If she didn't notice her panties on me then putting my jeans on would put an end to any possibility of discussion. What guaranty would I have that Mom would put them back in my drawer? I squirmed some more and had to escape to the bathroom. It must be a good view. A few long minutes passed and I began to allow myself the luxury of fantasizing. I looked up at her as I did and she stared back at me speechless. It never occurred to me to keep her things hidden in my room.
After standing in my room for around two hours I heard Mom come home.
Gettng caught in Mom's panties
Well here I am at my mothers funeral. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much and understand the subtle details so well. Now that I was in her room though, I was scared to death! I had to rationalize and reason each part of the fantasy. It was a very naughty fantasy and I felt extremely shameful but the more aroused I got, the bolder my fantasy got. Somehow, a deep part of the psychology of all this was that Mom be the one to catch me. She saw my huge hard on poking out in front of her panties and gasped.