A few years back, I started to find several pairs of my panties in my son’s hamper when I was going to do laundry. They were obviously used and very messy and I honestly didn’t know how to react.
This was before we were intimate with each other the way we are now, if you’re at all familiar with my post history.
Anyway.
In the end I did nothing and hoped that he wouldn’t do it again, that it was just sort of a one-time thing, something he did out of curiosity and that I wouldn’t need to talk to his father about it.
His father was a very abusive man who I have since left, but I was heavily under his control back in those days, which meant I always reported everything that went on in our house back to him.
Unfortunately, that was a foolish hope and of course my panties kept popping up in his hamper, all sticky and wet. And the longer I didn’t say anything to him or my ex-husband about it, the harder it became to say anything at all.