Wearing Mom’s panties and erotic shame- Part I
{A free form fantasized version of my fetish that focuses on erotic panty shame, beginning with my panty addiction and leadng to becoming a panty slave to Teddie.}
My earliest memories go back to my baby blanket, which had light blue satin edging. I always recall cradling the blanket and fondling the satin repeatedly to sooth myself to sleep. I couldn’t get enough of it. I kept this blanket from ******y well into early c***dhood. Mom says she tried to toss it out for years because it was so tattered but I kept throwing fits and retrieving it from the garbage until she finally gave in and let me keep it.
By *********** I was deemed well behaved and trustworthy enough to leave at home for a short while- at first just trips to the store when Mom didn’t want to bother bundling me up in the winter and then finally when my parents went out for short visits. I would watch TV to occupy myself while they were gone.
One night I got terribly bored, as nothing entertaining was on TV. It was early in December and I began to wonder what my parents would get me for Christmas. One thought lead to another and I wondered if they might have already done some shopping and hid my gifts somewhere in the house. Curiosity got the better of me so I began to look thru drawers.
I always had a thing about saving the best for last. I think this may have started with the way I ate my food. I always saved the best for last, whether we had desert or not. Whatever I liked most I always saved till the end. This became a ritual and I began to apply in all sorts of different ways. This night I decided I would start by looking thru the least likely drawers and work my way to the most likely, thus building up tension and the expectation that I might find something in the very last drawer if everything worked out perfectly. This gave me time to mull over whatever it was I was hoping to find.
I began with the drawers in my room, knowing I certainly wouldn’t find any surprises there. To be thorough, I even looked in my closet and under my bed. For some reason I had to be exacting about the process. Moving on, I went into the kitchen and found the usual dishes, pots and pans. Then the large, wide cabinet in the dining room where Mom kept things like table cloths and blankets. I felt compelled to thru them thoroughly on the odd chance they might have hidden something in between the blankets. It was possible but I was doing it more out of a sense of prolonging the experience and building up the possible excitement of finally finding a gift. I even searched the front room.
The closets were likely possibilities, as was my parents’ bedroom, which was ‘off limits. I went thru the closets, hoping a bit that I might find something there, as it would mean I wouldn’t need to investigate my parents’ room. I was half-afraid of violating their privacy and half-afraid of what I might find there. The room seemed so forbidden to me for some unknown reason.
I didn’t find anything in the closets so I now had to debate if I was going to enter their bedroom. I kept getting up to walk in but when I got to the bedroom door I chickened out and went back to watch TV. I wasn’t really paying attention to what was on. I was continuing the debate about going in. I knew I shouldn’t but what harm would it do? Mom and Dad couldn’t possibly know unless they came home while I was in there and I could certainly dart out in time if I heard them at the front door.
Even though I knew I shouldn’t I began plotting out exactly how I would go about searching. First, I’d start by looking under their bed. Then I’d go to my Mom’s dresser, the wide one with the mirror attached, then onto Dad’s chest of drawers and finally the closet, which I guessed would be the likeliest place. I kept going over my plan despite my inner pleas not to follow thru with it. I figured I could satisfy my urges by simply thinking about it and imagined myself over and over going into their room, going thru it step by step.
Finally, I jumped up and realized the more I thought about it the more tempted I became. I marched into their bedroom boldly and looked under their bed. Nothing. I went to Mom’s dresser and chose to begin with the top left drawer. I pulled it out and became immediately embarrassed. Inside were her neatly folded panties, slips and bras.
Being a ********** staring at your first pair of women’s panties can be a powerful experience! I stood there staring down for a while before I even realized that I was. I felt a very strange feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know what it was. All I knew is that I felt very naughty looking at my Mother’s underwear. I thought about how personal and private her things were and felt extremely naughty just looking at them. I also knew I needed to hurry if I were to complete my task fully and realized how much time I was wasting. Then I imagined what it would be like to look up and see Mom standing there in the doorway watching me as I stood before her open underwear drawer. I immediately became deeply ashamed and slid her drawer closed and carried on with the rest of her drawers. Having found nothing of interest I continued on.
I slid Dad’s top drawer open and inside was his underwear- but I saw something buried underneath to the right. I reached under and pulled out a Playboy magazine! I became immediately delighted and curious and hopped onto their bed to look thru it. I felt incredibly naughty looking at an adult magazine showing off nude and semi-nude women but I couldn’t resist! I flipped thru the pages eagerly and seeing the sexy young women had me falling in love with them all! Some were in bikinis and beach wear, others were in sexy lingerie. I unfolded the fold-out and became mesmerized! There was a stunning young blonde woman in a sheer black chiffon gown that went well beyond her ankles. You could make out her body completely. The gown was parted to show off some of her beautiful breasts and even her lower waist which showed her jet black satin panties. They were very glossy and looked so smooth. I wanted to reach out and touch them.
That strange feeling in the pit of my stomach came back when I was staring down at Mom’s panties. I also felt a strange tingling in my penis. It wasn’t quite like an itch but figured if I rubbed it a bit the feeling would go away. How wrong I was!
My penis soon tingled even more and became swollen. I undid my pants so I could rub my penis thru my cotton boy briefs. It began feeling better and better and I noticed how my penis began to stiffen. I kept staring at the sexy blonde’s jet black panties. I wanted to touch them so badly. I wanted to feel them. I wanted to touch her panties and rub them softly. I wanted to kneel in front of them and kiss them. I wanted to rub my face all over them. I began rubbing furiously and wished I were wearing those panties instead of my cotton briefs.
All of a sudden my body began to writhe in ecstasy and I began moaning out loud. I felt an intense pleasure emanating from my penis and my whole body began to tingle all over. Then my face plopped down on the magazine, right on her panties as it were. I felt exhilarated. My whole body tingled in ecstasy. I had never felt anything so powerful or intense in my whole life!
I laid there, breathing heavily and reveling in the sensations that flooded my body. I wanted this feeling to last forever. And it did- for a while- until I heard a key in the front door! I panicked and jumped up off the bed, pulling my pants up and tossing the Playboy back in Dad’s drawer as quickly as I could. I bolted toward the kitchen table and sat down, trying to pretend that I had been there the whole time.
Mom walked in, alone, and said hello to me. I tried to say hello back but I was breathing so deeply and shaking from the adrenaline rush of almost being caught masturbating on her bed to a Playboy magazine fold out that Mom noticed and asked me if I was ok. I looked down at the floor and mumbled some kind of reply. Mom came over and sat down next to me, putting her hand on my shaking knee. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost! You’re all white.”
I felt so ashamed, having almost been caught masturbating on Mom’s bed and recalled that feeling when I had her drawer open and imagined her standing in the doorway looking at me. I realized how close I had come to this scenario and felt a deep flood of shame and guilt flood my body. I felt my face turning red and knew I was blushing. Mom noticed.
“Well! There’s some color returning to your cheeks! Care to tell me what got you so worked up?”
The question embarrassed me even more. What was I going to tell her? That I was masturbating on her bed while looking at a sexy blonde in lingerie?
“I-I saw something scary on the TV and it spooked me.”
“It must have been quite a fright! Well, I’m tired and getting ready for bed. Your father decided to go out to the bar with your uncle for a bit. He’ll be home later.”
Mom unzipped her dress and stepped out of it right in front of me! I looked up and stared at her in her silky white full slip. Mom returned my gaze and I quickly looked back down at the floor, ashamed that Mom caught me looking at her.
She walked out into the front room and I just sat there shaking for several minutes, still scared to death that I almost got caught. I finally gathered myself and went out into the front room to join Mom.
“Is this what got you so scared?” Mom said lightly.
I looked at the screen and realized I had left a stupid sit com on.
“Ah… um… no…. no. I changed the station before I ran out of the room.” I certainly didn’t want Mom to think I wasn’t old enough stay home alone and watch a scary movie!
“Ohhhh…. OK.” Mom replied. It sounded like she didn’t quite believe me.
***
My earliest memories go back to my baby blanket, which had light blue satin edging. I always recall cradling the blanket and fondling the satin repeatedly to sooth myself to sleep. I couldn’t get enough of it. I kept this blanket from ******y well into early c***dhood. Mom says she tried to toss it out for years because it was so tattered but I kept throwing fits and retrieving it from the garbage until she finally gave in and let me keep it.
By *********** I was deemed well behaved and trustworthy enough to leave at home for a short while- at first just trips to the store when Mom didn’t want to bother bundling me up in the winter and then finally when my parents went out for short visits. I would watch TV to occupy myself while they were gone.
One night I got terribly bored, as nothing entertaining was on TV. It was early in December and I began to wonder what my parents would get me for Christmas. One thought lead to another and I wondered if they might have already done some shopping and hid my gifts somewhere in the house. Curiosity got the better of me so I began to look thru drawers.
I always had a thing about saving the best for last. I think this may have started with the way I ate my food. I always saved the best for last, whether we had desert or not. Whatever I liked most I always saved till the end. This became a ritual and I began to apply in all sorts of different ways. This night I decided I would start by looking thru the least likely drawers and work my way to the most likely, thus building up tension and the expectation that I might find something in the very last drawer if everything worked out perfectly. This gave me time to mull over whatever it was I was hoping to find.
I began with the drawers in my room, knowing I certainly wouldn’t find any surprises there. To be thorough, I even looked in my closet and under my bed. For some reason I had to be exacting about the process. Moving on, I went into the kitchen and found the usual dishes, pots and pans. Then the large, wide cabinet in the dining room where Mom kept things like table cloths and blankets. I felt compelled to thru them thoroughly on the odd chance they might have hidden something in between the blankets. It was possible but I was doing it more out of a sense of prolonging the experience and building up the possible excitement of finally finding a gift. I even searched the front room.
The closets were likely possibilities, as was my parents’ bedroom, which was ‘off limits. I went thru the closets, hoping a bit that I might find something there, as it would mean I wouldn’t need to investigate my parents’ room. I was half-afraid of violating their privacy and half-afraid of what I might find there. The room seemed so forbidden to me for some unknown reason.
I didn’t find anything in the closets so I now had to debate if I was going to enter their bedroom. I kept getting up to walk in but when I got to the bedroom door I chickened out and went back to watch TV. I wasn’t really paying attention to what was on. I was continuing the debate about going in. I knew I shouldn’t but what harm would it do? Mom and Dad couldn’t possibly know unless they came home while I was in there and I could certainly dart out in time if I heard them at the front door.
Even though I knew I shouldn’t I began plotting out exactly how I would go about searching. First, I’d start by looking under their bed. Then I’d go to my Mom’s dresser, the wide one with the mirror attached, then onto Dad’s chest of drawers and finally the closet, which I guessed would be the likeliest place. I kept going over my plan despite my inner pleas not to follow thru with it. I figured I could satisfy my urges by simply thinking about it and imagined myself over and over going into their room, going thru it step by step.
Finally, I jumped up and realized the more I thought about it the more tempted I became. I marched into their bedroom boldly and looked under their bed. Nothing. I went to Mom’s dresser and chose to begin with the top left drawer. I pulled it out and became immediately embarrassed. Inside were her neatly folded panties, slips and bras.
Being a ********** staring at your first pair of women’s panties can be a powerful experience! I stood there staring down for a while before I even realized that I was. I felt a very strange feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know what it was. All I knew is that I felt very naughty looking at my Mother’s underwear. I thought about how personal and private her things were and felt extremely naughty just looking at them. I also knew I needed to hurry if I were to complete my task fully and realized how much time I was wasting. Then I imagined what it would be like to look up and see Mom standing there in the doorway watching me as I stood before her open underwear drawer. I immediately became deeply ashamed and slid her drawer closed and carried on with the rest of her drawers. Having found nothing of interest I continued on.
I slid Dad’s top drawer open and inside was his underwear- but I saw something buried underneath to the right. I reached under and pulled out a Playboy magazine! I became immediately delighted and curious and hopped onto their bed to look thru it. I felt incredibly naughty looking at an adult magazine showing off nude and semi-nude women but I couldn’t resist! I flipped thru the pages eagerly and seeing the sexy young women had me falling in love with them all! Some were in bikinis and beach wear, others were in sexy lingerie. I unfolded the fold-out and became mesmerized! There was a stunning young blonde woman in a sheer black chiffon gown that went well beyond her ankles. You could make out her body completely. The gown was parted to show off some of her beautiful breasts and even her lower waist which showed her jet black satin panties. They were very glossy and looked so smooth. I wanted to reach out and touch them.
That strange feeling in the pit of my stomach came back when I was staring down at Mom’s panties. I also felt a strange tingling in my penis. It wasn’t quite like an itch but figured if I rubbed it a bit the feeling would go away. How wrong I was!
My penis soon tingled even more and became swollen. I undid my pants so I could rub my penis thru my cotton boy briefs. It began feeling better and better and I noticed how my penis began to stiffen. I kept staring at the sexy blonde’s jet black panties. I wanted to touch them so badly. I wanted to feel them. I wanted to touch her panties and rub them softly. I wanted to kneel in front of them and kiss them. I wanted to rub my face all over them. I began rubbing furiously and wished I were wearing those panties instead of my cotton briefs.
All of a sudden my body began to writhe in ecstasy and I began moaning out loud. I felt an intense pleasure emanating from my penis and my whole body began to tingle all over. Then my face plopped down on the magazine, right on her panties as it were. I felt exhilarated. My whole body tingled in ecstasy. I had never felt anything so powerful or intense in my whole life!
I laid there, breathing heavily and reveling in the sensations that flooded my body. I wanted this feeling to last forever. And it did- for a while- until I heard a key in the front door! I panicked and jumped up off the bed, pulling my pants up and tossing the Playboy back in Dad’s drawer as quickly as I could. I bolted toward the kitchen table and sat down, trying to pretend that I had been there the whole time.
Mom walked in, alone, and said hello to me. I tried to say hello back but I was breathing so deeply and shaking from the adrenaline rush of almost being caught masturbating on her bed to a Playboy magazine fold out that Mom noticed and asked me if I was ok. I looked down at the floor and mumbled some kind of reply. Mom came over and sat down next to me, putting her hand on my shaking knee. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost! You’re all white.”
I felt so ashamed, having almost been caught masturbating on Mom’s bed and recalled that feeling when I had her drawer open and imagined her standing in the doorway looking at me. I realized how close I had come to this scenario and felt a deep flood of shame and guilt flood my body. I felt my face turning red and knew I was blushing. Mom noticed.
“Well! There’s some color returning to your cheeks! Care to tell me what got you so worked up?”
The question embarrassed me even more. What was I going to tell her? That I was masturbating on her bed while looking at a sexy blonde in lingerie?
“I-I saw something scary on the TV and it spooked me.”
“It must have been quite a fright! Well, I’m tired and getting ready for bed. Your father decided to go out to the bar with your uncle for a bit. He’ll be home later.”
Mom unzipped her dress and stepped out of it right in front of me! I looked up and stared at her in her silky white full slip. Mom returned my gaze and I quickly looked back down at the floor, ashamed that Mom caught me looking at her.
She walked out into the front room and I just sat there shaking for several minutes, still scared to death that I almost got caught. I finally gathered myself and went out into the front room to join Mom.
“Is this what got you so scared?” Mom said lightly.
I looked at the screen and realized I had left a stupid sit com on.
“Ah… um… no…. no. I changed the station before I ran out of the room.” I certainly didn’t want Mom to think I wasn’t old enough stay home alone and watch a scary movie!
“Ohhhh…. OK.” Mom replied. It sounded like she didn’t quite believe me.
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