Caught red-handed
By the time I was 14 puberty was in full swing and my sexual urges were constantly being fulfilled by Mother’s silky panties. This was a period of intense panty lust that filled me with such sexual giddiness that I often did bold and daring things, as if to prove my complete devotion to Mom’s silky underwear. I loved the idea of her catching me in it and took bolder and bolder steps to let her find me in some state of embarrassment, from leaving her panties in my drawer or bed for her to find to parading past her late at night wearing just a t-shirt and her panties as she slept on the couch.
One fun exercise developed out of the little unspoken ritual Mom and I typically went thru on Saturday mornings. Mom always bathed in the morning and then would parade around in her white full slip for around an hour or so while chit chatting with me and going between the kitchen and front room. Sometimes she would even stand right in front of the 2nd floor living room window as the sun would shine thru her slip. It drove me wild to see her panties and bra so clearly thru the translucent lacy slip.
Mom was fully aware that I wore her underwear by this point. In fact, she had been completely aware for about 3 years. She knew the effect seeing her in her slip would have on me, a 14-year-old boy with raging hormones. She would routinely tease me by saying “I’ll be out of here in just a few minutes” in a tone of voice that implied a firm 5-10 minutes but would invariably take 45 or more, all the while, repeating her “just a few minutes” line that only served to heighten the anticipation of Mom walking out the door so I could tear into her bedroom and begin playing with her panties and slips on her bed.
And that’s exactly what happened as soon as Mom left. I’m surprised she never decided to go around the block and come right back up. She would have caught me every time! Of course, I suspect after teasing me all morning in her slip she knew I would need my private time.
However, after a long while of this pattern, for a sustained period Mom did NOT go out and run her Saturday morning errands. This infuriated me. NOW what was I to do? All worked up and no place to go! Of course, we could read each other’s patterns and behaviors like a book, even if only subconsciously. Mom knew what was on my mind as she would sit down and begin watching TV instead of heading out the door. I would practically go into a panic trying to will her into moving out the door thru some mysterious mental force that never seemed to work. I was a bundle of nerves and Mom could sense it. She had to feel the heavy air of expectation that hung over my head.
With my mind already worked up after seeing Mom in her slip, I often began fantasizing about Mom’s panties and slips as she sat there on the couch, knowing that she was purposefully blocking me from playing with her underwear. I felt so totally compelled to go to her panty drawer. It was all I could focus on. The most realistic and reoccurring fantasy was to get up and pretend to go to the bathroom, which was just out of sight from where Mom sat on the couch. Her bedroom door was right next to that and I kept imagining cutting a sharp and speedy turn into Mom’s bedroom and hoping Mom would not notice- an extremely impractical idea as Mom was always a very curious and snoopy sort who paid attention like any good mother. Especially as Mom knew what I was up to- and wanted to be up to- she would very much notice any movement I made towards her bedroom. At this point, I usually wore panties under my pjs all morning and would be quite aroused by this point, aching for release. With Mom sitting right there, tho, there was little I could do.
Finally, after several ruined panty play episodes, my urges got the best of me and I decided to pull off my little fantasy. I would pivot and dart to her underwear drawer, trying my best not to walk heavily on the wooden floor to give away my position. I would slide the drawer open quickly but as silently as possible and would begin to fondle the top pair of her silky white panties and feel myself swelling in the pair I was already wearing. I knew it was crazy to want to do this, with Mom just in the next room- and no doubt able to hear what I was up to. Even less doubt that she would be listening for this- especially if you consider she was staying home on purpose during this time to make it difficult for me to play with her underwear.
I actually snuck into her room a couple of times, always darting into the bathroom after I came out of her room and flushing the toilet to complete the charade, just in case I could fool Mom. Of course, I felt as giddy and as guilty as possible and no doubt showed it on my flushed face. I don’t think Mom even needed those clues to know what I had been up to but nothing was ever said. We would both sit in silence, her having to know what had just happened, me sitting there hoping against hope that she didn’t hear tho getting very titillated over the idea that she did.
One day I snuck quickly into her bedroom, as I had previously done. I pulled the drawer open and for some reason one of Mom’s padded bras caught my eye. I reached in and for some reason began to pick it up.This time, however, Mom gave me couple of moments, then got up off the couch to walk in on me. She stopped in the doorway and watched as I had pulled her white 34B padded bra half way out of her drawer. Somehow I sensed her presence and turned around. My face went pale, hating that I was caught red handed with her drawer open- especially hating that I was caught with a bra of all things! If I was going to be caught red handed I wanted to make sure that Mom knew it was her panties that I liked best.
Mom asked what I was up to and I’m sure I said the typical “nothing.” Mom could obviously see that I was in front of her underwear drawer and that it was open. After peering toward my side to see what was hanging out of her drawer, she turned and walked back out. I felt relieved at her absence but felt flooded with shame over being caught. I had developed a sense of arrogance, defying the notion that I could be caught. If Mom was going to put the squeeze on me by staying home I was going to one up her by fondling her panties and slips anyway, daring her to catch me.
I had been completely brazen. Being caught like that electrified me. I put her bra back quickly and slid the drawer closed. I was stupid to think I could just continue to march into Mom’s room at will to fondle her underwear while she sat in the front room listening to me and think she would never do anything about it. Having to walk back out in front of her and sit near her in the front room filled me with an intense shame and humiliation. I couldn’t look at Mom as I walked back out. There was a heavy silence that hung in the air for quite a while. It was obvious what was both on our minds tho nothing was ever said.
We both sat there for quite a while in silence, knowing what was on each other’s minds. After a while I began feeling more aroused in her panties, feeling a naughty wet spot kissing the front of her silky soft white nylon briefs. I fantasized that we would have a talk about her giving me some of her underwear to keep and wear, perhaps even wear in front of her. One can only imagine what might have occurred had this even happened but I never thought beyond that point, just how intensely erotic it would be to do so.
Last edited date 10/29/2007
One fun exercise developed out of the little unspoken ritual Mom and I typically went thru on Saturday mornings. Mom always bathed in the morning and then would parade around in her white full slip for around an hour or so while chit chatting with me and going between the kitchen and front room. Sometimes she would even stand right in front of the 2nd floor living room window as the sun would shine thru her slip. It drove me wild to see her panties and bra so clearly thru the translucent lacy slip.
Mom was fully aware that I wore her underwear by this point. In fact, she had been completely aware for about 3 years. She knew the effect seeing her in her slip would have on me, a 14-year-old boy with raging hormones. She would routinely tease me by saying “I’ll be out of here in just a few minutes” in a tone of voice that implied a firm 5-10 minutes but would invariably take 45 or more, all the while, repeating her “just a few minutes” line that only served to heighten the anticipation of Mom walking out the door so I could tear into her bedroom and begin playing with her panties and slips on her bed.
And that’s exactly what happened as soon as Mom left. I’m surprised she never decided to go around the block and come right back up. She would have caught me every time! Of course, I suspect after teasing me all morning in her slip she knew I would need my private time.
However, after a long while of this pattern, for a sustained period Mom did NOT go out and run her Saturday morning errands. This infuriated me. NOW what was I to do? All worked up and no place to go! Of course, we could read each other’s patterns and behaviors like a book, even if only subconsciously. Mom knew what was on my mind as she would sit down and begin watching TV instead of heading out the door. I would practically go into a panic trying to will her into moving out the door thru some mysterious mental force that never seemed to work. I was a bundle of nerves and Mom could sense it. She had to feel the heavy air of expectation that hung over my head.
With my mind already worked up after seeing Mom in her slip, I often began fantasizing about Mom’s panties and slips as she sat there on the couch, knowing that she was purposefully blocking me from playing with her underwear. I felt so totally compelled to go to her panty drawer. It was all I could focus on. The most realistic and reoccurring fantasy was to get up and pretend to go to the bathroom, which was just out of sight from where Mom sat on the couch. Her bedroom door was right next to that and I kept imagining cutting a sharp and speedy turn into Mom’s bedroom and hoping Mom would not notice- an extremely impractical idea as Mom was always a very curious and snoopy sort who paid attention like any good mother. Especially as Mom knew what I was up to- and wanted to be up to- she would very much notice any movement I made towards her bedroom. At this point, I usually wore panties under my pjs all morning and would be quite aroused by this point, aching for release. With Mom sitting right there, tho, there was little I could do.
Finally, after several ruined panty play episodes, my urges got the best of me and I decided to pull off my little fantasy. I would pivot and dart to her underwear drawer, trying my best not to walk heavily on the wooden floor to give away my position. I would slide the drawer open quickly but as silently as possible and would begin to fondle the top pair of her silky white panties and feel myself swelling in the pair I was already wearing. I knew it was crazy to want to do this, with Mom just in the next room- and no doubt able to hear what I was up to. Even less doubt that she would be listening for this- especially if you consider she was staying home on purpose during this time to make it difficult for me to play with her underwear.
I actually snuck into her room a couple of times, always darting into the bathroom after I came out of her room and flushing the toilet to complete the charade, just in case I could fool Mom. Of course, I felt as giddy and as guilty as possible and no doubt showed it on my flushed face. I don’t think Mom even needed those clues to know what I had been up to but nothing was ever said. We would both sit in silence, her having to know what had just happened, me sitting there hoping against hope that she didn’t hear tho getting very titillated over the idea that she did.
One day I snuck quickly into her bedroom, as I had previously done. I pulled the drawer open and for some reason one of Mom’s padded bras caught my eye. I reached in and for some reason began to pick it up.This time, however, Mom gave me couple of moments, then got up off the couch to walk in on me. She stopped in the doorway and watched as I had pulled her white 34B padded bra half way out of her drawer. Somehow I sensed her presence and turned around. My face went pale, hating that I was caught red handed with her drawer open- especially hating that I was caught with a bra of all things! If I was going to be caught red handed I wanted to make sure that Mom knew it was her panties that I liked best.
Mom asked what I was up to and I’m sure I said the typical “nothing.” Mom could obviously see that I was in front of her underwear drawer and that it was open. After peering toward my side to see what was hanging out of her drawer, she turned and walked back out. I felt relieved at her absence but felt flooded with shame over being caught. I had developed a sense of arrogance, defying the notion that I could be caught. If Mom was going to put the squeeze on me by staying home I was going to one up her by fondling her panties and slips anyway, daring her to catch me.
I had been completely brazen. Being caught like that electrified me. I put her bra back quickly and slid the drawer closed. I was stupid to think I could just continue to march into Mom’s room at will to fondle her underwear while she sat in the front room listening to me and think she would never do anything about it. Having to walk back out in front of her and sit near her in the front room filled me with an intense shame and humiliation. I couldn’t look at Mom as I walked back out. There was a heavy silence that hung in the air for quite a while. It was obvious what was both on our minds tho nothing was ever said.
We both sat there for quite a while in silence, knowing what was on each other’s minds. After a while I began feeling more aroused in her panties, feeling a naughty wet spot kissing the front of her silky soft white nylon briefs. I fantasized that we would have a talk about her giving me some of her underwear to keep and wear, perhaps even wear in front of her. One can only imagine what might have occurred had this even happened but I never thought beyond that point, just how intensely erotic it would be to do so.
Last edited date 10/29/2007
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