Aunt Mary’s Nylons (ch. 1)

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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...

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Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 01

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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...

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Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 02

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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...

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Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 03

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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...

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Auntie Mae

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  Billy Spencer had mixed feelings when he was accepted at Lutheran Baptist College. His favorite aunt no longer lived in Roanoke and the only person he knew there from past summers was Aunt Dalia's neighbor, Mrs Mae Osgood. The propect of moving into a dormitory far from the security of home weighed heavily on the shy high school senior. Except for summer visits with Aunt Dalia, Billy had never been away from home. Small for his age, the unatheletic boy was painfully introverted and teased at school as a "mama's boy". He was also frightened of girls. While he...

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Auntie’s Panties

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Sam was a bright, 20 year old, radiant young man. He far surpassed his classmates in their studies. Spending long hours in his room completing assignments working many hours into the night. Sam had a somewhat clumsily hidden secret. Sam had a great deal of interest in the underwear of his mother and aunts. He was obsessed. Swiping clothes from the house's only dryer, walking quietly and containing his excitement. Sam would even go as far as to reach into the drawers on his mother's bedroom furniture. But Sam was putting that behind him now. He was behind in his...

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Auntie Clem and the Clystere

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Mom and I were having breakfast on the patio on a warm July morning. "Oh, by the way," she said as she buttered her toast. "Auntie Clem is arriving on Thursday." I nearly choked on my orange juice. "She...she is?" "Yes. That's two days from now. I thought I'd tell you well in advance, so you'd be sure to be free for her. She'll only be here through the week-end, and of course she'll want to see you." She smiled, and I blushed and looked down at my food"Oh," I said. Auntie Clementine, my mother's older sister, was my favorite...

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Auntie Grace a Cock Tease

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Let me describe my auntie Grace. My auntie is 42, shoulderlength blonde hair,  5 foot four inches and 115 lbs. My auntie Gracehas an hour glass figure. My auntie has very nice legs. Myauntie  has a beautiful face, and lovely  green eyes. My auntie Grace is also a very sexy sensual smoker. I was about 25 when this happened. I was staying at my auntie's house on vacation. It was summer and most of the family were spending time outside. My auntie always dressed in tight shorts. My auntie always wore nice fitting blouses. My auntie was always catching me...

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Auntie Janice

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Burdened by two suitcases. Robert stumbled up the stairs to AuntJanice's front door. He dropped them on the pavement and caught hisbreath. His arms ached and the exercise, combined with the warmspring day had caused him to sweat through his shirt. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Robert heard steps behind the door; he straightened up and tried to look his best. The lock turned and the door swung open. His Aunt did not smile as she stood aside and waved her hand to invite him in. "Just leave you bags here," she said...

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Auntie Joyce Discovers my Fetish

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Auntie Joyce found out about my fetish when I was a teenager. I was about 17, she was in her 40's. Now I wasn't really attracted to my aunt but one summer, she discovered and encouraged my lust for her lingerie. My younger brother had gone for the summer to visit my uncle, (they were divorced) so that left me and Auntie Joyce alone together a lot. At this time I was discovering my sexuality, and was exploring different methods of masturbation, as I had no experience with girls yet. I soon discovered my aunt's lingerie. I would rifle through...

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Auntie Knows Best

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On occasion I visit my 60-year old widowed Aunt who lives in the southern US.  She has a slender figure with fair skin, red hair and a 34c chest. She is very loving but domineering. One time as we chatted in her home, the conversation drifted to my health. I told her I was feeling fine and she asked when the last time I had a physical? I replied that it has been about 5 years. She reprimanded me in a childish way. Even though I'm 40 years old she still remembers me as her cute 10 year old nephew...

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Aunt Betty’s Things

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I just found this site, and I think it's great! I knew there were a lot of other men out there who, like me, learned to enjoy the intense pleasure of silk and nylon from "borrowing" their mother's or sister's clothes. I began to enjoy that pleasure when I was about 8or 9 years old... taking my mom's silky things out of the hamper and rubbing them on my body when I went in to take a bath... progressing to trying them on before my bath... then, as I got older, to trying them on when I was home alone....

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Aunt Betty Takes Me In

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I was 20 years old and had just split up with my long time sweet-heart ofmy teenage years as something told us to move on to better and bigger thingsin life. Not a big deal and I was relieved as personality- wise she wasn't theone for me and we had enough sex to last a life time, or so I thought. It wasthe summer of 82 and you may remember it was a scorcher. Very little rain andexceptionally humid. A strange combination but it lent itself to the story I am about to tell you. I had enrolled in college...

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Aunt Betty the Nudist

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  I was 20 years old and had just split up with my long time sweet-heart of my teenage years as something told us to move on to better and bigger things in life. Not a big deal and I was relieved as personality- wise she wasn't the one for me and we had enough sex to last a life time, or so I thought. It was the summer of 82 and you may remember it was a scorcher. Very little rain and exceptionally humid. A strange combination but it lent itself to the story I am about to tell...

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Aunt Carmen’s Scented Panties

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My Aunt Carmen was the stuff young boys' wet dreams are made of. She'd been widowed for several years by then. While she'd been married she'd been rather dumpy and unattractive, but when she became single again she ditched her frumpy wardrobe in favor of tight jeans and miniskirts, which made her look irresistible even though she was well past forty. Gone were the "sensible" flats in favor of tall stiletto heels. No more erotic woman ever lived! To Mom and my other Aunts, Aunt Carmen was the subject of endless gossip. They never seemed to tire of speculating who...

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Aunt Carol

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by Christopher **This story is affectionately dedicated to Miss Juliette Anderson and director Henry Paris, two pioneers, never to be forgotten.                                 ****** 'Understanding women' is an oxymoron. You never really understand them. If you're lucky you survive them. Take exhibitionism for example. Why do some women, maybe even a co-worker or the wife of a neighbor, get pleasure from flashing hapless shoe salesmen or "surprising" pizza delivery boys  wrapped in just a towel? Power? Danger? What possesses some women to perform sex in front of others or even before a camera? What is the drive that causes them to...

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Aunt Delores’ Panties

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I come from a rather close, extended family in the Northeast part of the U.S. Both my mom's sisters lived within twenty miles of us when I was growing up, and we would see each other frequently. My Aunt Delores was about five years older than my mom. She was divorced when I was fairly young and never remarried. Despite being older, she was the "cool" Aunt in the family, and I looked forward to her babysitting me or spending nights at her house when my parents went out. She was pretty loose with the rules. She let me stay...

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Aunt Dorothy

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As a teenager I would fantasise over my Aunt Dorothy's mountainous tits - huge melons that jiggled under her jumper as she walked. She was a mature and imposing lady in her late forties, and had a shapely figure, cinched at the waist with wide patent leather belts, which she often wore with flared floral frocks, and taffeta petticoats. And then there were the v-necked sweaters, accentuating her huge, cone-shaped breasts, through which I could occasionally see the circle-stitching of her brassieres. The swish of her petticoats as she walked, and the click of her high- heels never failed to...

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Aunt Emmaline

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  My Aunt Emmaline practiced petticoat discipline on me from the time I was eleven years old, which meant at age 13 I was quite used to being dropped off at her house by my mother on a Saturday morning to spend what we called a punishment weekend. That meant I had to take off my boy’s clothes the moment I arrived, stand completely naked before my aunt, and let her dress me as a girl. My dress for the entire weekend was nothing more than a light cotton little girl’s frock, pink or white lace panties, and some shiny...

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Aunt Eva

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 I was raised in a fairly typical big city neighborhood. In those days, families lived pretty close to one another if not in the same immediate neighborhood. My aunt Eva (my mother's sister) lived a few blocks away from us in a 2-flat building she owned. She lived on the 2nd floor and did n't rent the other apartment because she thought it was too much trouble and besides she didn't need the money.  My aunt lived alone and never married. Because of that she had to do all the maintenance work herself. Yard-work, paining and whatever else was needed....

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