Chapter 1

Ryan was confident that his mother would be out for at least an hour. But he still felt totally conflicted. He experienced that burning desire he had known so many times. But that desire, and the lack of good judgment that went with it had gotten him caught twice already. And his mom had been really pissed, especially the second time it happened.

"Please, do not make me have this conversation with you again, Ryan!" His mother had said. "Do we understand each other?"

"Yes, Mom," Ryan replied. And he really meant it.

But just as it had before, desire got the better of Ryan. As soon as he was sure she was gone he ventured into his mother's bedroom, where he had more than once been forbidden to go. He didn't need to search the drawers of her dresser, because he knew exactly which one held the prize he sought. He opened it, took a quick look, made his selection, closed the drawer and went back to the living room. Ryan didn't know why, but being in the living room, as opposed to his bedroom made the excitement more intense.

Ryan moved to his favorite chair, slid his shorts down, then his briefs. He sat down, spread his legs and began grazing his semi-erect penis with the panties he had taken from his mother's bedroom. Immediately he felt the electric rush he had so desired minutes before.

"Ooooo," Ryan cooed softly. "That feels so damn good."

Ryan didn't fully understand why the touch of his mother's underwear excited him so much. Nor why the chance she would find out, again, brought him so much pleasure. But he didn't care. He just knew he couldn't resist teasing his dick with her panties, then grasping himself with them and stroking to orgasm, which he had done many times before.

Jennifer's thoughts were not far from her son's at that moment. But while Ryan's were thoughts of thrill and sexual fulfillment, his mother's were of confusion and concern. "Why does Ryan keep doing this? What am I going to come home to? I know boys his age jerk off. But why is he playing with himself in places he knows I'll probably catch him? And why on earth is he taking my panties to do it with?"

Despirt her embarrassment, Jennifer had confided in a close friend about her son's activities. The friend listened, which made her feel better. But other than saying how sorry she was that Jennifer's husband had passed away and left Ryan without a strong male influence, her only suggestion was a therapist. Even though she wasn't ready to unload this story with a stranger face-to-face, Jennifer did contact a call-in help line manned with "trained counselors" in hopes someone there might have a suggestion of what she could do about her son.

To her surpsise, Jennifer found the man she spoke with very helpful. It seemed that he had heard about such situations in the past. He said that most likely Ryan had something of a fetish for the risk of getting caught. This wasn't the norm in human sexuality, according to the counselor, but it certainly was characteristic of some small percentage of people. He thought the same was likely true about the fact that Ryan was using Jennifer's panties to masturbate with (and into). It seemed most probable to him that there was something about the feel of the material that excited Ryan. Once again, this wasn't unheard of, he said. And like the thrill of possibly being caught, this one tendency wasn't terribly abnormal, so long as it was managed appropriately, which was something usually learned as people moved from adolescence into adulthood and better understood what was and was not appropriate.

"We all have our own likes, dislikes and even quirks, you know? That applies to our sexual activities too," the counselor said to Jennifer. "It can be hard for us as parents to accept it when our kids start to express themselves sexually. But I think your son will probably figure this out on his own."

In other words, Ryan was a teenage boy trying to figure out his own sexuality. "Damn right it's hard to accept," Jennifer thought to herself as she drove. "Try accepting your kid shooting his stuff into your underwear and then we'll talk about hard to accept. Let that counselor try that on for size." Jennifer's thoughts made her laugh at herself, which allowed her to allow a few reassuring thoughts into her head. "This isn't such a freaky thing. Ryan just happens to be exploring himself in ways that make life uncomfortable for his mother."

The counselor had thought the least likely scenario was that Ryan had any actual sexual interest in Jennifer. That he said, would definitely cross over into the arena of abnormal sexuality. But he thought the odds were very small that this would be the case. Jennifer found that thought to be the most reassuring, that Ryan was NOT likely to be thinking of her sexually, as she reflected on her phone conversation with the counselor.

In the end, the counselor had recommended open discussion about how Ryan's behavior made his mother feel, as well as specific consequences if he continued in this manner. And, the counselor repeated Jennifer's friend's suggestion, that a professional therapist could be helpful, both for Ryan and Jennifer alike.

"Maybe I should take control of this thing," Jennifer mused to herself. "Maybe it really is all about me telling Ryan how uncomfortable it makes me for him to masturbate in the open and telling him exactly what consequences he'll suffer if he goes in my drawers again. In fact..."

Suddenly Jennifer felt like she had some options. She was a take-charge person and this was a situation that needed to be taken charge of. She turned the car around. She would go home and talk to her son immediately, before she lost the nerve. She would tell Ryan that his behaviors made her feel extremely awkward, that she understood this is what boys do, but that she could she not allow him to use her things to do it with, nor would it be acceptable for him to do things like this in plain view of his mother. And, she would bring up the idea of a therapist. Jennifer felt like this was the right step.

She had a thought and paused for a moment. "No, I've only been gone a few minutes. He couldn't be doing anything yet." She affirmed her resolve and drove toward her home ... where Ryan was playing a little game. He was imagining his mother walking in as he stroked himself with her panties.

"Oh, Mom! What are you doing here?" he said with mock surprise. "I know I shouldn't jerk off with your panties, but it feels so fucking good!" Ryan then made a face in the direction of the doorway and pointed his panty-wrapped erection, imagining his mother's shocked face looking at him. "Ohhh, yeaaaaa..." Jason moaned in ecstasy. He was about to make another mock gesture of surprise and shock. He got cranked-up for it, stroking harder, poking his glans out of his mother's underwear on each stroke. Just as he was about to speak the pretend statement of shock at his absent mother, she appeared in the doorway for real. Ryan nearly screamed.