Mom's panty fetish
When I look back at all Mom had to put up with over the years it really astounds me. She caught me masturbating at the age of 5, though she seemed as amused by it as she was embarrassed. I was almost caught in her panties and slip in her bedroom at 8. I came out saying I had taken a nap, which I’m sure she didn’t believe.
At some point later she caught on that I was sneaking her panties and slips. Oddly her response was to turn her back on it all and even help me out. When s*s and her husband visited they stayed in Mom’s bedroom. On one occasion I found a pair of panties in one of my drawers, on another two full slips left on the sewing machine she kept in my closet.
At puberty I was losing all control and did wild things all based on my addiction to Mom’s panties. I began standing in my bedroom in a t-shirt and Mom's panties and wait for her to walk in on me. I did this several times. Again, Mom did her best to ignore it and turn her back, which only made me want to push it out in the open.
Mom moved me into her bedroom at 13, long story short, and I had daily access to her slips, bras and panties. I wore them to bed and masturbated quite frequently. Then the exposure fantasies began taking over. I would leave the covers slightly off early in the morning and pretend to sleep. Mom always got up early and would come in to cover me up, perhaps so Dad wouldn’t see when he got up. She caught on that I was doing this intentionally and stopped coming in. I loved going to breakfast with her panties under my pjs and sit across from her, knowing that she knew I was wearing her panties.
Then I began sneaking past her on the couch wearing just her panties and a t-shirt late at night. I did this about 20 times or so. It was thrilling sneaking out of bed silently, creeping out into the hallway and then the dining room, stopping there at the edge of the front room daring myself to push on. It was easy to tell when Mom was sleeping if she was snoring quietly. There were several times she either stopped or was quiet. I now realize she was awake and wondering what I was up to. As it was dark I doubt she could tell I was in her panties but had to be suspicious. And knowing that I wore her underwear almost nightly I’m sure she assumed that I was.
One time she caught me in bed in her slip, bra and panties and asked me to come out to talk to her. So I did- in her slip, bra and panties. Mom was shocked that I was wearing her ‘brassiere’ as she called it. On another occasion I walked out in her sky blue pajama bottoms with a pair of her silky white panties underneath. So the addiction at this point wasn’t just wearing and masturbating in Mom’s silky underwear. It was about getting caught by Mom, feeling that electricity shoot through my body as I felt the shame and humiliation- and also that incredible rush of eroticism that accompanied the whole experience.
I’m sure getting caught in Mom’s underwear stems from the close call in her slip and panties at 8. Having her walk in the house while I was masturbating on her bed sent a chill through me that I will never forget. My adrenaline coursed through my veins for a good 45 minutes after that. I spent a good deal of time in my room literally shaking.
I always felt so naughty when I was masturbating and the more aroused I got the bolder I felt. I began leaving the bedroom door open at night, mentally daring Mom to walk past or even in on me as I played in her underwear. I would tease myself for as long as I could, coming right to the edge of an orgasm then stopping abruptly. I would have to freeze motionless for several minutes to keep from cumming. Even the slightest movement would have sent me over the edge and squirting all over Mom’s panties, something I dreaded.
I always put Mom’s panties back in her drawer when I was done with them so I had to be very careful not to stain them. The strangest part of this whole experience, perhaps, is not that Mom ignored my fetish, let it go and even assisted me. It’s that she, essentially, shared her underwear with me! And by sharing, I mean wearing her panties and slips after I had worn and masturbated with them. I never gave it much thought about it at the time but many years later I am surprised that Mom went along with this. She had to know I was putting her things back in her drawer!
So this mental turn on would occur as I laid motionless in bed, right on the very edge. I wondered what would happen if Mom got up to go to the bathroom, which was right next to my bedroom. She would see me, no doubt, because I usually laid sideways in bed with my legs hanging way off as I rubbed myself. This would call attention to me, even in the dark, and Mom might come in. What could I do? If I moved to cover up I would nudge my sensitive penis against Mom’s panties and begin squirting- right in front of her!! And what if she turned on the light? But if I stayed frozen- if I even could- I would be caught. I was sure either way the electricity of being caught like that would send me over the edge and I would squirt all over Mom’s panties, soaking them with my warm semen as she watched me. Having Mom watch me orgasm in her panties has long been a favorite fantasy of mine every since.
At some point later she caught on that I was sneaking her panties and slips. Oddly her response was to turn her back on it all and even help me out. When s*s and her husband visited they stayed in Mom’s bedroom. On one occasion I found a pair of panties in one of my drawers, on another two full slips left on the sewing machine she kept in my closet.
At puberty I was losing all control and did wild things all based on my addiction to Mom’s panties. I began standing in my bedroom in a t-shirt and Mom's panties and wait for her to walk in on me. I did this several times. Again, Mom did her best to ignore it and turn her back, which only made me want to push it out in the open.
Mom moved me into her bedroom at 13, long story short, and I had daily access to her slips, bras and panties. I wore them to bed and masturbated quite frequently. Then the exposure fantasies began taking over. I would leave the covers slightly off early in the morning and pretend to sleep. Mom always got up early and would come in to cover me up, perhaps so Dad wouldn’t see when he got up. She caught on that I was doing this intentionally and stopped coming in. I loved going to breakfast with her panties under my pjs and sit across from her, knowing that she knew I was wearing her panties.
Then I began sneaking past her on the couch wearing just her panties and a t-shirt late at night. I did this about 20 times or so. It was thrilling sneaking out of bed silently, creeping out into the hallway and then the dining room, stopping there at the edge of the front room daring myself to push on. It was easy to tell when Mom was sleeping if she was snoring quietly. There were several times she either stopped or was quiet. I now realize she was awake and wondering what I was up to. As it was dark I doubt she could tell I was in her panties but had to be suspicious. And knowing that I wore her underwear almost nightly I’m sure she assumed that I was.
One time she caught me in bed in her slip, bra and panties and asked me to come out to talk to her. So I did- in her slip, bra and panties. Mom was shocked that I was wearing her ‘brassiere’ as she called it. On another occasion I walked out in her sky blue pajama bottoms with a pair of her silky white panties underneath. So the addiction at this point wasn’t just wearing and masturbating in Mom’s silky underwear. It was about getting caught by Mom, feeling that electricity shoot through my body as I felt the shame and humiliation- and also that incredible rush of eroticism that accompanied the whole experience.
I’m sure getting caught in Mom’s underwear stems from the close call in her slip and panties at 8. Having her walk in the house while I was masturbating on her bed sent a chill through me that I will never forget. My adrenaline coursed through my veins for a good 45 minutes after that. I spent a good deal of time in my room literally shaking.
I always felt so naughty when I was masturbating and the more aroused I got the bolder I felt. I began leaving the bedroom door open at night, mentally daring Mom to walk past or even in on me as I played in her underwear. I would tease myself for as long as I could, coming right to the edge of an orgasm then stopping abruptly. I would have to freeze motionless for several minutes to keep from cumming. Even the slightest movement would have sent me over the edge and squirting all over Mom’s panties, something I dreaded.
I always put Mom’s panties back in her drawer when I was done with them so I had to be very careful not to stain them. The strangest part of this whole experience, perhaps, is not that Mom ignored my fetish, let it go and even assisted me. It’s that she, essentially, shared her underwear with me! And by sharing, I mean wearing her panties and slips after I had worn and masturbated with them. I never gave it much thought about it at the time but many years later I am surprised that Mom went along with this. She had to know I was putting her things back in her drawer!
So this mental turn on would occur as I laid motionless in bed, right on the very edge. I wondered what would happen if Mom got up to go to the bathroom, which was right next to my bedroom. She would see me, no doubt, because I usually laid sideways in bed with my legs hanging way off as I rubbed myself. This would call attention to me, even in the dark, and Mom might come in. What could I do? If I moved to cover up I would nudge my sensitive penis against Mom’s panties and begin squirting- right in front of her!! And what if she turned on the light? But if I stayed frozen- if I even could- I would be caught. I was sure either way the electricity of being caught like that would send me over the edge and I would squirt all over Mom’s panties, soaking them with my warm semen as she watched me. Having Mom watch me orgasm in her panties has long been a favorite fantasy of mine every since.
9年前
