Panty fetish
I couldn’t understand the flood of naughty ideas, urges and forces at work in my mind. In fact, I never really understood any of it at all. After all, human sexuality is a confusing topic for adults, let alone c***dren. I had begun masturbating at 5 and did so just about any chance I got- usually when there were fewer people home and they were either on the phone, sleeping or otherwise preoccupied in a different area of the apartment. I loved the tingly sensation I felt. It always felt so good while I was rubbing himself to a dry orgasm.
However, for all of the physical pleasure, afterward I felt very moody, dark and gloomy. A deep, dark shame filled me, a guilt that flooded my body and made me feel that what I had done was somehow wrong. I felt this way for an hour or more sometimes and usually went off to be alone so I could put these naughty thoughts and memories out of my mind. The guilt and shame would drain away eventually and were of no concern by the next time I felt the naughty urge to rub myself.
I always knew deep down that what I was doing was naughty. Ever since I began masturbating I sensed that it was something to do privately, something I had to keep hidden. I assumed getting caught would get me in lots of trouble and put an end to my pleasures. The only time I did remember getting caught was when everyone went to dinner and sat at the large kitchen table at the other end of the apartment. Suddenly I got the urge to masturbate and wanted to take advantage of everyone being at dinner, unlikely to move for at least a few minutes. I quickly laid face down on the floor behind the ottoman, pulled my pants down and began rubbing the front of my cotton briefs. Just then, Mother came out to look for me and as she turned the corner of the hallway she spotted me instantly. I froze in embarrassment then watched as Mother’s face broke into an embarrassed smile as she realized what I was doing. She waved her forefinger back and forth signaling ‘no-no.’ I was struck by the almost humorous smile on Mother’s face but was grateful for the ‘pass/’ I pulled my pants up and went to dinner. Nothing was ever said about it and so much the better as far as I was concerned. This small episode would have far reaching implications in the years to come for me.
It all started innocently enough. At the age of 6 I discovered nylon panties and became fascinated with them. Just the sight of them made me feel a little peculiar, a bit naughty for looking at something I knew I shouldn’t see but also a bit strange, sort of a queasy feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t quite explain. When I found a pair of panties in the hamper once it just seemed natural to put them on to rub with. It seemed crazy but little k**s always did slightly mischievous things out of idle curiosity. However, this was not just idle curiosity. I soon found myself sneaking Mother’s panties from her drawer on a regular basis.
Because I was using Mother’s panties to masturbate with, I found the feelings of guilt and shame compounded. I was already doing something naughty by masturbating but now I was doing so with Mother’s panties! I imagined how humiliated I would be if anyone found out. I knew if a friend were somehow to discover my fetish then everyone at school would know. My life would be ruined. I would rather die than experience that.
Wearing Mother’s panties felt heavenly. My body tingled with excitement as soon as I slid them up my legs. Rubbing the front of them was ecstasy and was so much more intense. The physical sensation was out of this world. And yet, there was so much more to it, especially now.
The soft, slippery nylon certainly aided the sensations that flooded my body. There was no doubt of that. However, I didn’t even need to put Mother’s panties on to become aroused. Just looking at them neatly folded in her drawer made me aroused. Touching them definitely got me aroused and holding them up to the mirror made me quiver and tremble with excitement. Lately, I would begin thinking about them on my long walk from school and couldn’t wait to see if I was home alone. By the time I reached my door I was already aroused simply thinking about Mother’s silky panties. This added so much risk and thrill to the game I was playing. It was so daring to strip naked in Mother’s bedroom and put her slips and panties on, prancing around the house as I imagined she did. I was in a world of my own- a world of erotic passions for Mother’s silky soft underwear.
I also noticed that the shame and guilt were increasing along with the naughty urges. It was bad enough masturbating but now to involve Mother’s underwear was many times worse. I felt almost sick afterward and wondered what kind of pervert I had become. Where would this all lead? If I was doing such things at 12 what would I do when I was an adult? I swore I would stop each and every time but I could never win this battle. I hated even having to touch Mother’s panties after I masturbated, let alone fold them accurately and neatly. I felt repulsed by what I was doing. Each and every time I was resolute in my commitment to stopping this crazy behavior. And yet, the next time the idea would enter my mind (usually the very next time I came home from school and was all alone), it would gradually grow until I could fight it no more and had to give in. Many times, I fought the urges for days but they would grow and take over my thoughts until it was all he could think about. The longest I recalled stopping as a c***d was for two weeks. I really thought I had stopped this time for sure but after day 10 the urges really began to fight for control. By day 12 I ran to Mother’s underwear drawer as soon as I got home from school, took out her silkiest panties to put on, stripped naked, put her panties on and jumped on Mother’s bed, rubbing myself to one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. My body quivered and quaked as I moaned.
At that moment I heard Mother walk in the house, closing the door behind her. I panicked. I had gotten so lost in panty lust that I never heard Mother’s car pull up. I would habitually get up every other minute to run to the window to check for her pulling up but this time I drifted off on Mother’s bed. It felt like it had been at least 15 minutes since I had gotten up. With Mother in the front room, I had few options. I closed and locked Mother’s bedroom door, stripped quickly, folded her panties and put them back in her drawer. After the most intense orgasm I had ever felt now I was in a state of shock. I felt horrified being trapped in Mother’s bedroom. The feeling was completely electrifying. The idea of being caught by Mother in her panties was mortifying and it was so close. I was so lost in panty lust I was certain that if she had come 30 seconds earlier I would not have heard her until it was too late and she was standing right behind me in the bedroom doorway. I then dressed and waited a few minutes before coming out and said hello to Mother, who looked at me rather oddly. “What were you doing in my bedroom?” Mother quizzed me in a most peculiar way, knowing darn well that something was up. Now that I had just masturbated, all the erotic sensations were flooding from his body being replaced by the shame and guilt I had always known, only this time it was even more intense. I ran to my bedroom, locked the door behind me and shook like a leaf for over an hour until my heart calmed down enough so I could control myself and not shake visibly.
I never forgot this episode and, for cautions sake, I always made a point of being more careful, more aware of my surroundings. This meant many more trips to the window to look for Mother’s car but by this time, I had discovered Mother’s full slips and found running back and forth to the front room window to peek out from behind the curtains added a whole new pleasure as the silky slip d****d over my young body as I ran. I imagined all women walked around feeling like this all day as their bodies were caressed by their silky lingerie.
A very strange thing occurred through all of this and seemingly as a result of my desire to be more careful. It seemed the more I focused on being aware of Mother coming home, the more I imagined what it would be like if, despite all my carefulness, I found Mother to be standing behind me as I laid on her bed rubbing myself in her silky underwear. I imagined I would die of embarrassment and would never be able to look Mother in the eyes or live it down. The humiliation would be too great. This image occurred to me over and over, even when I wasn’t on her bed playing in her panties and slips.
That one time had been so close. And yet, the risk of getting caught added a huge thrill. Of course, the risk had always been there before but now it, after the close shave, was a very real and intense possibility. I could never forget the intense feelings, the panic, the sweaty palms, my heart pounding thru my chest, the horror. But the more I thought about it, strangely, the more I seemed to want to actually reproduce a close call and take my chances. These thoughts confused me totally, for I already was sneaking Mother’s lingerie regularly and without issue. What could be gained from getting caught?
This was the third time I seemed really confused about the naughty things I was doing.
At ***** I knew I had to keep my masturbating secret and knew something was wrong by the way I felt afterward. Then at 6 the discovery of Mother’s silky panties really was off the deep end. How to explain that? Now I was entertaining ideas of Mother actually catching me in her underwear. These thoughts began to control me more and more. These were things that made no sense. It was no longer a simple physical pleasure. In fact, it had ceased to be exclusively that since I first slid Mother’s panties on at *****. Yes, the physical sensation was extraordinary but the naughtiness of this increased by at least as much. And it now seemed the naughtiness was at least as important as the pure physical sensations I always felt in Mother’s lingerie. I was discovering the erotic element of my sexuality, a sexuality shaped by Mother’s panties and slips.
Years went by until I discovered another level of naughtiness. When I got online I began doing searches for “panty fetish” and “pantyboy.” I found lots of sites and learned I wasn’t alone. This comforted me greatly. I also found many pics of women’s panties, which I eagerly downloaded. I enjoyed pics of panties alone, like those I found on eBay, but I especially loved the ones of women modeling them, particularly full-cut nylon briefs like Mother wore. I also found pictures of men wearing panties and at first did not care for them. Somehow, however, I couldn’t resist looking at them more and more. Sometimes they even gave me a strange feeling, something that triggered those naughty feelings I always felt. Sometimes I felt strangely aroused and couldn’t explain why. These feelings began to creep in more and more and, perversely, I liked teasing himself with these naughty images of men in silky panties- especially the ones with stiff hardons poking out in the front of their panties. I knew what that felt like and knew what followed that intense arousal.
I imagined what a meeting with someone exactly like myself- a panty and slip lover who wore Mother’s lingerie since early c***dhood. These thoughts began to increase with alarming regularity. I thought of prancing around with another pantyboy in slips and panties, talking about what it was like to grow up sneaking Mother’s lingerie, taking those risks, feeling those naughty feelings, even getting caught.
I had no idea how such a meeting would ever go and only had the vaguest of images whenever I imagined it. Slips and panties are underwear and not exactly appropriate clothing to wear in front of someone. After all, a woman would never traipse around in her slip in front of company, especially on a first meeting! And yet, wearing a silky slip and panties was intensely erotic and would, no doubt, succeed in producing a rather huge hard on in my panties. All of my panty and slip experiences had been by myself, a very private affair. Wearing lingerie in front of another person seemed so embarrassing. I could never conceive of meeting a man and standing in front of me in his male underwear. I wouldn’t even think of such a thing in front of a friend or relative. And then while wearing women’s underwear?? To do so in front of a strange man who you’ve never met before seemed completely crazy. Standing in front of each other in lingerie seemed so openly sexual and would send the wrong message to my new panty friend. It almost made more sense to wear a dress and fully complete the look of a woman for sake of comfort. And yet, I was never into fully dressing. However, I imagined the person I would meet to be feminine enough to pass and liked this idea the most because I considered myself straight and really only welcomed the idea of dressing in lingerie with a woman, as much as I ruled that seemingly ridiculous possibility out. What if I found another panty lover who really looked the part, especially if he reminded my of Mother?
Of course, that was just the matter of what to wear for each other. What would we do once we met? I had no idea of what would be appropriate or not. Dressing in lingerie always meant one thing for me and that was masturbating. I could never fathom doing so in front of another person, let alone a man- and a stranger at that! All of these thoughts seemed so odd and I was perplexed why I was having them. Why did the idea seem so appealing- so erotic. I would get aroused in Mother’s panties at the very thought of showing them off to another panty lover. And I really got aroused thinking about dressing the other pantyboy in Mother’s panties and slips as well! Again, it seemed to be the naughtiness that I found so intensely erotic because continuously, I kept wanting to do naughtier and naughtier things that didn’t have anything to do directly with physical stimulation. Wearing panties and slips was enough to do that, and even then, I admitted it was the naughtiness of doing this that made it so erotic. There was the physical side of masturbating, the silky soft material that caressed my skin and then there was the erotic element, the mental imagery and feelings that go along with the naughty thoughts. These were the things that seemed in control, pushing me to do naughtier and naughtier things.
Finally, at the age of 24 I decided to finally meet with a local pantyboy. He, too, had started with his Mother’s panties at a young age and was soon wearing her slips, bras, garters and nylons. This pantyboy was much older than me, and had recently turned 60. I felt odd about meeting someone so much older but found the relative age similarity to my own Mother to be a comforting one. In fact, I felt meeting an older pantyboy would be best because he would be experienced and know how to handle different situations. Meeting someone for the first time would be extremely awkward and having someone who was experienced would be comforting.
The date was set up and I ran thru a myriad of possibilities. What would be best to wear? I would get out of my car and walk in wearing regular clothes of course. I could wear my nicest, silkiest lingerie underneath but how would I change? Wearing lingerie in front of a stranger right off would be a little awkward. What would my new friend be wearing when he answered the door? Lingerie? A dress? Again, as the older, more experienced person, I would let my new friend guide the way and follow my host’s lead. This was a completely new experience for me and I had no idea what code of etiquette would be in place for two pantyboys meeting for the first time. Certainly, my more experienced host would know.
My friend answered the door in a dress, wig, stockings and heels quite looking the part of an older woman. He explained that he didn’t usually dress fully, rarely when he was alone, and preferred the silken feel of lingerie- gowns, slips, panties, negligees- anything soft and silky smooth. However, for a first meeting, he thought it might be appropriate to be dressed ‘appropriately’- after all, you would never go to the door in your underwear to invite a guest in- especially a new one!
This eased my mind considerably, as he could see I was quite nervous about this all. He offered me a glass of wine and a seat. After some general talk we got around to our favorite subject- lingerie. We talked about how we started and I found we were both very similar. He began wearing his Mother’s underwear from ***** and snuck her panties, slips and nightgowns from her drawer on a regular basis. He had been caught a few times and while his Mother disapproved of his behavior, she never really did anything to stop him. We had another glass of wine and swapped more stories of wearing Mom’s underwear and began talking about some of our close calls, fantasies and even what it was like to get caught by Mother while wearing her underwear right in front of her! All of this talk was getting me quite aroused and I began to feel a wet spot in my Mother’s pink panties.
After a while, my guest asked if I wanted to dress in something more comfortable. I shifted around nervously, wanting to show off my lingerie underneath but realizing just how shockingly bold that would be. My friend saw my discomfort and suggested putting on a dress he had picked out for me just in case I felt ill at ease wearing lingerie so openly. I thanked him as he showed me off to the bedroom. There was a nice light blue dress of a nylon-type material. Also on the bed were several panties and slips. The sight of them made my do a little dance in my Mother’s panties and I felt a couple more wet spots form in her panties. I tried the dress on in privacy and decided to try a few pairs of the panties on. They all felt very slippery smooth and I wondered if any of them were the prized panties he had taken from his Mother over the years. Accidentally, I left a wet spot in the last pair I tried on. I felt very embarrassed about it but knew I could never get up the nerve to mention my little faux pas. I wondered what he would say later when he noticed.
I walked out in front of him and he looked at me admirably. “Very nice! Yes, very nice, indeed. I hope it feels as nice on you as it looks.”
“Oh yes!’ I said blushingly, as his mention of how it felt was very much on my mind. As I had walked into the front room, the feeling of the nylon dress sliding over my full slip, which slid over my Mother’s pink nylon panties, had caused me to grow incredibly stiff. You could see the bulge protruding out the front of the slip and my friend smiled before looking away and pretending not to notice. I felt ashamed that he saw me like that but I couldn’t help it. All the layers of nylon felt so good. I imagined Mom feeling just like that, perhaps as she stood in front of one of her girlfriends, maybe even at a panty party she may have had. Imagining that I was recreating a panty party, doing exactly what Mother did was exciting and thought for some odd reason that I could do anything, no matter how naughty, as long as Mother had done the same exact thing.
My friend and I talked more about our experiences with Mother’s panties and I was so erect in Mother’s panties that I was afraid to stand up in front of my host. Just at the point however, my friend asked me to join him in the den to show me his entire collection of silky lingerie. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of it but I felt embarrassed to get up, poking out like I was. Not wanting to be rude I got up but tried to turn away. As my friend led the way, he turned right in front of me and his dress brushed the front of my blue dress, touching the front of my bulge. I felt myself leak into my Mother’s pink panties and let out a slight gasp. I was getting so aroused! How much longer could I take it til I needed to seek relief? Could I possibly wait til I got home? The way I felt right now it seemed I couldn’t wait another 15 minutes and began to suspect that I might cum in Mom’s panties without even needing to touch myself.
My friend showed me piles and piles of silky panties, slips, gowns, nighties, negligees, baby doll sets and other assorted lingerie. It was amazing the collection that he had. The more panties and slips he went thru the more aroused I got in Mother’s panties. My friend told me more stories of wearing his Mom’s underwear, which got me even more charged up, then he began to talk about some of the other visitors he had over.
My friend never said too much, being a bit of a gentleman, but hinted at slightly naughty things. I felt I was being tested for my reaction. “There was one young pantyboy who had over 500 panties in his collection.’ He could see by the amazed look on my face that he had my attention.
However, for all of the physical pleasure, afterward I felt very moody, dark and gloomy. A deep, dark shame filled me, a guilt that flooded my body and made me feel that what I had done was somehow wrong. I felt this way for an hour or more sometimes and usually went off to be alone so I could put these naughty thoughts and memories out of my mind. The guilt and shame would drain away eventually and were of no concern by the next time I felt the naughty urge to rub myself.
I always knew deep down that what I was doing was naughty. Ever since I began masturbating I sensed that it was something to do privately, something I had to keep hidden. I assumed getting caught would get me in lots of trouble and put an end to my pleasures. The only time I did remember getting caught was when everyone went to dinner and sat at the large kitchen table at the other end of the apartment. Suddenly I got the urge to masturbate and wanted to take advantage of everyone being at dinner, unlikely to move for at least a few minutes. I quickly laid face down on the floor behind the ottoman, pulled my pants down and began rubbing the front of my cotton briefs. Just then, Mother came out to look for me and as she turned the corner of the hallway she spotted me instantly. I froze in embarrassment then watched as Mother’s face broke into an embarrassed smile as she realized what I was doing. She waved her forefinger back and forth signaling ‘no-no.’ I was struck by the almost humorous smile on Mother’s face but was grateful for the ‘pass/’ I pulled my pants up and went to dinner. Nothing was ever said about it and so much the better as far as I was concerned. This small episode would have far reaching implications in the years to come for me.
It all started innocently enough. At the age of 6 I discovered nylon panties and became fascinated with them. Just the sight of them made me feel a little peculiar, a bit naughty for looking at something I knew I shouldn’t see but also a bit strange, sort of a queasy feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t quite explain. When I found a pair of panties in the hamper once it just seemed natural to put them on to rub with. It seemed crazy but little k**s always did slightly mischievous things out of idle curiosity. However, this was not just idle curiosity. I soon found myself sneaking Mother’s panties from her drawer on a regular basis.
Because I was using Mother’s panties to masturbate with, I found the feelings of guilt and shame compounded. I was already doing something naughty by masturbating but now I was doing so with Mother’s panties! I imagined how humiliated I would be if anyone found out. I knew if a friend were somehow to discover my fetish then everyone at school would know. My life would be ruined. I would rather die than experience that.
Wearing Mother’s panties felt heavenly. My body tingled with excitement as soon as I slid them up my legs. Rubbing the front of them was ecstasy and was so much more intense. The physical sensation was out of this world. And yet, there was so much more to it, especially now.
The soft, slippery nylon certainly aided the sensations that flooded my body. There was no doubt of that. However, I didn’t even need to put Mother’s panties on to become aroused. Just looking at them neatly folded in her drawer made me aroused. Touching them definitely got me aroused and holding them up to the mirror made me quiver and tremble with excitement. Lately, I would begin thinking about them on my long walk from school and couldn’t wait to see if I was home alone. By the time I reached my door I was already aroused simply thinking about Mother’s silky panties. This added so much risk and thrill to the game I was playing. It was so daring to strip naked in Mother’s bedroom and put her slips and panties on, prancing around the house as I imagined she did. I was in a world of my own- a world of erotic passions for Mother’s silky soft underwear.
I also noticed that the shame and guilt were increasing along with the naughty urges. It was bad enough masturbating but now to involve Mother’s underwear was many times worse. I felt almost sick afterward and wondered what kind of pervert I had become. Where would this all lead? If I was doing such things at 12 what would I do when I was an adult? I swore I would stop each and every time but I could never win this battle. I hated even having to touch Mother’s panties after I masturbated, let alone fold them accurately and neatly. I felt repulsed by what I was doing. Each and every time I was resolute in my commitment to stopping this crazy behavior. And yet, the next time the idea would enter my mind (usually the very next time I came home from school and was all alone), it would gradually grow until I could fight it no more and had to give in. Many times, I fought the urges for days but they would grow and take over my thoughts until it was all he could think about. The longest I recalled stopping as a c***d was for two weeks. I really thought I had stopped this time for sure but after day 10 the urges really began to fight for control. By day 12 I ran to Mother’s underwear drawer as soon as I got home from school, took out her silkiest panties to put on, stripped naked, put her panties on and jumped on Mother’s bed, rubbing myself to one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. My body quivered and quaked as I moaned.
At that moment I heard Mother walk in the house, closing the door behind her. I panicked. I had gotten so lost in panty lust that I never heard Mother’s car pull up. I would habitually get up every other minute to run to the window to check for her pulling up but this time I drifted off on Mother’s bed. It felt like it had been at least 15 minutes since I had gotten up. With Mother in the front room, I had few options. I closed and locked Mother’s bedroom door, stripped quickly, folded her panties and put them back in her drawer. After the most intense orgasm I had ever felt now I was in a state of shock. I felt horrified being trapped in Mother’s bedroom. The feeling was completely electrifying. The idea of being caught by Mother in her panties was mortifying and it was so close. I was so lost in panty lust I was certain that if she had come 30 seconds earlier I would not have heard her until it was too late and she was standing right behind me in the bedroom doorway. I then dressed and waited a few minutes before coming out and said hello to Mother, who looked at me rather oddly. “What were you doing in my bedroom?” Mother quizzed me in a most peculiar way, knowing darn well that something was up. Now that I had just masturbated, all the erotic sensations were flooding from his body being replaced by the shame and guilt I had always known, only this time it was even more intense. I ran to my bedroom, locked the door behind me and shook like a leaf for over an hour until my heart calmed down enough so I could control myself and not shake visibly.
I never forgot this episode and, for cautions sake, I always made a point of being more careful, more aware of my surroundings. This meant many more trips to the window to look for Mother’s car but by this time, I had discovered Mother’s full slips and found running back and forth to the front room window to peek out from behind the curtains added a whole new pleasure as the silky slip d****d over my young body as I ran. I imagined all women walked around feeling like this all day as their bodies were caressed by their silky lingerie.
A very strange thing occurred through all of this and seemingly as a result of my desire to be more careful. It seemed the more I focused on being aware of Mother coming home, the more I imagined what it would be like if, despite all my carefulness, I found Mother to be standing behind me as I laid on her bed rubbing myself in her silky underwear. I imagined I would die of embarrassment and would never be able to look Mother in the eyes or live it down. The humiliation would be too great. This image occurred to me over and over, even when I wasn’t on her bed playing in her panties and slips.
That one time had been so close. And yet, the risk of getting caught added a huge thrill. Of course, the risk had always been there before but now it, after the close shave, was a very real and intense possibility. I could never forget the intense feelings, the panic, the sweaty palms, my heart pounding thru my chest, the horror. But the more I thought about it, strangely, the more I seemed to want to actually reproduce a close call and take my chances. These thoughts confused me totally, for I already was sneaking Mother’s lingerie regularly and without issue. What could be gained from getting caught?
This was the third time I seemed really confused about the naughty things I was doing.
At ***** I knew I had to keep my masturbating secret and knew something was wrong by the way I felt afterward. Then at 6 the discovery of Mother’s silky panties really was off the deep end. How to explain that? Now I was entertaining ideas of Mother actually catching me in her underwear. These thoughts began to control me more and more. These were things that made no sense. It was no longer a simple physical pleasure. In fact, it had ceased to be exclusively that since I first slid Mother’s panties on at *****. Yes, the physical sensation was extraordinary but the naughtiness of this increased by at least as much. And it now seemed the naughtiness was at least as important as the pure physical sensations I always felt in Mother’s lingerie. I was discovering the erotic element of my sexuality, a sexuality shaped by Mother’s panties and slips.
Years went by until I discovered another level of naughtiness. When I got online I began doing searches for “panty fetish” and “pantyboy.” I found lots of sites and learned I wasn’t alone. This comforted me greatly. I also found many pics of women’s panties, which I eagerly downloaded. I enjoyed pics of panties alone, like those I found on eBay, but I especially loved the ones of women modeling them, particularly full-cut nylon briefs like Mother wore. I also found pictures of men wearing panties and at first did not care for them. Somehow, however, I couldn’t resist looking at them more and more. Sometimes they even gave me a strange feeling, something that triggered those naughty feelings I always felt. Sometimes I felt strangely aroused and couldn’t explain why. These feelings began to creep in more and more and, perversely, I liked teasing himself with these naughty images of men in silky panties- especially the ones with stiff hardons poking out in the front of their panties. I knew what that felt like and knew what followed that intense arousal.
I imagined what a meeting with someone exactly like myself- a panty and slip lover who wore Mother’s lingerie since early c***dhood. These thoughts began to increase with alarming regularity. I thought of prancing around with another pantyboy in slips and panties, talking about what it was like to grow up sneaking Mother’s lingerie, taking those risks, feeling those naughty feelings, even getting caught.
I had no idea how such a meeting would ever go and only had the vaguest of images whenever I imagined it. Slips and panties are underwear and not exactly appropriate clothing to wear in front of someone. After all, a woman would never traipse around in her slip in front of company, especially on a first meeting! And yet, wearing a silky slip and panties was intensely erotic and would, no doubt, succeed in producing a rather huge hard on in my panties. All of my panty and slip experiences had been by myself, a very private affair. Wearing lingerie in front of another person seemed so embarrassing. I could never conceive of meeting a man and standing in front of me in his male underwear. I wouldn’t even think of such a thing in front of a friend or relative. And then while wearing women’s underwear?? To do so in front of a strange man who you’ve never met before seemed completely crazy. Standing in front of each other in lingerie seemed so openly sexual and would send the wrong message to my new panty friend. It almost made more sense to wear a dress and fully complete the look of a woman for sake of comfort. And yet, I was never into fully dressing. However, I imagined the person I would meet to be feminine enough to pass and liked this idea the most because I considered myself straight and really only welcomed the idea of dressing in lingerie with a woman, as much as I ruled that seemingly ridiculous possibility out. What if I found another panty lover who really looked the part, especially if he reminded my of Mother?
Of course, that was just the matter of what to wear for each other. What would we do once we met? I had no idea of what would be appropriate or not. Dressing in lingerie always meant one thing for me and that was masturbating. I could never fathom doing so in front of another person, let alone a man- and a stranger at that! All of these thoughts seemed so odd and I was perplexed why I was having them. Why did the idea seem so appealing- so erotic. I would get aroused in Mother’s panties at the very thought of showing them off to another panty lover. And I really got aroused thinking about dressing the other pantyboy in Mother’s panties and slips as well! Again, it seemed to be the naughtiness that I found so intensely erotic because continuously, I kept wanting to do naughtier and naughtier things that didn’t have anything to do directly with physical stimulation. Wearing panties and slips was enough to do that, and even then, I admitted it was the naughtiness of doing this that made it so erotic. There was the physical side of masturbating, the silky soft material that caressed my skin and then there was the erotic element, the mental imagery and feelings that go along with the naughty thoughts. These were the things that seemed in control, pushing me to do naughtier and naughtier things.
Finally, at the age of 24 I decided to finally meet with a local pantyboy. He, too, had started with his Mother’s panties at a young age and was soon wearing her slips, bras, garters and nylons. This pantyboy was much older than me, and had recently turned 60. I felt odd about meeting someone so much older but found the relative age similarity to my own Mother to be a comforting one. In fact, I felt meeting an older pantyboy would be best because he would be experienced and know how to handle different situations. Meeting someone for the first time would be extremely awkward and having someone who was experienced would be comforting.
The date was set up and I ran thru a myriad of possibilities. What would be best to wear? I would get out of my car and walk in wearing regular clothes of course. I could wear my nicest, silkiest lingerie underneath but how would I change? Wearing lingerie in front of a stranger right off would be a little awkward. What would my new friend be wearing when he answered the door? Lingerie? A dress? Again, as the older, more experienced person, I would let my new friend guide the way and follow my host’s lead. This was a completely new experience for me and I had no idea what code of etiquette would be in place for two pantyboys meeting for the first time. Certainly, my more experienced host would know.
My friend answered the door in a dress, wig, stockings and heels quite looking the part of an older woman. He explained that he didn’t usually dress fully, rarely when he was alone, and preferred the silken feel of lingerie- gowns, slips, panties, negligees- anything soft and silky smooth. However, for a first meeting, he thought it might be appropriate to be dressed ‘appropriately’- after all, you would never go to the door in your underwear to invite a guest in- especially a new one!
This eased my mind considerably, as he could see I was quite nervous about this all. He offered me a glass of wine and a seat. After some general talk we got around to our favorite subject- lingerie. We talked about how we started and I found we were both very similar. He began wearing his Mother’s underwear from ***** and snuck her panties, slips and nightgowns from her drawer on a regular basis. He had been caught a few times and while his Mother disapproved of his behavior, she never really did anything to stop him. We had another glass of wine and swapped more stories of wearing Mom’s underwear and began talking about some of our close calls, fantasies and even what it was like to get caught by Mother while wearing her underwear right in front of her! All of this talk was getting me quite aroused and I began to feel a wet spot in my Mother’s pink panties.
After a while, my guest asked if I wanted to dress in something more comfortable. I shifted around nervously, wanting to show off my lingerie underneath but realizing just how shockingly bold that would be. My friend saw my discomfort and suggested putting on a dress he had picked out for me just in case I felt ill at ease wearing lingerie so openly. I thanked him as he showed me off to the bedroom. There was a nice light blue dress of a nylon-type material. Also on the bed were several panties and slips. The sight of them made my do a little dance in my Mother’s panties and I felt a couple more wet spots form in her panties. I tried the dress on in privacy and decided to try a few pairs of the panties on. They all felt very slippery smooth and I wondered if any of them were the prized panties he had taken from his Mother over the years. Accidentally, I left a wet spot in the last pair I tried on. I felt very embarrassed about it but knew I could never get up the nerve to mention my little faux pas. I wondered what he would say later when he noticed.
I walked out in front of him and he looked at me admirably. “Very nice! Yes, very nice, indeed. I hope it feels as nice on you as it looks.”
“Oh yes!’ I said blushingly, as his mention of how it felt was very much on my mind. As I had walked into the front room, the feeling of the nylon dress sliding over my full slip, which slid over my Mother’s pink nylon panties, had caused me to grow incredibly stiff. You could see the bulge protruding out the front of the slip and my friend smiled before looking away and pretending not to notice. I felt ashamed that he saw me like that but I couldn’t help it. All the layers of nylon felt so good. I imagined Mom feeling just like that, perhaps as she stood in front of one of her girlfriends, maybe even at a panty party she may have had. Imagining that I was recreating a panty party, doing exactly what Mother did was exciting and thought for some odd reason that I could do anything, no matter how naughty, as long as Mother had done the same exact thing.
My friend and I talked more about our experiences with Mother’s panties and I was so erect in Mother’s panties that I was afraid to stand up in front of my host. Just at the point however, my friend asked me to join him in the den to show me his entire collection of silky lingerie. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of it but I felt embarrassed to get up, poking out like I was. Not wanting to be rude I got up but tried to turn away. As my friend led the way, he turned right in front of me and his dress brushed the front of my blue dress, touching the front of my bulge. I felt myself leak into my Mother’s pink panties and let out a slight gasp. I was getting so aroused! How much longer could I take it til I needed to seek relief? Could I possibly wait til I got home? The way I felt right now it seemed I couldn’t wait another 15 minutes and began to suspect that I might cum in Mom’s panties without even needing to touch myself.
My friend showed me piles and piles of silky panties, slips, gowns, nighties, negligees, baby doll sets and other assorted lingerie. It was amazing the collection that he had. The more panties and slips he went thru the more aroused I got in Mother’s panties. My friend told me more stories of wearing his Mom’s underwear, which got me even more charged up, then he began to talk about some of the other visitors he had over.
My friend never said too much, being a bit of a gentleman, but hinted at slightly naughty things. I felt I was being tested for my reaction. “There was one young pantyboy who had over 500 panties in his collection.’ He could see by the amazed look on my face that he had my attention.
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