by StockingTops Aunt Mary never mentioned the cum soaked panties that I had placed in her hamper. So I don’t know for sure that she noticed. I would think that it would be hard for her not to notice! I’m sure they were good and wet and sticky, having just been freshly soiled. Nevertheless, she could have just grabbed a bunch of things out of the basket, and not noticed. I go back and forth on this – telling myself it’s possible she didn’t notice. But deep down, I know better. Things were a little different with Aunt Mary after […]
by StockingTops After Aunt Mary left the walk-in closet, I removed the cum soaked panties and slip she had given me to wear. My erection was subsiding. She had told me to find something else to wear, and to come out to the kitchen for breakfast. I looked around her closet and was drawn to her full-length nightgowns. As I looked through them, my amazingly resilient teenage penis returned to attention. I wasn’t sure how many times I could cum in one day. But I had already cum twice, and my penis was growing hard again. I knew that Aunt […]
My story takes place in the summer of 1966. A time when the fashion called for women to wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heels pumps or mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! Aunt Mary had stopped to visit us on her way back home from a week’s vacation. She was going to spend a couple of days with us even though my mom had to work and could not be home during the day; I was a freshman in college and off on […]
I could hear my mom getting ready for work and I tossed and turned in bed with the huge erection that I had kept hard all night. I wanted to jerk-off more than once at just the thought of the past evening’s events with my aunt and her nylons. I could hear the two of them talking and laughing so I knew my aunt was already up and about. My Mom came into my bedroom to check on me and told me to keep my aunt company until she got home from work and we would all go out to […]
* * * * * “Alvin! Aunt Mildred fell and hurt her back. She’s in the hospital.” Those words started a sexual adventure that is still going on today. About two years ago, my mother’s sister took a bad fall. Aunt Mildred had always been an extension of our mom. Sharon and I were kids to a single mom. Our dad took off soon after Sharon was born. I was three at the time so I don’t remember him. Like I said, Aunt Mildred helped mom in raising us. In fact, she was there more than mom was most of […]
It was already hot by late morning. I woke back up to noise coming from the kitchen and the smell of bacon. I got out of bed and walked over, Pam was making eggs and pancakes. She was wearing a grey fleece sweatsuit and I could see her pantylines. I tried not to think about it and told her the food smelled good. She said it was almost ready so I jumped in and out of the shower real quick. By the time I got back my food was waiting for me and I joined my aunt at the table. […]
This story took place over 10 years ago. I was 14, well experienced with self-satisfaction and my panty fetish was in it’s infancy. I had just “graduated” from junior high in Northern California. The graduating class took an overnight field trip to an amusement park in Southern California. We all piled into a bus and made the drive down to the LA area and after it was over, we were all supposed to get on the bus and drive back. However, my family had planned to start our own vacation to Arizona in a rented car several days afterward so […]
Auntie’s Saturday morning bath was a ritual that I will never forget. By this time (age 14) I was sleeping in Auntie’s bedroom (alone- it’s a long, dull story but Auntie was aware of my attraction to her panties and slips so she had more than an inkling of what would happen). After a while I began to look forward to these mornings and began planning little things such as arranging her drawer and putting my favorite panties and slip on top of her neatly folded piles so that Auntie would unintentionally model them for me after her bath. Of […]
It was 1959 and I was eighteen years old. My mother and father had died over a year ago in a car crash and after spending six months in a foster home my Aunty Jean had taken me in as her ward. Aunty Jean was forty-five and quite an attractive woman for her age. Her body was a little on the large side but she had large creamy breasts and stunning legs for a woman her age. She worked in an office in the city and her work attire usually consisted of skirt, blouse, heels and hosiery; she dressed sophisticatedly […]
I crawled out the door and, still naked, I made my way down to the laundry to get a mop and bucket. After filling the bucket with warm soapy water I returned upstairs to my bedroom to find that my Aunty had gone. She had left me a note; it read: ‘Wear this………AND ONLY THIS!!! After you have completed your chores stand in the corner facing the wall and wait!’ The note was pinned to a white satin apron, edged with lace. Underneath the apron was a set of clean sheets. I balked at the idea of wearing the apron […]
After I had finished my homework I came downstairs for dinner. It felt strange sitting at the table dressed in only in my apron and my cocquette. Aunty Jean was still dressed in her mauve satin blouse and white duchess satin classic-style, pencil skirt, flesh-toned sheer seamed stockings and white high-heeled court-shoes. She had refreshed her perfume before dinner and her scent was delicious. My buttocks still stung a little and the cold vinyl of the dinning room chair against my buttocks did nothing to ease the pain. Aunty said very little during the meal and when we had finished […]
For the last 7 days I have been working every evening and missed the best part of my days. Today I was at home and had a GREAT seat when Auntie came arrived. She walked in and we exchanged hugs and kisses then began the ritual of telling how our day went as I watched the best ass in the world walk towards her closet to get to what I had been anxiously waiting for. Auntie made it to her closet pulled the door open then hung her purse on a hook there. Then she turned to me, took a […]
