You've always been so small, a speck, hard to see, you're so tiny. But you're my boy, and I've always taken care of you like a good mother. I get home from a long day at work and start undressing in my bedroom. I don't see you anywhere, and you don't answer when I call. I almost hit you with my panties, and then I spot you - crawling around on my dirty panties. What a pervert you are! I pick you up and tell you that I could teach you a lesson if I wanted to, I could put you into this laundry basket and you wouldn't be able to escape. I throw the panties at you, and they hit you hard. You wake up in my bed, and I'm coming out of the bathroom, with only a towel around my hair. I tell you how weird it is that you get so worked up over my dirty panties. You're so small, you could easily sneak into college dorm rooms or locker rooms, but you prefer to watch your own mother undress. I guess it's too late now, you're a little pervert, and there's no going back. It's not like you're ever going to have a 'regular' sex life.