Mommy’s Little Knob Gobbler

This story is work of erotic fiction featuring themes related to gender non-conformance (cross dressing/feminization), jack off instructions, cum eating, a young man’s exploration of his sexuality, and some fairly inappropriate familiarity between mother and son. If this sort of thing isn’t a turn on for you, then I recommend you move on and find something else. If it is your cup of tea, then by all means please get out some quality lube, put on your favorite pair of panties, and enjoy!

Thanks to dj19_78 for kindly helping to edit this!

Chapter 1: A Boy and His Panties

June Simpson was hurrying home, or at least trying to. Today was Steven’s 18th birthday — a landmark for sure, and the traffic was always maddening this time of year. The summer always brought in tourists drawn to the beaches of the Florida panhandle. “At least we’re not in Tampa anymore.” she thought. The traffic would be ten times worse there this time of day.

Her plan was to surprise Steven by coming home early so she could take him out to Ricardo’s for a special meal. Since he didn’t have a lot of friends it was mostly just the two of them anyway, which at least made planning things easier. Hopefully, this birthday would be really memorable and set the stage for many new and exciting experiences to come!

Steven didn’t have a summer job, other than cleaning his room and helping with chores around the house — which he dodged about as diligently as any kid his age. In fact, he tended to spend a lot of time in his room — usually online playing video games. “He’s probably there right now. Boy, won’t he be surprised when he sees I’m home!” June thought as she pulled into the driveway.

Grabbing her purse, and the sweet birthday card she’d picked up weeks ago, June headed into the house as quietly as she could. Once inside she tiptoed across the entry and down the hall towards Steven’s room with a grin across her face.

As she neared his room, she heard rhythmic music playing — a new computer game maybe? She didn’t recognize this one, but at least it sounded nice. “No matter. I don’t think he’ll mind being interrupted for a surprise birthday dinner.” June thought.

June knew Steven wasn’t expecting her back home until very late since she’d told him she needed to cover a double shift at the hospital for her best friend Karen.

Once at his door, she silently reached out and took hold of the knob — then with a quick motion she flung the door open and stepped inside throwing her arms wide and announcing “Surprise!”; and boy was it ever…

June wasn’t sure what she expected, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Steven was laying spread eagle on his bed with his dick in his hand furiously spanking it when she’d come in. He was naked, or nearly so, except for a pair of bright pink panties with little white dots.

Steve froze the instant June yelled surprise. His fist had been on the down stroke and so came to rest at the base of his cock making it stick up lewdly in the air like a rocket poised to launch.

“Mom!” Steve gasped in surprise as he struggled to pull the bedspread over himself. The covers were not cooperating as they were pinned down by his weight and the laptop beside him — the source of the music June realized. Steven was very much on display as June stood there in the doorway, mouth agape, a shocked expression spreading across her face.

June harbored no false notions about boys, men or how likely they might be to masturbate given the opportunity. The fact that her son was furiously wanking away in his room wasn’t terribly shocking to her — a surprise yes, but not really shocking. The panties, however, were something of a shock.

“What are you wearing?” she asked with a perplexed expression.

“Mom!” Steve repeated. “A little privacy please?” Not an answer to her question, but what else could he say.

“Are you wearing… panties?” June asked. This made no sense to her. Had he gotten them like a trophy from some girl? He wasn’t dating anyone as far as she knew.

Those panties looked awfully familiar. In fact, they looked exactly like the ones she’d worn just yesterday. “Where did you get them?” June asked, her expression turning from puzzled to pissed.

Steve had no reply, at least not a verbal one. His face was crimson and his hands, so busy a moment before, were now frantically trying to find a way to hide the abundantly obvious facts his mother had already observed. He was busted, and he knew it.

“Are those… my panties?” June asked incredulously as she moved closer for a better view. Again, Steven failed to reply, much less deny the undeniably obvious fact.

“Those are my panties, aren’t they!” June declared, the reality setting in for her. Apparently, Steven had invaded her room, rooted around in her hamper and filched a pair of her panties so he could masturbate in them.

“You’re wearing my panties!” June roared, anger welling up inside her now.

June had gone from surprised and confused to flat out furious in under 30 seconds. Her son’s crimson face telling her all she needed to know. He’d clearly done something he was ashamed of and now he was trying to hide any way he could, though his cock was apparently having none of it. He struggled to cover himself with his hands, but there was just no way to hide his erection much less her panties.

“Get out of those right now, mister!” June ordered, and Steve scampered to obey — the panties catching first on his dick, then his feet, and it would seem anything else they could find.

“Hand them over!” June demanded as she snatched them from her son’s hand. Then she spun around and stormed toward the door, turning when she got there to say “We’re not done here, buster brown! Not by a long shot!” With that she slammed his door and marched down the hall.

—

Steve could hear his mom muttering loudly as she marched down the hall but couldn’t quite make out what she was saying. That didn’t matter — He knew he was busted and in deep trouble now. Mom almost never raised her voice like that; but when she did, you can bet she meant business.

Once his mom was down the hall and out of ear shot, he turned his attention back to his throbbing erection. “What the fuck is was wrong with me?” he thought. “I get caught jacking off in mom’s panties and my cock gets even harder?”

“Oh well, fuck it” he thought as he wrapped his fist back around his cock and proceeded to finish what he’d started. “It’s my birthday and I wanna cum, damn it!” He told himself petulantly. “Besides, finishing now can’t make it any worse, and it gives mom time to cool off.” He rationalized.

Steve reached down and caressed his cock, closing his eyes and thinking about the panties he’d been wearing — how good they felt against his skin and how wearing them just felt so right. He didn’t know why he liked panties; he just knew that wearing them made him feel sexy. He felt confused about some things, sure; but not that.

Steve touched himself lightly at first, tracing his fingers up and down the taught skin of his rock-hard cock — all the while imaging himself in mom’s pretty pink panties. He was super horny now and ready to get back to working on his Birthday Cum.

Reaching down between his legs he fondled his balls before wrapping his finger and thumb tightly around the top of his sack and pulling down. His cock stood up extra tall now as he transitioned from caressing to really stoking — like he’d been doing when mom interrupted.

This brought his mind back around to his mom. He wasn’t bind — he knew she was a MILF; but she was also his mom, so he knew thoughts like those were wrong.

Was it because what he’d done was wrong? Was that why it had been such a turn on to be wearing her panties? It was more than that, he was sure; but in his lust-addled state his imagination quickly shifted to his mom. His admittedly very hot MILF mom. Her small waist and how that really accentuated the wideness of her hips. The beautiful curves of her breasts, always looking so big on her petite frame.

The vision of her as she was just a minute ago flashed into his mind. There she was, leaning forward over his bed to get a better view — her pendulous breasts hanging down and swaying hypnotically. Didn’t she know that top showed off her cleavage? And her nipples too! He distinctly recalled seeing two very hard looking bumps in her thin blouse right where her nipples would be…

“No!” he told himself as he shook his head to clear those thoughts of his mom. He shouldn’t be thinking about his mom like that while stroking his cock.

“Panties!” he thought to himself. “Focus on her panties, dipshit!” and his mind produced a vision of his mom in those same pretty pink panties and nothing else. She was facing away from him and bending over, her heart-shaped ass perfectly on display with the narrow thong back of the panties accentuating those perfect globes…

“No Steve!” he told himself. “Stop that! You’ve got to think of something else…”

Steve focused his eyes at his cock, that being about the only thing that could drive the image of his mom from his brain.

“Maybe it’s not porn star big, but it’s definitely not small!” he thought proudly. Secretly, Steve thought his cock was a pretty good one; maybe not huge, but definitely not small like the rest of him.

Stroking faster now, Steve kept his focus safely on his cock. How good it felt as he stroked. How big it looked. The flared ridge around the crown and how even now it ached for release. A drop of pre cum formed at the tip; on the up stroke he picked it up on his index finger. He hadn’t planned to, it just sort of happened.

Steve new that some girls didn’t like the taste of cum. Did it taste awful? What was it really like? He switched to stroking with his left hand and raised his right to his nose for a sniff. Not much smell at all, really; but what did it taste like? It couldn’t be that bad if there isn’t much smell, right? Before he knew what he’d done he’d brought his fingertip down and reached out with his tongue for a tentative lick.

“Hmmm, not bad. I taste pretty good actually!” he thought proudly. Maybe someday he’d find out for himself if girls really did like the taste. Maybe it depended on the guy, and his just happened to taste good? Or maybe pre-cum wasn’t the same as real cum he wondered.

Switching back to his now clean right hand, Steve picked up the pace stroking faster while he resumed playing with his balls. He thought back to the feel of those panties and how they’d looked on him.

“Damn, I look good in panties!” he thought “Almost as good as a woman would have looked; someone hot like mom maybe…”

“Stop it, Steve! Focus!” he told himself vowing to really focus this time on his own cock. His big, fat throbbing cock. His balls full of cum. Possibly delicious cum? Too soon to say; but not for long.

Steve was furiously stroking it now, his eyes glued to the head of his cock. He could feel his legs begin to tremble as his balls started to boil. He brought his face as close as he could to his cock for a really good view and kept his gaze locked on the head of his cock. He was determined to watch himself cum — to really watch each jet of cum as it exploded from his cock.

The head of his cock was bigger now, an almost angry shade of purple; and it was leaking a lot of pre-cum too. “No time for that now” he told himself; besides he already knew what that tasted like. He flogged himself faster.

Steve’s lips parted involuntarily as he began breathing harder in anticipation of his impending climax. His balls were really boiling now; he knew he was close — past the point of no return.

“Ohhhhhh Fuuuuuck.” He moaned as the first shot rocket out, splattering himself right across his face. Steve licked his lips tasting cum for the first time — his own cum, and definitely not bad tasting either!

Steve quickly adjusted his aim and opened his mouth wide for blast number two. This shot landed across his lower face, draping from his upper lip across his outstretched tongue and down his chin — he’d managed to catch most of it in his mouth.

“What’s the big deal?” Steve thought as he quickly swallowed. “This isn’t bad at all!”, his mouth snapping back open, tongue extended for more.

Steve kept stroking but the remaining volleys fell short of his face leaving trails across his bare chest with nothing higher than his neck.

With his balls finally spent and his birthday load painted all over his face and chest Steve relaxed back onto his bed. His legs were still trembling from cumming so hard, and his heart was thundering in his chest. He was breathing about like he’d just run a 1/4 mile at a full sprint.

Steve wondered what the big deal was with girls not liking cum. He’d just gotten a mouthful and honestly it really wasn’t bad. Maybe it was just his? “Maybe some guys cum tastes horrible, and some not so bad?” he wondered. “Or maybe it was just that I was so turned on I didn’t notice what it really tasted like”.

Steve brought his hand back up to his face; there was plenty of cum still on his hand, so he licked that up too.

“Nope.” He thought. “It’s not just that I was super horny. It’s really just not bad tasting. In fact, it’s slightly sweet”.

Steve used his fingers to wipe up the cum on his face depositing it into his mouth and licking his fingers clean.

“Yep! Still sweet.” He thought as he proceeded to scoop up what had fallen on his chest and lick that off his fingers too.

Thinking back to earlier Steve figured that if his mom hadn’t interrupted him, he’d have probably shot his load in her panties. That would have meant he’d need to clean them before returning them; but it also would have meant he wouldn’t have learned his own cum was kind of sweet and definitely not bad tasting.

“Maybe mom interrupting me was a good thing.” He wondered, then recalled how mad she was. Nope, getting her mad like that is never a good thing. He was going to have to pay the piper now.

—

Down in the kitchen June was fuming.

“What the hell is he doing up there?” She said to herself. “We’re going to be late for our reservation!” She groused.

Then she realized what he must be doing up there. She’d interrupted him masturbating; and sure, she’d stopped him and demanded her panties back; but once she left, he probably just picked right back up where he’d left off.

This made her even more mad.

What she wanted to do was let him have it for stealing her panties, but at the time she just needed to get out of his room as fast as possible and away from the sight of him naked, stroking that big cock of his…

“Damn it! He knows better than to go into my room and steel things! And to take my panties, of all things! What the hell am I going to do with these now?” June thought. There was no way she could ever wear that pair again without thinking of what she’d seen.

June’s thoughts drifted back to what she’d seen Steven doing just a few minutes ago — what he was no doubt doing again even now. She pictured his fist gliding forcefully up and down his beautiful cock and shuddered slightly at her own reaction.

June had assumed her son’s body had develop with everything sort of proportional. He wasn’t particularly tall or broad shouldered. Nothing about his outward appearance seemed especially big. But having seen him now, fully erect, she realized he was endowed with equipment just as impressive as his fathers — which frankly looked even bigger on him.

June pictured Steve’s cock, glistening with lube as he pumped it lewdly. The veins standing out on the shaft, and the angry purple head crowning it. There was no denying he had quite the impressive cock! The kind that would tear up your pussy and leave you gasping for more.

“June Simpson! That’s no way to think of your son!” she admonished herself silently. What the hell was wrong with her? She caught her son red handed masturbating in her panties, and now she couldn’t get her mind off his cock?

She giggled involuntarily at this. Stevie was caught “red handed” masturbating! Wicked June was clearly at play here. That being her pet name for the voice that sometimes whispered snarky or rude things in her head, always ready to encourage bad behavior. She generally had that part of herself on lock down, but it did surface from time to time.

She refocused her mind on what was really bothering her. That would get Wicked June to settle down.

“I’m going to have to talk to that boy; but I’m going to need to cool down first.” She thought.

Stealing was never acceptable, and he knew that. Invading the privacy of his mother’s room was obviously not OK either! She knew those were the panties she’d worn just yesterday, so that meant he’d been rooting around in her hamper. Did he get into her lingerie drawer too?

“Oh Christ! What if he finds Bruce!” she thought a surge of panic coursing through her.

“Bruce” was her boyfriend — or that’s how she thought of him now. He’d been a gift from Mike, one of the last he’d given her. A rather large black dildo, very lifelike and never failing to “Get it up” when she needed him.

Mike had presented “Bruce” to her when he was trying to talk her into trying a threesome. That hadn’t turned out quite as he’d hoped; but it had led to some fun times together. She wasn’t interested in more than one real guy at a time, but they’d had fun indulging fantasies with Mike in one end of her and “Bruce” in the other.

“I’d better move Bruce.” She thought. “Maybe the top shelf of my closet tucked away in an old shoebox?”

Looking at her watch, June realized there was no way they’d make the reservation she’d booked. “Stevie’s obviously too busy masturbating to show any consideration for anyone else!” she thought irritably as she reached for her cell phone to call and cancel the reservation.

“There goes your Special Birthday Dinner!” she thought. “It’s going to just be spaghetti with mom now instead of steak and lobster!” Little did she know that at that very moment her Stevie was treating himself to his very own Special Birthday Dinner of sorts…

—

Steve could smell something good cooking downstairs. “I might as well clean up and go face the music” he thought, licking his hand once more for good measure.

When he got downstairs his mom was moving quickly through the kitchen — and not in a good way. Steve could tell by her expression and the extra energy she was putting into every motion that she was wound up tight and not at all happy. This was not going to be a pleasant dinner — that much was for sure.

“Took you long enough.” June fumed as she glared at her son. “Just so you know, I’d planned a special birthday dinner for you at Ricardo’s — but you were taking so long I had to cancel our reservations.”

“Sorry…” Steve replied with chagrin, wondering what he could have said. The truth? Steve imagined her reaction if he said something like “Yeah, sorry mom, I was really enjoying a nice long wank up there!” He knew this was definitely one of those times where a short answer was probably best.

“Here, you can set the table.” June said as she thrust some plates and silverware at him.

Steve quietly complied as she retuned to preparing dinner — spaghetti with garlic bread and a salad.

Mom set out a glass of water for her son and one of wine for herself while Steve brought the big wooden salad bowl out. Soon they were eating in silence. His mom was clearly still upset and not ready to talk. Heck, he really didn’t think he was ready to talk either. This is just not something any guy wants to discuss with his mom, particularly not on his birthday.

Ultimately it took several days for his mom to settle down. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her this angry before, and he had seen her get mad! June barely spoke to him during this time, and he did his best to avoid her too. He didn’t know what to say, and everything he imagined saying only made things worse in my mind.

—

“I think Steven might be gay” June said as Karen took her usual seat in the break room at their favorite table.

“Is that why I got an urgent and ominous text from you?”

“Yeah, it is — and what’s worse I think I may have screwed this up and really hurt him. I kind of flipped out on him… I may have overreacted, but honestly it just took me by surprise!”

“Slow down, sister! Let’s rewind this and unpack… how about we start with why you think Steven might be gay. Did he tell you this?” Karen asked.

“Tell me? No, it wasn’t anything he said exactly, more what he did — or rather what I found him doing…” June replied.

“Oh really! So, what was it then? What did he do that tipped you off? Tell me it wasn’t a gerbil!” Karen teased. Of course, it wasn’t a gerbil. That’s pretty much anatomically Impossible and besides even if it were it would be bestiality not homosexual behavior… unless maybe if the gerbil was a boy too?

“This is serious, Karen! No, he wasn’t doing a gerbil – that’s absurd.”

“Just lightening the mood… so… what was he doing? Looking at gay porn? All boys look at porn, and I bet a lot of straight boys take a peek at the gay stuff just out of curiosity” Karen pointed out helpfully.

“Actually, there wasn’t any porn involved — at least none I saw” June replied.

“He was masturbating…” June started.

“Again, not a big deal! In the entire history of the human race, I bet the only men you could ever find that haven’t masturbated when they were boys are ones born without arms.”

“Let me finish! Obviously, it’s not simply that I found him masturbating.”

“Caught him red handed, did you?” Karen giggled.

Fixing her best friend with a stern glare June continued “he was wearing panties. Specifically, my panties…” June’s voice trailed off to a whisper with that last part. There wasn’t anyone else in the break room, but you never knew when a doctor, nurse, or orderly might pop in. Even the occasional administrator might stop by to interrupt things.

Karen stared back at her friend, eyes wider now and much more intrigued than amused now.

“Really! Which pair? We’re they cute? Little bows on the front or anything fun like that?”

“Will you take this seriously! Honestly Karen, what’s wrong with you! I haven’t even gotten to the problem yet…”

“Ok. Totally serious face here” Karen said as she composed herself. “But just so you know, panties do not make a guy gay. Remember Kevin?” Karen asked.

June nodded. “What about him?”

“Let’s just say he liked to play dress up from time to time and I can assure you tab A definitely went into slot B.”

“More like slut B” June snickered.

“And now who’s not taking it seriously?” Karen giggled.

“Fair point… Cowboy Kevin from Wyoming? Really!? Never would have guessed…” June said.

“So anyway, I found Steven masturbating in a pair of my panties last Saturday and yes they were cute! For the record I only own cute panties… But when I realized what he was wearing, I sort of flipped out on him. I mean at first, I was just embarrassed to have walked in on him, you know. Then I was confused seeing him in panties; but once I realized they were my panties — and one of my favorite pairs mind you, I just flipped out and yelled at him.”

“How did that work out for you?” Karen asked, her eyebrows arching knowingly.

“About like you might expect. We’ve barely said anything to each other since. Frankly, I think we’re both avoiding each other right now. The last he knew I was furious with him, so he probably thinks I’m still mad. Worse I suspect he might be misunderstanding why I’m mad.”

“Might, huh? Did you clarify it for him?”

“No, like I said – we’ve barely spoken since.”

“So… what exactly did you say to him?”

“Well, first I told him to take them off immediately, of course; and then I made him hand them over. Then I just stormed out to get dinner ready. Oh, I told him we were not done, too.”

“So, he knows you’re pissed, and apparently you’re not ready to talk about it, so he knows the other shoe has yet to drop. Basically, he’s unsure why your pissed or what the consequences are, right?”

“Yeah, that about covers it” June said.

“Well, how do you know this isn’t a one-time thing? Maybe this was the first offense?”

“Unfortunately, no… I think it’s probably been going on for a while now.”

“Sounds like you’re pretty sure about that. What makes you so confident?”

“Well… I’ve been noticing that some of my panties are wearing out sooner than I expect them to. Worse, it’s not my every day comfortable panties or my cheap as hell workout panties — nope, it’s my most expensive and nicest Victoria’s Secret panties…”

“Heh! The kids got taste! You gotta give him that… So how long has little Stevie been nicking your knickers?”

“I don’t know, but I’ve got a hunch this wasn’t the first time. It seems at least nine pairs are now saggy and I’m going to have to toss them out and replace them.”

“Ouch! Sounds like he’s been raiding your dresser for a while then.” Karen observed.

“Not my dresser, my hamper. The pair I caught him in were ones I’d worn just the day before…” June hissed.

“Seriously!? They were dirty? Eeeeewwww!”

“I know! Totally eww!”

“That dirty little pervert!” Karen snickered.

“You wouldn’t think it’s so funny if it was your son — or your husband for that matter!” June shot back.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, that was very wrong of me to point out — but just to be clear here, the panties were dirty right? And he is a little pervy, don’t you think?”

“Karen! I love him with all my heart!” June pleaded. “He’s a good boy, he just likes panties…”

“His mom’s panties” Karen corrected her “his mom’s dirty panties, actually!”

“Sooooo not helpful” June retorted.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“Throw them out and go shopping I guess…” June replied

“Why not donate them? You know, to a good cause or something.” Karen said with a gleam in her eye.

“I’m pretty sure thrift stores don’t take used panties you screwball!”

“Who said anything about a thrift store? Not me! I said for a good cause!”

“And what cause would that be, genius?”

“Look, you’re not going to keep them — A) they’re saggy don’t fit, and B) eeeeww!”

“Duh!”

“So you might as well try to get some good out of them, right?”

“I should donate them Ms. Elizabeth’s Home for Wayward Sluts?” June asked comically.

“In a way, yes”

“I don’t get you – there’s no such place.”

“Yes there is! And the headquarters is right in your kitchen!”

“Ok now I’m really confused! What on earth are you talking about?” June said, bordering on frustration with her altogether unhelpful friend.

“Let’s unpack this!” Karen suggested. “You’re upset because Steven violated social norms and very reasonable boundaries by sneaking into your room and nicking your knickers, right?”

“That’s what I’ve been saying all along!” June agreed.

“It’s not that he was masturbating – we both know that’s perfectly normal and to be expected from any teen boy.”

“Correct again, Einstein!” June muttered.

“Right now the two of you two are basically not talking and he most likely thinks your mad at him for wearing panties, or maybe masturbating in panties. There’s more than enough homophobia around the panhandle to basically assure him he’ll be judged and judged harshly for this whether or not he’s gay.”

“Yes…” June sighed. “Your point being?”

“Give them to Stevie! He desperately needs to know his mom loves him and approves of him — or at the very least is basically ok with him. You’re certainly not going to keep them. As you’ve already pointed out thrift stores won’t take ’em; and if only poor little Stevie had some panties of his very own, he wouldn’t need to go sneaking around filching yours! It’s a win-win! Problem solved!” Karen announced with pride and delight.

“You’re kidding, right?” June asked incredulously.

“Not at all! I’m completely serious! Have you got a better way to tell him you’re ok with him liking what he obviously likes, and you love him no matter what?”

“But I’d basically be rewarding bad behavior. I can’t do that. He’s got to learn to respect boundaries and stealing things is never ok” June pointed out.

“Of course! And you should lead with that. Make sure you clearly lay out a proper punishment first, then — decoupled from that, you present him with his new knickers!”

“You just love that word, don’t you? What, are you from merry old England now? Who calls them knickers?”

“I know! It’s fun! Little Stevie’s been nicking knickers and now he must face the frilly consequences!” Karen beamed.

“You’re hysterical… don’t quit your day job.”

“Have you got any better ideas? Toss out the panties and keep poor Stevie in the dark about why you’re actually upset? You know right now he probably feels more shame than any boy ought to ever feel and no small amount of judgement from his own mom. That has got to be devastating for him. You need to find some way to make sure he knows this is ok.”

“It’s not ok!” June blurted. “I don’t want my son growing up to be some sort of creepy panty thief!”

They both laughed at that thought.

“No, of course not; and that’s exactly why you’re going to talk to him and gently, carefully, patiently explain what the real problem is, what the actual consequences are going to be, and that most importantly you still love him unconditionally and without reservations. That he’s just fine, gay, straight or bi. That you’re proud of him and excited to see him grow up into the good person you know him to be! All that good mom shit we have to dole out in large portions. You know the drill!”

“Damn it… you’re right — and the worst part is you know it.”

“I love you too, June!” Karen said as she reached out for her friend’s hand.

“So, what’s his punishment going to be? Laundry maybe?” Karen snickered.

“Oh, you’re sooooo bad! No, I’m not putting the fox in charge of the hen house — besides, I gave him that chore once before and her ruined my best jeans, remember? You know how hard it is to find a pair that’s comfortable and flattering! God, I could have killed him.”

“Oh boy, do you have laundry issues” Karen giggled. How about dinner? Can he cook?”

“Nope, not unless there’s fire involved and even then, not reliably. I think it’s going to have to be cleaning — that boy needs lots of practice picking things up!”

“Ok, that’s settled then. You’ve got a plan, and very soon your whole house will be in order!”

“You mean straightened up and tidy, or just back to our normal loving, trusting happiness?”

“Both, I hope! Don’t you?”

“Yeah… yeah I really do!”

—

Finally, after almost a week had gone and she seemed much more like herself, June came to him and said “Stevie, we need to talk.”

June took him by the hand and led him into the living room where she sat on the couch and patted the spot to her left.

“Do you understand why I’ve been so angry with you?” June began.

“Uhhh, because you caught me jacking off?” Steve replied hesitantly.

“That’s called masturbation, sweetie — and while it’s related to what made me angry, it’s not that exactly. Masturbation is a perfectly normal thing that everyone does. So, it’s not that you were masturbating — all boys do that.”

June was like that sometimes. When she was being really serious about something she’d always use the clinical terms. It just seemed like the right way to talk when you’re being serious.

“So… since it wasn’t the fact that you were masturbating, what do you think it might have been? Think back to what I said when I found you.” June pressed.

“Uhhh, your panties?” Steve guessed.

“What about them? What about my panties upset me?”

“I was wearing them…” Steve almost whispered.

“Yes, you were! But you weren’t just wearing them, were you? You were masturbating in them. How do you think that made me feel?”

“I don’t know!” Steve blurted defensively.

“Oh really? Think back — I bet you can imagine how I felt, can’t you?” June coaxed.

“Uhhh… mad?” Steve guessed.

“Well, yes. I was pretty mad wasn’t I. What would make me mad about that?”

“I… I… I don’t know… Masturbating is OK, but masturbating in panties isn’t? Was it because it wasn’t manly?” Steve said, terrified that might be the real reason. He didn’t know why he liked them, but at that moment he really wished he didn’t.

“Bzzzzzt! Wrong answer!” June teased — that was the same way she’d tell him he got a question wrong if they were playing a trivia game.

“Masturbation is OK. Heck, boys your age masturbating is so normal it’s probably universal and there’d be something wrong if you weren’t masturbating. Panties are OK too! Different, certainly; but also OK.” June explained patiently.

“That’s not something any of the men I’ve been with were in to as far as I know; but some men are — and it’s fine if they want to wear their own panties with a partner or alone when they’re masturbating.” June really put some emphasis into that last part — a hint if ever there was one.

“Uhh… I was masturbating in your panties?” Steve tried.

“Well, yeah, we’ve already established that part, haven’t we?” June said — maybe a hint of frustration or impatience creeping into her voice.

“Let’s try a different tact, shall we?” June continued. “Is it OK to take something that belongs to someone else without their permission or knowledge?”

“No…” Steve admitted. Now she was just asking obvious questions.

“Good! That’s pretty basic and, honestly, I expect a 5-year-old to comprehend that. Let’s build on it shall we and see where it goes? How would you feel if you had a little brother and he snuck into your room and took a favorite thing of yours without asking?”

“Mad, I guess…”

“Yeah, I bet you would. Why is that?”

“Because it’s not right and you should ask permission first?”

“Of course, silly! But that doesn’t answer the question, does it? Why would you be mad?”

“Because it’s mine, not his, and what if he broke it or something?”

“OK, now we’re getting there!” June announced. “I think the concepts you’re looking for are betrayal of trust and the importance of boundaries — especially when it comes to intimate personal things. You expect your family and friends not to violate your trust or your boundaries; so, it really hurts when you learn they’ve done just that. Now then, why was I so angry when I found you masturbating in my panties?”

Finally putting it all together, Steve saw where she was going. “Uhh, when you found me… masturbating… in your panties… you knew I’d snuck them out of your room which meant I’d been in your room… without your permission… and that I’d borrowed your panties without asking?” I replied.

“Yes. Yes I did.” June said. “I’ll admit it surprised me to find you masturbating, and definitely surprised me to see you in panties; but really — it was knowing you’d stolen my panties — not borrowed, mister! Stolen! And that having stolen them, you were using them to masturbate.”

“That’s not true!” Steve blurted. “I didn’t steal them; I was only borrowing them. I would have put them back!”

“That’s not borrowing mister. To borrow something, you need permission first. When you take something without permission that’s called stealing! It doesn’t matter whether you put it back afterwards or not, it’s still stealing.” June corrected him.

“OK… I stole your panties and masturbated in them.” Steve admitted. “That was wrong. I understand that now. I guess I should have asked permission… But how’s that work? What mom is going to say ‘Sure son, here go masturbate in my panties! Be sure to bring them back clean when you’re though.’ I can’t even imagine asking for something like that…” Steve trailed off.

“Don’t misunderstand me here. It’s not that you were masturbating, or that you were wearing panties; it was that you were masturbating in my panties that you’d stolen for that very purpose! Do you see the distinction, sweetie?”

“I guess so…” Steve replied.

“You guess so? That’s pretty lame! I think you know so, don’t you! You knew what you were doing was wrong even while you were doing it. Otherwise, why steal my panties? Why not just ask?”

“I couldn’t “just ask”, mom! Can you even imagine how embarrassing that would be? What else could I do? It’s not like I’ve got panties of my own…”

“Actually, you could have asked — I hope if nothing else you at least realize that now. No, I obviously wouldn’t have given you permission to use my panties; but you could have told me you’d like some panties and asked if I’d give you some or help you get some of your own.”

“Really? Really mom? I could have asked for panties you would have just said “Sure, here let me help you get some!” Steve asked incredulously.

“Actually, yes. I’d have been surprised by the question; but not upset. Seriously, Steven, you can talk to me about anything — and I love you no matter what. That’s what makes this all so upsetting for me! You didn’t come talk to me, instead you invaded my room and took what you wanted. You snuck around behind my back. Which brings me to the next thing — consequences.”

“You do realize there need to be consequences here, don’t you?” June asked.

“Yeah, I guess so. It was wrong — what I did. I understand that now.” Steve admitted. “I didn’t mean to hurt you mom! I just didn’t think I could ask you for this…” his voice trailed off.

“Alright then. Respecting boundaries and maintaining trust with open communication is all about growing up and being a decent person. With that in mind, I think it’s time you took on some more responsibilities around here, understood?” June stated.

“Yes ma’am…” Steve replied.

“Normally I’d want the punishment to fit the crime, and since you raided my hamper, laundry duty would be in order; but giving you laundry duties just seems like asking the fox to guard the hen house.” June chuckled.

Steve blushed a bit and said with a. grin “yeah… I can see that.”

“Cooking is out — we’ve both seen the damage you can do in the kitchen and, frankly, I don’t think that’s a viable option — at least not without a lot of effort on my part to teach you.”

“That leaves cleaning.” June stated.

Steve just groaned in response. Cleaning was probably his least favorite chore, and she knew that.

“Relax, I’m not asking you to clean the kitchen — that’s out of the question; you’d just make a mess out of my organization, and I’d never be able to find anything. We’d probably both starve.” June kidded with him.

“So, bathrooms it is. The bathrooms are hence forth your domain, mister! You’re to keep them spotless — and I mean everywhere! Yes, you’ll be scrubbing the toilets, but you’ll also be sweeping, mopping, polishing and generally keeping them to a resort level of cleanliness!” June announced to Steve’s dismay.

“Now there are only two bathrooms in this house, so that doesn’t quite seem like enough to me, so there’s one more thing I need from you, OK?”

“Not really, but do I have a choice?” Steve replied, dismayed at his misfortune.

“Buck up, buckaroo! This one’s not so bad! I just want you to pick up after yourself, understand? This means, if you get it out, you put it away. If you take it off, it goes in the hamper – not on the floor. Basically, if you make a mess, then you clean it up! Got that? I want you to personally clean up each and every mess you make!”

With this last part, Steve’s cheeks burned crimson. Did she know? How could she! No… She couldn’t possibly know what that sounded like to him; but that didn’t stop him from thinking about it. Yes, he’d be glad to “clean up his messes” — that being what he called it when he came after jacking off.