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Linda's discovery

... maybe the taste of the panties that they are attracted to." When she mentioned that Mark might be smelling and tasting my panties I blushed again. "So... I can tell you've thought about that too... but I get the impression that you have a different thought?" she said when she noticed how flushed I had become. "Yeah," I said softly. "I was thinking that Mark liked smelling ME on those panties," I continued, looking down, unable to look at her in the eye. "I don't know... I guess I just wondered what you thought..." "I can relate to that," Anne said quietly. "And from the way you are flushed, I get the sense that when you considered that you may be the object of your son's fantasies, it turned you on? Maybe he became an object of your fantasy life?" I was so embarrassed that all I could do was nod. Anne got up from her chair and came over to where I was standing. She gave me a sweet, gentle hug and said "Linda, it's okay with me if you played with yourself while fantasizing about your son. He's a good looking young man. And, if it makes you feel any better, you're not alone. It's just fantasy. I don't feel guilty, and I don't think you should either." There it was. Our deepest secret that we had ever shared was out there for us to now know about each other. Without saying it, I knew that Anne had cum fantasizing about her son and she knew that I had done the same. Since she didn't feel any guilt over it, I felt a weight had been lifted off of me and I let my guilt go as well. ...

... In fact, inside, I felt liberated that I had a new, powerful, fantasy that I could call on whenever the urge struck. I looked up at her and we both smiled. "Thanks," I said and gave her a hug. "This has been a big help." After she left, I knew that I was going to say nothing to Mark. If he liked using my panties as a source of fantasy while he masturbated, I was now okay with it. He certainly didn't act like he was embarrassed of ashamed of his fantasies and I didn't feel the need to make him feel any different. Besides, he had probably been doing it for years and – since he was leaving for school the following week – I only had a few more days to have to hide the secret that I knew what he was doing even though he thought he was getting away with it. ******************** The next few days flew by. Between work and getting him ready to go back to school, I didn't have a lot of down time to think about what he might be doing with my panties behind his bedroom door at night. That's not to say that I didn't cum when I did have time to think about it. Over the next week I noticed that my panties had been moved four times and each time I would take those same panties and rub them over my body when I went to bed dreaming about Mark's cock having been so near. Each time I would rub myself to a nice hard orgasm with my panties still on, leaving a strong scent for Mark to enjoy if he decided to look in the hamper the next day. Maybe that's why the frequency seemed to increase that last ...