They were still cute. They were bunched in the back and satin all over and were a perfect match to the bra I had out. It then occurred to me that something was missing. I opened the drawer again and found that the panties I had placed on top were missing. Seriously? I just saw him not an hour ago and he already took another pair.
I went to put my towel in the laundry and everything looked different. I picked up my yoga pants and shirt I had on earlier, and low and behold, the panties he was wearing earlier were in there. I didn’t want to pick them up, but my hand moved on their own. I looked at the front of them and could see that there was a white residue left in them and on the outside.
I could feel my pussy getting damp, even though I wanted to be upset. He was wearing my panties and cumming in them, then leaving them for me to wash. I wondered how long this had been going on for. I wanted to confront him, but decided not to. I didn’t want to embarrass him.
I grabbed a short, flowing sun dress and slipped it on. I then went back into the bathroom and did my makeup and hair. I slipped on my 3″ wedges and headed out to the kitchen. My daughter was still in school. She had a few more days before she would be out for summer, then we were shipping her off to camp for a few weeks. She had a full schedule for summer and my son would be leaving for Europe next week.
I walked by my son’s room and peaked in. He was playing a game on his TV. I knocked and entered. I didn’t see any signs of the panties he had stolen.
“Hey, I thought we would head to the mall to get you some clothes for your trip. Why don’t you shower and get ready. Don’t take too long. I would like to be home before your sister gets home.”
“Ok mom, I’ll be ready in a few,” He said.
I went out to the family room and waited. About 20 minutes later he walked out of the hallway and said, “Let’s go.”
The mall wasn’t too busy yet. We made our way through the stores, picking through different summer sales. Even though we were there for him, I couldn’t help but buy a couple pairs of shoes. His arms were loaded carrying most of the bags, when we found ourselves in front of Victoria’s Secret.
I didn’t want to embarrass him, but as I started walking, he trailed right behind me. I picked up a tiny little thong in green that had a matching bra, then put it back down. I then went to another section and picked up a racy cheeky brief in the same color green.
“Those look nice Mom,” I heard him say.
I turned around, “You think so,” I said as I found my size in both the bra and panties. I decided to get a couple different styles in the panties. A full back and a thong.
We walked over to another section and I picked out another pair of panties. I am pretty sure I heard a gasp as I raised them up to look at them. I didn’t say anything. I grabbed the different styles they had and a bra and put it all in my bag.
“You should look at the nighties,” I heard him say as he was staring at the mannequin with a beautiful green satin nightie that went to its mid-thing.
“You think so?” I asked.
“Yeah, you should surprise Dad,” He said.
“Hmmm, Maybe I will.”
I started thinking about it, but before I changed my mind, I grabbed one in green and one in red, to match the panties and bras I had picked out.
“That should do nicely, don’t you think?” I asked him.
“Mmmm, yeah, I think so.”
I started walking towards the checkout counter. We had to go through the sexy part of the store. As we entered, I heard a muffled gasp. I looked over and saw a beautiful bustier with a g-string and garters dangling down. It matched the nightie I had in my bag. I was making a mental note to come back and get it, when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Dad would love to see that on you, I bet.”
I was going to turn around and tell him that he was being inappropriate, but I saw lust in his eyes. I could feel his eyes stripping me naked, watching as each garment was dropped to the floor. I could feel my panties getting damp, just from the way he was undressing me. I felt wanted, desired, like I was the only woman in the world at that moment.
I decided right then and there that I wanted to buy it, but I didn’t want him to see, so I politely asked him to wait outside and I would be out in a minute. I watched him walk away as I thought, “You are crazy, what are you thinking, He is your son. You shouldn’t be doing this!”
I put those thoughts out of my mind, telling myself I was buying it for my husband’s eyes. I walked over to the rack, found my size, and headed to the counter. I paid for everything, watched her pack it gently into the bag, and wink at me as she handed it to me. I thanked her and walked out of the store.
We walked down the hallways looking at this and that. I knew he was going crazy, but I wanted to tease him some more. We walked into Neiman Marcus and headed straight for the Women’s Department. I sent him on his way as we passed the men’s department, and I made my way to the dresses.
I looked around for about 35 minutes before my son found me. He had a couple shits and pants with him. I asked him to show me them, so he did. He then asked me to show him what I had found.
“Oh just a few things.” I said as I started pulling each dress off my arm.
“Have you tried them on yet?” He asked.
“Nope, guess I was just daydreaming.” I said.
“Well, you should try them on. You can model them for me.”
I laughed a little. “You don’t want to see your old mom in these?”
“Of course I do. You are the hottest mom around.” He retorted.
I knew I looked better than most of them, but best, probably not. It was sweet of him to say, and it really did melt my heart hearing him gush about me. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, but I couldn’t help it. Something was driving me to push this as far as I could take it.
I lead him over to the dressing rooms. “You should try that stuff on too, and make sure it fits.” I told him.
“Fine, but the men’s dressing room is way over there and I’ll miss seeing you in those dresses.” He said. He had kind of a sad looking face.