variety. Each time they met, she was wearing a different cute pair or a pair that she knew he really liked. He went on to say that she would simply lift her skirt and lean back and stroke him over her cute panty mound. He added, “it’s like she conditioned me with her panties. Whenever she lifted her skirt, I would just get hard and cum on her.” I nodded, “Ahhh that explains it. She must have been really pretty, too.” Teasing him about his old girlfriend from years ago. We both laughed, and he switched the topic, making me share a story about my high school adventures, jerking off my friend at the movies.
A few years passed, and although I did find some cute schoolgirl skirts and adorable cotton panties for him to splatter onto, our lives became routine, work turned into more work, and the sex became less spontaneous and more focused on a goal, making me pregnant. While the planning took some time, once we committed to that plan, we were lucky that it didn’t take too long for us to reach our goal. It was an exciting time for us, starting a family and being the parents we wanted to be – even trying to be the cool parents, but it took a toll on our relationship, especially when it came to sex. Don’t get me wrong, we still enjoyed each other, but there was less time, and with most couples, we were losing that spark. Before we knew it, our princess, Juliette, was 11, and between homework, gymnastics, viola, and play dates, that flickering spark had turned into an old flashlight from my parent’s basement that hadn’t been turned on for years….basically burnt out.
It was another busy day, with a 5th grade science project to deliver to school and racing back home to start some laundry and then think about dinner before driving off to a viola lesson. With the “decaying teeth sitting in a glass of cola” science project delivered safely, I was back home, mindlessly loading up the washer, going through my mommy to-do list in my head, when I looked to the floor. It was a pair of Juliette’s soft blue, polkadot, cotton panties. But they didn’t look like the normal soft blue color. I bent down, reaching for them and grasping them with my fingers, immediately feeling dampness against all 5 fingers and the palm of my hand. I slowly stood up, swallowing hard. I looked at my phone, sitting on the edge of the washer, making sure I wasn’t late for something, and with my other hand, I began to peel open her wet, soaked, tween girl panties. As with most moms, thoughts began racing through my head, thoughts of horror, fear, worry, shame, guilt. My lips pursed as I looked more closely, bringing the pair of my daughter’s drenched tween panties to my face, an inch from my nose, and as I inhaled, I felt something inside that I haven’t felt for some time: That spark. Again, thoughts of shame and guilt rushed through my head, but I was unable to resist the other rush of pleasure quickly rising in between my thighs as I could smell that unmistakable scent of my husband’s fresh load of cum, saturating the fabric of my 5th grader’s adorable cotton panties.
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#Incest #Tween
