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Mom Caught Me In Her Bra And Panties

When I was about 7 years old, I became fascinated by my mom’s sexy underwear. While she was doing chores or getting ready to go out or to work she often wore just a robe over her bra and panties and sometimes when it was warm in the house just her bra and panties all around the house!

She wore nice stuff to, usually matching sets with lace and details and sheer panels. She was a nice curvy lady then, 38D **** and size 7 panties, but still a nice waistline even after three kids. I thought she was beautiful and I loved how men looked at her when we went out shopping and stuff. She dressed to show off her figure, didn’t mind men noticing, and responded when they expressed their appreciation, if you get my drift.

Although she was very sexy, I think she dreamed of being slim like she once had been. When I went sneaking through her dresser to check out her underwear, I discovered she had kept all her old stuff in the bottom drawer. Here was a collection of lovely bras, panties, slips, and even sexier stuff like torsolletes and garterbelts, mostly 34B bras and size 5 panties—which I quickly learned were only barely too big for me (and within a couple of years were perfect fits)

From the time I discovered them, I began playing in her old lingerie every chance I had.

Since I didn’t get caught, I got more brazen, wearing first panties then bras to under my cloths when I got home…then all day to school too! Bty the time summer came I was wearing panties exclusively and a problem arose…they were all starting to be dirty but I could not just put them in the laundry.

My brother and sister were away, so I put on a bra and panties and collected up the rest to do a load of wash so they would all be clean again. Everything was going fine until my mom came home early while they were still in the dryer and I was in the back yard playing dressed in her old pink bra and panty set.

I heard the dryer stop and thinking it was done went to get the stuff out…and walked in on my mom who was unloading the dryer with a smile upon her face. There was no point in running, so I just stood there shocked as she smiled at me and said, “How about these just be yours now, ok?” She explained that she had known for a while but had not wanted to embarrass me about it.

It was OK! And suddenly I had my own lingerie to wear!

She led me to my room where she helped me fold everything and puyt it in my drawers. She took my “boy” underwear out and threw it in the trash can in my room, saying, “You never wear this anymore anyway.” As we put “my” lingerie away she explained how some of it was for everyday wear and other was really “for special occasions”, not to wear like to school. She admonished me to “be careful” because if people knew they would not understand.

Some people still don’t understand, but lots of guys appreciate when I wear “special occasion” lingerie for them!
barbarascampbell barbarascampbell 41-45, T 8 Responses Jun 11, 2011

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Oh...I understand! :-)

I wish my mom would be like urs

You have a great mom. What happened as you got older and outgrew the smaller size lingerie?

As I outgrew the smallest size stuff she gave me her used larger size lingerie, but by the time I was about 10 I had worn out what she gave me by wearing it all the time so she took me shopping and we bought new stuff just to fit me. She bought me bras in 36A to wear and also a very sturdy, fancy longline bra in 36DD that I could stuff so I had nice big boobs.

my mom also found out I was wearing her things, she bought my own lingerie and explained the facts of life to me. She let me invite boys over for special sleepovers where I was free to dress and act as a girl and mom never disapproved

Good stuff! I have a couple stories you might want to read.

Loved your story and what a fantastic mother you have told us about. <br />
Enjoy wearing your panties and lingerie --- they feel so good.

You must have an amazing mom !

Cool Mom you have. My Mom bought me my own clothes and left a note with them that I was to stay in my room while wearing them.