Getting caught in Mom's panties
I had been setting this scenario up for quite some time. I wanted to get caught and fantasized about numerous possible ways for this to come about- as accidentally as possible, or at least in appearance. For some odd reason that razor sharp close call at 9 burned an impression on me. I liked the idea of being so wrapped up in panty lust that I lose touch with the outside world to the extent of not hearing Mom walk in on me. There was just a world of difference, for example, between me walking out in front of her dressed in lingerie rather than her walking in on me discovering me in the act. The element of shock is gone, at least on my part and rush of humiliation is greatly lessened.
I made repeated attempts at 12 to be caught 'changing' from my pj's to my jeans. I got this idea from wearing Mom's panties to bed and making it all the way through the night. When I got up I felt so good I didn't want to take Mom's panties off just quite yet so I began wearing them to the breakfast table. Sitting across from Mom in her panties was very titillating to say the least. I usually had a wet spot in my panties and had to be careful when I got up if you know what I mean. When I was back in my bedroom I would immediately take off my pj bottoms but wait to remove Mom's panties till the last second so I could get every last moment of pleasure from them.
As I stood there in her panties I began worrying about Mom somehow walking in on me at that moment, even though my door was closed and she had to figure I was getting ready for school. Standing there in Mom's silky white nylon panties with Mom home and only a door separating us excited me. I began to prolong changing out of her panties for as long as possible, mentally daring Mom to walk in on me. Just in case, I held my pants to suggest that I was in the middle of changing.
I did this numerous times but Mom never barged in. During summer vacation I could be more leisurely about this process and would often stand in my bedroom in just a tshirt and her panties while holding my jeans. Sometimes I would stand there for up to 45 minutes and even began leaving the bedroom door open in the hopes that Mom would think it was perfectly ok to walk in.
Several times she did walk in but quickly turned around and darted back out to the front room or kitchen. It was so quick that I figured she didn't even notice that I was in her panties. She couldn't have. After all, she didn't get mad or say anything to me. Certainly if Mom saw that I was in her panties she would have raised holy hell with me! She would yell or get mad or punish me in some way. I was sure of this.
After several of these 'accidents' I was at my wit's end trying to figure out what I could do in order to get caught. It was exciting standing in my room and hearing her foot steps approaching but just for it to lead up to her walking back out meant my chance was over. To be fair, I had to play out the scenario and change into my jeans to make it all look accidental. What other way could I possibly get caught in as innocent a fashion?
I tried this one last time, determined push it into a discussion. My young head was spinning from trying to figure out why I had this strange obsession with Mom's underwear. I felt like I was going to explode and needed someone to talk to, someone to understand. Once again, I waited in my bedroom for Mom to come home and walk in on me.
After about an hour she came home and eventually did walk in on me but, once again, promptly walked back out to the kitchen to begin dinner. I was flabbergasted! My chance was over and I gave up with a sense of frustration. I knew at some point, however, I would have to put Mom's panties back in her drawer now that my attempt failed. In a desperate attempt I decided I would put her panties back right now with Mom home. She was standing in the kitchen. I could hear her at the stove. This meant she would be able to see me walk in and out of her bedroom from that vantage point. Maybe she would even come into her room while I was putting her panties away I would get caught red handed.
I stood there for a while and played all the possible scenarios. What would I do if I simply walked in, put her panties back went to my room and Mom did nothing? I couldn't afford that after how hard I been pushing for this! Then I realized I DID have to return them but I didn't exactly have to take off her panties right then in my room, now did I? I COULD wait till the last second- which meant taking them off in her bedroom, right by her dresser like I always did when Mom wasn't home. So why not do the same now? This would certainly for*e the issue.
Somehow I got up the nerve to walk into her bedroom wearing just my t-shirt and her panties. Once in, I didn't take her panties off right away and change into my jeans and waited a few minutes, hoping Mom would walk in on me. I so wanted her to see me in her panties. After a short while I felt extremely foolish. How could I explain being in Mom's room in the first place let alone why I was standing there in her panties with my jeans in my hands? Flustered I decided to try again from scratch and darted back to my bedroom. I waited a while for Mom to walk in and when this didn't happen I decided I would go back into Mom's bedroom to put her panties back in frustration. I walked in again and stood there waiting for her. Nothing. This was just getting more foolish to pull off but I decided to go back again to my bedroom and wait.
This time Mom finally walked in but began some small talk with me. I was freaking out now. How much more obvious did I have to make it to her? Several attempts at being caught before and now this time with going back and forth to her bedroom twice to get her attention? And here she is making small talk??
I was too young and naive to realize Mom knew all along and at this point was leading up to something, probably 'discovering' that I was in her panties after enough random chatter. Not understanding Mom's reaction to all of this confused me and I mistook her 'ignorance' for being clueless and blind rather than forgiving and allowing.
So there I am, staring down the hugest moment of Mom 'catching me' in her panties and figuring she STILL isn't aware I blurt out "Mom, I'm wearing your panties!" This ruined the moment and threw her for a loop. Rather than casually looking down and feigning surprise with an "Oh my goodness! Are those my panties you're wearing?" and perhaps finally having 'that talk' after all those years I now for*ed her hand. She reacted in the only way I guess she could at that point. "Oh! So you are..... Well, get dressed!"
That was it. My big confrontation with Mom! However, she never said to take her panties off so I figured I would be cheeky and slid my jeans on over them. I continued to wear her panties right in front of Mom for the rest of the night, which was extremely arousing!
I don't believe Mom and I really talked the rest of the night and probably just sat around watching tv. The silence was loud, however, and you could tell this was all that Mom and I thought about for the rest of the night. I got up several times just to walk past her, swishing in her panties as I walked back and forth. The sensation of my jeans sliding over Mom's silky panties as I walked was heaven and made me so hard in her panties! I was tempted to keep this routine up a few more times but didn't want to make it too obvious. After all, how many trips can you make to the kitchen and come back with nothing?
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I made repeated attempts at 12 to be caught 'changing' from my pj's to my jeans. I got this idea from wearing Mom's panties to bed and making it all the way through the night. When I got up I felt so good I didn't want to take Mom's panties off just quite yet so I began wearing them to the breakfast table. Sitting across from Mom in her panties was very titillating to say the least. I usually had a wet spot in my panties and had to be careful when I got up if you know what I mean. When I was back in my bedroom I would immediately take off my pj bottoms but wait to remove Mom's panties till the last second so I could get every last moment of pleasure from them.
As I stood there in her panties I began worrying about Mom somehow walking in on me at that moment, even though my door was closed and she had to figure I was getting ready for school. Standing there in Mom's silky white nylon panties with Mom home and only a door separating us excited me. I began to prolong changing out of her panties for as long as possible, mentally daring Mom to walk in on me. Just in case, I held my pants to suggest that I was in the middle of changing.
I did this numerous times but Mom never barged in. During summer vacation I could be more leisurely about this process and would often stand in my bedroom in just a tshirt and her panties while holding my jeans. Sometimes I would stand there for up to 45 minutes and even began leaving the bedroom door open in the hopes that Mom would think it was perfectly ok to walk in.
Several times she did walk in but quickly turned around and darted back out to the front room or kitchen. It was so quick that I figured she didn't even notice that I was in her panties. She couldn't have. After all, she didn't get mad or say anything to me. Certainly if Mom saw that I was in her panties she would have raised holy hell with me! She would yell or get mad or punish me in some way. I was sure of this.
After several of these 'accidents' I was at my wit's end trying to figure out what I could do in order to get caught. It was exciting standing in my room and hearing her foot steps approaching but just for it to lead up to her walking back out meant my chance was over. To be fair, I had to play out the scenario and change into my jeans to make it all look accidental. What other way could I possibly get caught in as innocent a fashion?
I tried this one last time, determined push it into a discussion. My young head was spinning from trying to figure out why I had this strange obsession with Mom's underwear. I felt like I was going to explode and needed someone to talk to, someone to understand. Once again, I waited in my bedroom for Mom to come home and walk in on me.
After about an hour she came home and eventually did walk in on me but, once again, promptly walked back out to the kitchen to begin dinner. I was flabbergasted! My chance was over and I gave up with a sense of frustration. I knew at some point, however, I would have to put Mom's panties back in her drawer now that my attempt failed. In a desperate attempt I decided I would put her panties back right now with Mom home. She was standing in the kitchen. I could hear her at the stove. This meant she would be able to see me walk in and out of her bedroom from that vantage point. Maybe she would even come into her room while I was putting her panties away I would get caught red handed.
I stood there for a while and played all the possible scenarios. What would I do if I simply walked in, put her panties back went to my room and Mom did nothing? I couldn't afford that after how hard I been pushing for this! Then I realized I DID have to return them but I didn't exactly have to take off her panties right then in my room, now did I? I COULD wait till the last second- which meant taking them off in her bedroom, right by her dresser like I always did when Mom wasn't home. So why not do the same now? This would certainly for*e the issue.
Somehow I got up the nerve to walk into her bedroom wearing just my t-shirt and her panties. Once in, I didn't take her panties off right away and change into my jeans and waited a few minutes, hoping Mom would walk in on me. I so wanted her to see me in her panties. After a short while I felt extremely foolish. How could I explain being in Mom's room in the first place let alone why I was standing there in her panties with my jeans in my hands? Flustered I decided to try again from scratch and darted back to my bedroom. I waited a while for Mom to walk in and when this didn't happen I decided I would go back into Mom's bedroom to put her panties back in frustration. I walked in again and stood there waiting for her. Nothing. This was just getting more foolish to pull off but I decided to go back again to my bedroom and wait.
This time Mom finally walked in but began some small talk with me. I was freaking out now. How much more obvious did I have to make it to her? Several attempts at being caught before and now this time with going back and forth to her bedroom twice to get her attention? And here she is making small talk??
I was too young and naive to realize Mom knew all along and at this point was leading up to something, probably 'discovering' that I was in her panties after enough random chatter. Not understanding Mom's reaction to all of this confused me and I mistook her 'ignorance' for being clueless and blind rather than forgiving and allowing.
So there I am, staring down the hugest moment of Mom 'catching me' in her panties and figuring she STILL isn't aware I blurt out "Mom, I'm wearing your panties!" This ruined the moment and threw her for a loop. Rather than casually looking down and feigning surprise with an "Oh my goodness! Are those my panties you're wearing?" and perhaps finally having 'that talk' after all those years I now for*ed her hand. She reacted in the only way I guess she could at that point. "Oh! So you are..... Well, get dressed!"
That was it. My big confrontation with Mom! However, she never said to take her panties off so I figured I would be cheeky and slid my jeans on over them. I continued to wear her panties right in front of Mom for the rest of the night, which was extremely arousing!
I don't believe Mom and I really talked the rest of the night and probably just sat around watching tv. The silence was loud, however, and you could tell this was all that Mom and I thought about for the rest of the night. I got up several times just to walk past her, swishing in her panties as I walked back and forth. The sensation of my jeans sliding over Mom's silky panties as I walked was heaven and made me so hard in her panties! I was tempted to keep this routine up a few more times but didn't want to make it too obvious. After all, how many trips can you make to the kitchen and come back with nothing?
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