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Linda's discovery

... standing in his bedroom with him and a pair of cum soaked panties that I knew was less than three feet away for him to find. We went to lunch and he walked me around campus to show me where his classes were. We had a wonderful couple of hours together and, at one point, he put his arm around me as we walked. I felt like a school girl again with a crush on the captain of the football team. When it was time to go he gave me a big hug and I could feel his strong arms around me, holding me tight. "I've missed you, mom," he said sincerely. "I'm really glad you came." "Me too, honey. This has been a wonderful day for me. Have fun tonight and be careful." He kissed me on the cheek and I held his face close to mine for longer than I usually do. I wanted desperately to kiss him on the lips... to feel him hold me close and feel his hands run all over my body. But, of course, I didn't. "I love you, baby." "I love you too, mom." With that I was off. Driving back I was both nervous and incredibly turned on. It felt so naughty but – since he would never know that I had done it on purpose – it couldn't really be naughty... could it? I didn't hear from him until the following night. When I heard the phone ring, I knew it was him before even seeing the caller I.D. and my heart skipped a beat. "Hi baby," I answered, trying to hide the excitement in my voice. "Is that always the way you answer the phone?" he laughed. "Only when I know it is you," I laughed back at him. "So – how was the ...

... party?" He told me about the party and a few other mundane things that I would never be able to recall since the whole time I was wondering if he had unpacked his bag yet and seen the panties that I had hidden. We chatted for about 15 minutes and I was convinced – since he hadn't said anything – that he must not have opened his bag. As the conversation finally wound down he said "Uh, mom, I don't know if you know this, but there was a pair of your panties in the things you brought me." "What?!?" I said, trying to sound surprised and alarmed. "What are you talking about?" "It's okay," he laughed. "I just didn't know if you even knew you were missing a pair and, if you had noticed, thought you might like to know that they weren't lost." "Oh gosh," I breathed, my face flushing. My plan was working even though he had no idea. "I guess I must have gotten them mixed up when I was washing your shirts to bring to you." "No problem," he laughed again. "I didn't know if you were trying to leave me a present or if it was an accident. I'll just hang on to them until I come home." "Okay. Thanks," I said, maybe a little too quickly. I could feel myself blushing furiously at what I had done and didn't want him to catch on to my nervousness. "I'll talk to you soon honey." We didn't talk again for two days. I thought about him and my panties in every spare moment I had. I knew that he had to have smelled them, and tasted them. I so wish that I had the nerve to really talk to him about it. But maybe ...