Mom found out I would masturbate with panties

This is the true story of how my Mom found out I would masturbate in panties (hers and other women's).

My mom caught me only one time and confronted me about staining her panties. But that incident wasn't with her panties. We were spending a summer at my grandmother's house. A spare room was rented to a lady who was in her late 50's at the time. I was around 14. While playing in the yard near the laundry area, I noticed a pair of nylon bikini panties with lace patterns in the front along each leg band. I liked finding that pair because it was similar to the ones I've been snatching from mom's panty drawer and hamper, and also because I thought it was was cool a lady of that age would wear such sexy panties.


I didn't have privacy, and wasn't experienced on the 'logistics' of my panty habit yet. But the desire was so intense, I grabbed the pair, stuffed it in my pocket and went to the bathroom. Once in there I took my pants off and put the sexy panties on. Heaven! The forbidden nature of the act was what excited me the most. I extended a rag across the floor, laid over it face down and thrust and wiggled wearing the panties against my hand until I came all over the front panel. It was exquisite!
A few minutes later I began thinking about how I would clear the evidence. I didn't come up with anything smart, I just threw the panties into my grandma's hamper that was in the bathroom, hoping she would think there was a confusion with her neighbor when she would find it at laundry time. A pretty dumb idea, but I didn't know what else to do.


I went back to the yard and to my boy games. Later the neighbor went to the laundry area. I began feeling scared. A minute later, without saying a word, the neighbor went into my grandma's house, obviously to talk to my family. A few (infinite!) minutes later, my mom came out of the house and told me to go with her to the roof, where the washing lines were.
Once in there she told me what I was afraid of hearing. The neighbor said a pair of her panties were missing. My mom was on to me instantly. She found them in the bathroom hamper, stained with my semen. She showed me the pair.


I said I didn't know anything about it. I had no alibi, but was too ashamed to acknowledge my actions. She said that no one else could have done that. Some time ago she began noticing one of her panties were missing, always the same pair (my favorite, of course). Then she began finding the pair stuffed at the bottom of the laundry hamper, stained. She reasoned 'is it your dad who jacks off? Unlikely, he's not that age. Could it be my son? Definitely, he's the right age'.
With that I found no other way out that to admit my actions. The logic was too strong for me at that time. It's still is now, but we all know age doesn't prevent a panty boy from indulging in his favorite pastime!


She asked why I was doing that, I said I couldn't help it. I begged her not to tell anyone. She agreed. Then she tried to clean the stain off the panties with some dried leaves. She would cover me this time if I promised her I wouldn't do that anymore. I was so relieved I made the promise! Little did I know at that time, as I know now, how difficult (and painful) it is to keep such a promise. But the fact she did her best to cover me was such a nice thing to do, I felt the least I could do was to comply.


The following months I found myself unable to stop raiding my mom's panty drawer and hamper, always with guilt for breaking my promise and betraying her trust. However time passed by and I eventually lost the feeling of guilt. But continued playing with her panties, more and more, improving my technique and discretion. Soon I was taking her swimsuits too, and any other ladies' panties I would find around (bathrooms, wash lines and so on). I've never been caught again, although I'm sure my mom suspected (or even knew) I kept messing with her panties, and tolerated it. I remember two times she returned home and came into the room I was, where earlier I had hanged a pair of her panties to dry above the heater after washing them, and forgot they were there. She couldn't have missed it, but said nothing. Later I would dry her panties in the drying machine and putting them back in her drawer instead of hanging them above the heater. But the panties would still be damp, there is no way she could have missed that.


I continued enjoying her panties for months and years and she never said anything, something I'm so grateful for. Later my favourite pairs of her panties began to obviously show the signs of my activities in the form of stretching and wear across the front panel, the part I would rub against my cock thousands of times. Only them she decided to gradually discard her sexy silky nylon panties and replace them with new ones made of cotton. I've been feeling a mix of anger and sadness about this for years, but can't get mad at my mom on this because she had been really cool to me regarding my panty passion for several years prior.


Fortunately I was able to salvage several pairs of her sexy panties, the ones you can see me enjoying in my pics and vids. It's these pairs I treasure the most, the last sexy pairs of mom's panties. When they finally wear out and don't feel good to masturbate in them anymore I will never throw them away. They are unique and an integral part of my story.