Making him my pantyboy
Chapter 1
We first bumped into each other online, in a pantyboy chat room. He had contacted me first with a simple “Hi.” He must have read my profile and seen that we had a lot in common. I asked him how he started his interest in panties and he told me that when he was a young boy he would see his Mom walking around in her panties.
I shared with him how I started and a chat ensued. We shared stories about sneaking and masturbating in our Mom’s panties and how scared we both felt every time we did. We were both terrified of being caught by Mom. It would be so embarrassing and humiliating. Each time we snuck Mom’s panties our hearts would practically beat thru our chests, risking total humiliation. We felt like cat burglars pulling off some big heist. The adrenaline rush alone was a bit of a high, in and of itself!
One key point I found out about him was that he was only 24 and still living with his Mom, who was 55. This meant that he was still sneaking her panties on a regular basis. Sometimes he told me he would put a silky slip on, which added to the sensuous experience. Occasionally, as a lark, he would even put on one of his Mother’s padded bras, but it was the panties and slips that provided the most pleasure for his naughty ********** boner- especially the panties.
While he had chatted online with other pantyboys, often masturbating with them while they shared naughty experiences and fantasies about Mom’s panties, he had never met with another pantyboy. From my perspective, this immediately triggered memories of my meeting with Teddie when I was just a young and innocent boy of 24, meeting with a much older pantyboy well into his 60s. This had the hints of a mirror image in progress.
We chatted several times, getting rather worked up sharing experiences and fantasies, often talking about masturbating each other in Mom’s silky panties or sharing fantasies about Mom catching us masturbating in them. After a while, I got this pantyboy to trust me enough to arrange a meeting at my home. When I told him I wanted him to dress in most of my 600 panties and slips he got rather excited at the prospect of trying on all that lingerie.
I knew I had him. He would soon be my pantyboy. I began planning the best way to proceed, afraid I my get too excited myself and move too fast. All I knew was that trying on lingerie- Mom’s panties specifically- got us both aroused and talking about it even more so. This would be a wonderful meeting.
When he rang the doorbell my heart skipped a beat, eager for the night to unfold. I invited him in. He was, naturally, very nervous. I offered him a glass of wine and he seemed welcome to the thought of having something to calm his nerves. I poured him a rather full glass and joined him.
Soon, we were onto our second glass and I felt it was time to move on from simple pleasantries and onto panty chat. I asked him if he was wearing lingerie underneath his male clothing. This seemed to embarrass him quite a bit. It took him a moment and he took another gulp of wine. He stared down at his feet and quietly admitted that he was.
I asked him what he was wearing. This made him squirm in his seat. He barely mouthed “My Mom’s panties.” I could tell he was feeling a bit uncomfortable. He shifted nervously in his chair and took another gulp of wine.
“Anything else?” I asked. I could see I would have to draw everything out of him but would have to be careful to ask questions the right way so I could ease him into being more comfortable with me. This would mean keeping the chat about lingerie strictly on the lingerie- brands, materials, styles.
“Are they full cut briefs?” Again, he squirmed nervously.
“Yes, Mom always wore full cut panties.”
“What color are they?”
“White. Mom always wore white lingerie.”
“Are you wearing anything else of hers?”
He took another sip. “Yes…. Her white full slip.”
He seemed to becoming a little more animated. Talking about his Mom’s lingerie was getting him clearing exciting him. I knew at this point where the night would lead.
I poured another glass of wine for us and this helped open him up. Soon, we were talking all about his Mom’s lingerie- mostly panties and slips. I asked him if he had ever shopped for women’s underwear. This really got him going!
He told me how embarrassed he got, how ashamed and humiliated he felt just by walking into a lingerie store. He felt like every woman there knew his deep, dark secret- that he was a pantyboy who loved masturbating in his Mother’s panties. The shame burned him deep down and he could tell his face was turning red, which only made it more obvious, which only made him more embarrassed. In turn, this all made him more aroused. By the time he made his purchase and left the store, he was wet in his panties.
At this point, I thought it was time to move on to the next step.
“Would you like to show me your Mother’s underwear?”
This practically startled him. His eyes got wide. He took a deep gulp of wine, finishing his glass. He didn’t really know what to say, but I could tell he wanted to.
“The bedroom is over there, around the corner.” I got up to get more wine for us and left him alone. When I came back in the room he was gone, no doubt changing.
When he came out, he was wearing his Mom’s white slip and panties. I immediately gazed down toward his waist and noticed there was a bit of a bulge in his panties. He caught me looking and I noticed his face was turning red.
I got up and walked toward him. I could sense he was very nervous but I decided to move forward anyway. I reached out and put my hand on the front of his slip. The pantyboy stiffened up and froze. I slid his Mom’s slip over the panties he was wearing. A soft moan leaked from his lips. At that point I knew he was mine!
I continued to slowly rub my hands gently over his slip, caressing and fondling him. He began to writhe in ecstasy. I fondled and caressed him for the next several minutes then guided him over onto my couch.
I knelt between his knees and softly stroked his Mom’s silky panties. He was getting rather stiff and hard in them. I noticed a wet spot forming at the tip. The pantyboy squirmed and writhed on my couch. His face was flush. He moaned
“Noooooo…..don’t……” several times but I could tell he didn’t mean it. This made it even more exciting, knowing he felt was we were doing was so wrong and naughty and knowing he was succumbing to the panty lust, in spite of how shameful he was feeling.
His body began to buck and convulse and he began gushing into his Mom’s panties. He was moaning and the feeling got so intense that he pushed my hand away. I pushed back, though, and wanted to milk him gently until he could cum no more. I rubbed softly for another minute. The front of his Mom’s panties were soaked. I used his semen to slide over the tip and head of his penis. This caused a second round of cum to gush out, as he had was having a second orgasm.
He moaned softly and lowly for the next minute, his body still shuddering. I caressed him a little more then got up. His face was completely flush. I let him be and went out to kitchen to get one more glass of wine for us.
I came back out. I could tell a dramatic change had come over him. He was feeling very nervous- ashamed. I handed him his glass and asked if he was feeling ok.
“I-I…. feel so ashamed! So embarrassed! I was so naughty! My Mother would be ashamed of me! What would she think if she knew? What have I done? What have I done?”
He downed his glass of wine and ran into the bedroom. He came out moments later and said “I’m sorry. I have to leave now. I just feel so….. Dirty. And now I have to go home and face Mom. I feel like the look on my face will explain everything that happened…. I’m so embarrassed!”
With that he walked toward the door and left. Even though he felt ashamed and embarrassed, I could tell that I broke him, that I made him my pantyboy, that I knew I could lure him back.
We first bumped into each other online, in a pantyboy chat room. He had contacted me first with a simple “Hi.” He must have read my profile and seen that we had a lot in common. I asked him how he started his interest in panties and he told me that when he was a young boy he would see his Mom walking around in her panties.
I shared with him how I started and a chat ensued. We shared stories about sneaking and masturbating in our Mom’s panties and how scared we both felt every time we did. We were both terrified of being caught by Mom. It would be so embarrassing and humiliating. Each time we snuck Mom’s panties our hearts would practically beat thru our chests, risking total humiliation. We felt like cat burglars pulling off some big heist. The adrenaline rush alone was a bit of a high, in and of itself!
One key point I found out about him was that he was only 24 and still living with his Mom, who was 55. This meant that he was still sneaking her panties on a regular basis. Sometimes he told me he would put a silky slip on, which added to the sensuous experience. Occasionally, as a lark, he would even put on one of his Mother’s padded bras, but it was the panties and slips that provided the most pleasure for his naughty ********** boner- especially the panties.
While he had chatted online with other pantyboys, often masturbating with them while they shared naughty experiences and fantasies about Mom’s panties, he had never met with another pantyboy. From my perspective, this immediately triggered memories of my meeting with Teddie when I was just a young and innocent boy of 24, meeting with a much older pantyboy well into his 60s. This had the hints of a mirror image in progress.
We chatted several times, getting rather worked up sharing experiences and fantasies, often talking about masturbating each other in Mom’s silky panties or sharing fantasies about Mom catching us masturbating in them. After a while, I got this pantyboy to trust me enough to arrange a meeting at my home. When I told him I wanted him to dress in most of my 600 panties and slips he got rather excited at the prospect of trying on all that lingerie.
I knew I had him. He would soon be my pantyboy. I began planning the best way to proceed, afraid I my get too excited myself and move too fast. All I knew was that trying on lingerie- Mom’s panties specifically- got us both aroused and talking about it even more so. This would be a wonderful meeting.
When he rang the doorbell my heart skipped a beat, eager for the night to unfold. I invited him in. He was, naturally, very nervous. I offered him a glass of wine and he seemed welcome to the thought of having something to calm his nerves. I poured him a rather full glass and joined him.
Soon, we were onto our second glass and I felt it was time to move on from simple pleasantries and onto panty chat. I asked him if he was wearing lingerie underneath his male clothing. This seemed to embarrass him quite a bit. It took him a moment and he took another gulp of wine. He stared down at his feet and quietly admitted that he was.
I asked him what he was wearing. This made him squirm in his seat. He barely mouthed “My Mom’s panties.” I could tell he was feeling a bit uncomfortable. He shifted nervously in his chair and took another gulp of wine.
“Anything else?” I asked. I could see I would have to draw everything out of him but would have to be careful to ask questions the right way so I could ease him into being more comfortable with me. This would mean keeping the chat about lingerie strictly on the lingerie- brands, materials, styles.
“Are they full cut briefs?” Again, he squirmed nervously.
“Yes, Mom always wore full cut panties.”
“What color are they?”
“White. Mom always wore white lingerie.”
“Are you wearing anything else of hers?”
He took another sip. “Yes…. Her white full slip.”
He seemed to becoming a little more animated. Talking about his Mom’s lingerie was getting him clearing exciting him. I knew at this point where the night would lead.
I poured another glass of wine for us and this helped open him up. Soon, we were talking all about his Mom’s lingerie- mostly panties and slips. I asked him if he had ever shopped for women’s underwear. This really got him going!
He told me how embarrassed he got, how ashamed and humiliated he felt just by walking into a lingerie store. He felt like every woman there knew his deep, dark secret- that he was a pantyboy who loved masturbating in his Mother’s panties. The shame burned him deep down and he could tell his face was turning red, which only made it more obvious, which only made him more embarrassed. In turn, this all made him more aroused. By the time he made his purchase and left the store, he was wet in his panties.
At this point, I thought it was time to move on to the next step.
“Would you like to show me your Mother’s underwear?”
This practically startled him. His eyes got wide. He took a deep gulp of wine, finishing his glass. He didn’t really know what to say, but I could tell he wanted to.
“The bedroom is over there, around the corner.” I got up to get more wine for us and left him alone. When I came back in the room he was gone, no doubt changing.
When he came out, he was wearing his Mom’s white slip and panties. I immediately gazed down toward his waist and noticed there was a bit of a bulge in his panties. He caught me looking and I noticed his face was turning red.
I got up and walked toward him. I could sense he was very nervous but I decided to move forward anyway. I reached out and put my hand on the front of his slip. The pantyboy stiffened up and froze. I slid his Mom’s slip over the panties he was wearing. A soft moan leaked from his lips. At that point I knew he was mine!
I continued to slowly rub my hands gently over his slip, caressing and fondling him. He began to writhe in ecstasy. I fondled and caressed him for the next several minutes then guided him over onto my couch.
I knelt between his knees and softly stroked his Mom’s silky panties. He was getting rather stiff and hard in them. I noticed a wet spot forming at the tip. The pantyboy squirmed and writhed on my couch. His face was flush. He moaned
“Noooooo…..don’t……” several times but I could tell he didn’t mean it. This made it even more exciting, knowing he felt was we were doing was so wrong and naughty and knowing he was succumbing to the panty lust, in spite of how shameful he was feeling.
His body began to buck and convulse and he began gushing into his Mom’s panties. He was moaning and the feeling got so intense that he pushed my hand away. I pushed back, though, and wanted to milk him gently until he could cum no more. I rubbed softly for another minute. The front of his Mom’s panties were soaked. I used his semen to slide over the tip and head of his penis. This caused a second round of cum to gush out, as he had was having a second orgasm.
He moaned softly and lowly for the next minute, his body still shuddering. I caressed him a little more then got up. His face was completely flush. I let him be and went out to kitchen to get one more glass of wine for us.
I came back out. I could tell a dramatic change had come over him. He was feeling very nervous- ashamed. I handed him his glass and asked if he was feeling ok.
“I-I…. feel so ashamed! So embarrassed! I was so naughty! My Mother would be ashamed of me! What would she think if she knew? What have I done? What have I done?”
He downed his glass of wine and ran into the bedroom. He came out moments later and said “I’m sorry. I have to leave now. I just feel so….. Dirty. And now I have to go home and face Mom. I feel like the look on my face will explain everything that happened…. I’m so embarrassed!”
With that he walked toward the door and left. Even though he felt ashamed and embarrassed, I could tell that I broke him, that I made him my pantyboy, that I knew I could lure him back.
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