Mom stole my panties
This is a true story about my Mom and panties, but in this case focusing more on *my* panties.
After splitting up with my GF (the most committed relationship I've had, we were talking about marriage but a few months later she left me) I was devastated. When I finally started desiring sexual gratification again, I was faced with the problem of not having my GF. I could have hired an escort, but didn't feel ready for that yet.
So naturally my sex drive was directed back to my first love: women's silky panties. But not having my GF also meant not having access to her delicates.
This is when I started my current collection by buying the panties I wanted from stores and the Internet. Browsing the 'net frequently for panty content I noticed Victoria's Secret Second Skin Satin panties. They looked so soft, silky, feminine and seductive, and they were full cut, my favorite style. Perfect for me, in other words. Coupled with the fact satin panties are hardly ever produced and sold in my country (Argentina), my desire for these treasures I could not get grew steadily.
I had never bought anything online, from overseas, and least of all panties. But eventually I figured it out, got the courage and went for it. Two pairs: one in a golden color and another one soft pink. I liked the texture of the golden ones the best, these were hot, but the other ones, being soft pink, looked so feminine.
Of course these new "toys" of mine, being rare in my situation, became my most treasured playthings. I would enjoy them so much over the following months while acquiring additional items for my collection. Sources for new items were local stores, and Mom.
My relationship with Mom was turbulent at the time, a situation that lasted a couple of years. We would alternate between being OK and not on speaking terms periodically.
This dynamic between my Mom and me has always been important for the formation and development of my panty fetish. Many times my lust for her panties was increased by my desire for retaliation when I got mad at her.
It was in this context when I started sneaking into Mom's home and stealing from her panty drawer. The act of revisiting the origins of my fetish combined with finding new exciting additions also helped me overcome the fear of facing the consequences to my actions, for she would surely find out about her missing panties.
For quite some time nothing happened or was said. Then one day, with Mom and me being on good terms, I accepted her offer for her to come to my home and help me tidy up.
It was a work day so by the time I got home she had been there for a while. We moved some things around, had dinner and then she left.
I can't remember how long it took me but after some time of being unable to find some of my panties I wanted to use during my following sessions, I realized those panties were missing. But what really surprised me (and ultimately made me very mad) was the fact that it was my Mom who stole them from me, as she was the only person who had had a window of opportunity (I would religiously hide my stash from my maid at that time) and a foreknowledge of my panty fetish.
I was outraged. Someone stole my most cherished items. And it was my Mom, of all people! At the time it felt like just another bad thing she had done to me, during this period of troubled relationship. And to top it all, I went through a lot to get those panties: overcoming shame, exposing myself, learning how to buy online from overseas, spending quite a lot of money... I couldn't replace those panties easily, besides, they were unique for me!
I was so mad I couldn't realize at that time that what she did to me was similar to what I had done to her several times. I had stole panties from her in various occasions. I had invaded her privacy, taken things from her without her permission and kept them for myself. The difference was, most of what was associated with me getting panties didn't apply to her: she was a woman, she could walk into any lingerie store, browse freely and buy whatever items she wanted without exposing herself and being embarrassed. She didn't have the need to work out the intricacies of buying online and having the panties shipped to her home from overseas. But of course, she still had to spend money and it was possible some models of the panties I stole from her would not be available in stores anymore.
It was only after some time I was able to weigh in all these factors when thinking about this incident. There was also the fact that it was her own son who stole her most intimate apparel for sexual gratification, and she knew that.
But at the time my anger felt so intense, I couldn't see any of this. On the contrary, it compelled me to suddenly call her on the phone and talk about what had happened. I felt I couldn't let her get away with this, or at least not without her having to face the music.
When she picked up and asked how I was, in an angered voice I told her I was mad at her because she stole my panties (!!)
I believe she got the shock of her life and only replied "What?!"
I continued my rant, confronting her for taking my stuff behind my back. At first she denied it, telling me how could I imagine such a thing. But I was relentless and after a while, I think she couldn't take it anymore and said "alright, I took them, what do you want me to do?"
"I want them back", of course.
"OK, I'll give them back to you" and she hung up.
There were so many things going through my mind after that conversation, I can't remember all of them, but I do recall I felt relief.
A few days later we met, I can't remember where, but there were other issues to talk about. At some moment she produced a small bag and put it on the table telling me "here's the stuff". She couldn't bring herself to say the words "panties" to me, in person.
Back at my home I inspected the bag and found my missing panties. But there was one pair still missing: the soft pink VS Second Skin Satins. At this point my feelings were a mix of anger, relief and satisfaction, but for the first time I was able to take her feelings into consideration. It wasn't actually fair I got away with stealing panties from her without her reacting or confronting me. And when I confronted her about the situation reversed, she relented and also did not ask me to return her panties. Which she could have rightfully done. But didn't.
I'm of the mind that most things that happen to us and we don't like are a consequence of our actions or inaction. She could have demanded her panties back from me. But she didn't. I, on the other hand, did and got my panties back. But we're different people and she was my Mom, and I felt bad for her. Maybe the confrontation with her son about such a taboo subject was too much for her she was willing to relent in order to end the matter. But she took one of my rare and most liked pairs of panties out of the deal. I have no idea if she wears them, uses them for sexual gratification (another big speculative subject in itself), if she contents herself just with having them or if she threw them away finding some satisfaction in the fact she got them from me.
After thinking long about the situation and considering all of this, I decided not to demand from her the pair she kept from me. I didn't want to lead her again through a situation she was obviously not comfortable with. It wouldn't have felt right. Or fair. In fact I think I still owe her.
After splitting up with my GF (the most committed relationship I've had, we were talking about marriage but a few months later she left me) I was devastated. When I finally started desiring sexual gratification again, I was faced with the problem of not having my GF. I could have hired an escort, but didn't feel ready for that yet.
So naturally my sex drive was directed back to my first love: women's silky panties. But not having my GF also meant not having access to her delicates.
This is when I started my current collection by buying the panties I wanted from stores and the Internet. Browsing the 'net frequently for panty content I noticed Victoria's Secret Second Skin Satin panties. They looked so soft, silky, feminine and seductive, and they were full cut, my favorite style. Perfect for me, in other words. Coupled with the fact satin panties are hardly ever produced and sold in my country (Argentina), my desire for these treasures I could not get grew steadily.
I had never bought anything online, from overseas, and least of all panties. But eventually I figured it out, got the courage and went for it. Two pairs: one in a golden color and another one soft pink. I liked the texture of the golden ones the best, these were hot, but the other ones, being soft pink, looked so feminine.
Of course these new "toys" of mine, being rare in my situation, became my most treasured playthings. I would enjoy them so much over the following months while acquiring additional items for my collection. Sources for new items were local stores, and Mom.
My relationship with Mom was turbulent at the time, a situation that lasted a couple of years. We would alternate between being OK and not on speaking terms periodically.
This dynamic between my Mom and me has always been important for the formation and development of my panty fetish. Many times my lust for her panties was increased by my desire for retaliation when I got mad at her.
It was in this context when I started sneaking into Mom's home and stealing from her panty drawer. The act of revisiting the origins of my fetish combined with finding new exciting additions also helped me overcome the fear of facing the consequences to my actions, for she would surely find out about her missing panties.
For quite some time nothing happened or was said. Then one day, with Mom and me being on good terms, I accepted her offer for her to come to my home and help me tidy up.
It was a work day so by the time I got home she had been there for a while. We moved some things around, had dinner and then she left.
I can't remember how long it took me but after some time of being unable to find some of my panties I wanted to use during my following sessions, I realized those panties were missing. But what really surprised me (and ultimately made me very mad) was the fact that it was my Mom who stole them from me, as she was the only person who had had a window of opportunity (I would religiously hide my stash from my maid at that time) and a foreknowledge of my panty fetish.
I was outraged. Someone stole my most cherished items. And it was my Mom, of all people! At the time it felt like just another bad thing she had done to me, during this period of troubled relationship. And to top it all, I went through a lot to get those panties: overcoming shame, exposing myself, learning how to buy online from overseas, spending quite a lot of money... I couldn't replace those panties easily, besides, they were unique for me!
I was so mad I couldn't realize at that time that what she did to me was similar to what I had done to her several times. I had stole panties from her in various occasions. I had invaded her privacy, taken things from her without her permission and kept them for myself. The difference was, most of what was associated with me getting panties didn't apply to her: she was a woman, she could walk into any lingerie store, browse freely and buy whatever items she wanted without exposing herself and being embarrassed. She didn't have the need to work out the intricacies of buying online and having the panties shipped to her home from overseas. But of course, she still had to spend money and it was possible some models of the panties I stole from her would not be available in stores anymore.
It was only after some time I was able to weigh in all these factors when thinking about this incident. There was also the fact that it was her own son who stole her most intimate apparel for sexual gratification, and she knew that.
But at the time my anger felt so intense, I couldn't see any of this. On the contrary, it compelled me to suddenly call her on the phone and talk about what had happened. I felt I couldn't let her get away with this, or at least not without her having to face the music.
When she picked up and asked how I was, in an angered voice I told her I was mad at her because she stole my panties (!!)
I believe she got the shock of her life and only replied "What?!"
I continued my rant, confronting her for taking my stuff behind my back. At first she denied it, telling me how could I imagine such a thing. But I was relentless and after a while, I think she couldn't take it anymore and said "alright, I took them, what do you want me to do?"
"I want them back", of course.
"OK, I'll give them back to you" and she hung up.
There were so many things going through my mind after that conversation, I can't remember all of them, but I do recall I felt relief.
A few days later we met, I can't remember where, but there were other issues to talk about. At some moment she produced a small bag and put it on the table telling me "here's the stuff". She couldn't bring herself to say the words "panties" to me, in person.
Back at my home I inspected the bag and found my missing panties. But there was one pair still missing: the soft pink VS Second Skin Satins. At this point my feelings were a mix of anger, relief and satisfaction, but for the first time I was able to take her feelings into consideration. It wasn't actually fair I got away with stealing panties from her without her reacting or confronting me. And when I confronted her about the situation reversed, she relented and also did not ask me to return her panties. Which she could have rightfully done. But didn't.
I'm of the mind that most things that happen to us and we don't like are a consequence of our actions or inaction. She could have demanded her panties back from me. But she didn't. I, on the other hand, did and got my panties back. But we're different people and she was my Mom, and I felt bad for her. Maybe the confrontation with her son about such a taboo subject was too much for her she was willing to relent in order to end the matter. But she took one of my rare and most liked pairs of panties out of the deal. I have no idea if she wears them, uses them for sexual gratification (another big speculative subject in itself), if she contents herself just with having them or if she threw them away finding some satisfaction in the fact she got them from me.
After thinking long about the situation and considering all of this, I decided not to demand from her the pair she kept from me. I didn't want to lead her again through a situation she was obviously not comfortable with. It wouldn't have felt right. Or fair. In fact I think I still owe her.
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