Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

"Come on; tell Mummy which ones you like. Don't be shy."

"Mum, please..!"

"I've suspected for a while you know - that you were into this kind of thing. I know for instance, that you go through my underwear drawer from time to time. I don't mind too much. In fact I'm quite flattered if anything, that you should want to play with my knickers. Do you ever try them on?"

Vivian shook his head in a shameful lie. He felt humiliated, but there was something thrilling about it too. It was as if he was being held prisoner but in a consensual, agreeable way, as if his cock would not allow him his freedom and dignity on the one hand, and on the other, the sceptre of his mother's knowledge about his fetish paralysed him, kept him in his seat. The fact that she was fully aware of his present state of decorum (or rather - lack of it) only amplified his shame... and thus his enjoyment.

"All right, Vivian... I know how desperate your urge is. The lure of ladies underwear and the femininity it represents is a powerful force to some. She is a demanding mistress once she gets her long, sharp fingernails into you. It is pointless trying to fight it, believe me. It is better to embrace something you have no hope of defeating.

"I went through the same thing with your father when he was still around and I found it far easier going along with his desires and encouraging them rather than forcing him into denial. And so I'll make it easy for you too. Here's what we'll do..."

Mrs Richardson angled her legs and turned towards her son, her skirt riding up to reveal an extra inch or two of sleek black stockinged thigh. Her knee bumped his leg. He could smell her warmth and perfume.

"You're going to think I'm terrible, but... " She smiled, folding down the corners of the page absent-mindedly. "I'd like to watch you do something..." She blinked and blushed. "You know..."

Vivian was confused. What was she getting to? "Watch me what?" he said. There was buzzing and ringing in his ears.