The next day, after dinner.

You've been nervous all day. You just couldn't bring yourself to confess after your appointment yesterday. Thankfully Chris did not return for dinner once more and you managed to sit quietly and fend off your mother's questions about how your appointment went. After you whiled away the night mulling over your options and occasionally huffing the still fresh scent of your mother off your newest acquisition, you spent the morning attending to your chores and practicing your opening over and over. You were just starting to cook dinner when your mother arrived home. You hear the door open and close and poke your head around the corner from the kitchen. You see your mother in tight running shorts, blue with a little white stripe along the sides, with a matching top that exposes her midriff while squeezing her ample breasts together as it compresses them tight to her chest. Her skin has a sheen of exercise about it with the last light of the day pouring through the window behind her, bathing her in a bright glowing halo. You feel yourself go slack jawed at the sight. The way her muscles tense as she stretches a little in the entryway makes your cock twitch as it becomes semi-erect.

"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" She asks in a sweet voice. You quickly collect yourself and stammer out a reply.

"Fine, thanks. Umm... how was yours." She groans in response.

"Work was the same old, had a nice lunch with Chris though." She closes her eyes and slightly lewd look appears on her face as she seems to relish some memory of the day. You feel yourself growing a little flustered. "He's working on a new video series and let me see some early drafts. They're so intense." She gives another groan, prompting you to look down, embarrassed. "I'm gonna shower, got a nice run in after work. Did you get dinner started sweetie?"

"Yes mommy, I was just getting it ready." She smiles at you sweetly as she heads toward her bedroom.

"Good boy." She says, sending a now familiar wave of euphoric bliss through your body. You shiver a little as you smile back and head to the kitchen to finish preparing the meal. As you finish and plate the food, your mother walks into the room wearing a black silk robe, her hair still a little damp from the shower hanging around her shoulders. "Mmm smells good." She says as she sits down at the table. You bring her a plate and then move to retrieve your own. You sit and try to enjoy the meal you prepared as you squirm with feverish anticipation at the conversation you expect to have. Your mother notices your nervousness and pauses eating for a moment. "Is everything alright honey?" Her look is a motherly combination of concern and suspicion.

"Y-yes I just..." You trail off, uncertain of how to continue. "I have... something to t-tell you after dinner." You finally manage to say. Your mother raises an eyebrow but eventually nods her head and continues eating. An awkward silence descends for the remainder of the meal. After you both finish you gather up the plates and offer to top off your mother's wine glass, hoping if she is relaxed she won't be so inclined to anger. She accepts and retires to the living room to wait for you to put the dishes away. When you finish you take a deep breath and join her. You sit on the couch across from her. You try to look at her face but quickly blush and turn away. You don't want to do this, you want to be anywhere but here, your hesitation prompts vivid memories of the chair, of Morgan's wrath. You shiver a little and your mother moves over to you, taking your hand in hers and wrapping her other arm around your shoulders pulling you into a warm embrace.

"What is it sweetie?" You take another deep breath.

"I-I'm sorry." You begin to feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You're so mortified as you continue. "I-I stole some of your laundry." You feel your mother stiffen slightly and the dam breaks and you sob as the tears begin to fall.

"Some more of my panties wasn't it?" She says, her voice is stiff but not raised or full of anger.

"Y-yes." You say pitifully, squeezing her hand tighter. You desperately hope she won't let go. "I did dirty things with them, I'm so sorry mommy." She continues to hold you as you break down.

"What dirty things did you do?" You look up at her, she's regarding you with a serious expression. You look down again, ashamed. She wants you to tell her everything. You didn't think you could be more humiliated in this moment.

"I-I smell them. I just... it's... your perfume-umm... I..." You can't go on as a fresh wave of sobs overtakes you.

"You smell my dirty panties and jerk your little wee wee don't you?" You sniff and nod, feeling the side of your head rub slightly against her chest. You feel a wave of reassurance as her embrace tightens. "Oh sweetie, what am I going to do with you? I tried to do my best for you but it looks like I raised a perverted little panty boy." You continue to look down, ashamed at her mocking words and sweet motherly tone. She tightens her embrace once more, drawing you closer. You smell the sweet scent of her shampoo, still fresh in her hair. "Mommy still loves you darling. Even if you are a little sissy." You **** a little at her words but her arms keep you quiet and still. You feel such relief at her reassurance, even under the circumstances.

"I'm sorry mommy." You say once more, into her shoulder. She moves her hand to caress your hair.

"It's ok baby boy, you can't change what you are I suppose." Her hand moves from your hair and begins rubbing your back, melting away your anxiety. You sniff and remember there is something else Morgan asked you to tell her. You pull away from her embrace and manage to look up at her face. She has a warm smile as she wipes tears away from your cheek.

"I umm..." Despite everything you've already said, you feel yourself blushing once more as you hesitate.

"Go on sweetie. Tell me." Your mother's encouraging words summon your resolve.

"I-I wondered what it might be like to wear them... but I never did umm..." You trail off, uncertain how to finish off such a confession. Your mother smiles.

"Oh of course you did honey. I'm sure an adorable sissy like you finds them quite mesmerizing." She giggles a little, prompting further blushing from you. "Oh don't be embarrassed sweetie." She cups your cheek and brings your gaze to hers. "Why don't you show me the ones you've taken. They're still dirty I'm sure. I'll show you how to properly clean them up." You aren't sure what to reply. She doesn't give you time to think as she gets to her feet and takes your hand in hers, drawing you toward the stairs. You follow, your heart beating faster and faster as she brings you to your room. You follow her inside and she stands in the center in front of your bed. You look down in shame as you retrieve the two pairs of panties from their hiding place and hand them to your mother. She takes them and looks them over, holding up the black pair you first stole.

"I was wondering where these went." She said, grinning a little. She moves to leave the room, motioning for you to follow. You follow her to the bathroom and she begins to fill the sink with water. "Delicate things like these can't be machine washed. You have to do it by hand. That's the price of such things." She hands the panties to you and you take them from her hand. "Now put a little detergent from under the sink in the water." You comply and she instructs you as you lightly hand wash the panties, washing away all traces of your mother's scent. She tells you wear to put them to dry and then motions for you to follow her. You proceed downstairs, heading toward her room. She points to the bed and you sit down, not sure what she is doing. She opens a dresser drawer and you see it's full of her immense collection of soft, lacey lingerie. She smiles as she sees your eyes fixed upon the contents of the drawer. "I remember catching you in here when you were much younger." She picks up a pair of blue bikini panties with white lace and little bows. "Do you like the lace? Or the little bows best?" She says in a sweet tone. You blush as you answer.

"T-the lace, I suppose." You do find the texture unbelievably sexy. Your mother giggles in response.

"I think these would suit you." She carries the blue panties to you and hands them off. You feel the silky material in your hand.

"Th-thank you, mommy." You say, surprised at her gift. You look up at her smiling down at you over her massive breasts which hang invitingly beneath her robe. Her hand strokes your cheek.

"Oh my sweet little boy. I wish you had been honest with me before." Her smile turns to an excited grin. "Let me see how they fit." You hesitate for a moment. Is she really asking you to wear them for her? Her expectant gaze tells you that's exactly what she expects. As you rise and head toward the bathroom to change, she stops you and takes the panties from your hand. "Oh sweetie it's nothing I haven't seen before. I know what your little wee wee looks like, no need to be ashamed." She smiles lovingly but her words bring a fresh wave of mortification. Not wanting to defy her, you kick off your shoes as your shaking bands move to your pants. You unbuckle them and slide them down your legs and then pause for a moment before doing the same with your boxers. Your cock flops out as your boxers come off. Despite the humiliating situation, you feel it grow semi-erect under your mother's gaze. Your heart flutters as she kneels in front of you. She holds the panties out for you to step into. You bring first one foot and then the other into their silky confines. Your mother slowly, almost sensuously pulls them up your legs. Sparks of pleasure make your knees go a little weak as she tucks your rapidly hardening dick into them. "It fits right in, such a tiny little thing." She says smiling up at you. You look away from her, blushing hard once again. You gasp as she brushes a hand against the head beneath the silky material of the panties. It feels amazing on your sensitive glans and you feel a drop of precum leak out. Your mother giggles as she notices the little spot forming. "Oh do you like the feel of them sweetie. It looks like you're a little excited."

"Y-yes mommy." You answer honestly in the moment. The soft material feels divine and the snug fit of the panties feels comforting, secure. She stands back up to tower over you once more. Her expression turns serious once again.

"Like I said I wish you'd just been honest with me. I still have to punish you." You go a little pale, feeling especially **** standing before her in nothing but a t-shirt and her lace panties.

"I'm sorry mommy, please." You say, feeling a wave of anxiety hit you. Your mother shakes her head.

"Now now, you did a bad thing. You took my things without asking permission." Her face tells you there is no way out. You accept whatever grim fate awaits you as you look down to avoid her gaze.

"Yes mommy." You say, defeated.

"From now on, you can add my laundry to your own until further notice. I expect my delicates to be hand washed exactly as I showed you. Is that clear?"

"Yes mommy." She walks to the bed and sits down. She motions you over to her and you slowly walk toward the bed, heart beginning to race.

"Over my knee." She says in a commanding tone. You feel tears beginning to form again as you lean down, the material rubbing against your cock as you shift your weight to balance yourself on her knee. The smooth skin of her thighs excites you even as terror at what awaits begins to take hold. You jump when you feel her hand rest gently upon your panty clad ass. Her voice is clear and direct as she speaks again. "I'm going to give you five for stealing my things, five more for not being honest with me, if you lose count we'll start over understand?"

"Yes mommy." You say, bracing yourself as her hand leaves your rump. A moment later a stinging pain erupts as she brings her hand whistling down.

"Umf, one." You say through gritted teeth. She is not taking it easy on you and the panties do little to soften her blows. Already you feel a deep ache underneath the sight of her first blow. You steel yourself as she delivers two more swift slaps. "Two, three. Thank you, mommy." She smiles.

"Good boy, remembering to thank me. That won't make me take it any easier on you though." She emphasizes her point with an even harder blow, causing a pathetic groan to escape your lips.

"Oh... f-four. Thank you, mommy." Two more swift slaps. "Five, six. Ow-ow thank you, mommy." Tears have begun to fall from your eyes once more as the pain and humiliation grows in intensity.

"Why are you being punished sissy?" She brings her hand down once again, eliciting another anguished cry.

"Ah! Seven! B-because I took your things!" Another slap comes. "Eight! Ugh! Thank you, mommy!"

"Why else?" She says.

"Because I wasn't honest with you." Her hand stings your ass once more. "Nine! Thank you, mommy." You begin to sob, the dull ache is now a burning pain like you sat in a big bunch of stinging nettles.

"That's right I'm very disappointed in you for that. I'm your mommy, you can tell me anything." She brings her hand down harder than ever for the final time and your tender ass shakes as she connects.

"Ow! Oh! Ten!" You sob and wretch a little, glad to finally be done. "Thank you, mommy." You manage to say. She stands you up and your legs quake beneath you as she appraises you. She looks down and sees you're still rock hard and leaking precum at an astounding rate.

"I suppose that's to be expected from a little pervert like you huh?" She says smirking at you. You're simply glad your spanking is over with, too relieved for embarrassment. "Still, you can't walk around constantly creaming your panties like that. I suggest maybe talking to Morgan if it becomes an issue." You nod your head, still sobbing and clutching your aching ass.

"Ok mommy." A smile returns to her face.

"Now then, that unpleasantness is out of the way, why don't you pick out one more pair." She stands and takes you by the hand, leading you over to the still open drawer. Your tear filled eyes wander up and down the rows of lace and silk. You find your gaze drawn to a bright pink thong panty with a lace waistband. Before you can say anything your mother notices and picks them up, holding them up to you. "Of course, little sissies love pink don't they?" You take them, looking down at the treasure trove before you. They do feel lovely, and you find the vibrant tone pleasing to the eye.

"Th-thank you, mommy." You manage to say. She strokes your hair and pulls you into an embrace, shoving your face deep into her cleavage.

"Your welcome sweetheart. Now go get a trash bag, I want you to clean out your underwear drawer. These should get you through the rest of the week till I can take you shopping this weekend." You pull back from her chest and look up at her aghast. She places a hand on your cheek to quiet you before you can protest. Her eyes draw you in. "You can't run from this sweetie, can't deny yourself. It only makes you act out." You find her words making way more sense than you want them to. "I'm going to help you. Don't worry." Her smile fills you once again with warmth and reassurance, you can't resist her.

"O-ok mommy." You say as she leans in and plants a kiss on your forehead. You gather up your clothes and put your pants back on over the panties. You feel the silky material as you walk to the garage to retrieve a trash bag which sends waves of obscene pleasure through you, even as you contemplate this humiliating situation you find yourself in. Your mother follows and watches as you empty out your underwear drawer, throwing all of your boxers in the bag. She points to the laundry basket as you turn to leave and you gather several pairs from there as well. Once your mother is satisfied you've retrieved them all, she directs you to take the bag outside and throw it away. You comply, taking one last look as if watching something precious to you slip away before replacing the lid on the can and walking back inside. Your mother gives you one last, warm embrace.

"Head on up to bed sweetie and try not to make a mess of those your first night." She says cheerfully.

"Goodnight mommy." You say as she releases you.

"Goodnight sweetie." You walk up the stairs to your room and disrobe to sleep. You lay down in your new silky panties. The material is still sending shocks of pleasure to you but you are too exhausted from the events of the past hours to masturbate. You sit quietly, pondering the feeling which you find surprisingly pleasant. You'd never thought to wear panties before, at least, not that you can recall, but you must admit, it certainly isn't terrible. After a long time, thinking, feeling the tight silky embrace, sleep finally takes you.