Chapter 6

Jennifer left work early after using her lunch time to speak with Mike the counselor. It had felt great to have someone listen while she expressed feelings of guilt over her behaviors toward her son. Unfortunately, Mike didn't offer any suggestions Jennifer hadn't already heard. And to make matters worse, he planted the notion that she might not only have emotional issues that prompted her to masturbate in front of Ryan, but that she might actually desire to have her son ... in her bed.

It had been a day and a half since Jennifer had left her panties in Ryan's room, for the third time ... though it seemed like much longer to her. And yet, she still wasn't sure why she had done it. The phone counselor implied that it could be part of her expression of desire for Ryan. Jennifer didn't want that to be true. She couldn't fathom such an abominable idea. But she couldn't put it out of her mind either. Ryan was equally confused at his mother's behavior. He tried twice to just put the panties back in her room. But the third time was the charm (or the curse). Ryan not only thought about how his mother's body looked in her underwear, but he pleasured himself with her undergarment once again.

The confused mother came home wanting some time alone before her son returned from school and basketball practice. She was looking forward to the quiet, but in the back of her mind was one question: "Did he put the panties back in my room?" She had left early that morning, before Ryan had gone to school, so she knew he had plenty of opportunity to put the underwear back as he had done before. Jennifer entered the house and after performing a quick check to make sure her son had not come home early for some reason, she went directly to her bedroom. Nothing adorned her dresser other than the normal items she kept there. It was glaringly free of panties.

"Shit," Jennifer said to herself. "Why didn't he put them back?" Then, "Do I want him to put them back, or do I want him to use them? Shit!" Next she wondered, if her son hadn't returned the underwear, what did he do with it? Was he still thinking about it? Did he want to use them to masturbate again, but was waiting for some reason? She couldn't help but immediately explore this new thought. Without a moment's hesitation Jennifer went to Ryan's room and began a cursory scan for her undergarment.

"Not on his dresser... ," she observed. "Not on his bed. Well, he wouldn't keep them in those places, would he? Duh!" Jennifer chuckled at her own mental density. She wondered if the item might be under Ryan's pillow. Should she look under his covers? Was that an intrusion? "Who the hell cares?" She pulled back the covers, but did so carefully so that she could leave things as she had found them. She slid her hand under the pillow ... nothing. She slid her hands down in-between the sheets ... no sign of the panties. "His dresser drawer, maybe?"

Jennifer went to Ryan's dresser. She didn't intend to rifle through his drawers, though it crossed her mind. She really didn't want him to know his mother had come snooping. She pulled each drawer open and took a visual overview. She would have gone further if she saw any sign of what she was seeking. But she did not. After checking every drawer in the dresser, she did the same with the desk. Nothing. Then she had another idea. "The hamper! If he used them, they might be in the hamper." She checked there. Nothing.

Feeling ready to give-up, Jennifer began to put Ryan's bed back together. As she was pulling the top sheet back into place, she noticed that the bottom sheet was slightly pulled out between mattress and box spring. "Isn't that where boys keep their girlie magazines?" Did she dare look at her son's stash of porn? "Well, I've come this far. What the hell?" Jennifer slid her hand in between the two parts of the bed where the sheet had been disturbed. She knew immediately what she had found.

Jennifer grabbed the item and pulled it out. A porn magazine. "I knew it," she thought. "Well, it's the usual stuff. It's all pictures of girls, so that's good. Oh well..." Jennifer put the magazine back and felt something else. Pulling it out, she saw it was a smaller, digest type porn magazine featuring 'Shocking True Stories of Sex!' She figured this was pretty mainstream stuff for teenage boys. "Enough of this," Jennifer said quietly, returning the second magazine to its hiding place. But this time she felt something different. She felt fabric that didn't match with the feel of the bed or the sheets.

Mom pulled out the smoking gun she was looking for. Jennifer felt a rush of emotion that she couldn't identify. Was it excitement? Dread? She still didn't know what she had hoped to find. But what she did find was her panties. The ones she had left on her third attempt to get her son's attention. The panties she had been wearing when she masturbated in front of him. And it looked like he had used them!

Uncrumpling the underwear, Jennifer found the tell-tale, dried white blotchy stains that indicated only one thing. Her son had ejaculated on the panties. Suddenly Jennifer's mind cleared. Seeing her son's semen stains on her panties gave her an unexpected thrill. She realized then that this was what she had really hoped she would find. She didn't yet know if it meant that she actually desired her son sexually as Mike the counselor had suggested. But it felt exhilarating for her to know that he was getting some kind of sexual stimulation from her garment, even if she didn't know why he did, or why the idea brought her pleasure.