Mom catches on
The Friday and Saturday parties at Teddie’s got to be well known. There were mentions of them on a couple of sites and a few pantyboys even came in from out of town. Everyone always brought at least a small sampling of their lingerie collections and some even brought the majority of it. There was never a lack of things for everyone to try on and there plenty of modeling and photo taking.
Teddie had actually begun a pay-for panty porn site where he posted pictures and videos of the parties as well as the earlier videos of me masturbating in my panties, then being masturbated by Teddie and the others. Fortunately he had put safeguards on them so they couldn’t be downloaded or shared elsewhere. All faces were either cropped out or blurred to protect identities.
The parties got to be larger and even more frequent. Guests came and went and lingerie was everywhere! I won’t say these events turned into orgies but there was a lot of bumping and grinding and sliding and moaning! I guess that sort of thing happens when there are too many pantyboys in too small a space. I was often sent on drink runs which meant frequent trips back and forth through the crowd. Along with that was a lot of sliding and rubbing and touching. Quite a few times I would feel someone behind me sliding the front of his panties against the back of mine until I felt him cum all over my panties. I had to wear the panties for the rest of the night so felt the constant reminder of what was going on at these parties and more than a few times pantyboys continued to cum all over my panties thru the night.
Teddie continued to buy me whatever panties or lingerie that I wanted off of ebay almost without regard to cost. Of course his conditions still followed. Teddie would usually fondle me in the panties or slips as he filmed me, closing in on my orgasm as I flooded my panties. He loved to lift my slip for this shot.
But, now instead of Teddie buying lingerie and fondling me in it, others were now invited to buy lingerie for me and have me model it. Of course, some sort of sexual activity was included, usually rubbing panties together or letting them masturbate me. I knew I was being used sexually but I didn’t care. My lingerie collection was growing by leaps and bounds and that’s all that seemed to matter.
One day I got a call from Mom. I could tell immediately from the frosty tone of her greeting that something was wrong- and that I was in trouble. She insisted that I come over as soon as possible and that I’d better be prepared to explain some odd charges on her bills. I froze when I heard this. Could she somehow have found out about all the lingerie purchases? Impossible! Teddie was the one who paid for it all. Everything was linked to his account. Still, I feared the worst and rather than put off the inevitable I decided to head right over to get it over with.
When I walked in I could tell something was wrong. Mom was rather upset. In front of her on the table were several sheets of paper. I couldn’t read them from where I stood but they looked like receipts- lots of them!
Mom looked down at the papers and said “Would you mind explaining THESE?”
I took a good look and there were dozens and dozens of listings- all for lingerie, panties and slips that Teddie has bought for me. But how had Mom found out about these and even got the receipts for all of them?
“I’ve been getting these invoices for months now and they always say paid in full. And yet there’s never any money withdrawn from my account- nor do I receive any…. merchandise” emphasizing the last word for effect.
“What are all these orders in your name for women’s panties and slips??? Are you a transvestite for heaven’s sake??? Do you wear women’s underwear??? And how on Earth can you even afford all this stuff??? There must be thousands of dollars here!”
Much to my chagrin, not only did the print out have a detailed account of the item as well as the total charge but each one had a nice colored picture of it below. I felt a bit of a chill come over me as I looked over each panty or slip, recalling how excited I was when Teddie announced that he had just received something new in the mail. I couldn’t wait to try on each item. And Teddie couldn’t wait to take advantage of my glee, teasing my pantied penis until I was begging for release. I no longer cared that he was taking pictures and filming, I just needed to orgasm no matter how shameful I knew I would feel right after.
“So I wondered why I was never receiving these packages in the mail and looked at where they were being shipped- to some Teddie Sieford over on Hoyne. Isn’t that the older man you work for? You never did tell me exactly what you do for him. And why is he getting these packages in your name? Tell me that! Why is an older man buying women’s underwear for you? Well???”
How could I respond to that? Certainly not with the truth! And what could I make up, no matter how unbelievable? My head felt like it was going to explode. There wasn’t anything possible to say.
“Well? What’s going on over there? There must be some reason he buys women’s underwear for you! What do you do for him in return? Well?”
‘Well what?’ I thought to myself. What can I possibly tell Mom? That Teddie makes me dress up in all of it and then masturbates me in it? Even though it’s the simplest truth it’s too shocking to say out loud.
“Well? What am I to think? That he buys women’s underwear for you out of the goodness of his hear but doesn’t expect anything in return? I’m afraid to even guess what goes on there! And how old did you say he was? In his 60s?? What does that old man want with a young boy like you?”
I hated that she called me a young boy! I was already 19. Why couldn’t she call me a young man? And the way she called Teddie an ‘old man’- it made it sound so tawdry that an old man and a young boy were together- dressing in women’s underwear! But what would she think if I didn’t say anything? How far will she think things go? Who knows what she might believe? And unless I’m accused of something specific how can I even defend myself? And even still…. How can I possibly confess what really does go on over there- that Teddie buys me lingerie and then masturbates me in it? Is that really any better than anything else she might suspect? I was at my wits end. There was no way I put an entire sentence together right now let alone a ‘reason’ to explain why mysterious shipments of women’s underwear were being sent to Teddie and showing up on her bill. And how the heck was that possible??? Ebay really screwed up but it really didn’t matter now that the cat was out of the bag.
“Well if you’re not going to tell me I’m going to have to pry it out of you! So you go over to this Teddie’s house to dress up in women’s underwear that he buys for you, is that it?”
I nodded. It was a start. It was the truth- at least part of it. Maybe she would stop there. But no.
“Does he dress up in women’s underwear, too?”
I nodded vigorously. Maybe Mom was catching on. Maybe I wouldn’t have to explain much and this would soon be over.
“So let me get this straight. Teddie buys women’s underwear for you so you can both dress up in it. Is that right?”
I nodded. Could she let it go at that? It really didn’t need any more of an explanation.
“I don’t get it. There must be more to it than that. Why does he pay for all this underwear? There must be thousands of dollars here! Oh my goodness!!! You don’t…. you don’t actually…..”
I could tell by her expression that she was implying a lot more than what was going on. I couldn’t take any more. Finally I popped.
“Mom….. Teddie fondles me….. he touches me ….. in my panties…. He keeps touching me…..” I choked the final words out and felt tears well up in my eyes. There! At least the truth was out now.
“Oh my goodness! He masturbates you? Is that what he does???”
“Yesssssssssssssss!!!!” I felt my face turn red. I was so humiliated having all this come out in the open. Mom knew my darkest secrets now. But still… how on Earth did she find out about all those ebay orders?
After I left Mom’s house I immediately went over to Teddie’s to tell him what had happened. He was very upset that Mom knew all that was going on. I asked him how she could have possibly found out about the charges.
“You’re 19, right?” Teddie quizzed me, knowing the answer already.
“Yes, that’s right,” I replied.
“How long have you had that ebay account?”
“I don’t know? Why? Maybe a year or two.”
“That’s IT!” Teddie cried!
“What???”
If you signed up before you were 18 your account automatically notifies your parents account as well. You never went back at 19 to turn off the default! THAT’S how your Mother knew about all your lingerie purchases.
Teddie had actually begun a pay-for panty porn site where he posted pictures and videos of the parties as well as the earlier videos of me masturbating in my panties, then being masturbated by Teddie and the others. Fortunately he had put safeguards on them so they couldn’t be downloaded or shared elsewhere. All faces were either cropped out or blurred to protect identities.
The parties got to be larger and even more frequent. Guests came and went and lingerie was everywhere! I won’t say these events turned into orgies but there was a lot of bumping and grinding and sliding and moaning! I guess that sort of thing happens when there are too many pantyboys in too small a space. I was often sent on drink runs which meant frequent trips back and forth through the crowd. Along with that was a lot of sliding and rubbing and touching. Quite a few times I would feel someone behind me sliding the front of his panties against the back of mine until I felt him cum all over my panties. I had to wear the panties for the rest of the night so felt the constant reminder of what was going on at these parties and more than a few times pantyboys continued to cum all over my panties thru the night.
Teddie continued to buy me whatever panties or lingerie that I wanted off of ebay almost without regard to cost. Of course his conditions still followed. Teddie would usually fondle me in the panties or slips as he filmed me, closing in on my orgasm as I flooded my panties. He loved to lift my slip for this shot.
But, now instead of Teddie buying lingerie and fondling me in it, others were now invited to buy lingerie for me and have me model it. Of course, some sort of sexual activity was included, usually rubbing panties together or letting them masturbate me. I knew I was being used sexually but I didn’t care. My lingerie collection was growing by leaps and bounds and that’s all that seemed to matter.
One day I got a call from Mom. I could tell immediately from the frosty tone of her greeting that something was wrong- and that I was in trouble. She insisted that I come over as soon as possible and that I’d better be prepared to explain some odd charges on her bills. I froze when I heard this. Could she somehow have found out about all the lingerie purchases? Impossible! Teddie was the one who paid for it all. Everything was linked to his account. Still, I feared the worst and rather than put off the inevitable I decided to head right over to get it over with.
When I walked in I could tell something was wrong. Mom was rather upset. In front of her on the table were several sheets of paper. I couldn’t read them from where I stood but they looked like receipts- lots of them!
Mom looked down at the papers and said “Would you mind explaining THESE?”
I took a good look and there were dozens and dozens of listings- all for lingerie, panties and slips that Teddie has bought for me. But how had Mom found out about these and even got the receipts for all of them?
“I’ve been getting these invoices for months now and they always say paid in full. And yet there’s never any money withdrawn from my account- nor do I receive any…. merchandise” emphasizing the last word for effect.
“What are all these orders in your name for women’s panties and slips??? Are you a transvestite for heaven’s sake??? Do you wear women’s underwear??? And how on Earth can you even afford all this stuff??? There must be thousands of dollars here!”
Much to my chagrin, not only did the print out have a detailed account of the item as well as the total charge but each one had a nice colored picture of it below. I felt a bit of a chill come over me as I looked over each panty or slip, recalling how excited I was when Teddie announced that he had just received something new in the mail. I couldn’t wait to try on each item. And Teddie couldn’t wait to take advantage of my glee, teasing my pantied penis until I was begging for release. I no longer cared that he was taking pictures and filming, I just needed to orgasm no matter how shameful I knew I would feel right after.
“So I wondered why I was never receiving these packages in the mail and looked at where they were being shipped- to some Teddie Sieford over on Hoyne. Isn’t that the older man you work for? You never did tell me exactly what you do for him. And why is he getting these packages in your name? Tell me that! Why is an older man buying women’s underwear for you? Well???”
How could I respond to that? Certainly not with the truth! And what could I make up, no matter how unbelievable? My head felt like it was going to explode. There wasn’t anything possible to say.
“Well? What’s going on over there? There must be some reason he buys women’s underwear for you! What do you do for him in return? Well?”
‘Well what?’ I thought to myself. What can I possibly tell Mom? That Teddie makes me dress up in all of it and then masturbates me in it? Even though it’s the simplest truth it’s too shocking to say out loud.
“Well? What am I to think? That he buys women’s underwear for you out of the goodness of his hear but doesn’t expect anything in return? I’m afraid to even guess what goes on there! And how old did you say he was? In his 60s?? What does that old man want with a young boy like you?”
I hated that she called me a young boy! I was already 19. Why couldn’t she call me a young man? And the way she called Teddie an ‘old man’- it made it sound so tawdry that an old man and a young boy were together- dressing in women’s underwear! But what would she think if I didn’t say anything? How far will she think things go? Who knows what she might believe? And unless I’m accused of something specific how can I even defend myself? And even still…. How can I possibly confess what really does go on over there- that Teddie buys me lingerie and then masturbates me in it? Is that really any better than anything else she might suspect? I was at my wits end. There was no way I put an entire sentence together right now let alone a ‘reason’ to explain why mysterious shipments of women’s underwear were being sent to Teddie and showing up on her bill. And how the heck was that possible??? Ebay really screwed up but it really didn’t matter now that the cat was out of the bag.
“Well if you’re not going to tell me I’m going to have to pry it out of you! So you go over to this Teddie’s house to dress up in women’s underwear that he buys for you, is that it?”
I nodded. It was a start. It was the truth- at least part of it. Maybe she would stop there. But no.
“Does he dress up in women’s underwear, too?”
I nodded vigorously. Maybe Mom was catching on. Maybe I wouldn’t have to explain much and this would soon be over.
“So let me get this straight. Teddie buys women’s underwear for you so you can both dress up in it. Is that right?”
I nodded. Could she let it go at that? It really didn’t need any more of an explanation.
“I don’t get it. There must be more to it than that. Why does he pay for all this underwear? There must be thousands of dollars here! Oh my goodness!!! You don’t…. you don’t actually…..”
I could tell by her expression that she was implying a lot more than what was going on. I couldn’t take any more. Finally I popped.
“Mom….. Teddie fondles me….. he touches me ….. in my panties…. He keeps touching me…..” I choked the final words out and felt tears well up in my eyes. There! At least the truth was out now.
“Oh my goodness! He masturbates you? Is that what he does???”
“Yesssssssssssssss!!!!” I felt my face turn red. I was so humiliated having all this come out in the open. Mom knew my darkest secrets now. But still… how on Earth did she find out about all those ebay orders?
After I left Mom’s house I immediately went over to Teddie’s to tell him what had happened. He was very upset that Mom knew all that was going on. I asked him how she could have possibly found out about the charges.
“You’re 19, right?” Teddie quizzed me, knowing the answer already.
“Yes, that’s right,” I replied.
“How long have you had that ebay account?”
“I don’t know? Why? Maybe a year or two.”
“That’s IT!” Teddie cried!
“What???”
If you signed up before you were 18 your account automatically notifies your parents account as well. You never went back at 19 to turn off the default! THAT’S how your Mother knew about all your lingerie purchases.
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