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Tana stood gazing at her boyfriend.

Kon was sound asleep, sprawled on his back. His lamp was still burning. His jean hung low on his hips, the naked flesh of his stomach showing.

She was wearing a long nightgown, a nylon gown that clung to the curves of her slender body. The top of her gown was lace, and the light-brown color of her nipples showed. She’d entered his ‘command center’ and stood over him, her eyes roaming about his youthful body.

Across his face was a pair of her panties.

Tana was very much aware that some men enjoyed fondling a woman's panties during times of jerking off. She knew they enjoyed the scent of a woman's worn panties, and at times wrapped the nylon about their cocks, to jack off. But that was men, not Superboy. Kon was young, and she halfway felt he shouldn't even be jerking off, let alone finding pleasure in caressing a pair of panties.

But here he was, a set of panties on his head.

She thought the panties had been mysteriously lost while being washed. The washing machine sometimes ate a sock or two, but never panties.

Oddly enough, she didn't feel anger at Kon for having them. She felt an unusual tingling sensation between her thighs as she looked down on his sleeping body. One of his eyes showed through the leg of her panties, and the crotch rested lightly on his lips.

All day she had been wearing the same panties. Tana usually changed her panties at least twice a day, but today was different. Feeling a flush of excitement on her lovely face, she lifted her gown to her waist, and peeled her panties off. She held them up, turning them inside out. They were pink, too, but the whole front was black lace. She brought the panties to her face and sniffed. The scent of her cunt was there, along with two stray dark pussy hairs. Very carefully, she removed the panties from her son's sleeping face and placed the other panties there.

She looked down at him for a while, her eyes straying toward the crotch of his pajamas. The fly gaped slightly, and she leaned over to look closely. She could see the base of Kon's cock, the hint of one ball. Her hand began to itch with the desire to fondle him, to feel his cock and precious balls. Fighting the urge, she left his room, her panties balled in her hand. She tossed the panties into the laundry hamper of the hall bathroom where she was sure Kon would see them in the morning. Then, on impulse, she stripped her gown over her head.