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I often wondered what would happen if Mom walked in on me while I was dressed in her underwear ever since the close call I had when I was 8. I was wearing her white nylon slip bra and panties. She came home while I was in her room. I closed and locked the door, changed and came out, claiming to have 'taken a nap'. I'm sure Mom saw right thru me and knew something was up. I was so tense it took me an hour to calm down from the adrenaline rush. From then on, I had a heightened sense of thrill, risk and danger while dressing in her panties and slips. I chose to remain in her room while dressing, as it was the only way to quickly change and get her things back. I guess I figured it was better for her to find me in her room empty handed rather than me in my room with her things. I HAD to get her things back, in order, or risk discovery. It never occurred to me to keep her things hidden in my room. I was too scared to even think of trying that! More and more, I fantasized about Mom catching me. It was a very naughty fantasy and I felt extremely shameful but the more aroused I got, the bolder my fantasy got. I imagined her catching me on her bed in an extreme state of arousal. At the brink of orgasm, I felt bold enough to stand my ground and show Mom my enjoyment of her panties. More truthfully, I would be so close to coming that would have to freeze in place, any move causing the light caress of nylon to send me over the edge. Having Mom walk in on me at this point when I was unable to hide or even move fueled many a naughty panty fantasy from the ages of 11-15, particularly when I started sleeping in her panties and slips. I always wondered if Mom could hear me at night.

This idea, this fantasy of getting caught by Mom began turning into a compulsion and was gaining momentum. The disturbing thing was that the wild daydreams were becoming bolder and more shocking and lately more
so than ever. It was one thing to feel good running around the house, feeling the silky sensual caress of nylon on my sensitive skin. I imagined that a woman must feel the very same way as I did, becoming sexually aroused at the mere feel of nylon underwear. Even the thought of it got me excited. What worried me now was the intense urge to expose my panty fetish to her. I had several opportunities a week to dress in her panties while she was out. What was there to really gain? I remember lying on my bed and masturbating in her panties while she was on the phone one day (Mom commonly chatted up a storm on the phone at times). Soon I began fantasizing about how I could possibly get caught by her. Should I be wearing her bra slip and panties or would panties alone do? In my room or hers? I had to rationalize and reason each part of the fantasy. It had to make sense, make it seem accidental. I would never have had enough nerve to walk out in front of her so she had to be the 'discoverer' walking in on me.

I began fantasizing about lying on Mom‘s bed in her slip, bra and panties and taking a nap in the afternoon. I would be taking my chances that Mom would walk in on me while I was asleep. This left getting caught beyond my control. I liked the idea of Mom catching me while I was asleep because it meant it was an accident, even though I had been planning these naughty escapades already for a few years. Because these were so carefully plotted I had to make them look completely accidental, as if I didn't want to get caught. I realized that the longer I laid in her bed waiting for her to come home, the more hot and bothered I would become. This meant there would be a huge hard on showing thru Mom‘s slip for her to see! This idea had me giddy and excited but I knew I didn't have that kind of courage.
Besides, both the idea of a nap, especially at that time of day, plus doing so in her bed made no sense, so I scrapped any serious idea of doing this, though I did continue to play on Mom‘s bed and would fantasize getting caught unexpectedly one day. I also plotted to take all of her silky panties, slips and bras and put them in my drawer for her to find. I imagined the surprise she would feel opening an empty drawer! Finding them all in my room would definitely lead to a long talk that I so separately wanted, even needed.

When I could take no more I pushed myself to realize this fantasy. I would let Mom walk in on me in my own bedroom while wearing a pair of her panties. I thought about wearing a slip as well but found that too bold. Panties would certainly accomplish what I sought to do. I wanted to let Mom know I was wearing her panties in the hopes of getting her approval to some degree; a slip would only increase the chance of a negative response. I reasoned that I could pretend to be 'changing', though I really had no reason to be doing so late in the afternoon when she came home. Of course, I would have to wait in my room and wait for her to walk in on me and make it look like I was just changing. I didn't want to spend too long waiting for her to come in. The longer I stood there the more awkward it would seem. She really had little reason to walk in my room during the day, unless she was putting away laundry, so I could be waiting minutes or even hours. I wondered if she might call out to see if I was home when she walked in. Would it be best to answer or not? How would I lead her into walking into my room?

Dressing in Mom‘s panties was a common occurrence by this time. I must have done so at least twice a week when she was at gram’s. I stood in my room many times in her panties imaging how it would go and hoping
she would walk in quickly while I was feeling so daring. Actually, it was all a big charade for me, pushing myself into situations where I could get caught. I had begun taking to walking into her room in her slip bra and panties while leaving my jeans and shirt in my room, daring Mom to walk in so quickly that she would trap me in her room before I could run into mine to change. As much as I fantasized getting caught in all reality I was terrified that it would ever happen.  But for all this fear the constant eroticism of masturbating to this fantasy led me closer and closer to enacting it. However, I feared that getting caught might lead to serious repercussions. If Mom reacted harshly I could be permanently putting an end to my wonderful panty play. This was a big risk to take.

I could never figure out what drove me to desire getting caught by Mom in her underwear. One would think I would be thrilled to just get away with it all on the sly and leave well enough alone. For some reason, the idea of having Mom see me in her underwear added an intense feeling of naughtiness that fueled the erotic element of my panty fantasy. Doing something so bold, so shocking, so terribly naughty drove many of my masturbation fantasies and I soon began imaging Mom seeing just at that heavenly moment when I was on the edge of coming. The idea of having Mom see me at the exact moment, not just merely seeing me in her panties, actually seeing me masturbate in her panties, drove me wild. Would I dare have the nerve to be stroking myself in her silky soft nylon panties while she walked in?
It was fun to think about but I was sure having the nerve to just continue standing there as I heard her walking closer would be all the bravery I could muster. Many ‘attempts’ simply led to masturbating long before Mom came home and thanking my lucky stars that I hadn’t dared do something so crazy as that. I always felt a horrible sense of shame, humiliation and repulsion after I had masturbated. I couldn’t imagine what drove me to wear Mom‘s panties and slips to masturbate with, let alone what led me to think getting caught by her seemed like such an alluring idea. Actually, it was much more than an idea. It was a compulsion. Despite my constant vows to never play with Mom‘s panties after my shameful masturbatory explorations into her underwear drawer, I could never keep myself from running to it once the thought entered my mind. Once mom knew, there would be no turning back. Would I regret it? What was I hoping for and what could I realistically expect? Ideally, Mom would accept my wearing her panties, even give me a pair to keep. Of course, this seemed extremely unlikely. Was I actually hoping deep down that Mom would have a long talk with me and force me to stop? This urge was almost as driven by my desire to talk about this peculiar fetish before it drove me crazy as by my delight in being a naughty panty boy.

After many failed 'trial runs' the day finally came. Mom was gone. I stripped out of my jeans and cotton briefs and ran into Mom‘s room. Standing there naked in her room, in front of the mirror- in front of her panty drawer waiting for the sensual feel of nylon on my smooth skin drove me onward. I opened Mom‘s underwear drawer and slowly went thru the pile of neatly folded white nylon panties until I found the pair I liked most. These were a little silkier than the others and made me feel so wonderfully aroused. I slid into them and instantly felt my slender penis tingle with delight. I ran into my room and began rehearsing what would happen over and over. What would Mom say? What would I say back? Would she be mad? Accepting? I began playing all of the possibilities over in my head. After standing in my room for around two hours I heard Mom come home. I froze in terror! Should I run and close my door? Strip and change into my jeans? Did I even have time to change out of her panties or should I just slide my jeans over her panties? How the hell would I sneak her panties back into her drawer? I had always got too excited not to masturbate long before Mom came home. Where would I hide her panties? Would she notice a pair of her panties missing from her drawer? I was dead! I steadied my resolve and decided to stay the course. Mom might not even come into my room so there might be time to back out if I changed my mind. My hard on went down a bit, the sexual tension being mixed with outright fear. I even began trembling a bit and felt cold, even though it was warm day.

Mom called out my name to see if I was home. I was too scared to say anything and froze in terror. Did I have enough nerve to stay still? Should I run to close the door and change quickly? I could always get caught some other time. NOT getting caught changed nothing, GETTING CAUGHT could change EVERYTHING. Was I really prepared to take the consequences for my actions? What was the best I could possibly hope for, anyway? At best, some sort of acceptance of my dressing in Mom‘s silky soft underwear. That, and, maybe, a pair of panties thrown in to boot! Here was the moment of truth.... By now it was too late to yell out to her from the bedroom. I had waited too long and it would seem somewhat awkward now. I would just have to steel my nerves and wait- and hopefully not for too long! The longer I had to stand in my room, the less smooth it would be. I wanted it to appear as if I was changing just as she came home. I heard Mom walk out of the kitchen and hoped she might walk into my room. I waited as my heart began pounding and my breath grew shallow. Instead she continued on into the front room and then I heard silence. Had she sat down? I might have to wait forever and with each second passing like an eternity I wasn't sure how much more of this excruciating tension I could take.

I thought about chickening out and began wondering what I would say to Mom about being in my room for so long. At this point I was more scared and cold than anything and my bulging hard on softened a bit, though it was still sticking out in the front of Mom‘s silky soft nylon panties. A few long minutes passed and I began to allow myself the luxury of fantasizing. I had chosen my favorite pair of Mom‘s silky nylon briefs for this occasion and they felt very good on my sensitive skin. I got a little more aroused when I imagined Mom walking in on me, smiling and letting me continue to parade around in front of her in panties. Such naughty thoughts, especially with Mom in the front room, made me even more erect in her silky panties. I loved how they felt on me and knew I always would.

My thoughts were immediately interrupted as I heard Mom walking back from the front room and then into the hallway! My heart stopped cold!! Was she going into her room? The bathroom? I heard her footsteps grow louder and knew that she was coming towards my room. A dull roar began filling my ears. I felt like I was going to faint. Mom walked in and immediately looked down at the silky soft white nylon panties on my body. She saw my huge hard on poking out in front of her panties and gasped. This moment filled me with an intense surge of shame, humiliation and embarrassment. I felt electrified, like a 1000 volts were flowing thru my body. Mom quickly pivoted and walked back
out of the room and into the kitchen. I was completely dumbfounded. What was I going to do now?? The moment I had waited so long for had come and passed in the blink of an eye. It was GONE! There was nothing I could do to make her re-enter my room. And I certainly couldn't muster the nerve to walk out in front of her. What justification would I have for walking out without any pants on? It was a fun fantasy but as ashamed and humiliated as I felt I was stuck in my room. I was too scared to think of anything so I just stood there. Minutes passed again and I wondered if Mom might come back in so I waited. Fifteen minutes passed and I knew Mom‘s intentions were to stay out and wait for me
to come out- with my pants on! I was afraid that if I did Mom would choose to ignore it and say nothing. The only way I felt I could draw a conversation out of her was to have her see me in her panties, not just merely know. I wanted a talk, a confrontation some sort of reaction, not silence. The longer I stood there the more I rolled things over in my mind. What if she didn't get a good look at me when she walked in and really didn't see that I was in her panties? I was certain she had looked down but she turned so quickly. If she didn't notice her panties on me then putting my jeans on would put an end to any possibility of discussion. But she HAD to know I was in her panties, didn't she? If she did know, then why wasn't she coming back in my room to talk to me about it? If not, I would have to let her see me again in her panties. I didn't want to wait another day for this. Either she walked in or I walked out but how could I accomplish this? There was no way I could make Mom walk in on me again but I could control what I did. It occurred to me that I would have to eventually return Mom‘s panties to her drawer at some point. If I could change in my room, dress and return them, though walking into Mom‘s room would call attention to me, as Mom could see her room from the kitchen. Maybe I could slip my jeans on and change out of Mom‘s panties in her room, letting her see me again in her panties. This was a tantalizing thought but I would not have the nerve to stay for long in her room and there was no guarantee she would walk right in behind me. Then I imagined simply walking into Mom‘s bedroom wearing her panties- no jeans at all. It was such a naughty thought but it meant the best chance that she might see me in her panties again. It sounded like Mom was at the stove and would facing the entrance of her bedroom so she would have to see me. I would have my back to her so I wouldn't know for sure if she did see me or not but I was sure she would.

I walked to the doorway and stood for minutes before I got the nerve to push myself into the hallway. Once I got going I didn't dare stop and I found myself standing in Mom‘s room with my heart pounding away! This was even more daring than allowing Mom to walk in on me. It required me to actually expose myself to Mom rather than just letting her walk in on me. What I had done was the boldest thing I had ever risked. It was the first time I ever acted in any way on my fantasy to walk out in front of Mom in her underwear.

Now that I was in her room though, I was scared to death! Now, not only was I in Mom‘s panties but also I was in her room where I had no business to be. I suddenly felt paralyzed with fear and completely unable to get up the nerve up again to walk back into my room. Walking back into my room meant that I would face the kitchen and perhaps see Mom looking back at me. I hadn't realized this when I was in my room. This was much harder than walking with my back to her. I felt completely trapped! I would have to eventually come out though; I sure couldn't stand in her bedroom for the rest of the night. Realizing it only got worse the longer I stayed I bolted back into my room. I tried not to look but thought I saw Mom at the stove out of the corner of my eye. Certainly, she would come into my room and talk to me now. I waited and prepared for a stern talk. Nothing. I waited some more. Still nothing. I couldn't think of anything else I could do, short of walking out into the kitchen, to get her to confront me. At least a half hour went by before I bolted back and forth one more time. Finally, Mom gave in and walked back into my room. I braced myself, knowing that was coming in to have 'the talk'. She walked in slowly and stood just inside the doorway. I was rather surprised to see that she had a bit of a smile on her face. This confused me, as I expected her to be angry. Most peculiar was that she pretended not to even notice I was standing there in her panties! This was absolutely unbelievable! If she really hadn't noticed the first time she certainly had to now. Was she k**ding or serious? I was beside myself with confusion. When would she look down and acknowledge that I was in her silky soft white nylon panties? What if she didn't say anything at all to me about her panties, knowingly or unknowingly?

She began some small talk with me. "So what's so interesting to look at that you’re in your room all day? It must be a good view." She said this in a teasing way, almost as if to allow me to have an excuse for standing there in my room for so long. The way she said it made me feel particularly uncomfortable and, embarrassingly, just a little bit more turned on in Mom‘s panties. Now that the moment was here I really didn't want a huge hard on poking out from the front of her panties but there it was, against my will. I couldn't stand the torture of standing there in Mom‘s panties making small talk with her. I was ready to burst inside! Here I was standing right in front of Mom in her panties and she still wouldn't react! What was it going to take to get Mom to say something? All of a sudden I felt a powerful feeling lunge up from deep in my gut and suddenly push out words that seemed to come from out of someone else's mouth. The roaring in my ears came back louder than ever, my blood ran cold and my heart nearly pounded thru my chest. I felt as if I was outside of my body, looking down at myself. I watched myself open my mouth and spit out the words, "Mom, I'm wearing your panties!" This moment hung in suspended animation as I felt a chill go thru my body. My knees became very weak and I almost fell to the floor. Somehow I stabilized myself but shook noticeably.

This stunned Mom and she froze, not knowing what to say. The smile came off her face as she looked down, pretending that she was noticing for the first time that I was in her panties. I felt very shameful as she looked at me, and as I looked down at the floor in shame I realized I still had quite an erection poking out from the front of her panties. This deeply embarrassed us both but I could tell there was sort of an amused look on Mom‘s face which puzzled me. The amusement turned to a forced frown as she simply said, "I see So you are. Well, get dressed."

I thought perhaps she meant to change back into my briefs first but decided instead to pull my jeans on over her panties right in front of her! I looked up at her as I did and she stared back at me speechless. I waited to see if she would say something but she didn't.

I was in the clear! I could wear Mom‘s panties right in front of her for the rest of the day and night! I wasn't going to go outside for anything now. Mom began making the bed, not knowing what else to do or say, so I decided to help her to show her some sort of silent thanks. I had really hoped for a good talk as well but being able to wear Mom‘s panties right in front of her with her knowing was very erotic to me and I felt myself swell within the confines of my jeans.

For the rest of the day I decided I would sit on the couch with Mom and watch tv. Sitting there in her silky soft nylon panties with her was very arousing. The sensuous feel of Mom‘s silky panties already was producing a huge boner. Coupled with the fact that Mom was sitting just a foot away knowing full well that I was in her panties made the experience extremely erotic. I was so aroused in Mom‘s panties I could feel a small wet spot in her panties. I had never stained Mom‘s panties before and was afraid this might be the first time.

I began to imagine what would eventually happen. At first, I thought about how I would return them. I had always snuck Mom‘s panties (and returned them) when she wasn't home. I had never had a problem like this, however. Could I dare just get up at some point, march into her room and change out of her panties, putting them back in her drawer? Somehow walking into Mom‘s bedroom seemed out of the question, even if I did have a reasonable (if naughty) excuse for being there. Then the obvious hit me! With Mom knowing I was in her panties that meant I could actually wear her them to bed! I was extremely excited about this, especially because it meant this would be the first time I ever spent the night in Mom‘s panties. Maybe I could even keep these panties! After all, Mom never asked me to take her panties off. I loved toying with this idea and played out all the options. If I did 'keep' them, I would have to eventually put them in the hamper. What guaranty would I have that Mom would put them back in my drawer? I hated the idea of getting as far as this only to end up 'giving back' her panties. Even if she were inclined to let me keep them, would she even know which panties to put back? Could I possibly confront her and ask for her silky panties? What if she put the wrong ones back? Should I just accept whatever she put there and let it go at that? No, I purposely wore her silkiest panties and if she were going to let me keep a pair then these would be the ones. I fantasized about sneaking the 'correct' panties out of her drawer and how naughty that would be. Then I took the fantasy a step further. If Mom put a pair of her panties in my drawer, that obviously meant she had no trouble with me wearing and keeping her panties. That should give me the right to just march into her room, with her home, and exchange the panties for the correct ones. Of course, the effort would be wasted if Mom had no idea so I would have to let her see me do so. Maybe it would just be easier to bring it to her attention if this happened. "Mom, thanks for giving me a pair of your silky panties but you gave me the wrong ones!" I would have a field day with this, showing her the 'wrong' and 'right' panties. Being able to go into Mom‘s drawer with her knowledge and acceptance got me very hot and bothered and I began to squirm uncomfortably on the couch.

The state of constant arousal was extremely pleasant- at first! Not being able to fondle the silky soft panties I was wearing began to be more and more of a torture than anything. I began to feel flush and wondered how much of this I could take. I got up and went into the kitchen so I could gain a little privacy. As I walked past Mom I could feel myself move around in her silky nylon briefs and this, in turn, caused a bulging hard on in the front of my jeans. I turned red with embarrassment and tried to turn a little sideways as I scurried past Mom. I'm sure she noticed my awkwardness.

Once in the kitchen I sighed with relief but wondered how I would be able to walk by Mom again with a boner sticking out. Certainly, I would have to pass Mom several times throughout the course of the evening. As bad as it was having Mom know that I was wearing her panties, it was much worse having her see me enjoying myself in them. I felt extremely naughty and embarrassed and thought I had really gotten myself into trouble this time. As I worried about my predicament, my hand slowly slid down to the waistband of Mom‘s panties without me even realizing it. This only served to turn me on even more and I felt a wet spot on the tip of my penis. I heard Mom get up so I nervously hurried back into the front room again and sat down. I began to ache for release from this torture. The feeling of Mom‘s silky soft nylon panties was so sensual I could barely stand it. I continued to squirm and began plotting how I could possibly masturbate with Mom home. Could I DARE sneak off into my bedroom to do it? The only time I ever did such a naughty thing was one day when I was sick in bed and she was on the phone for a while. More importantly she didn't know I even wore her panties at the time, let alone that I was wearing them right in front of her. If I snuck into my room to masturbate on the bed Mom would surely hear me. I was already too embarrassed to even be sitting there with Mom in her panties. Masturbating with her knowing what I was up to would be more than I could take.

But would I be able to hold off till bedtime? If I did I could triumphantly cum in them and proudly proclaim that they were mine- my first pair of women's panties. And though it was covert, they would be a gift from Mom- panties that Mom let me have, wanted me to have for my very own! I wondered if Mom would even notice the cum stains in her- I mean MY panties while tossing them into the washing machine. All of this only succeeded in making me even more aroused, if that were possible. I squirmed some more and had to escape to the bathroom. I closed the door and pulled down my jeans to look at the image in the mirror. Seeing Mom‘s panties on my slender, hairless body excited me
and my boner poked out noticeably in the front of the soft nylon panties. I pulled them out a bit to look at the swollen head of my cock. It was a reddish color and had a very shiny, glossy appearance. This only occurred when I was very aroused and on the verge of coming. Just then a tiny droplet of precum made its way to the tip. I pulled the panties over my rod and admired the little stain they left on Mom‘s white panties.

I thought about masturbating in the bathroom but realized what I felt like immediately after masturbating. Each and every time for years now, as soon as I finished coming, I would be flooded with feelings of guilt, shame, embarrassment and repulsion. I would question my sanity and fight to understand what drove me to do these naughty things. I felt like I was the only person on earth like this and it was truly driving me crazy. No, if I masturbated in the bathroom, my fantasy would be over and I would be horrified at my actions. Sitting in front of Mom in her panties, torturous though it was, was preferable to sitting in sinful shame for the rest of the evening. Worse yet, how could I possibly change into my briefs without Mom suspecting what I was doing? With the ensuing sense of repulsion, it was absolutely impossible for me to keep Mom‘s panties on after I had come. The idea of doing so in her presence mortified me. I was stuck!

I went back out to the couch and mull over my predicament. On the one hand I reveled in the major triumph I had accomplished. Not only had Mom caught me in her silky soft white nylon panties but she was actually LETTING me wear them in front of her! Of course, I didn't get 'the talk' I was hoping for but maybe she was thinking of what to say as we sat there. Of course, I could not dare bring up the subject so I had to wait for her. Somehow, a deep part of the psychology of all this was that Mom be the one to catch me. This all started when I almost got caught in her slip, bra and panties at the age of 8. Since that time, a big part of the thrill was the risk of getting caught. Of course, I was scared to death to have this actually happen but I admit it was a lot of fun reflecting on the many times I heard Mom‘s car pull up outside while I would be playing in her panties. So concerned was I about getting caught, I spent half of my time running back and forth to peek out the front room window to see if her car had pulled up. My heart would jump into my throat and adrenaline would course thru my veins whenever I saw the green Chevy and I would bolt to her bedroom, stripping as I ran to race her. After almost getting caught, I had practiced this routine many times. I would diligently unfold Mom‘s panties and slips slowly and carefully every time I would raid her drawer.

After a while I got to be quite an expert at it and could do it rather quickly- especially when I had to! Paramount was getting Mom‘s underwear NEATLY folded and back into her drawer, leaving not the least hint of a clue that she could suspect. There was many a time afterward that I would agonize that I had put a pair of panties back the wrong way, with the crotch up instead of the waistband and would begin fearing that Mom would notice and say something to me. She seemed to prefer them waistband up and facing the left. I was certain that Mom, being a naturally suspicious type, would notice such little details, especially because everything was always so neatly folded. Not just her
underwear, mind you, but all the laundry. She spent a great deal of time with the laundry and still ironed a good deal of it. Once I had her underwear back, I could get dressed. A had a few close calls when I was busier enjoying the silky sensations of Mom‘s nylon underwear than listening for her car. I escaped narrowly by running across the hall into the bathroom to finish dressing and swore I would be more careful from then on. The bold risk of getting caught added a lot fuel to this already raging fire and as my obsession for playing about in Mom‘s panties, slips and bras, grew, so did my naughty panty fantasies. At first, preparing for Mom to come home and practicing escape plans was a smart thing. No matter how carefully I prepared though, there was always the chance of getting busted, which would have been the end of the world as far as I knew. The constant fear of getting caught was only superseded by my intense compulsion to feel Mom‘s silky panties on my body. These two elements, fear and erotic pleasure, were coupled together and I spent almost as much time checking for Mom as I did lying on the bed and rubbing myself in ecstasy.

At first when I began sneaking panties at the age of 6 there was always someone home. I would lock myself in the bedroom, quickly strip, pull the panties on, lie down and rub myself to an orgasm. Because of  the circumstance, I was rarely in panties for more than 5 minutes (nor did I need to be as the sensation of nylon panties was more than I could handle. When I first got to sneak Mom‘s panties when no one was home, I still couldn't last long in them before losing control and fondling myself to a dry orgasm. As I got older, however, despite the onset of puberty, I was able to gain some control over my intense fetish for Mom‘s silky underwear and would tease myself, both physically and mentally. I would lie on Mom‘s bed and rub myself, but instead of letting go immediately as I had once done, I fought the urge and stopped as I got close to coming. This was especially important as I reached puberty because I could now stain Mom‘s panties and that would be the end of all my pleasure, or so I thought. The teasing and sexual fantasies began to make me feel not only incredibly aroused beyond belief but a lot bolder, too! I explored many ideas but one that
seemed to be an underlying theme was 'what if I got so wrapped up fantasizing and teasing myself in Mom‘s panties that I don't hear her come in and she catches me rubbing myself on the bed?' Sometimes I would lose myself in fantasy and turn around just to make sure Mom wasn't standing there looking at me. The more I teased myself the hotter I got and I even got the point where I was so aroused I wouldn't be capable of stopping, even if Mom WAS right there! This idea both scared me and aroused me. At a certain point when I was on the brink of orgasm and unable to turn back, there was nothing that was going to keep me from coming, no matter what. Yet the idea of Mom seeing me at this precious moment mortified me. These two urges, not getting caught and bringing myself off would fight for dominance in my mind each and every time, but the erotic power of Mom‘s silky soft white nylon panties would win out every time. After I would climax I would thank my lucky stars that this 'pantasy' never came to fruition.

I soon began to realize the difficult position I had put myself in. This was the first time I ever wore Mom‘s panties for an extended period. I usually was home alone after school for no more than two hours which was more than enough time to overexcite myself with her panties. Now I was swollen beyond belief with excitement and couldn't do anything about it! Adding to all this was the eroticism of Mom KNOWING I was wearing her panties in front of her. Now I had to sit next to her with her silky soft white nylon panties under my jeans for the rest of the night. At first it was a lot of fun being aroused in Mom‘s panties in right in front of her but this soon began to turn into sheer agony! I certainly didn't need to reach down and fondle myself to be this aroused. Just the silky soft feel of that thin layer of nylon was enough get me damp in her panties. Even just the awareness of it made me feel so electrified. The longer I sat there with Mom in the room, though, the more I lost my fear and began to feel comfortable there in her panties. However, the more I relaxed the more I focused on the sensation of Mom‘s silky panties and became even more aroused in her panties. By not being able to touch myself in her silky briefs, the more I wanted to massage my aching hard on. Never before had pleasure been so fused with torture!

I could hardly wait for bed time. When a suitable time came along I said good night to Mom. I could tell a lot was on her mind- or rather just one thing on her mind a LOT! She absent-mindedly said good night and I slinked off to bed, knowing that we both knew what was on our minds. When I got in my room I unbuttoned my jeans and began to pull down my zipper. My bulging hard on poked out from the top of my jeans, eager for the room. My cock tingled as I slid my jeans down over Mom‘s silky panties. This aroused me even more and a naughty wet spot appeared at the head of my dick and oozed out onto Mom‘s panties.

I felt unusually aroused not only because I had been essentially teasing myself in Mom‘s panties in front of her for the past four hours, but also because I felt a deep, deep shame like I had never felt before. My secret was out to Mom and she would forever know I wore her panties. I still feared repercussions and knew I would walk around on eggshells waiting for her to say something about it after she had given it enough thought. It would always be so embarrassing looking Mom in the eyes and know that we both knew, even when I wasn't wearing her panties! She would always wonder if I was- which got me thinking again about how long I could get away with this. If I went to bed in Mom‘s white nylon panties I would certainly wake up in them and there would be no reason to take them off. I hopped into bed and fantasized about what Mom‘s acquiescence would lead to. As I pulled the thin blanket over my head, my dick brushed up against the smooth fabric of Mom‘s silky soft panties and the sensation of sliding against her panties was more than I could take. My 12-year-old body began shaking and bucking from all the excitement. My dick twitched and oozed a load of semen like I had never done before. It was the best orgasm of life up to this point in my life (and I had already been masturbating for 6 years at this point!). I continued to ooze sperm for what seemed like minutes and the pleasure was beyond belief. I was in total ecstasy and remained so till I drifted off to sleep. I am sure I had some sweet panty dreams that evening but I can't recall for sure. All I know is I woke up feeling very aroused and VERY
naughty!