Mom's blue panties Part 2

I put the blue panties at the bottom of her neatly folded pile, even though they probably were somewhere in the middle when I came over. At this point I didn't care and the further from the top the longer it would likely take her to notice.

I quickly got dressed and ran out the door before I could change my mind. All the way home I thought about turning around but the further I got the more I knew that I wouldn't. What I had just done was virtually irreversible at this point.

I couldn't believe I had done such a thing. After all the years of trying to be discreet, trying not to give Mom the satisfaction of knowing what I was up to.... What was wrong with me? I was married now and shouldn't be sneaking back to play in my own Mother's panties.

And yet I did. I couldn't help myself. I was out of control, totally controlled by my panty fetish. And look what it was making me do now! To leave a cum soaked pair of panties in Mom's drawer, leaving them for her to find..... Could Mom even keep quiet about this when she found out? And eventually she would find out.

Once home all I could do what think about Mom's cum soaked panties and how incredibly naughty I was this time. I even debated going back but the later it got the more certain it was that Mom was home. If I had any chance of doing what ever it would have to be when Mom was out- and I wouldn't have another chance until next weekend! No, no, I wanted to see this through, said the devilish side of me and I began to spin off every possible scenario.

The first was that Mom would go into her drawer for fresh lingerie before her shower, grab the blue panties and notice the cum stains immediately. I loved imaging her hand on the panties and a look of shock on her face! The very idea got me excited.

The next would have Mom discovering the cum stains at some point after she walked to the bathroom and put the panties down. After that it would have to be when she picked up the panties to put on after her shower- noticing right then as she held them up. Again, what I wouldn't give to see the look of shock on her face!

Then there was noticing the stains as she put the panties on. I imagined her having them all the way up before finding out. Finally, I imagined her wearing them and noticing at some point throughout the day- or not even noticing at all and wearing them all day like that! I loved the idea of Mom wearing cum soaked panties.

Despite these wonderful fantasies they were all too realistic at some point and the matter remained that Mom would definitely find out. The realization of what I had done remained on my mind the rest of the entire night, as I lay in bed falling asleep, when I first got up and throughout the next day. And the day after that and every day following. If I wasn't actively engaged in the matter at hand I spent the time going over all these scenarios and waiting for the shoe to drop. It became my own personal Tell Tale Heart story. Each day increased the tension, the likelihood of being caught.

Often when I was horny running through each and every variation of Mom finding out had me masturbating up a storm. However, after I came back to my senses I felt dreadful shame. This was really beyond anything I had done before and quite bold! I felt so ashamed that I was a married man yet still addicted to Mom's panties. And not just that, addicted to wanting to get caught, wanting to drag Mom into my fetish so she would know all about it.

This went on for two whole weeks, morning noon and night, before I could take no more! I called Mom that Friday under the pretense of just saying hello but was fishing around to see if I could detect in the tone of her voice if she had discovered her cum soaked blue panties. Beyond that I was hoping she might let on that she would be running her errands on Saturday.


That next day, two weeks after I left her panties like that in her drawer, I snuck over and saw that Mom's car was out of the parking lot. I was in the clear. I quickly ran up to her apartment, fearing the whole time that it was too late. I darted to her back bedroom and went into her lingerie drawer. The blue panties were still at the bottom!!

I pulled them up and the remained untouched. It appeared Mom had not noticed and I had gotten away with it so far. I could not stand the intense pressure of the past two weeks and had begun doubting my sanity for having left the panties in her drawer like that.


I decided to take the chance of bringing them home to wash. I could easily sneak in a small load at night when I was in the basement and my wife was at work. I could even do it that night and possibly bring them back the next day so Mom might not notice them missing.

I did just that, though because Mom was home I had to visit with her then pretend I needed to go to the bathroom in order to sneak her panties back in the drawer. The visit was painful until I finally made my move, using the sound of the flushing toilet to dart quickly into her back bedroom, pull her panties out that I had tucked in and put them back into her drawer, sliding it open and shut as smoothly as possible to avoid the tell-tale dragging noise it often made.

Once the panties were back I felt a ton of pressure off of me and the visit with Mom was pleasant at that point. I'm sure she noticed the change in my attitude- a bundle of nerves the whole time before now calm and collected. Still, I wondered if Mom had gone into her drawer and noticed. I made frequent eye contact with her to see if there was any way I could tell. There wasn't but like so many other times when I visited Mom while wearing her panties in front of her under my jeans I would look her in the eyes and wish she could read my mind. I think there were a few time she caught on, especially after she became aware that I was stealing her panties from her drawer over a period of years.