A pantasy- sleeping in Mom's underwear

I had been wearing Mom's panties to bed since I was 12. It made for an eventful evening not filled with much sleep as you can imagine. I loved walking out for breakfast in the morning in my pjs and her panties and sitting across the table from her knowing what I was wearing underneath. I would even rock my legs back and forth under the table causing my already stiff boner to nudge up against the nylon and excite me even more. Often I would leave the table not only with a very stiff boner but some wet spots in her panties as well. I have a feeling Mom caught onto what I was doing because a few times she told to stop swinging my legs. She seemed a bit pointed and embarrassed so I think she suspected.

I hated taking her panties off before I went to school but there was no way I could risk being caught in panties by my friends. This would ruin me. Soon the whole neighborhood would know and I wouldn't be able to show my face. Imagine pleading with Mom and Dad to move because.... well, what excuse could I give them? And I doubt they would simply move out of the neighborhood because I asked them to!

The biggest problem was that I didn't know what to do with Mom's panties now. Usually when I snuck them before it was when Mom wasn't home. I couldn't take much more than 30 minutes in her panties until I masturbated. Then I would fold her panties neatly and slip them back in her drawer. Of course, afterward I felt embarrassed and ashamed for being so naughty.

But now that I was wearing them to bed I had didn't have the chance to put them right back in her drawer anymore. Hiding them in my room was fraught with risk. Mom was very snoopy and was certain to find them in my room. I couldn't take that chance. It certainly meant punishment and an end to my panty fun. Still the risk involved in getting caught always added to the excitement and arousal. However, as a result of not being able to put Mom's panties back immediately I rarely wore them to bed at this time. That would soon change.

At 13 Dad's bad back got even worse. He decided to make his own traction device for his back, a simple thing involving a pulley and a weight. He wanted to attach it to their bed. Mom threw a fit and said it would ruin their nice bed. Dad insisted he needed it for his back.

Mom came up with a solution. She had been sleeping on the couch for several years because of a neck injury so she decided to simply have my Dad and me swap bedrooms. All of his clothes would go into my room and my clothes would go into theirs. Of course, this meant that the only things in the bedroom were a dresser with Mom's clothes, a dresser for mine and a nice, big comfy bed. Now that I look back on things I have a funny feeling Mom was aware of my panty fetish and was aware that she was helping me out with this move.

This gave me the ideal situation for sleeping in Mom's panties. I could play all night in them then put them away in the morning when I was done with them. (Or in the middle of the night if I couldn't make it that long!) ;-) I spent many sleepless nights playing about. It was very difficult to make it all the way thru to the morning at first but I got very good at teasing myself right to the edge and then stopping. I would do this for hours until I would either nod off or push it just a little too far. This meant pulling Mom's panties quickly away from my squirting penis. Much as I wanted to cum in Mom's panties I didn't dare take the chance. I would be stuck putting them in the laundry for Mom to find and I was certain if she found cum stained panties it would be the end of my panty fun.

Soon I began wearing her full slips to bed as well and I even ended up wearing her 34B padded bras for effect so that I could be dressed the same way as Mom was when she went to bed on the couch. I spent so much time in her panty drawer that I knew what she was wearing on any given day by checking the drawer and hamper. Often, I would try to wear the exact same matching panties, bra and slip to bed so that both of us were feeling the exact same silky feeling of her lingerie.

*** Pantasy

This went on for months but then something very odd occurred. I was in bed, wearing the same bra, slip and panties that Mom was wearing. Mom came in my room and told me Dad had fallen asleep on the couch and asked if she could sleep with me. I was horrified!!! How could I say yes? It would certainly mean being discovered in Mom's underwear! I tried to protest but Mom would have none of it, saying she couldn't sleep in that bed with the traction device. She didn't really wait for me to give my approval when she climbed under the covers.

I laid there for what seemed an eternity, aroused beyond belief in her silky panties and slip but unable to do anything about it! How would I last thru the night? The urge to touch myself was powerful and yet I couldn't with Mom right next to me! Even if she fell asleep I couldn't risk it because she was always such a light sleeper. The idea of being caught touching myself was far too embarrassing to risk- and it would, no doubt, lead to being caught in her underwear. Getting caught masturbating would be bad enough but to be caught doing so in Mom's underwear would be mortifying!

I finally fell asleep somehow but was wakened in the middle of the night when Mom rolled over and her hand actually came to rest on my slip!!! Oh my god! NOW what was I going to do? What if she wakes up and realizes I'm in her underwear?? "I'm dead!" I thought to myself. Mom stirred a bit and actually nudged my penis thru the two layers of silky nylon. I couldn't help myself and my boner swelled, pushing back at her hand. Wet spots began to form. What was I to do?

Just then Mom woke up, Her fingers curiously probed my slip and then all of sudden her voice rang out in the dark. "Dave!!! Are you wearing my SLIP?!?!?" Oh my god, I wanted to die right then! BUSTED! What was I to say? No I wasn't??? "Oh my goodness! You ARE aren't you?! What on Earth?"

I thought Mom was going to be furious with me and I waited for her to start yelling. Instead there was a long pause and then she did something that surprised me to no end. She actually began to rub her silky slip over the panties I was wearing!! I let out an involuntary moan. What was happening to me? I felt like I was in the middle of a dream. This couldn't be reality- lying in bed in matching slips bras and panties and having Mom feel me up.... I felt almost nauseous. It was just too weird for me. Mom actually masturbating me in her underwear? I just couldn't take it any more so I pushed her hand away. Mom was strong tho and pushed back. I didn't want to cum tho. It would be much too weird for me. I already felt intense guilt, shame and humiliation after I masturbated in her underwear but that would be nothing to how I would feel if I let Mom continue. I pushed her hand away, forcefully. We struggled for a few minutes but then she finally gave up. Nothing was said and we fell back asleep.

I woke up in the morning. Mom was already up and having her morning coffee. I felt so ashamed. Mom knew I wore her underwear now. How could I face her ever again? And then with what happened in bed.... Was it real or just a dream I had? She couldn't possibly have tried to fondle me in her underwear! That just wasn't possible. How could a mother do such a thing to her son? No, it just wasn't real. I couldn't accept it. I was very confused when I got up. I felt ashamed to be wearing Mother's underwear and stripped out of it. However, the guilt, shame and humiliation would not go away once I was out of her things. I stayed in my room for a while but knew I would eventually have to come out.

When I did I went into the kitchen to have breakfast. Mom was sitting there with her coffee cup. It didn't help that she was in her white bra, slip and panties. I tried to avoid her eyes at all cost. I sat there with my head down and the silence between us was deafening. There was no way we could both ignore what had occurred the night before tho I prayed that somehow it would never be brought up again.

"I want you to get dressed after you eat. We're going somewhere." I nodded in silence.

Well, I thought, so far so good. Maybe she wasn't going to say anything about the incident. I hurried thru breakfast and got dressed. Mom had gotten dressed in the meantime and when she saw that I was ready she got up and headed for the door with her car keys and small bag in her hand. I followed her out in silence.

We rode without saying a word for sometime until we arrived in front of a home. I was unfamiliar with this location and wondered where we were. We got out and Mom walked up to the door clutching the small bag in her hands. A lovely, matronly woman about 50 answered the door. She was thin and somewhat attractive with nice features. She wore a semi-sheer white blouse and I could see her lacy bodice thru it. This began to arouse me.

"Come in. I've been expecting you." We followed her in and sat down. Mom began "I'm beginning to get a little worried about Dave and I think something should be done."

"Ah, I see. Well, yes, I think we can take care of things for you," was the woman's reply. I felt so odd, being talked about without having a clue as to what was going on. The woman got up and asked me to follow her. Mom came along. We went into a room. The woman took the bag from Mom and handed it to me. "Here, change into this and please don't keep us waiting!" she said in a rather firm manner handing me the bag. They both walked out and closed the door. I was very nervous and afraid of what was going on. It was all so mysterious. My hands were shaking as I opened the bag. Inside I found something that made my eyes bulge out of my head and made my heart skip several beats. It was the white bra, slip and panties that I had worn to bed last night!!!! What on Earth was going on here??? This strange woman had instructed me to change into THIS?? My Mom's underwear??? I couldn't... I just couldn't.

I stood there shaking and confused for several minutes when there was a knock at the door. The woman came in before I could even say to or not. She stopped immediately and I could sense her disappointment that I had not changed. Her look said everything. She marched up to me and began to unbotton my shirt. Then she took it off, along with my undershirt, shoes, socks and pants. I was down to my cotton boy briefs and feeling very embarrassed. "Turn around!" I was instructed. I did as I was told and the woman slid my boy briefs down my legs. She gathered my clothing and walked out of the room. "I will be back in five minutes and I DON'T want to see you naked!"

I knew she meant it- and I did not like the idea of her seeing me naked either! But now that she had my clothes what was I to do? The only thing left to wear was... Mom's underwear!!! My head was spinning from all that was going on. Do I stay naked and disobey her? Or do I put on my Mom's underwear to at least have something on when she came back. As humiliating as it was, I decided it made more sense to be seen in Mom's panties than completely naked so I slid them up my legs. I was shaking now, head to toe. I felt cold even tho it was a hot summer's day. After a while I began to focus on the cool, silky panties and how good they felt. My boner slid up a bit in them. Soon it was all I could think about and I began to touch myself a bit. It felt sooooo good. All I could think about was Mom's silky underwear, consumed in a state of nylon bliss. I even put her slip and bra on and modeled in front of the mirror that was in the room.

I was in my own little world when all of sudden the door opened. I froze! I had almost forgotten about my situation. The woman walked in and I tried to turn sideways and let my hands drop in front of me to cover my naughty little nylon covered boner. I felt very humiliated standing in front of a strange women while wearing my Mom's underwear. It was very embarrassing. Mom walked in behind her, which only served to increase the embarrassment and shame. But then someone else walked in- wearing an identical white bra slip and panties. It was a ..... man!!!!

He closed the door behind him and the three of them stood there looking at me. it felt so humiliating to have them all looking at me. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die! Mom led "I'm a bit concerned about Dave and think he needs to be taught a bit of a lesson."

The man, also wearing Mom's underwear walked up to me and reached out his hand to begin fondling me thru Mom's silky slip. I backed away but as I did I fell back into the chair that was behind me. He got on his knees and began to fondle my slip and rub it lightly over my panties as Mom and the strange woman watched. I tried to fight off his hand, as I did with Mom the night before, but he was too strong. He kept rubbing and caressing me thru the slip. I tried to push his hand away and did so several times but he forcefully pushed it back and kept massaging me gently. I noticed that the woman was also taking pictures of this or even filming it. I felt so embarrassed.

The whole time my boner got stiffer and stiffer and wet spots formed all over the front of Mom's silky panties. I tried to fight him off. "Nooooooooo... please don't. Don't!!! Please stop it!!" I kept pleading with him but he would have none of it. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. A strange man dressed in Mom's lingerie was masturbating me in front of Mom and another woman! Finally my body began bucking violently and I began gushing a huge flood of semen all over Mom's panties. It flooded them. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful and I pushed his hand away one last time but he forced it back and continued to milk me until I could cum no more.

I was exhausted... drained.... I had never felt pleasure so intense. The three of them walked out of the room in silence and left me there. As the sexual eroticism drained out of my body I began to be flooded with all sorts of intense feelings of shame, guilt and humiliation. I wanted to jump out of my skin. I sat there in wet panties for what seemed like an eternity as the shame just overwhelmed me.

The woman came back in the room and handed me my clothes and instructed me to get dressed. I was eager to get out of Mom's underwear but soon noticed the did not return my boy shorts. I asked her about this and she firmly said "Wear the panties that you have on!" "But they're all wet!" I pleaded. "Good! They will make you think about what you have just done on the long ride home."

We left the home, Mom saying something to the woman on the way out. I was beside myself with shame to hear what was being said and couldn't wait to get home. The ride home seemed like it took twice as long. Most of it was in silence but half way there Mom simply said "I hope you learned your lesson now."

I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. What was I to say? What lesson was I to learn? Somehow I felt broken, that Mom had used her underwear to humiliate me and show me that she was in charge. In the months to come, I soon found out that I had to do what ever Mom said or she would threaten me with going back to that house. After a while she didn't even need to mention it and would just give me a look. I made sure all my chores were down and my grades were good. I didn't dare take the chance of her bringing me back there again!