Wearing Mom's PantiesMom always wore the silkiest white nylon full cut briefs. I discovered them in her drawer when I was 6. Fortunately, I was often home for about an hour after school and would often run to Mom's drawer to sneak out a pair of her panties to play in. I could only stand about 15 minutes at most before I would rub myself to an exhilarating (dry) ****** that would shake my body and make it tingle all over.
Of course, immediately afterward I felt tremendous guilt and shame over what I had done. I was so consumed with this feeling that I even hated to touch Mom's panties to put them back in her drawer. However, I knew I had to touch them- and not only that, I had to take my time carefully folding them so Mom would never catch on. She was meticulous when it came to folding her panties and slips. Each one was folded exactly the same and put in the same order in neatly folded piles in her underwear drawer. Having to take the extra time to fold them correctly just added to the agony and shame. I would swear each time that this would be the last time I would do something so horribly humiliating. I would go off by myself and brood for an hour or so until the dreadful feelings would dissipate.
I could go for days without thinking about Mom's panties but when I found myself coming home to an empty house I couldn't help but think that I COULD dress in Mom's panties again because she wouldn't be home for a while. At first, I could fight these feelings, sometimes for a few days, but eventually the thought would become obsessive and no matter how hard I fought internally not to give in to these urges I would always end up buckling in the end. I would swear that THIS would be the last time for certain. After all, I had done this so many times before. What was one LAST time? After all, I would be free of this burden afterward, truly believing I would never do it again.
After a few years and a few close calls Mom caught on somehow that I was sneaking her panties. I began wearing them to bed tho it took a long time before I could last thru the whole night. At the age of 12. with puberty just beginning, I was in a constant state of arousal while wearing Mom's silky panties. Often, I would ********** before the morning came and would try to shake these shameful and humiliating feelings but if I could make it until the morning I woke up in a feeling of erotic ecstasy, aroused beyond belief!
By the age of 13 I began wearing Mom's silky white full slips to bed, too, for an extra la
Several times I woke up and realized the blanket was slightly off so that Mom could see her slip or panties peeking out from underneath. At first I was horrified that Mom could walk by and see me but then I began to enjoy the idea. Soon, I began purposely leaving the covers slightly off. Mom woke up early in the morning (around 5:30am) and sometimes I was awake enough to notice her sneek in to cover me up. Nothing was ever said when I got up for breakfast. It was a very odd feeling sitting at the breakfast table in front of Mom, wearing her silky panties under my pajamas, sitting right across from Mom, knowing that she knew I wore her underwear to bed.
Soon, I began getting even bolder and would leave her panties in my underwear drawer, at first hidden in back and underneath, but eventually on top so Mom could see if she peeked in- and I began to notice that Mom was peeking in my drawer frequently. (I would leave it open a slight crack and measure it then check it later when I got home from school.) Again, nothing was ever said. I loved that Mom knew I wore her silky panties and slips but never said anything. It was also very erotic knowing that Mom was often wearing her panties and slips after I had worn and (carefully) *********** with them before putting them back in her drawer.
One thing that drove me wild was that Mom often paraded around the house in her full slip. She began to get in the habit when I was 13-14 to take a Saturday morning bath then parade around wearing just her white padded bra, white panties and white full slip for around an hour before getting dressed and going out to run errands. Given that she was fully aware that I wore her slips and panties at the time I look back on this and wonder what she was thinking.
Altho I was trying to be sly, I now realize Mom had to notice me sneaking peeks at her whenever she wasn't looking directly at me. Tho I had no sexual urges for Mom seeing her waltz around in her panties and slip drove me bonkers! I began to arrange her drawer on Friday night by putting one of my favorite panties and slip on the top of her carefully folded piles. I loved seeing her model my favorite underwear for me the following day- especially knowing I had worn and ********** with it just the day before.
Years later when I married I thought I would be thru with my panty fetish- or at least focus on my wife's lingerie, which seemed a lot more 'normal.' However, the old fantasies about Mom's panties kept coming back- especially fantasies about getting caught by her in her underwear. The dynamic created by her knowing and not saying anything was intense.
I began to steal a single pair of her white panties each year, figuring one pair of missing plain white panties would be hard to detect amongst a dozen or more almost identical panties. After several years, tho, Mom began to catch on. I knew this because after a lifetime of white panties and underwear I discovered colored panties. This was quite a shock to me but I soon realized she was doing this because of me. I thought at the time it was a trap- a way for Mom to let me know she was onto me and not to steal any more of her panties. Certainly a single blue or pink pair would be obvious if it were missing. Of course, I couldn't keep myself from sneaking these as well, especially because I knew Mom was buying them because of me. Little did I suspect at the time that she was buying them FOR me! I reasoned this out many years later because Mom would meticulously remove the tag from all of her panties. I am guessing she must have had as sensitive skin as I do. However, these new colored panties would have the tag in them. I couldn't imagine Mom wearing these with the tag and leaving them that way. I finally accepted that these were for me and didn't feel so bad about taking them.