Rate this story 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...
