My stepmother walked into my room carrying a bag full of different panties and asked what I thought of them for her date tonight. She wanted to look extra hot just to make my ass jealous. Then she spun around and bent over so I could get a good view. “Come on, rate them from 1 to 10,” she said, not even pretending not to notice me touching myself under the blanket. She smirked and pressed the panties against her crotch, rubbing them slowly. “I can hear you breathing faster. You like these, don’t you? They’re so thin, you can already imagine how wet I’ll get wearing them for another man.” She leaned in close and whispered that if I was a good boy and gave her a high enough score, she might let me sniff them before she put them on. She even said she could blow me up with a hoover before leaving for the date, and that the hoover would take very good care of my peepy while she was out, sucking it deep, very deep.