A Mother's Desire - Chapter 5

An Abnormal Day (Part I)

Katie woke up the next morning around 5am to get in a little yoga. This was a pretty standard routine for her. She would do yoga and some light exercise each morning for about an hour. Then she would wake up her children, though Danielle usually got up on her own. Logan often slept in and Katie was pretty sure he used her as his personal alarm clock.

Today started off as a completely typical day. After yoga Katie annoyed her son until he crawled out of bed. She checked on Danielle to make sure she was up, which she was. She offered them both breakfast, knowing they would say no thank you, which they did. Then said goodbye to each of them as they left for school. Logan would drive them both to school as he had been given their old car. Danielle hadn't complained even once about not having a car of her own, but Katie knew it was only a matter of time. She and Jeff had discussed purchasing a cheap one for her when the time came. However, they both agreed that particular expense could wait until Danielle actually said something about it.

After her kids left for the day Katie took a quick shower and then got started on some chores throughout the house. She collected her dirty clothing, put a load in the washer and went to the kitchen. She scrubbed the counters down and then moved into the bathrooms. She cleaned the mirrors and the sinks in each, the downstairs bathroom, and then moved onto the one her kids shared, and then finally her own. After all this she moved her clothes from the washer to the dryer and made her way up to Logan's bedroom to collect his dirty clothes for the week.

When she walked into his room she was greeted with the usual scent that emanated from his room. It didn't stink exactly, but it did have a dull musty smell that she assumed was standard for most teenage boys bedrooms. She collected a few articles of clothing that he had lazily thrown about his room and threw them into his hamper with the rest of his laundry. Then she turned to leave and spotted a sock just barely peaking out from underneath the pillow on his bed. Katie sighed turned back to grab the last item and then froze as she pulled it out from under his pillow.

It was not a sock that had been forgotten in his bed, but a black thong. Katie's mind instantly began racing. He's never even talked about a girl he liked, let alone brought one home?! Where could he have- Then another startling revelation hit Katie at her core. I think these are... mine?.. Katie felt simultaneously stunned, disgusted and extremely confused. She had no clue what to do, she stood there for several minutes, absolutely dumbfounded. Then she had another thought, If I move these.. he'll know I found them... maybe they aren't even mine.. Katie put the thong back where she had found it. Then raced back to her room, closing the door behind her, her chores completely forgotten at this point.

Again she thought about where the thong may have come from or, if it was hers, why on earth Logan would've taken it. For it to end up in his bed, under his pillow, it couldn't have been an accident, could it? Could there be a completely mundane reason for why she would've found it there? Katie continued to think on the verge of a boarder line panic attack for several minutes when it dawned on her that she had worn just such a thong the day before during her jog.

She ran out the the landing where her clothes were still drying and pulled open the dryer. She went trough every single article of her clothing, praying she would find the thong. As she pulled out the very last piece of clothing she felt her stomach drop as the thong was no where to be found. Still in absolute denial she looked through each piece of clothing again, even going to far as to run her hand through the legs and pockets of her pants and arms of her shorts to see if it had somehow hidden away inside. She let out a terribly sad shuddering sigh as she accepted that her thong wasn't there.

Timidly she made her way back to Logan's room. She once again pulled out the thong from underneath his pillow and accepted that is was definitely hers. Still though her mind raced. Why would he do this? Katie could think of one very obvious reason, but found it so repulsive she refused to face it. When did he do this?.. Then once again a realization hit Katie like a ton of bricks. While I was in the shower yesterday... that little bastard really snuck in and took this while I was showering?!

Katie wanted to deny this possibility, but she remembered very clearly a couple things that had happened yesterday, that at the time, didn't even register as odd. Firstly, before taking her shower, she had not bothered to lock her bedroom door. She never worried about someone coming in because typically everyone in the family was good about knocking on closed doors. However, the second detail she had missed, that now stuck in her mind like a knife, was the fact that before getting in the shower she had tossed her clothes into her hamper leaving the door wide open. Then when she got out... she had to open her mostly closed closet door.

Katie felt sick. Though she still couldn't be 100% sure why, Logan had definitely snuck into her room and stolen a pair of her panties. She felt violated, a little betrayed, but then started to feel weirdly guilty. Did we fail as parents? It it somehow my fault that he's doing this? Then Katie's thoughts dipped into her beliefs about her son. He had always been a good boy. Maybe a little moody sometimes, and lately she didn't like how much time he spent in his room, but she never thought he would do something like this. She so desperately wanted to believe that it was some kind of mistake that slowly she convinced herself that maybe it was.

She thought about confronting Logan, or maybe telling her husband about it tonight. Though both options could potentially embarrass Logan beyond the point of ever making a full recovery. Katie felt so torn between different emotions that she started to feel numb. She couldn't think anymore, she wanted to believe she was somehow wrong. She knew that she would need to talk to someone about it. Either Logan or her husband, but she kept weighing both options in her mind and neither felt right. She looked at the clock on her son's computer and realized that she had been sitting on his bed staring off into space while she clutched her underwear for nearly an hour.

She decided that she would keep thinking about it, but didn't need to make a decision right this second. Guiltily she put the thong back under the pillow where she found it. She felt so strange as she tried to make it poke out ever so slightly the same way it had been when she first spotted them. Then she shuddered and grabbed Logan's hamper of dirty clothing as she initially intended and resumed her chores.

She did her best to focus on her menial tasks. Though the entire time her mind kept creeping back to the situation she now found herself in. She thought things like, When would he have returned them? How would he have returned them? If it was really an accident... Would he call and ask me why they were in his bed? Or would he just throw them into his hamper or something? Then another thought popped into her head, If he did... take them... is this the first time?.. Or has he done this before?..

The back and forth thoughts went on unceasingly throughout her day. Katie got a text from Candice around 12 that simply said,

Candice: Run in an hour?

Katie was on the verge of saying not today when she had an idea. What if today I leave my door unlocked again when I take a shower?... will he take what I'm wearing today?.. She felt horrible even thinking about luring her son to take a pair of her panties, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a good way to confirm her doubts.

Katie: See you in an hour

Katie replied.