Lake Timberland Ch. 01

"Granny panties!" she scoffed, continuing to toy with them. "These are not granny panties..."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Well they are compared to all your other panties I found."

"Ah-Ha! So you admit it then? You did notice the sexy ones!"

Her playful demeanor had a calming effect on me. "Of course I noticed them," I chuckled, but before getting another word out, I noticed her suddenly peeking over my shoulder. She quickly pulled her hand away as if she'd been caught sneaking into the cookie jar. I glanced behind me to investigate and realized Molly was already sprinting towards us, ending my fun conversation with Mom.

Molly raced up the deck's stairs as fast as she could, then practically dove into the warm, bubbly water.

We all sat in silence for the next few moments, sipping on our cold drinks, feeding each other quirky grins before getting right back into the game.

"Mom, truth or dare?" Molly asked her, after thawing out a bit.

"Hmm," Mom pondered, "I'll start with truth."

Molly pointed out at the lake water. "Have you ever went skinny dipping out there?"

"OHH, so we're playing that kind of truth or dare, huh?"

"I'm just curious," Molly laughed.

Mom peered down at the lake water. "Actually, yes, I have. Believe it or not, your father and I used to do that quite often."

The fact that Mom, herself, had done this didn't surprise me. She'd always been a free-spirited woman, always down for an adventure. Dad, however, was about as straight-laced at they came.

"Wait, Dad did this?" Molly exclaimed, stealing the words from my mouth.

Mom smiled and nodded. "I had to practically drag him out into the water, but yes, he eventually joined me."

"Wow!" Molly voiced. "I wasn't expecting that."

"It seems I'm just full of surprises tonight," Mom snickered. "Whose turn is it now?"

"Its yours," Molly told her. "You have to pick one of us, then ask us truth or dare."

"Oh thats right," Mom nodded, as it was all coming back to her. "Okay then, Molly, truth or dare?"

"Hmm," Molly pondered, "I suppose I'm up for another dare."

Mom held up her nearly empty wine bottle. "I dare you to go inside and get me another bottle."

"Only if I can have some of it," Molly countered.

"Nice try, missy! Not until you're old enough, you know that!"

"Just one glass?" Molly pleaded. "I promise I won't tell Dad."

"Fine," Mom gave in, "I suppose one glass is fine."

"Yay!" Molly cheered, bouncing out of the hot tub. "Be right back!"

As soon as Molly was out of earshot, Mom shot me a mischievous look. "Even the purple pair?"

At first I wasn't sure what she was referring to, until I replayed our latest conversation in my head, then flash-backed to when I was hovering over her suitcase, discovering all of her sexy panties not that long ago. "Yes, even the purple pair," I confirmed, grinning wider than I should've.

"I'm surprised you didn't put that one over your head," she teased.

"Well, I would've," I teased her back, "but I figured it wouldn't provide much coverage for my head."

That made her giggle. "Yeah, you're probably right, there's not really much to it, is there?"

"No, not that I could tell."

I still couldn't believe she was being so forward with me in regards to her panties. All jokes aside, it's not a conversation I thought I'd ever have with my mother. I made a mental note to keep an eye out for that purple thong over the remainder of the week.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" she asked, pulling me from my trance.

"Nothing," I said, shaking the thought from my head.

"Uh-huh," she murmured, just as Molly returned from inside of the cabin.

A couple glasses of wine later, we were all laughing amongst each other. The truths were all fairly tame, until Molly decided to be brave. "Mom, truth or dare?"

"Hmm," Mom pondered for only a second. "I choose truth again."

"How often do you and Dad have sex?"

"Pft! Not enough," came Mom's knee-jerk response.

Molly and I exchanged quirky grins.

"Lets just say your father and I don't have sex as often as we used to."

"Like, how often?" Molly wanted to know. "Like, how many times a week?"

"Honey, I'd be lucky to get it once a month."

"Once a month?" Molly retorted. "Yeah right! I don't believe that."

"It's true!"

"Well it sure doesn't sound like only once a month," Molly teased her. "You must forget we have thin walls back at home..."

Mom couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, honey, I guess I do get kinda loud in the heat of the moment."

"You think?" Molly confirmed.

Mom playfully threw her hands up like she was being attacked. "Hey, I never said our sex wasn't loud, I just said it only happens about once a month, which is the honest truth."

I could tell by the hint of solemness in Mom's voice that this was a heavy topic, like there was more to the story than meets the eye. I can honestly say I've never given my parents sex-life much thought. They seemed to have a good marriage, so I guess I always just assumed that their sex-life was good too. I never would've guessed that Mom was living with an unfulfilled appetite for sex. Whether that was true or not, Mom shut it down for further discussion. "Lets move on, shall we?" she said dismissively. "Danny! Truth or Dare?"

"Uh, dare," I decided.

Again, she shifted her eyes up to the panties on my head, then quickly snatched them away and began twirling them around the tip of her index finger. "Do you remember coming home for Christmas last winter?"

I nodded. I had come home to celebrate the holidays during my two week break from college. I'd slept in my old childhood bedroom.

Mom smiled inwardly. "Well, mister, after you went back to school, I was cleaning your room, and I accidentally vacuumed up a little something of mine from under your bed...then another little something of mine...then another..."

I winced my eyes shut, realizing exactly where she was going with this. Six months prior, when I'd spent Christmas break at home, I'd overindulged in my guilty pleasure a little too much. I had stolen three pairs of her panties from her dirty clothes hamper, and each night for two amazing weeks, I jerked off with one of the pairs up to my face. My room became my own personal, pantie-heaven. Whenever the stolen panties weren't up to my nostrils, I kept them hidden under my bed. I just then realized that I must've forgotten to return them back to her hamper before going back to school. I couldn't believe I'd been so reckless!

"Not as sneaky as you thought you were, were you?" she teased me, then stopped twirling the panties around her finger and slingshotted them at me. "I dare you to show me what you were doing with the multiple pairs I found under your bed."

"Wait what?" Molly exclaimed.

My shoulders slumped in defeat. "I, um... I don't know what to say, Mom."

"I didn't ask you to say anything," Mom giggled, "I asked you to show me."

Despite my embarrassment, I nervously lifted the panties up to my nostrils and inhaled lightly, breathing in the scent of her panties. They were clean, so I didn't smell what I was used to, but I still felt like such a sicko doing it in front of her and Molly. I only inhaled one short breath before pulling them away from my face. I tried handing them back to her, but she pushed my hand away.

"No, sweetie, you hang on to them."

Molly couldn't believe her eyes. "What in the actual fuck did I just witness?" she said, and got ignored again.

"Mom, I can explain." I said.

"Oh you can, can you?" She batted her eyelashes at me. "Please, enlighten me."

I knew then that there was no way to explain my way out of this. Plain and simple, I'd sniffed her panties while pleasuring myself like an animal, then hid them under my bed to do it again, and again, and again.

"I, um..." I trailed off, failing to come up with any kind of explanation.

"Save it, buster," Mom laughed, waiving her hand dismissively at me. "You don't need to explain a thing. It's actually not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?" Molly retorted. "Mom, we just watched Danny sniff your underwear! That seems like a pretty-big-deal to me!"

"Its really not, Molly. Your brother is a typical young man with all the hormones of any other typical young man, so let's try not to embarrass him too much, alright?"

I couldn't believe Mom was sticking up for me in that moment. She had every right to slap me across the face, but instead, she turned to me with a smile. "Don't be embarrassed, sweetie, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Her calm motherly tone melted me into a puddle of mush.

"Seriously, Mom?" Molly continued. "He literally just sniffed your underwear right in front of us and you're not at all grossed out by that?"

Mom shot me another reassuring smile before turning to Molly to explain some facts of life. "No, Molly, It doesn't gross me out at all, actually. I did a lot of research on this, and believe it or not, lots of men sniff women's underwear, its called a panty-fetish."

"A panty-fetish?" Molly questioned with a disgusted look on her face.

"Yes." Mom nodded. "It's quite common. I think you'd be surprised by how many men are into this sort of thing."

"Really? Why would they want to do that?"

"Each article I read online said the same thing- The human body releases 'feel good' chemicals called serotonin from your brain whenever you breathe in the scent of a woman's pheromones."

"Phero-what?" Molly giggled. "What are you talking about?"

Mom sighed. "What I'm saying is, is that your brother is not some sick freak, he's very normal."

"Mom, there's nothing normal about that!"

"Oh hush!" Mom defended me. "It's not like he's hurting anyone. Everyone has a kink or two, and If you ask me, his is harmless."

"Okay...but what's the part that he thinks smells so good?" Molly asked, then peered over at me sharply. "You do know we like, sweat and stuff down there, too, right?"

"Uhh..." I trail off, still in shock of what was happening.

"The article said that that doesn't matter," Mom continued, saving me with more facts from the internet, "as long as whatever he's smelling came from my, uh, lady parts, it'll drive him crazy!"

"Exactly, Mom, your lady parts, his own mothers! That's kind of fucked up, don't you think?"

Mom smiled warmly. "Everybody has pheromones, so no, I don't think there's anything wrong with him smelling my particular pheromones. It could have been mine, or anyone else's scent that made him feel good."

Molly's eyes widened as the realization came to her. She glared at me with laser beams for eyes. "You better not have ever sniffed any of MY panties, pervert!"

"I didn't! I swear," I defended myself.

"You better not have," she scolded me, before returning her attention to Mom. "I can't believe you're not appalled by any of this!"

Mom appeared to be thinking back. "When I first found out, I was shocked, just like you, never appalled though. That's why I researched why men would even do something like this, and you wouldn't believe all the information I found on-line."

As credible as mom's insight was, I knew Molly would never surf the internet for panty-sniffing facts.

"Anyway, after finding out what I found out," Mom continued, then started to blush, "I don't know, I guess it sort of intrigued me knowing that my womanly scent could have such an effect on someone so young, like Danny."

"I don't even know what to say to that," Molly paused, "that's kinda weird."

"It's not that weird," Mom dismissed. "It's science."

Molly laughed. "No, it's still pretty weird, but whatever. I guess I'll just have to accept the fact that I'm vacationing with two weirdos."

"Yep! I guess so," Mom agreed, then put an arm around me and pulled me in tight. "You're stuck with us two weirdos for the rest of this trip, so you'd better get used to it!"

Molly couldn't refrain from smirking at us. "Just keep all that panty sniffing stuff between the two of you and we'll be just fine!"

"Oh we will," Mom smiled.

It's hard to explain the amount of relief I felt in that moment. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Before that night, I'd never told anyone about my panty-sniffing-fetish, so having someone to share it with, was like a breath of fresh air. I was left wondering, though, wondering where things would go from there.

"Well, I'm gonna head in for the night," Molly dismissed herself through a yawn. With that, she stood and hopped out of the tub, then gave us a silly look. "Sounds like you two have a few things to catch up on."

Mom laughed dismissively. "Night kiddo!"

"Night, sis!"

As soon as Molly was gone, Mom gave me a sorrowful look. "Sorry for bringing that up in front of your big mouth sister. I wasn't trying to embarrass you."

"I know," I sighed. "It's okay. She actually took it a lot better than I thought she would."

"I have a confession," Mom said, with a nervous smile. "I've actually known about it for a while."

"You have? How long?"

"A couple of years now," she admitted. "You never have been very sneaky about it."

"Dad doesn't know anything about it, though, does he?"

"Well..." she began, seeming to recall a memory. "He did find a pair of my panties in your room once."

"HE DID? Oh God! What did he say about it?"

"I'll be honest...he wasn't happy. He brought them to me and demanded to know why my panties were in your room."

"No!" I started to panic. "What did you tell him?"

"What do you mean? I told him the truth," she said, then noticed my eyes filling with fear. "Oh, don't give me that look, you know I can't lie to your father!"

"Well what did you tell him?"

"The truth," she repeated. "There was nothing else I could say. I wasn't going to lie to him," she said, then paused long enough to feed me a cute smile. "I told him that you just really enjoy jerking off with my panties up to your handsome face...and that's how my panties ended up in your room."

My smile returned, detecting her obvious sarcasm. "There were no panties, were there?"

"No," she giggled. "I mean, I'm sure there was a pair hidden in your room somewhere, but your father never found them, at least not to my knowledge."

I sighed in relief. "God, you about gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry," she grinned, "you're just too easy!"

And just then, the sliding glass door opened and out stepped Dad, surprising the hell out of us.

"Roger?" Mom croaked. "What are you doing out here?"

Dad lazily walked up to the side of the hot tub. "I heard a noise," he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I figured I'd better come check it out. What are you guys still doing out here? It's almost midnight."

"We're just reminiscing on old times," Mom told him, then said, "I didn't realize it was so late. We'll be in shortly."

"Mhm," he mumbled, as he turned his back and went back inside.

I waited for the door to click shut behind him before softly saying, "you don't think he heard us out here, do you?"

"That would require him to actually pay attention to me for once," Mom said, and there was a hint of solemnness in her tone that didn't go undetected; I could tell this was something that was weighing on her.

"What's going with you guys?" I asked her, genuinely concerned. "You guys aren't, like, going to get a divorce, are you?"

"Of course not!" she exclaimed, horrified that I'd even asked. "Is that something you're actually worried about?"

"Kind of," I shrugged.

She frowned. "No, sweetie, we're not gonna get divorced," she assured me. "We're just going through a stage right now. I'm afraid our marriage has hit a temporary lull point. Trust me, we'll be fine."

"A lull point?"

She sighed, taking a moment to search for the right words. "Listen, your father is a great man, there's no doubt about that. And he's an amazing father to both you and Molly...It's just, when it comes to the bedroom and sex, specifically, let's just say he's not as enthusiastic for me as he once was. But I'm hopeful that'll all change once we're empty-nesters again."

"Do you guys, like, not have sex anymore?"

"Not as much as I'd like," she quipped. "If you haven't noticed, your old mother is kind of a horn-dog these days."

"You are not old, Mom!"

She took the compliment in stride, feeding me a toothy grin. "Listen, I have one last question for you, before we go inside," she began, then hit me with it. "Out of all the panties you've ever stole from my bedroom, which was your favorite pair?"

"I prefer the term borrowed," I joked, earning myself another giggle from her.

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Fine, borrowed. Which pair was your favorite pair you ever borrowed?"

I thought back to the days at home and all the panties that I'd ever taken from her. The one pair that stuck out in my mind the most, was a pink lacy thong with a little black bow tie on the front of it. "Remember that pink thong you had, the one with the little bow tie?"

She nodded cutely.

"Well, that one was my favorite."

"Ah, so you are a thong guy after all," she declared, referring to our earlier conversation about her purple thong that I'd discovered in her suitcase.

My face blushed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Hmm, I'll have to remember that," she teased me. "I'll have to be careful not to accidentally leave my purple thong lying around on this trip..."

A big stupid smile crept across my face. It seemed that the further we crawled down this rabbit whole together, the more at ease we both felt about everything.

As I laid my head on my pillow that night, my mind was filled with more questions than answers: 'Would Mom just let this happen now?' I asked myself. 'Would she actually go as far as purposely leaving her worn panties lying around the house for me to discover? She couldn't possibly have been coming on to me out there, could she have? How far would she be willing to go? Hell, how far would I even be willing to go? What would Dad do if he ever found out?'

It was all a lot to process, leaving me tossing and turning for nearly an hour. Despite my restlessness, Molly must've thought I was asleep, because after a while I heard a clicking sound coming from her side of the room, followed by a faint, almost inaudible buzzing noise. Very subtly, I turned my head to investigate and noticed little movements happening under her blanket. There was just enough moonlight coming in from the octagon window of our loft for me to detect what she was doing. I stifled a gasp, then heard the quick clicking sound again, and the vibrating noise abruptly stopped.

"Danny?" Molly whispered. "Are you awake?"

I didn't move a muscle, making it seem as if I were sleeping.

"Danny," she repeated. "Are you awake?"

I continued playing dead, hoping it would give her the green-light to continue again, and sure enough, a few moments later I heard the click-bzzzz again.

I was able to remain still for a while, enjoying the sound of her pleasurable sighs, but once she started softly moaning, I couldn't help but want to get a better angle. I slowly turned, accidentally rustling my sheets in the process.

"Danny?" she demanded, shutting her vibrator off again. "Are you awake, or not?"

Again, I remained frozen, offering her no indication of me being coherent, then I heard the click-bzzz again.

"Mmm," came her moans, causing me to accidentally chuckle, softly.

"Damn it, Danny, you have to tell me if you're awake!"

I couldn't keep it in any longer and I started audibly chuckling. "Whatcha doing over there, sis?" I teased her.

"God, Danny, you are such a creep!"

"Me?" I exclaimed. "You're the one getting off with me in the same room as you, no less than ten feet away!"