"It's fun, sweetheart. Don't you think it's fun?" Miranda asked as she pulled her cocktail dress down over her boxer briefs. The loose fabric showed some heavy lines making the lower half of her dress anything but smooth. "Let's go see your panties"
Miranda walked excitedly over to her son's room and noticed how little her chest moved. Her tight dress was doing a perfect job of keeping her ladies from bouncing. When she opened her son's room, she saw it was a complete mess. All of his pants were thrown to the side next to muddy shoes and tee shirts. Then she noticed one of her former bras hanging off a bed post. "Sorry, Mom, I was going to clean up," Evan said as she went to pick up her former bra.
As she made her way to the dresser she found her favorite panties.
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