Sam was a bright, 20 year old, radiant young man. He far surpassed his classmates in their studies. Spending long hours in his room completing assignments working many hours into the night. Sam had a somewhat clumsily hidden secret. Sam had a great deal of interest in the under-wears of his mother and aunts. He was obsessed. Swiping clothes from the house's only drier, walking quietly and containing his excitement. Sam would even go as far as to reach into the drawers on his mother's bedroom furniture. But Sam was putting that behind him now.
He was behind in his classwork and spent even more time hitting the books....
Sam waved the pencil with his pointer and thumb while examining the equation he had to simplify. He turned his eyes away from the paper and leaned back into his desk chair. "I would like to see if she left her clothes in the bathroom." Sam thought. Suddenly wondering if his mother told his aunt Reba that he had a habit of taking things in that way. "There's no way." Sam announced out loud. Sam turned his eyes back to the math work he had been attempting to solve.
Unable to concentrate on his paperwork Sam stood up, He was horny, and it was only 8:45. He knew he was going to at least look in the bathroom, in case the clothes her aunt had previously worn were strewn about. Though his family was still very much active and awake, he knew his mother would be sitting down with her sister and chatting about any old thing. Sam was thinking very hard about the bathroom and his chance at getting a much sought after treasure to fill his habit. He walked from his upstairs bedroom towards the upstairs bathroom, he was able to look down the stairs and see his mother and aunt crowded around the television.
Sam entered the bathroom and closed the door slowly behind him. His eyes asphyxiated immediately on the clothing still in the place where his aunt had put it when she stripped her clothes off. He could tell she pulled her jeans and underwear off in 1 tug the way they were on the floor. Sam was somewhat relieved that the underwear she had been wearing were just a conservative pair of whites. He was able to step right over them on his way out of the John.
Sam returned to his room and let out a big sigh. He heard his moms voice and realized quickly that she was talking about him or calling his name. He took this much needed break to walk out into the hallway and down the stairs, at least to spend time in the kitchen. Sam walked down the stairs 1 at a time. His aunt Reba smiled and said "Hey Sam."
Reba was only 6 or so years older than Sam. "Hello Reba, I'm glad mother and you are enjoying yourselves." said Sam.
"We were just talking about you". said Reba. Sam couldn't help but feel fear. He was very glad he refrained from touching his aunt's worn clothing.
"Your Mother wanted to know if you were hungry." Said Reba.
Sam felt a wave of relief to know his secret was safe.
Sam declined his mother's offer to prepare him a piece of dessert.
Sam walked up the stairs 2 at a time and started straight towards his room when he gazed into the guest room just to see one of his aunt Reba's bags wide open, with cloth goods visible. He stood stone still in the hallway, listening. When he determined he was safe, he walked into the guest room. The familiar room with the queen sized bed in the middle, Sam recalled when his mother still kept old clothes in the drawers. He'd spend hours home alone putting on things and staring at himself in the mirror. Sam looked into the bag and saw a red pair of cotton briefs. Sam's blood began to rush and he started to get an erection. Sam decided then and there to take the red briefs. He grabbed them in his hand and pulled them free from the bag. Stuffing them in his pocket he started for his bedroom.
Sam closed his bedroom door behind him and started to feel guilty, just the other day he had decided he needed to steal clothes much less frequently. And here he was with a pair of red cotton briefs in his pocket. His blood began to flow as he thought about the tightness he would feel wearing these size 6 briefs. He thought about how just the other day, the morning before specifically, his mother confronted him and offered to buy him underwear to wear. He answered no but it was impossible for him to claim he was not taking panties. He had suspected that his mother knew that he had taken a pair of his mothers underwear from her bedroom, just an hour before. Sam's mind was racing and he decided it was a good time to masturbate. He stripped his clothes naked and slid the briefs up one leg at a time, letting the elastic smack his skin when he pulled them all the way up,over his genitals. Sam thought he could cum right then.
Sam heard his mother's voice again and quickly pulled his shorts on. Before he could find his own shirt his mother had opened the door, Seeing her shirtless son, her vision narrowed as she tried to chase the outline of panty lines. Sam could feel her gaze upon him. He was going to mumble something but decided not to, her mother would speak first he thought. "Come downstairs and hang out with your aunt Reba, she changed your diapers you know." Sam's mother said in a playful tone. "and put your shirt back on" she added.
Sam nodded approvingly.
Sam walked down the steps 1 at a time feeling the cotton glide between his legs and privates. He wanted to moan, but contained it. When Sam sat down on the couch he began getting involved in the conversation and almost forgot he had his new panties on for the first time. Sam was glad his aunt Reba had visited them this weekend. Soon after drinks and laughs, Sam could hear his mother talking about the bathroom. "Did you leave your clothes on the floor when you showered?" His Mother did not like a messy bathroom.
"Sorry about that" answered Reba. Reba began climbing the stairs when Sam's mother said to her, "make sure nothing's missing."
"I beg your pardon?" asked Reba.
Sam could feel his heart in his throat, his cheeks began to turn red. Sam closed his eyes and hoped that he mis-heard his mother.
"He will take from what you leave out." His mother stated, as matter of factually.
Reba blinked, still confused on her way to the bathroom, she scooped up the clothes in her arms and brought them to the guest room where she sat them down next to her all ready opened bag. She walked out of the guest room and down the stairs to sit gently on the couch. "What were you saying then?" Reba asked her oldest sister.
"Sam will take your clothes if you leave them out." Sam's mother looked embarrassed herself.
"Is this true Sam, do you take clothes from the people around you?" Reba asked Sam
Sam went to speak but his mother spoke over him.
"Not just to have them, he wear's them too."
Reba started to smile and looked right at Sam.
"Do you look like a real girl when you are dressed up Sam?"
Sam turned even more red, having dreading someone to know, much less talk about his shameful character trait.
"He probably has my underwear on right now." Sam's mother said cooly.
Sam gave his mother a sharp look.
"Well do you Sam? Are you wearing your mother's naughty bits?" Asked Reba.