Getting caught

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Getting caughtThe first time Mom found her panties in my bed was the most intense. It was the first time she ever confronted me and this memory burns deeply within me even today. Mom’s bed had a headboard with two sliding doors on either side. I got in the habit of leaving Mom’s silky soft panties in there to sort of ‘save me the trip to go to my drawer to get them.’ But all along I was doing it so Mom could find them. I came home from church one Sunday and Mom confronts me as soon as I walk in the door. “Come in here, Dale. I have a bone to pick with you.” Mom is not angry or upset however, and almost seems amused, yet I can tell she is serious and something big is up as she beckons me into her bedroom where I slept. Immediately I knew she had found her panties and my body began to go into a state of mild shock I think. My heart started pounding thru my chest, my blood ran cold, my palms were sweaty and cold. I tingled inside and my head began to feel dizzy.Mom even closed the door after herself and urged me to sit down. I sat at the end of the bed and Mom stood before me. She had a bit of smile on her face and I could tell she was more than a little amused but also a little embarrassed by what she was going to bring up “This morning I was making your bed and while I was spreading the blanket it accidentally caught the handle on one of your doors and slid it open. I went over to close it and imagine my surprise! I found three panties in there! THREE panties!” My ears began ringing illegal bahis and I stared down at the floor. My blood pressure must have been soaring thru the roof. I felt like I wanted to pass out. In fact I DID want to pass out if only I could, just to get out of this situation. But I was cornered and there was no way out. Here was my moment of truth, the moment I had been building up to for months on end. I kept pushing and pushing. It wasn’t enough that Mom KNEW and said nothing, allowing me to continue dressing in her underwear. It wasn’t enough that Mom moved me into her bedroom so I could easily access her lingerie. It wasn’t enough that Mom still continued to parade around in front of me in her slip I HAD to have a confrontation and here it was. And brother, I had NO idea what to do with it!”What were they doing in there? And on top of the Bible! Were they praying?” she teased. I sort of smiled a bit at the comment but my body swelled with an intense flood of shame and humiliation. And Mom’s humorous teasing only served to make me feel even more uncomfortable, joking about her panties with me. I felt completely frozen in place, almost as if I were in a trance. It was an incredibly intense experience. Mom continued to use a little humor to break the ice. “Now how did my panties get there, Dale? They can’t walk!” she joked. Despite her attempts to get me to loosen up I continued to sit there in stunned silence, completely unable to speak.”What’s the matter, Dale? Cat got your illegal bahis siteleri tongue?” she coaxed. “How did my panties get there?” She waited for an answer but what on earth could I say??? “Mom, I put three panties in there because… …”??? There is no appropriate answer to that question. And even if there were I was too stunned to answer anyway. “Do you have an answer for me? She waited and the silence only increased my sense of dread and shame. “No answer? Well, I’ll give you some time to think about it.” With that she walked out of the room and into the kitchen.I sat there trying to grasp at ANY possible excuse, fabrication, lie or way to baffle her, as any teen would, but no a single thing came to mind. I was trapped. And yet, despite all my false bravado I’d rather tell her ANYTHING but the truth. And even if I did want to tell her, how could I? “Mom I like to wear your panties and masturbate with them” ??? Hardly!! How could I ever get the nerve up to say THOSE words? No, the only way I could possibly reveal anything is if Mom asked me specific yes or no questions. I wasn’t even sure if I could get the words out but at least I could nod yes or shake my head no.Mom came back in the bedroom. “Well, have you thought about it? Do you have an answer? What were you doing with my panties?” Her tone was little more direct and annoyed rather than teasing and coaxing. I could sense that she wouldn’t have to patience to drag it out of me little by little. And yet I was canlı bahis siteleri trapped. A boy just can’t possibly tell his own mother that he masturbates- and with her panties! This was more than I could handle. After several more attempts to an answer out of me Mom grew impatient and decided to offer up a phony excuse for me. “You know, when we were little k**s we used to put our Mother’s panties on our heads for good luck.”I was dumbfounded. Why on earth would she say this? It couldn’t possibly be true and what did it have to do with the present situation? “Is that why you were sneaking my panties? For good luck?” Mom was trying to exit this gracefully. She saw that she wasn’t going to get an answer and wanted to move along. “Is that it, Dale” My veins still felt like they had electric bolts flowing thru them. Mom decided to cut to the chase. “Well,” she said in a somewhat serious tone, “I don’t want you taking my panties anymore, ok?” I nodded my head- anything to get this painful experience over with. “No more sneaking my panties, understood?” she reiterated. I nodded once more and breathed a huge sigh of relief after she left. I got up, closed the door and sat on my bed dwelling on and reliving the experience over and over, repeating every word Mom said to me. It took hours for me to calm down and come out I felt completely embarrassed and humiliated by the experience. My deepest, darkest secret was finally out in the open. I felt very shameful and mentally kicked myself for having pushed things so far. What on earth was I thinking? What had I accomplished by this? I was so embarrassed I felt like I could never look Mom in the eyes again. This experience would fuel many of my thoughts going forth for years to come.

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