Stockings Daily

I´m now 50 years old, and I started early with stockings. When I was a boy of 12 or 14 it was the time before pantyhose was invented. So I remember how normal it was for women to wear their stockings with a girdle. Growing up in a house with 2 women, mother and my elder sister I was accustomed to see a women in a girdle wearing stockings.I always was faszinated by the sheer fabric of my mothers stockings. One day, when I was home alone, I had to try a pair of stockings for myself. Carefully I took a pair from my mothers dresser and put them on. What a feeling. And to make the stockings stay I had to put on a girdle too. I choose an obg from my mother, a Playtex 18 h girdle. A model which was very well known at that time. I have to admit that I felt aroused immediately. But after a while I simply enjoyed the feeling of the girdle and the stockings on my legs. Beginning from that day I could not give up. First when I was alone in the house, later after school I went to my room with a pair of stockings and a girdle to wear it under my trousers. Oh, how I enjoyed my little secret.
But one day I was discovered. My mum came to my room to pick my shirt to put it in the washing machine. Nothing helped I had to remove my shirt and suddenly my mom became aware of the upper part of the girdle. I had to put off my trousers and there I stood, a boy clad in a girdle with stockings attached to the garters. There was no escape. My mom stayed calm although I could see that it was not easy for her. She started explaining that it was not ok to wear her stuff and that I should never do it again. I agreed but after a few days my desire to wear a girdle was there again. So I was very careful and did it again and again.
Although I was very careful putting the things exact into place, my mom found out. We talked at lengths about my faible for stockings and girdles. But then just by chance my sister found out what I did. A difficult time for me began. She made fun of me and called me sissy boy. Then one day as punishment she came to my room. Again she called me a sissy and that she would tell it to her girlfriends if I would not do what she wanted. Our mother had a job so we had to do some of the housework. My sister insisted that I had to do a lot of her part too. And to make it complete she made me wear one of her bras. This went on for a while.
Later when I left the house my desire to wear was still there. I started to wear again. Now I bought my own stuff and whenever it was possible I was clad in girdles, stockings and a bra.
A difficult time began when I started dating. More then one of my relationships to girls ended when they found out about my hobby.
Then I met a girl, who is now my wife for more than 20 years. She wondered about my interest in stockings and lingerie she was wearing. Then one day I took all my courage and told her. It took a while for her to accept it. But now we are still very happy together. She can live with my fetish and it is no problem.