Who Does This? Apparently Me!

A few months ago I suspected someone (in my house full of males) was messing around with my panties. I am a 46 year old married mother of 4 boys 17 - 24.

In trying to figure this out, I rearranged my dresser and I moved the location of my laundry basket. I would fold them and take them off in a specific way each time.

I am folding laundry one day and my 22 year old son asks if I want help, but really he just started helping me fold. What a good boy. We made small talk and I asked him if he needed any clothes - socks, boxers, pants? And he said maybe new socks and boxers.

Here is where this goes sideways - he is folding my panties the way I just started folding them. I have never folded my panties. I just put them in the drawer. It must be him.

As we finish he asks if we can go shopping today? I said I needed some things too if he did not mind going with mom for t shirts, bras and panties. He was completely good with going with me.

He gets his things (very quickly) and rushes to help mom. I ask him for his input on color and style…and he is ready to give his input. Those are nice mom. Nah, those are granny panties. Oh, sexy mom. Go with colors and some patterns.

As we are standing there, I notice him adjusting his junk. Like blatantly and obviously he is responding to this in a sexual way. Is everything okay Mick? Yes, sure mom…why?

We finish and leave the store. When we get to the car, we put the bags in the car and sit in the ac for a bit. I blurt out, which panties are your favorite? He says what? And I say which of my new ones are your favorite? He says the maroon lace ones.

We grab lunch and then head home. We go our separate ways and I do not see him until dinner. My husband and I usually go to get a coffee for dinner, so I set up my son. And sure enough, he got caught in the trap - going through my new panties.

I decided to have some fun with him. I wore the maroon ones to bed, all through the next day and into the following morning. He may explode over these and I cannot wait to see it.

I took them off and dropped them on my floor by the laundry basket. When I came back to them that night, they had been moved. I picked them up, walked into his room and asked him about it. He turned red, tried to lie and finally came clean. He admitted to loving the smell of my worn panties. I told him going forward it would be our secret.

I casually leave my panties under his pillow every so often. Every so often, he will return them seemingly used for his own pleasure. Naughty boy and a naughty mom propagating bad behavior. So apparently, I am that freaky mom! Ugh!