How I Learned to Love Panties

I picked up the folder containing How I Learned to Love Panties: Sitting down in the chair, I started to read.

The feeling of silk, or lace against a dick shows that this sensation is what they are made for, the story began. I didn't know that to begin with, but my son did. Apparently he had been stealing his mother's panties for a while now, while amassing his own collection. I found out later that it include teddies, bras, and leggings amongst other things. But at the start there was just the panties.

My wife brought it to my attention originally.

She showed me a pair of her panties with cum stains on them.

"I didn't make that," she said. "did you? Is that the kind of thing you were into?" I told her I had a brief crossdressing phase before I met her, just to try it out. What I had never told her is that I used to have pictures of me taken in drag, making out with any gurl who wanted it.

I shook my head no, I certainly wasn't. At the time, of course, this was true. We decided that since the only other person who could have made the stains was my son I would have to have a talk with him. My wife decided that the best way to **** that talk would be to get him alone.

So one night we made a big show of leaving for a play. I waited long enough for my son to go searching through my room. I had installed a camera so I knew exactly when he would do so. It also helped spice up my love life as I had recorded my wife's and my fuck sessions.

After my son had taken a handful of clothes from my wife's drawers, I re-entered the house. I did so quietly. I tiptoed to my sons room and found him wearing see through pink panties my wife loved wearing on date night.

I held the original evidence in my hands.

"Is this your cum stain?" I asked my son, who unashamedly looked up at me. His cock got harder, somehow.

"Yes," he said, "but it should be yours. Because dad, you are also a panty wearing bitch." He showed me a picture of me from before I met his mother. "So put them on and we can talk."