Swish-swish. Swish-swish.
Pantasy- Mom’s new half slip
As I did so often after school I snuck into Mom’s bedroom and opened the top left drawer of her dresser to reveal Mom's underwear. Just the act of sliding it open got me incredibly excited and became part of an orderly ritual I reenacted at least twice a week.
My first target was Mom’s panties. They were all folded uniformly in the front right corner of the drawer. The waists always faced the inside of the drawer. I would immediately fondle the top pair of panties and notice how slippery smooth and cool they felt. I would then move on through the pile, having a little contest between the panties as to which pair felt the silkiest. In reality none of the panties were very different- plain, all white, nylon, full cut briefs. Mom always cut out the tags very carefully but you could tell a few pair were the same brand. The material was always silky smooth and soft.
In the front left corner were Mom’s full slips. They had wide satin adjustable straps and a lacy bodice and hem. The material was buttery smooth and slid against Mom’s nylon panties so nicely!
Behind these were Mom’s padded bras. Mom was a small woman, about 5’6” 100 lbs and wore a size 34B. These were also white and had a bunch of sewn in threads in a random order all over the satin front. The tags were missing from these, too, but all seemed to be from the same maker.
Of course, I had to fondle each and every pair of panties, slip and bra in the drawer before deciding which ones to delicately pull out of her drawer. The decision was both difficult and frivolous, as her panties, slips and bras were almost all the same. Still, I had to go thru each one, one by one, until a panty, slip or bra ‘spoke to me.’ I knew it would be the one I would dress in and masturbate.
***
One day after school I got home and noticed Mom wasn’t home, as usual. This meant I had about an hour to play in her underwear, although I rarely lasted more than 15 minutes. This was also prudent as it meant I was done in a hurry and could sneak Mom’s underwear back before she got home with time to spare.
I had been wanting to see if I could push the limit a bit, make the experience last longer and stretch out the euphoric feeling of my small body encased in slippery smooth nylon from almost head to toe. I eagerly stripped out of my clothes and was nearly naked by the time I got in her bedroom.
I slid the drawer open slowly but when I looked down I got a noticeable surprise! On the top of Mom’s slips was a new slip and it looked rather different from all the rest. I quickly reached down and fondled the slip. It felt very different. It was hard to describe but it felt a bit stiffer yet smooth in a way. It was clearly made from a different material and I secretly wished Mom had kept the tag inside so I could learn about this peculiar discovery.
I lifted it up out of her drawer and was a bit disappointed. It turned out to be a half-slip- a rather long one at that! I didn’t really care for the material though. It wasn’t buttery smooth like all of Mom’s full slips. It had a cool, stiffer feeling yet in its own way it was smooth, just in a strange kind of way. I was also disappointed because it was literally only half of a slip and I loved the feel of satin straps on my shoulders and the look of the lacy bodice in the mirror.
I thoughtlessly grabbed the top pair of panties and ran to Mom's bed to try them on. The slip was all white and rather plain. The hem was devoid of lace yet was ornate on the very edging. It felt very strange sliding up my legs and I remained disappointed, wishing Mom had got another full slip like the others, or at least a half slip similar to those. It was unusually long, going all the way down to my ankles, and I wondered if Mom even had a skirt or dress that long. I had an hour- or maybe 45 minutes by now so decided to check Mom’s closet.
As I walked to her closet I noticed that not only did the half slip feel different, it also swished as I moved. This struck me as very odd and I wasn’t sure how I felt about this. It wasn’t like Mom’s other slips and I remained disappointed.
It did feel nice against Mom’s panties but also in a strange kind of way. I preferred Mom’s full slips again though this had a nice feel, too. What really got to me was the swishing. I really didn’t care for it. What if I was almost caught and had to run to my bedroom, swishing all the way down the hallway?
Another thing I didn’t like was the length of the slip. It was ankle length and inhibited my walking. What if I had to run down the hallway if Mom suddenly came home? I couldn’t run full stride in this! I’d be like one of those dainty females in 1950s movies running in high heels! No, I definitely didn’t care for this slip.
I slid the closet door open and did a quick check but didn’t see any dresses or skirts near that long and dismissed it. I was more interested in the new peculiarity and whether I liked it or not.
What was even the point of a half slip? This meant that it would expose Mom’s padded bra, at least underneath. This seemed a bit daring and risque for Mom. It also made me feel a bit strange to think of Mom in a sexual way. I conjured the image of her in an exposed padded bra, half slip and panties and it seemed naughty to me, like Mom was showing off her breasts, flaunting them even in some sort of Betty Page way. My imagination began to run wild and in my mind's eye I saw Mom in a series of photos and even videos showing her self off in provocative poses. The idea excited me.
I continued to walk around in the half slip almost in spite of the swishing sound, sort of testing it out. The noise was so peculiar. It didn’t even make sense. Why would a woman want a slip that swished as she walked? That would be so annoying. What purpose did it serve except to let someone know you were there- and wearing a rather noisy slip? Still, the feeling of it on my legs was rather nice and I wondered if women got turned on by the feel of their silky underwear like I did.
Being young and naive, I imagined that they did, which is what made them so feminine- they were aroused by their panties and slips and lingerie all day long, a state of constant sexual arousal. No wonder they seemed so feminine and sensuous. I masturbated to this idea on Mom’s bed, quickly folded the panties and half slip, and put them back in her drawer.
Later in my own bed I kept thinking about the new slip and how much I didn’t care for it. Mom didn’t buy new lingerie often and it was always exciting to find a new pair of panties or slip in her drawer, even if they were identical to something she already had. This was the first time I was disappointed in a new purchase. And yet it did have its qualities, too, in all fairness. It was just that annoying swishing sound.
***
A week later I came home and noticed Mom wasn't home. I made a bee line for Mom's bedroom and quickly stripped down. I slid open her drawer and began to search for a favorite slip and panty. I didn't necessarily want to wear the half slip but pulled it out as well. I figured I had time.
After prancing around in Mom's full slip I decided I would try on the half slip for a while. It went all the way down to my ankles. I put on one of Mom's brassieres and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt incredibly naughty, particularly because I was exposing my bra. It made me feel like I was half naked. For some reason I got the idea to put on Mom's white satin garter belt and a pair of her beige stockings.
I admired myself in the mirror then began to prance about the house. The feeling of the half slip on the stockings was incredible! It created a very cool sensation on my legs. It was a warm summer day and yet my legs felt cool. This also added a little to the swishing sounds as the slip slid over the stockings. I couldn't help but focus on the swishing noise as I walked thru the house. It made me feel a bit feminine but still annoyed me in some way. Wanting very much to keep my fetish secret I wanted nothing to do with anything that might give me away. I wanted to be as silent as possible- even being home alone. I thought again of an imaginary scenario with Mom coming home suddenly and having to run the thru the house to avoid being caught yet making so much swishing noise that the sound gives me away.
Just then I heard the key going into the front door and realized my worst fear! Mom was coming home suddenly!! I had no choice but to run to my bedroom to hide. However, the length of the slip prevented me from making full strides. I had to run with short steps, just like a woman. This slowed me down. On top of it, there was that damn swishing sound filling the air, just as I feared! I'm not sure if I made it into my bedroom in time and think Mom may have even caught a glimpse of me just before I darted in.
Once in my room I quickly stripped out of Mom's underwear, silently cursing the half slip for its flaws. My heart felt like it was pounding through my chest and my body shook from all the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was probably caught on two accounts- being too slow and too noisy as I tried to flee. That was my worst fear of all- being caught by Mom. I hid her underwear in my bottom drawer underneath my sweaters and came out minutes later fully dressed in my boy clothes, still shaking from the experience.
I tried to avoid Mom but when I did catch her eye she gave me a funny look. I was certain she saw me in her underwear. I felt incredibly ashamed and humiliated and didn't want to be around her so I went out for a long walk and thought about what had just happened. Reliving it over and over just made me feel worse. My secret was out. I was certain.
Later that night when I went to bed I remembered I had stashed Mom's underwear in my drawer. I didn't get the chance earlier to masturbate and figured I might as well now. At least it would temporarily get my mind off the strong possibility that Mom had seen me earlier, even if I would feel even worse after.
I got the shock of my life when I dug down to the bottom of my drawer under the sweaters. Mom's underwear was gone!!! I searched around in the drawer frantically, as if her panties and slip would somehow magically appear. There was only one answer. Mom had gone into my drawer and found them! My secret was definitely out now! I went to bed crushed and wallowed in deep shame and humiliation.
Nothing was said the next day, though I did my best to avoid Mom at all cost, not only for the day but the next week and a half. I knew that she knew. And she certainly knew that I knew she knew - and why I was avoiding her. I was grateful for her not bringing it up at first but then realized this only prolonged the agony of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Would she bring it up eventually? And if so, when? What would she say? How would I respond? This state of suspense was driving me crazy. In reality, it was better to just get it over with and clear the air. At least it would be better afterward. The experience itself and moments leading up to it would be excruciating but at least I would be able to put it behind me. This silence was deafening and it was on my mind at all times around Mom.
***
I made up my mind to quit sneaking Mom's underwear. I couldn't bear the shame of Mom knowing what I was up to. I know I couldn't make up for the past but it felt like there was some redemption in stopping cold, some sort of forgiveness for past transgressions. The only problem was that there was no way to prove to Mom I had stopped and now that she knew there was no way to erase the thought from her mind. I would always be guilty or at least suspected of sneaking her underwear- even if I hadn't. This was a heavy cross to bear and the only way to fight it was through abstinence.
At first it was easy staying out of Mom's drawer. The deep shame and humiliation would leave a lasting scar. Having things hushed up made it our little secret but it also made it the 1000 pound gorilla in the room at all times. I could never stop thinking about it in her presence and I was sure she was thinking about it as well.
A few weeks went by and of course I was thinking about the humiliating experience of being caught. Mom wasn't home and my mind began to drift. Yes, the experience was dreadful but all things considered the slip really was pretty nice. Of course, some of my feelings- maybe most- were rooted in the experience of being caught. It was such an intense experience, the most profound one of my young life so far in my mind. I began to notice I was getting aroused thinking about all of this and I got the naughty thought of once again playing in Mom's underwear- in her white half slip that caused so much trouble. Against my better judgment, I crept back into Mom's bedroom and slid open her drawer 'one last time.'
There was the white half slip, right on top as before, almost calling out to me. I picked up a pair of her panties and then reached out for the slip. When my fingertips first touched it I had an automatic response to pull back. The slip had gotten me in trouble and now I was going to repeat my sins with it again. And yet I couldn't stop. I picked it up and made my way to Mom's bed. I stripped and slid into her panties and long half slip. I instantly became hard.
I pranced around the house and reveled in the swishing sound of the half slip. Instead of hating the sound as I had, it now became a very powerful stimulant because it triggered such deep memories of only a few weeks earlier. Yes, it was the ultimate shameful experience of my life yet it was a profound one- and a deeply erotic one. I relived the moment over and over, almost secretly wishing it would happen again. The idea of Mom seeing me in her underwear made me so excited I got a huge wet spot in the front of her panties. My heart felt like it was pounding thru my chest, just as it had that day. I became excited and tingly all over. I quickly pulled the panties and slip down just in time and began squirting stream after stream of semen onto the floor in front of me.
I came to my senses and realized I now had the humiliating task of cleaning up after myself and got a paper towel. Cleaning my own sperm off Mom's bedroom floor made me feel even more shameful. I imagined Mom coming home and finding me on my knees and realized I had better hurry up lest something like that happen. I folded her slip and panties carefully and put them back in the drawer.
I don't know what came over me but within a few minutes I came back into Mom's bedroom and snuck a pair of panties for later. Wearing a pair to bed seemed so erotic to me. How long could I make it without masturbating? I could usually only take about 15 minutes during the day before I went overboard and had an orgasm. But what if I could make it thru the whole night? It seemed impossible but I felt naughty enough to try it. That night in bed I kept thinking about the episode over and over, and also about the time I got caught. I could barely sleep but finally drifted off in the middle of the night.
***
It was Saturday morning and I woke up early. The sun was just rising. I immediately noticed how stiff my penis was and remembered that I had snuck a pair of Mom’s panties earlier in the day to put on at bedtime. As I stirred to wakefulness I realized I had a dream about Mom in her lingerie- particularly that new white half slip!
I fought wakefulness to remember as much in detail as possible but could only recall a few vague details. I recall seeing Mom in it, her padded bra exposed to look at. It seemed embarrassing to me. One doesn’t think of one’s Mom in a sexual nature, and certainly not doing something that constituted being half naked. Seeing her exposed this way made me feel ashamed and yet I couldn’t look away. I tried to wait until Mom looked away so I could sneak a peek.
Another snippet of the dream came back to me and I recall Mom parading around in front of a group of drooling, leering men in her half slip and padded bra. The idea that they were looking at her sexually made me feel very uncomfortable. I didn’t like the idea of her being viewed as a sex object and yet it seemed that Mom was flaunting it!
The idea of Mom doing something ‘dirty’ really got me. It both confused and aroused me. I didn’t like thinking of Mom in this sexual way. It made me feel dirty and ashamed. That was all I could remember of the dream but it excited me even more. I noticed I had a wet spot that leaked onto the front of Mom’s white panties.
I stayed in bed as long as I could reliving the dream over and over and slightly touching myself. I didn’t want to get too carried away, though. If I masturbated in bed I’d have to face Mom at the breakfast table afterward and I would be far too ashamed to look at her knowing what I had just done. The guilt and humiliation would be far too great. Besides, Mom usually left some time after her bath to go shopping and I could have the house to myself. I even thought of Mom’s new half slip and figured I would try it on again, if only to be certain how I felt about it. The idea of wearing it excited me now, based on the shameful dream I had earlier.
I put on my pj bottoms over Mom’s panties and went to the breakfast table. I tried to turn sideways as I sat down so Mom wouldn’t notice the huge hard on I had but sitting down this way looked awkward and made it even more obvious. Sitting across from Mom in her panties, knowing she was likely wearing an identical pair, knowing that we both felt the smooth softness of the nylon on our sensitive skin excited me and I felt a huge wet spot form in her panties as I sat there. I began to rock my legs on the balls of my feel to stir my penis in her panties and feel that smooth sensation against my skin. I let out a small sigh by accident and felt ashamed doing this in front of Mom. I knew I had to stop or I’d get too carried away.
Mom got up after breakfast and took her shower. I ran into her bedroom both to see what fresh panties and slip she was choosing for the day (by process of elimination) and also to have a little preliminary fun with Mom’s underwear before I could really play freely. The toughest time of the week was the indeterminable hour after her bath time when she would walk back and forth, sit down, then walk back and forth killing time for who knows what reason. To me, it seemed like she knew I couldn’t wait for her to leave and continually teased me, knowing it was driving me crazy. I would literally count the seconds until she left at some point. I think I once got as high as 17,000 before I just gave up and waited for another torturous 15 minutes before she left the house.
As soon as I heard the bathroom door click I ran into Mom’s room and slid the drawer open. To my amazement the new white half slip was gone! Mom was going to wear it today- but why? She didn’t even have a skirt or dress for it.
I fondled a bunch of her underwear but couldn’t stop thinking about Mom wearing her new half slip for the first time. I decided to peek in her closet and saw a long black polyester skirt. If Mom was going to wear that it certainly meant she wasn’t going shopping. Then I remembered her saying something earlier in the week about a big party at one of my uncle’s. But why would she wear something…. so sexy as this? What kind of a party was this?
I went out to watch cartoons but kept thinking about Mom wearing this outfit- and with a swishy half slip- at a party. The dream popped into my mind. I kept imagining men leering at her and ogling her in this black polyester skirt, thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts. I didn’t like my Mother being thought of as a sex object or some kind of dirty slut. But why was she going to dress this way?
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. To my shock, Mom walked out in exactly what I had dreamed- her white padded bra, the long, white half slip and panties underneath!
I had never seen her in such a state of undress before and quickly looked away. I felt ashamed for having seen her like this and began to have dirty thoughts about her that I couldn’t stop. All I could think of was my dream coming true. I would try to sneak peeks of her and then… then she would go off to a party where men would leer and ogle her. I didn’t like thinking of her in a sexual way but I felt something deep in the pit of my stomach. I also felt my penis stir in my panties and felt another wet spot in them.
Mom walked over and sat down across from me. I pretended to watch cartoons but I wasn’t paying the least bit attention. Out of the corner of my eye I tried to sneak peeks at her but felt deeply ashamed for doing so. Still, I couldn’t help myself. Why was Mom exposing herself to me like this? I had more dirty thoughts about her walking around like this in front of the men at the party and them fondling and touching her slip. I felt ashamed for thinking these things but couldn’t get them out of my head or even deny that it couldn’t be true. What if it were?
Mom got up after a few minutes and began to walk around. Swish-swish, swish-swish. It was impossible to ignore. All the men at the party would hear this and know she had some kind of ‘sexy’ lingerie on. How could you not be aware of her underwear when it made such a sound? I didn’t like the idea of strange men thinking about Mom’s lingerie. Again, these feelings made me feel ashamed but I could help it.
This went on for some while but I noticed she began walking more than sitting. Swish-swish, swish-swish. The sound was beginning to drive me mad. I couldn’t stop thinking these dirty thoughts about Mom and yet at the same time my penis was stiff and poking out the front of my pajamas and began leaking a bit into the front of Mom’s panties. I had never thought of Mom in a sexual way before and it disturbed me. What really disturbed me was the men thinking dirty thoughts about her, too. I imagined Mom being some sort of a slut or whore or prostitute. Again, this caused me to feel deep shame but I couldn’t help it or control my thoughts.
Time seemed to crawl and I couldn’t wait for the hour or so to come when Mom typically left after her bath. I was certain several times it had come and gone. Soon the sound of Mom’s slip began to get to me. It made me fully aware the slip and this aroused me. It also made me aware of Mom in a sexual way and this shamed me. It also made me think of this party and if it were some kind of a sex orgy with women all dressed in silky lingerie while men ogled and fondled them for their pleasure.
It almost seemed like Mom was teasing me- carrying on for as long as possible. Did she know I ran immediately to her drawer as soon as she left? Was she doing this on purpose? I got up to check the time in the kitchen but as soon as I got up I realized my boner was poking straight out in the front of my pjs. I tried to turn away quickly but I was sure Mom saw me. As I looked at her it seemed like she smiled a bit at me. I felt embarrassed and went into the kitchen.
It was already well over an hour- almost two by now. What time did this party start? I went back out in the front room both ashamed and aroused to see Mom in her bra and half slip. I sat down and then Mom got up and began pacing about again. Swish-swish, swish-swish. That sound was driving me mad- but it was also turning me on. I couldn’t wait for Mom to leave.
Finally I asked her “What time does the party start?”
“Oh, not for another couple of hours,” Mom replied nonchalantly.
A couple of hours??? A couple of hours??? Was Mom going to parade around in front of me for another two hours half clad like that? I wouldn’t be able to take it. My penis was aching for release.
But that’s exactly what Mom did- parade around almost half naked in front of me for two more hours! Swish-swish, swish-swish. That sound was going to make my head explode. I was beginning to leak semen all over Mom’s panties just sitting there and hearing this sound in my ears. It almost became deafening.
Soon I began to squirm uncontrollably, wish I could somehow orgasm without even touching myself. But that would be the ultimate humiliation to do so in front of Mom. At this point, though, I didn’t even care anymore. Whenever Mom left the room I reached down and began to touch my penis thru her panties. I had several large wet spots in them.
Mom came back and I continued to squirm, trying my best not to be noticed. She walked back and forth. Swish-swish, swish-swish. I kept squirming and now it felt like there was no holding back. Swish-swish, swish-swish. I rocked back and forth and almost didn’t care if Mom noticed, I needed release. Swish-swish, swish-swish.
Finally, I squirmed just enough to feel the tip of my penis brush against the silken fabric and I began to convulse and gush into her panties. I let out several soft moans as I squirted more and more semen into Mom’s panties. My entire body shook and the orgasm took over my entire being. I was even oblivious of Mom at this point. It was the ultimate orgasm.
Mom walked by one more time. Swish-swish, swish-swish. But now the sound began to make me feel very ashamed for what I had just done. But I couldn’t help it. That sound- swish-swish, swish-swish. It drove me mad. It made me masturbate in her panties right in front of her.
Mom looked down at me and smiled faintly. It was an odd expression. I turned beet red with shame and humiliation.
With that Mom went into her bedroom. Within minutes she came out wearing that black polyester skirt and went off to the party. In some way, I think I began to understand the purpose of the half slip. Swish-swish, swish-swish.
As I did so often after school I snuck into Mom’s bedroom and opened the top left drawer of her dresser to reveal Mom's underwear. Just the act of sliding it open got me incredibly excited and became part of an orderly ritual I reenacted at least twice a week.
My first target was Mom’s panties. They were all folded uniformly in the front right corner of the drawer. The waists always faced the inside of the drawer. I would immediately fondle the top pair of panties and notice how slippery smooth and cool they felt. I would then move on through the pile, having a little contest between the panties as to which pair felt the silkiest. In reality none of the panties were very different- plain, all white, nylon, full cut briefs. Mom always cut out the tags very carefully but you could tell a few pair were the same brand. The material was always silky smooth and soft.
In the front left corner were Mom’s full slips. They had wide satin adjustable straps and a lacy bodice and hem. The material was buttery smooth and slid against Mom’s nylon panties so nicely!
Behind these were Mom’s padded bras. Mom was a small woman, about 5’6” 100 lbs and wore a size 34B. These were also white and had a bunch of sewn in threads in a random order all over the satin front. The tags were missing from these, too, but all seemed to be from the same maker.
Of course, I had to fondle each and every pair of panties, slip and bra in the drawer before deciding which ones to delicately pull out of her drawer. The decision was both difficult and frivolous, as her panties, slips and bras were almost all the same. Still, I had to go thru each one, one by one, until a panty, slip or bra ‘spoke to me.’ I knew it would be the one I would dress in and masturbate.
***
One day after school I got home and noticed Mom wasn’t home, as usual. This meant I had about an hour to play in her underwear, although I rarely lasted more than 15 minutes. This was also prudent as it meant I was done in a hurry and could sneak Mom’s underwear back before she got home with time to spare.
I had been wanting to see if I could push the limit a bit, make the experience last longer and stretch out the euphoric feeling of my small body encased in slippery smooth nylon from almost head to toe. I eagerly stripped out of my clothes and was nearly naked by the time I got in her bedroom.
I slid the drawer open slowly but when I looked down I got a noticeable surprise! On the top of Mom’s slips was a new slip and it looked rather different from all the rest. I quickly reached down and fondled the slip. It felt very different. It was hard to describe but it felt a bit stiffer yet smooth in a way. It was clearly made from a different material and I secretly wished Mom had kept the tag inside so I could learn about this peculiar discovery.
I lifted it up out of her drawer and was a bit disappointed. It turned out to be a half-slip- a rather long one at that! I didn’t really care for the material though. It wasn’t buttery smooth like all of Mom’s full slips. It had a cool, stiffer feeling yet in its own way it was smooth, just in a strange kind of way. I was also disappointed because it was literally only half of a slip and I loved the feel of satin straps on my shoulders and the look of the lacy bodice in the mirror.
I thoughtlessly grabbed the top pair of panties and ran to Mom's bed to try them on. The slip was all white and rather plain. The hem was devoid of lace yet was ornate on the very edging. It felt very strange sliding up my legs and I remained disappointed, wishing Mom had got another full slip like the others, or at least a half slip similar to those. It was unusually long, going all the way down to my ankles, and I wondered if Mom even had a skirt or dress that long. I had an hour- or maybe 45 minutes by now so decided to check Mom’s closet.
As I walked to her closet I noticed that not only did the half slip feel different, it also swished as I moved. This struck me as very odd and I wasn’t sure how I felt about this. It wasn’t like Mom’s other slips and I remained disappointed.
It did feel nice against Mom’s panties but also in a strange kind of way. I preferred Mom’s full slips again though this had a nice feel, too. What really got to me was the swishing. I really didn’t care for it. What if I was almost caught and had to run to my bedroom, swishing all the way down the hallway?
Another thing I didn’t like was the length of the slip. It was ankle length and inhibited my walking. What if I had to run down the hallway if Mom suddenly came home? I couldn’t run full stride in this! I’d be like one of those dainty females in 1950s movies running in high heels! No, I definitely didn’t care for this slip.
I slid the closet door open and did a quick check but didn’t see any dresses or skirts near that long and dismissed it. I was more interested in the new peculiarity and whether I liked it or not.
What was even the point of a half slip? This meant that it would expose Mom’s padded bra, at least underneath. This seemed a bit daring and risque for Mom. It also made me feel a bit strange to think of Mom in a sexual way. I conjured the image of her in an exposed padded bra, half slip and panties and it seemed naughty to me, like Mom was showing off her breasts, flaunting them even in some sort of Betty Page way. My imagination began to run wild and in my mind's eye I saw Mom in a series of photos and even videos showing her self off in provocative poses. The idea excited me.
I continued to walk around in the half slip almost in spite of the swishing sound, sort of testing it out. The noise was so peculiar. It didn’t even make sense. Why would a woman want a slip that swished as she walked? That would be so annoying. What purpose did it serve except to let someone know you were there- and wearing a rather noisy slip? Still, the feeling of it on my legs was rather nice and I wondered if women got turned on by the feel of their silky underwear like I did.
Being young and naive, I imagined that they did, which is what made them so feminine- they were aroused by their panties and slips and lingerie all day long, a state of constant sexual arousal. No wonder they seemed so feminine and sensuous. I masturbated to this idea on Mom’s bed, quickly folded the panties and half slip, and put them back in her drawer.
Later in my own bed I kept thinking about the new slip and how much I didn’t care for it. Mom didn’t buy new lingerie often and it was always exciting to find a new pair of panties or slip in her drawer, even if they were identical to something she already had. This was the first time I was disappointed in a new purchase. And yet it did have its qualities, too, in all fairness. It was just that annoying swishing sound.
***
A week later I came home and noticed Mom wasn't home. I made a bee line for Mom's bedroom and quickly stripped down. I slid open her drawer and began to search for a favorite slip and panty. I didn't necessarily want to wear the half slip but pulled it out as well. I figured I had time.
After prancing around in Mom's full slip I decided I would try on the half slip for a while. It went all the way down to my ankles. I put on one of Mom's brassieres and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt incredibly naughty, particularly because I was exposing my bra. It made me feel like I was half naked. For some reason I got the idea to put on Mom's white satin garter belt and a pair of her beige stockings.
I admired myself in the mirror then began to prance about the house. The feeling of the half slip on the stockings was incredible! It created a very cool sensation on my legs. It was a warm summer day and yet my legs felt cool. This also added a little to the swishing sounds as the slip slid over the stockings. I couldn't help but focus on the swishing noise as I walked thru the house. It made me feel a bit feminine but still annoyed me in some way. Wanting very much to keep my fetish secret I wanted nothing to do with anything that might give me away. I wanted to be as silent as possible- even being home alone. I thought again of an imaginary scenario with Mom coming home suddenly and having to run the thru the house to avoid being caught yet making so much swishing noise that the sound gives me away.
Just then I heard the key going into the front door and realized my worst fear! Mom was coming home suddenly!! I had no choice but to run to my bedroom to hide. However, the length of the slip prevented me from making full strides. I had to run with short steps, just like a woman. This slowed me down. On top of it, there was that damn swishing sound filling the air, just as I feared! I'm not sure if I made it into my bedroom in time and think Mom may have even caught a glimpse of me just before I darted in.
Once in my room I quickly stripped out of Mom's underwear, silently cursing the half slip for its flaws. My heart felt like it was pounding through my chest and my body shook from all the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was probably caught on two accounts- being too slow and too noisy as I tried to flee. That was my worst fear of all- being caught by Mom. I hid her underwear in my bottom drawer underneath my sweaters and came out minutes later fully dressed in my boy clothes, still shaking from the experience.
I tried to avoid Mom but when I did catch her eye she gave me a funny look. I was certain she saw me in her underwear. I felt incredibly ashamed and humiliated and didn't want to be around her so I went out for a long walk and thought about what had just happened. Reliving it over and over just made me feel worse. My secret was out. I was certain.
Later that night when I went to bed I remembered I had stashed Mom's underwear in my drawer. I didn't get the chance earlier to masturbate and figured I might as well now. At least it would temporarily get my mind off the strong possibility that Mom had seen me earlier, even if I would feel even worse after.
I got the shock of my life when I dug down to the bottom of my drawer under the sweaters. Mom's underwear was gone!!! I searched around in the drawer frantically, as if her panties and slip would somehow magically appear. There was only one answer. Mom had gone into my drawer and found them! My secret was definitely out now! I went to bed crushed and wallowed in deep shame and humiliation.
Nothing was said the next day, though I did my best to avoid Mom at all cost, not only for the day but the next week and a half. I knew that she knew. And she certainly knew that I knew she knew - and why I was avoiding her. I was grateful for her not bringing it up at first but then realized this only prolonged the agony of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Would she bring it up eventually? And if so, when? What would she say? How would I respond? This state of suspense was driving me crazy. In reality, it was better to just get it over with and clear the air. At least it would be better afterward. The experience itself and moments leading up to it would be excruciating but at least I would be able to put it behind me. This silence was deafening and it was on my mind at all times around Mom.
***
I made up my mind to quit sneaking Mom's underwear. I couldn't bear the shame of Mom knowing what I was up to. I know I couldn't make up for the past but it felt like there was some redemption in stopping cold, some sort of forgiveness for past transgressions. The only problem was that there was no way to prove to Mom I had stopped and now that she knew there was no way to erase the thought from her mind. I would always be guilty or at least suspected of sneaking her underwear- even if I hadn't. This was a heavy cross to bear and the only way to fight it was through abstinence.
At first it was easy staying out of Mom's drawer. The deep shame and humiliation would leave a lasting scar. Having things hushed up made it our little secret but it also made it the 1000 pound gorilla in the room at all times. I could never stop thinking about it in her presence and I was sure she was thinking about it as well.
A few weeks went by and of course I was thinking about the humiliating experience of being caught. Mom wasn't home and my mind began to drift. Yes, the experience was dreadful but all things considered the slip really was pretty nice. Of course, some of my feelings- maybe most- were rooted in the experience of being caught. It was such an intense experience, the most profound one of my young life so far in my mind. I began to notice I was getting aroused thinking about all of this and I got the naughty thought of once again playing in Mom's underwear- in her white half slip that caused so much trouble. Against my better judgment, I crept back into Mom's bedroom and slid open her drawer 'one last time.'
There was the white half slip, right on top as before, almost calling out to me. I picked up a pair of her panties and then reached out for the slip. When my fingertips first touched it I had an automatic response to pull back. The slip had gotten me in trouble and now I was going to repeat my sins with it again. And yet I couldn't stop. I picked it up and made my way to Mom's bed. I stripped and slid into her panties and long half slip. I instantly became hard.
I pranced around the house and reveled in the swishing sound of the half slip. Instead of hating the sound as I had, it now became a very powerful stimulant because it triggered such deep memories of only a few weeks earlier. Yes, it was the ultimate shameful experience of my life yet it was a profound one- and a deeply erotic one. I relived the moment over and over, almost secretly wishing it would happen again. The idea of Mom seeing me in her underwear made me so excited I got a huge wet spot in the front of her panties. My heart felt like it was pounding thru my chest, just as it had that day. I became excited and tingly all over. I quickly pulled the panties and slip down just in time and began squirting stream after stream of semen onto the floor in front of me.
I came to my senses and realized I now had the humiliating task of cleaning up after myself and got a paper towel. Cleaning my own sperm off Mom's bedroom floor made me feel even more shameful. I imagined Mom coming home and finding me on my knees and realized I had better hurry up lest something like that happen. I folded her slip and panties carefully and put them back in the drawer.
I don't know what came over me but within a few minutes I came back into Mom's bedroom and snuck a pair of panties for later. Wearing a pair to bed seemed so erotic to me. How long could I make it without masturbating? I could usually only take about 15 minutes during the day before I went overboard and had an orgasm. But what if I could make it thru the whole night? It seemed impossible but I felt naughty enough to try it. That night in bed I kept thinking about the episode over and over, and also about the time I got caught. I could barely sleep but finally drifted off in the middle of the night.
***
It was Saturday morning and I woke up early. The sun was just rising. I immediately noticed how stiff my penis was and remembered that I had snuck a pair of Mom’s panties earlier in the day to put on at bedtime. As I stirred to wakefulness I realized I had a dream about Mom in her lingerie- particularly that new white half slip!
I fought wakefulness to remember as much in detail as possible but could only recall a few vague details. I recall seeing Mom in it, her padded bra exposed to look at. It seemed embarrassing to me. One doesn’t think of one’s Mom in a sexual nature, and certainly not doing something that constituted being half naked. Seeing her exposed this way made me feel ashamed and yet I couldn’t look away. I tried to wait until Mom looked away so I could sneak a peek.
Another snippet of the dream came back to me and I recall Mom parading around in front of a group of drooling, leering men in her half slip and padded bra. The idea that they were looking at her sexually made me feel very uncomfortable. I didn’t like the idea of her being viewed as a sex object and yet it seemed that Mom was flaunting it!
The idea of Mom doing something ‘dirty’ really got me. It both confused and aroused me. I didn’t like thinking of Mom in this sexual way. It made me feel dirty and ashamed. That was all I could remember of the dream but it excited me even more. I noticed I had a wet spot that leaked onto the front of Mom’s white panties.
I stayed in bed as long as I could reliving the dream over and over and slightly touching myself. I didn’t want to get too carried away, though. If I masturbated in bed I’d have to face Mom at the breakfast table afterward and I would be far too ashamed to look at her knowing what I had just done. The guilt and humiliation would be far too great. Besides, Mom usually left some time after her bath to go shopping and I could have the house to myself. I even thought of Mom’s new half slip and figured I would try it on again, if only to be certain how I felt about it. The idea of wearing it excited me now, based on the shameful dream I had earlier.
I put on my pj bottoms over Mom’s panties and went to the breakfast table. I tried to turn sideways as I sat down so Mom wouldn’t notice the huge hard on I had but sitting down this way looked awkward and made it even more obvious. Sitting across from Mom in her panties, knowing she was likely wearing an identical pair, knowing that we both felt the smooth softness of the nylon on our sensitive skin excited me and I felt a huge wet spot form in her panties as I sat there. I began to rock my legs on the balls of my feel to stir my penis in her panties and feel that smooth sensation against my skin. I let out a small sigh by accident and felt ashamed doing this in front of Mom. I knew I had to stop or I’d get too carried away.
Mom got up after breakfast and took her shower. I ran into her bedroom both to see what fresh panties and slip she was choosing for the day (by process of elimination) and also to have a little preliminary fun with Mom’s underwear before I could really play freely. The toughest time of the week was the indeterminable hour after her bath time when she would walk back and forth, sit down, then walk back and forth killing time for who knows what reason. To me, it seemed like she knew I couldn’t wait for her to leave and continually teased me, knowing it was driving me crazy. I would literally count the seconds until she left at some point. I think I once got as high as 17,000 before I just gave up and waited for another torturous 15 minutes before she left the house.
As soon as I heard the bathroom door click I ran into Mom’s room and slid the drawer open. To my amazement the new white half slip was gone! Mom was going to wear it today- but why? She didn’t even have a skirt or dress for it.
I fondled a bunch of her underwear but couldn’t stop thinking about Mom wearing her new half slip for the first time. I decided to peek in her closet and saw a long black polyester skirt. If Mom was going to wear that it certainly meant she wasn’t going shopping. Then I remembered her saying something earlier in the week about a big party at one of my uncle’s. But why would she wear something…. so sexy as this? What kind of a party was this?
I went out to watch cartoons but kept thinking about Mom wearing this outfit- and with a swishy half slip- at a party. The dream popped into my mind. I kept imagining men leering at her and ogling her in this black polyester skirt, thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts. I didn’t like my Mother being thought of as a sex object or some kind of dirty slut. But why was she going to dress this way?
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. To my shock, Mom walked out in exactly what I had dreamed- her white padded bra, the long, white half slip and panties underneath!
I had never seen her in such a state of undress before and quickly looked away. I felt ashamed for having seen her like this and began to have dirty thoughts about her that I couldn’t stop. All I could think of was my dream coming true. I would try to sneak peeks of her and then… then she would go off to a party where men would leer and ogle her. I didn’t like thinking of her in a sexual way but I felt something deep in the pit of my stomach. I also felt my penis stir in my panties and felt another wet spot in them.
Mom walked over and sat down across from me. I pretended to watch cartoons but I wasn’t paying the least bit attention. Out of the corner of my eye I tried to sneak peeks at her but felt deeply ashamed for doing so. Still, I couldn’t help myself. Why was Mom exposing herself to me like this? I had more dirty thoughts about her walking around like this in front of the men at the party and them fondling and touching her slip. I felt ashamed for thinking these things but couldn’t get them out of my head or even deny that it couldn’t be true. What if it were?
Mom got up after a few minutes and began to walk around. Swish-swish, swish-swish. It was impossible to ignore. All the men at the party would hear this and know she had some kind of ‘sexy’ lingerie on. How could you not be aware of her underwear when it made such a sound? I didn’t like the idea of strange men thinking about Mom’s lingerie. Again, these feelings made me feel ashamed but I could help it.
This went on for some while but I noticed she began walking more than sitting. Swish-swish, swish-swish. The sound was beginning to drive me mad. I couldn’t stop thinking these dirty thoughts about Mom and yet at the same time my penis was stiff and poking out the front of my pajamas and began leaking a bit into the front of Mom’s panties. I had never thought of Mom in a sexual way before and it disturbed me. What really disturbed me was the men thinking dirty thoughts about her, too. I imagined Mom being some sort of a slut or whore or prostitute. Again, this caused me to feel deep shame but I couldn’t help it or control my thoughts.
Time seemed to crawl and I couldn’t wait for the hour or so to come when Mom typically left after her bath. I was certain several times it had come and gone. Soon the sound of Mom’s slip began to get to me. It made me fully aware the slip and this aroused me. It also made me aware of Mom in a sexual way and this shamed me. It also made me think of this party and if it were some kind of a sex orgy with women all dressed in silky lingerie while men ogled and fondled them for their pleasure.
It almost seemed like Mom was teasing me- carrying on for as long as possible. Did she know I ran immediately to her drawer as soon as she left? Was she doing this on purpose? I got up to check the time in the kitchen but as soon as I got up I realized my boner was poking straight out in the front of my pjs. I tried to turn away quickly but I was sure Mom saw me. As I looked at her it seemed like she smiled a bit at me. I felt embarrassed and went into the kitchen.
It was already well over an hour- almost two by now. What time did this party start? I went back out in the front room both ashamed and aroused to see Mom in her bra and half slip. I sat down and then Mom got up and began pacing about again. Swish-swish, swish-swish. That sound was driving me mad- but it was also turning me on. I couldn’t wait for Mom to leave.
Finally I asked her “What time does the party start?”
“Oh, not for another couple of hours,” Mom replied nonchalantly.
A couple of hours??? A couple of hours??? Was Mom going to parade around in front of me for another two hours half clad like that? I wouldn’t be able to take it. My penis was aching for release.
But that’s exactly what Mom did- parade around almost half naked in front of me for two more hours! Swish-swish, swish-swish. That sound was going to make my head explode. I was beginning to leak semen all over Mom’s panties just sitting there and hearing this sound in my ears. It almost became deafening.
Soon I began to squirm uncontrollably, wish I could somehow orgasm without even touching myself. But that would be the ultimate humiliation to do so in front of Mom. At this point, though, I didn’t even care anymore. Whenever Mom left the room I reached down and began to touch my penis thru her panties. I had several large wet spots in them.
Mom came back and I continued to squirm, trying my best not to be noticed. She walked back and forth. Swish-swish, swish-swish. I kept squirming and now it felt like there was no holding back. Swish-swish, swish-swish. I rocked back and forth and almost didn’t care if Mom noticed, I needed release. Swish-swish, swish-swish.
Finally, I squirmed just enough to feel the tip of my penis brush against the silken fabric and I began to convulse and gush into her panties. I let out several soft moans as I squirted more and more semen into Mom’s panties. My entire body shook and the orgasm took over my entire being. I was even oblivious of Mom at this point. It was the ultimate orgasm.
Mom walked by one more time. Swish-swish, swish-swish. But now the sound began to make me feel very ashamed for what I had just done. But I couldn’t help it. That sound- swish-swish, swish-swish. It drove me mad. It made me masturbate in her panties right in front of her.
Mom looked down at me and smiled faintly. It was an odd expression. I turned beet red with shame and humiliation.
With that Mom went into her bedroom. Within minutes she came out wearing that black polyester skirt and went off to the party. In some way, I think I began to understand the purpose of the half slip. Swish-swish, swish-swish.
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