Jon was shocked. He'd wet his pants! Why hadn't his mother warned him? There, safe behind his bedroom door, at least he was safe from the ridicule of his peers, but he still felt their laughter, heard it ringing in his ears. As he tore mother's soaked satin panties from his body and threw them across the room, he fought down the sobs of humiliation.
He crossed the room to his custom built dresser and pulled out the underwear drawer. His father, an architect, had designed the house specifically for their family's needs. For example, the master bedroom and his bedroom shared a wall, the same wall that held his and his mother's dressers. When Jon pulled his underwear drawer out, it was pulling his mother's underwear drawer through to his side of the wall. Over the years it had come in handy, saving Jon many trips into his parents' room.
The drawer was almost full since the previous day had been laundry day. He examined his choices, hands and eyes flitting this way and that as he looked at the various options. It wasn't that he was trying to decide, though; Jon knew exactly what he wanted. The trauma of the wet panties had hurt him enough that he needed to boost his self-esteem. He needed to feel better.
He needed the black lace.
Pulling the sexy black lace g-string from the drawer, he held it in front of him. It offered only a tiny triangle of see-through coverage in the front and a thin string that would ride straight up his ass crack. His penis would hang fully exposed, and his behind would be on show.
It was perfect.
Jon knew that since he had left the laundry room his thoughts had been a little funny, strange ideas popping into his head, but this he knew for sure. Whenever he needed a 'pick-me-up' he started with his underwear. Sexy underwear was the best remedy for almost anything.
He slipped the white bra off under his shirt and swapped it out with the black underwire that went with the g-string, a smile forming on his lips. His t-shirt, proudly proclaiming that he wore his mother's underwear showing a hint of the dark colour that it hid beneath, Jon was sure that he was ready to face the party, once again.
First, though, he figured that he should have a word with his mother about her bathroom habits.
