My experience of being caught with Aunt Rachel’s panties happened when I was 16, shortly after my folks had told me that I was adopted.One Saturday my Mom asked me to drop a cake pan off at Aunt Rachel’s.” I looked down and could see the obvious bulge that the two pairs of panties were making in my pants. “You are not leaving this room until you show me what you have in there!
“Very pretty” she said, embarrassing me even further, “but something is missing.” With that she went to the top right drawer I had so recently violated and pulled out a pink bra that matched the panties I was wearing.
It was a set and the bra was just as beautiful, with satin and lace and delicate embroidery all over the cups. “No, please” I said in a trembling voice, close to tears. I helplessly held out my arms as she slipped the straps over my shoulders and snapped the bra in the back.
If it weren’t for the load of trouble I felt I was about to get into with my parents, this would have been a dream come true for me. I sat there inhaling the scent I had become so familiar with over the past few years.
This time, though, the scent was fresh and even more delicious than when I had worshipped panties stolen from Aunt Rachel’s hamper.
With that she went to her closet and pulled out a sheer pink peignoir and tossed it to me. I silently complied and just stood there waiting to see what would come next. You look like a little sissy girl.” “I’m sorry Aunt Rachel”; I said “but please don’t tell Mom and Dad.” She took me by the shoulders and sat me on her bed and told me; “You sit here like that and think about what you’ve done for awhile.
I am going to try and cool off and then we’ll decide what we are going to do about this.” With that she turned and began to walk out.
After about a half-hour she came back into the room. I sat there looking up at her stern face and shivered with dread, she would tell my parents everything and I would be done for. You will be doing all my housework for me, all the vacuuming and dusting. ” Referring of course to the large stain that my raging hard-on had caused. After sorting and removing most of them she said, “I want you to make sure to get them all!
She came over to the bed and stood over me, obviously enjoying my predicament. “Since you like to wear my panties you will come over here every Saturday until I decide otherwise and do just that! I was shocked, but a little relieved; she would keep this between just us. As well as the mending, ironing, dishwashing and you will appreciate this; all the laundry as well. She had produced a Polaroid One-Step and was taking photos of me wearing her bra, panties, peignoir and her soaked panties on my head. “I will keep these in my safety deposit box for safe-keeping” “You will call your mother and tell her that you have agreed to come over every Saturday to do chores, for which you will be paid, starting today.” I could not believe this; I was at once frightened and excited. “Your first chore will be to do the hand washing of my bras and panties. ” After I had hung-up she came into the room and said, “Well? In fact she said that it would teach me some responsibility as well as give me gas money! ” and pushed my head deep down into the tall hamper and held it there.
Occasionally I would suck the crotch of the panties into my mouth to keep the taste fresh on my lips.