Chapter 3: Reeling Her In

John rummaged around his mothers room, going through drawer after drawer and taking carful note of every bit of clothing she owned. If his plan was going to work he had to stay one step ahead of his mom.

"Shit, where did she put them? They got to be around here somewhere. Ah Ha, Paydirt!"

He pulled the large box from the back of his mothers closet and opened it up. His dick stirred slightly as he eyed the silky contents within. This was what he was looking for alright. He reached in and pulled out the pair of crotch less panties his mom had worn the night before. He quickly looked over his shoulder, then lifted them to his nose.

Sniff, "Oh man!" His head swam as he breathed in his mothers musky scent." The Bra... where's the bra? Ah, good. Let's see now... 36D hmm, she looked bigger in the photo."

He played with the silky material for a while. Enjoy the thought that he was running his fingers over the same clothes that had been so close to his mothers skin.

"Let's see what else we got here. Garter, stockings... Oh cool my mags!"

He pulled the stack out from the box and flipped through them briefly. After a moment he realized he was falling behind schedule. He gets home only two hours before his mom does, and if he was going to send his message off today he had to get moving. He shoved the mags back in and ran the panties one last time across his cheek before placing them and the rest of the lingerie back into the box and shoving it into the closet.

Janice watched the clock slowly tick out her last hour of work. She tried to keep her mind focused on her job but it wasn't easy. She let out a small sigh, then quickly checked to see if anyone had heard her.

"Dam, I'll go crazy at this rate."

She swivelled her chair around and sat bolt upright as a chill swept across her pussy. Her panties had been lightly rubbing against her newly shaved snatch all day long, and had made it very sensitive. Checking to make sure no one was looking her way then tried swivelling the chair back to the left.

"Umph!" she moaned out as she felt her pussy twinge from her panties silky touch

This time people had heard her, and she blushed deep red while trying to play it off as nothing more than a leg cramp. Satisfied no one was still looking she began to rock the chair left to right.

"Oh yes, yes this was nice" She thought. "I'm getting so wet just sitting here like this."

Realizing that if she kept it up she risked an embarrassing wet spot showing up against her skirt she stopped. She could already feel the moister just those few moves had made.

"I've got to be carful. I shouldn't swivel in the chair any more. I'll just sit her till the hours up. Yes that's it, just sit here, but not swivel... No not swivel... swivel..."

5 o'clock rolled around and everyone began to pack up and head toward the elevators. Janice sat at her desk slowly rocking back and forth in her chair with a lazy day dream expression across her face.

"Janice... JANICE! You coming or are you planing to spend the night here."

She shook her head as if coming out of a dream.

"What?"

"I said, are you coming?"

"Cum... cumming? What do you mean,"she asked defensively

Her co-worker looked at her strangely and asked again.

"Are you OR are you NOT going to go home?"

Janice glanced up at the clock.

"5:15! God," she thought. "Where had the time gone?"

"Yeah, Yeah I'm com... I mean, I'll be right down."

She sorted through the stack of papers on her desk and got ready to leave. As she stood she felt the slippery wetness coating her thighs.

"On no. No No NO, Please God don't do this to me. Not here."

She reached around with a sense of dread and felt the back of her skirt. She groan in despair as her hand came away damp.

"What was wrong with me. God how embarrassing"

She sat down quickly and felt the damp crotch of her panties squish back up against her bottom. She waited till the last person left the office before risking the trip down to the parking lot. As she walked toward the elevator she imagined she could hear her crotch squish with every step. Janice felt deep shame at what she'd done. During the ride down to the parking lot the small space of the elevator quickly filled with the musky scent of her pussy juices and she prayed no one else would get on till she had a chance to leave. The rest of the trip was a blur as she raced to her car, then onto the freeway.

John sat in front of his computer and thought carefully about what he should write to his mom next. He may not have had much experience with women... well ok he had no experience with women, but he did know his mom. If this was going to work, he knew he would have to make things happen in a way she'd be able to rationalize. If he was to straight forward with her, she might back out and he'd loose his chance at her all together. Smiling he began to type.