Chapter 8

She took her time in the shower. She was in no hurry to face her son again. She wrapped herself up in her robe and headed toward her bedroom, checking the hallway to make sure her son wasn't around first. As she opened her door the dimly little room reminded her of the grimy Sex Shop. It was dark... smelled of sex... and a variety of pornography and sex aids littered the area. She made a note to herself to spend some time this weekend to clean up the room and air it out. Heading over to her dresser drawer she looked around for something to put on. All her regular panties were gone she noticed. Only the crotch less and high french cut lacy styles remained.

"That's weird, could I have used all the others already? I'm sure I did a load of wash just last weekend." Cinching her robe back up she left her room and went over to the hamper by the linen closet and looked inside. Sure enough, scattered about inside was a variety of her conservative cut panties. She picked up a pair and noticed that the crotch seemed to be moist. Dropping the wet item back inside she headed returned to her room. "Jesus woman you're going to have to control yourself better." Janice told herself. " At this rate you're going to soak every single pair before the middle of the week." Janice had no way of knowing that the wetness was caused by her young son's copious amounts of cum. He'd taken to jacking off an then smearing his nut butter into the crotch of his mothers panties before dropping them into the hamper. She had thought that her lack of clean lingerie was do to her constantly drooling pussy.

Choosing the more modest of the few styles left Janice slithered into a black pair of sheer high french cut panties. "At lest these have a crotch in them" she thought as the thin material snuggled up against her mound. She reached for her comfortable set of sweat pants then stopped. "I've got to learn to dress better. Even if it's just at home, I've got to teach my self to try and always look my best" Janice scanned her room and looked over what she had to wear. She had already decided to go out shopping this weekend to pick up a more flattering wardrobe, but she needed to find something for now. Rummaging through the bottom of her dresser drawers she came across a pair of old running short she used to wear when her ex and her went jogging. She used to be slimmer back then, and if she tried to put them on, she knew they would be way to tight. Then again, from what her net lover had told her, men find tight clothing on women sexy... "Why not." she said as she stepped into the eclectic blue satin shorts.