Mom, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be doing it. I know it's wrong. I just couldn't help it when I saw it sticking out in the laundry. I really appreciated that you didn't mind me spending a few days with you after graduation, and I hadn't meant to go through your stuff.

But, I found myself frozen when I was putting my laundry in after dinner. When I felt the soft, lacy fabric between my fingertips, it was like a moth drawn to a flickering flame. I picked it up and I'm embarrassed to admit, I inhaled it deeply, letting the wet fabric touch my nose and mouth. The sweet, musky aroma of your body, still slightly damp, left behind on it made me so hard, I thought I would cum hard, right there in the laundry room.

God, it was just too much. Why were your panties wet? Had you been touching yourself with them still on you? Had the fabric been running between the lips of your pussy as two fingers plunged inside, rubbing yourself until you were happy? What did you dream about?

I swear I didn't mean to steal them that evening. I remembered to put them back the next day. I'm not sure if you noticed them missing.

But I have to come clean about what I did with them. The next day, when you were making my favorite dinner - the short rib ragu I so love with pasta, humming to music, working hard in the kitchen. I was in my room with them, your panties.

I had found the perfect video to watch, one of a confident young man with an older woman, sitting on the couch while she climbs on top of him. She looks like him, the same messy brown hair, the same facial structure. Almost like a mother and son. I grasped my cock, rock hard as I licked the panty cream that I imagined I could still find on them, until it was soaked with my saliva. Sucking on it as I watched this young man let his stepmother lower herself onto her son's waiting mouth, his muscled arms reaching up to grasp her curvy thighs.

I came hard that evening, ropes of cum flying as I watched this mature woman groan with her young lover. Her thighs quivering as she ground his face into her pussy. Her eyes never left his.

When I came for dinner, you knew something was wrong. My face was still red from the exertion. I kept trying to avert my gaze from yours as you spooned the steaming pasta into my bowl. You'd worn that low cut dress that looked so beautiful on you, and even worn jewelry I hadn't seen since dad left. The music was perfect, slow and seductive.

No woman as beautiful as you deserved to be alone.

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Kinks : romance, incest, sub/dom (full list), Limits : snuff/scat/violence