[M4F] Your thongs keep disappearing out of the laundry, until one turns up in my home office

You’ve been home from college for a few weeks now, finally moving into my house after your mom made the move months ago. I’ve tried to keep things normal — polite. Respectful. I’m your mom’s boyfriend, after all. I’m not supposed to notice how confident you’ve become… or how your skimpiest laundry keeps showing up in the hamper.

But something’s been off lately.

Not everything goes back into your drawers. A few of your thongs, G-strings — the skimpiest and cutest pieces — are just gone. You’ve started to notice. Counting them. Quietly wondering if you misplaced them.

Until this morning, you stepped into my home office to use the printer — and froze.

One of them was there. Yours. Draped casually on the armrest of my desk chair like it belonged.

You didn’t say anything. Just stared for a beat too long… Was it an accident? A mistake? Or was I telling you something?

You haven’t asked. But now, every time we’re alone in the house, there’s a different kind of silence between us.

A question no one wants to say out loud.

Kinks: Voyeurism, lingerie, slow corruption, taboo tension, age gaps, subtle dominance, psychological teasing.
Limits respected. Let’s take it slow… or not.