by anonymous I love hearing how others started wearing their mom’s panties and lingerie! I began wearing panties at the age of 6, when I first saw sis’ panties in her drawer. A strange feeling came over me which I couldn’t understand. I found a a pair in the hamper days later and instinctively tried them on and masturbated with them. Sis married and moved out shortly afterward and soon I discovered mom’s panties while going thru the drawers out of simple curiosity. They were all plain white nylon briefs- rather old-fashioned and not at […]
When I was about 15 I discovered my mother’s underwear drawer, or rather discovered the hidden thrills of her underwear drawer. My mother and sister were out riding and my father was working so I knew I had the morning to myself. I had taken a shower and cut through my parents bedroom instead of going around the landing. I felt a bit randy as one sometimes does at that age, and as I passed the dresser I noticed a drawer about a third open. It was obviously full of silky things and I went over to take a closer […]
I remember when it started. I was 13, and my step-Mom, my Dad and I were on vacation. My own Mom had been killed by a hit-and-run driver when I was a year and a half old, so my step-Mom was the only Mom I ever knew. I liked her. She was great. We were still three days from home when Dad and Mom had an ugly fight, and split up. After a lot of screaming and crying, they decided he’d fly and I’d ride home with Mom. We dropped Dad at an airport and Mom started driving. It was […]
This story begins like many others young dumb and full of cum, my stepmother would put me to bed and then get in the shower. Use to be I would fall asleep listening to the sound of the water. As I got older I would stay up and right after she got out of the shower and my stepmother and father went to bed I would get up and watch tv, but one day I noticed, the most beautiful pair of cotton panties with the biggest wettest stain I have ever seen in panties. My curiosity got the best of […]
I am an avid fan of panties and recently I had one of my panty dreams come true thanks to a very understanding girlfriend. I have dated Cindy for about five months now and somehow she noticed how I was always looking at women’s legs in short skirts. I have especially always had an attraction to ladies in short tennis skirts and college cheerleaders in their short cheer leading skirts and mentioned this to Cindy. Cindy also loves to wear short skirts and I love it when she wears them when we go out. I know that many a man […]
I’ve told a couple of stories, at this sight about how my husband likes to show me off, especially to young teen boys. In case you haven’t read my other stories, let me describe myself. My name is Marcia, and I am a 24 year old blonde with what I am told is a walking wet dream body, nice breasts and long, long sexy legs. My husband walks around with a hard-on, continually, whenever we are out together. He always likes me to wear low-cut tops and mini skirts. (I like to wear them, too.) We have been married for […]
Hi, I wrote earlier about how my husband loves to show me off, to other males. In case you didn’t read my other story, I am a 5’10”, 24 years of age, with long blond hair and a body that my husband likes to call “a walking wet dream”. My husband always likes me to wear mini skirts and low cut tops. I like to wear them also, because of the attention I get. Especially from teen boys. This thing started a couple of years ago, when my husband’s younger brother, Josh, stayed with us, for the summer. He […]
Hi again. My name is Marcia, and in case you haven’t read my other stories, I’ll give your a short history. I’m a 24-year-old wife, whose husband loves to show off her body to men, women and especially to young teenage boys. (I love that, too!) I have long blonde hair and am 5’10” tall with long sexy legs, 35B breasts and my husband and many other people say I have a real, “walking wet dream” body. I love to show it off for my husband, who likes me to wear mini-skirts and go braless wherever we go. My favorite […]
I don’t know why I fantasised about my Aunty J. She was a small, thin lady in her early sixties, with a small bust. But I longed to have her thin fingers wrapped around my prick. I wanted my Aunty J to wank me off. And that is all I wanted, no sex, just a good wank. So, one day at a birthday party, a hypnotist was booked to provide the entertainment and this is what gave me my idea. I watched with awe as he had my Aunt barking like a dog and crowing like a cockerel. After the […]
It was late spring in the year of 1958, and the weather in the Midwest was unseasonably cool. This was particularly true in St. Louis, Missouri. Thus, the two women waiting at the passenger terminal at Lambert Airport had been obliged to wear light jackets when venturing from home. The two women varied widely in age, yet there was a definite similarity in their appearances that spoke mute testimony to their being related. And indeed they were. The tall, statuesque, gray-haired elderly woman was Agatha Etheridge, wife of the late, renowned chemist, Dr. Percival Etheridge, and now the sixty-four-year-old […]
He heard a voice calling him…calling him from somewhere…urging him awake… “Frank…Frank…are you awake?” The soft voice of his mother, Martha, brought Frank from the land of Nod. He opened his eyes. His mother, dressed in a lavender silk dressing gown, was bending over him. “I am now, Mother,” he replied, humorously. His mother smiled at him. “I’m sorry to awaken you, sleepy-head,” she teased him, gently. “But it’s already past nine o’clock in the morning. Breakfast is still warm, but it won’t be much longer.” “Nine o’clock…that late?” He glanced at his alarm clock on his bedside table. It […]
It was the midnight hour at the Etheridge home. Frank Etheridge rose from his bed as the grandfather clock in the hall tolled midnight. He threw on a robe, and left his room. He walked down the hall. He stopped at his mother’s bedroom door. His hand found the knob. He turned it. The door eased open on well-oiled springs. Frank walked into his mother’s bedroom. It was dark, with only the glow of a night light illuminating the room. The glow was sufficient, however, to reveal his mother’s bed, and his mother’s still form on the bed, deep in […]
