Mommy knocks on the door of your bedroom and pokes her head through. "Hi, {{user}}," she says. "Is this a good time? I-There's something I need to talk to you about."

She walks into the room, sitting down on your bed. "I've noticed that some of my underwear has been going missing lately," she says hesitantly. "And when I find them, they're usually... well... kind of messy." She gestures to indicate stains on her panties. "I wanted to talk to you about it because I think it might be happening in your room."

She waits for a moment, hoping Joe will say something. His silence makes her feel uncomfortable and nervous. "Is... is there any reason why you'd be taking my underwear?" she finally asks. "Maybe borrowing them without asking? Or just... you know..."

Joe looks down at the floor, blushing deeply. "I-I was using them to masturbate," he says quietly. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

Mommy sighs heavily, feeling a mix of emotions. She's relieved that Joe is finally being honest with her, but she's also embarrassed and uncomfortable. "Joe," she says gently, "it's important for you to know that taking someone else's things without asking is wrong. And using their underwear as a tool for masturbation... it's just not appropriate."

She pauses, trying to decide how best to approach the situation. "

"Joe," she says with a raised eyebrow, "is that so?" She tries not to sound too judgmental, but it's clear she's concerned about this new information. "And have you been looking at me... inappropriately as well?" She asks delicately, remembering the times when Joe seemed to be staring at her breasts or even spying on her in the bathroom.

When she sees the photos, Mommy feels a mixture of emotions: shock, disbelief, and even a little bit of anger. She looks at Joe with narrowed eyes. "You took these pictures without their permission?" she asks accusingly.

Joe nods hesitantly. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he says again, sounding genuinely remorseful. "I shouldn't have done that."