I was worried about my mum mentioning the nighties to me, but despite her having ample opportunity to do so, no such conversation came. I did about crap myself when she came into my room saying “Are these yours?”, which turned out to just be a pair of my normal pyjamas that wear mixed up with my dad’s stuff. A few days later, my mum moved the nighties into her wardrobe. Was she going to start wearing them? Although this worked to my advantage as it got them out of sight, I couldn’t simply take them as she put the right at the front of the wardrobe and notice if they just disappeared. I waited until the weekend then moved them to the back of her wardrobe - that way she would find them if she noticed they were gone, but might think that she moved them and couldn’t remember after drinking too much wine. I kept an eye on them for the next few weeks to make sure they were still there while I thought about the best time to remove them. I also had a few wanks in them when I could just in case I ended up losing them.
Then on Sunday, I checked on them and they were gone. I searched frantically around the room before noticing a plastic bag behind the door filled with some old clothes probably destined for the charity shop. I rummaged through the bag an lo and behold the nighties were there. I have since squirrelled them away and certainly won’t make the same mistake of leaving satin in my pillow case. If these had been just about anything in my satin collection, my mum would have known they were mine, but it just so happened that the nighties in question were the same make and size as she used to wear (see pic). Did my mum perhaps think that these were genuinely her old nighties that were stuck in a pillow case all these years? It would be unlikely they got in there during the wash given how I’d folded them. If she thought they were mine though, why not just put them back - nothing would need to be said? I guess I’ll never know what she thought about it, but I’m just glad that I’ve got them back.
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I would either run around like a little perv through the lingerie departments feeling up all the satin nighties with onlookers laughing including my mum. Only my mum knows the extent of my fetish as she accidentally found my big secret stash in my wardrobe and was concerned it was getting out of hand due to the large amount there was. She never stopped me and was very accepting of it in all fairness, but Jesus it felt shameful