The moment of passion, eroticism, love, confusion…whatever you want to call it was interrupted in an instant, however, as the buzzer to the dryer buzzed from the laundry room, and a bedroom door upstairs slammed shut on bridgette . As we heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming down the stairs I pulled away from her and pulled my pants up as she frantically got her leg inside her pants and pulled them up and pulled her sweater and bra down. She grabbed the plates to put in the dishwasher just as my dad came around the corner, holding a laundry basket. He liked folding his laundry in front of the television, and didn’t notice moms disheveled hair and red flushed face as he walked by.
I looked back at my mom and at her ankles there was a little bunch in her pants. She apparently hadn’t slipped her foot into the panties when she pulled her pants back up. I motioned for her to put her leg up, and after making sure my dad wasn’t looking she did so. I pulled the white thong out of the bottom of her leg hole and held it to my nose for a second. Ah. That scent. The one I would never forget.