Mothers Underwear

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I discovered the delights of my Mum’s underwear when I was about 12. What happened was dad used to leave for work at about 7am, so I would go join my Mum in her bed and have a cup of tea with her before getting up.

Mum was 45 and in good shape for her age, 5,04 tall with a 36B bust and narrow waist with big hips, she worked in an office so always wore a skirt which was either a pleated type or a straight pencil type skirt. Not tight at all as Mum was very prim & proper. This would be with a blouse on top or a tight sweater. Her bras always made her breasts quite pointy.

Anyway back to the tale, Mum heads off downstairs to make a tea, I had noticed when I walked into the bedroom that there was a pair of her black panties lying on the floor on her side of the bed. No idea why I chose to lean across for a look, but I did and I then picked them up. Black nylon full cut panties, still tangled up in the fine nylon pantyhose she had worn yesterday for work. The first thing I noticed when I felt them, was that the panties were quite wet. I pushed them into my face and inhaled, my god my Mum’s pussy smelled so sweet. The aroma was so strong my cock immediately went rock hard.

Aware she was about to come back upstairs with our tea, I returned the underwear where I found them.

I thought about this for quite a few days before I decided to investigate my Mum’s underwear some more, It was after school and I was always first one home so I made my way into her room. Sliding open the top drawer of the dresser was a sight I will never forget, this drawer was only for Mum’s panties & pantyhose. these were mostly white cotton and full cut, there was a few black pairs but they were 100% nylon, so very thin and clingy. They didn’t have a cotton gusset either, so I recall they became my favorites.
Her pantyhose were always American tan and 15 denier, usually bought in multi packs.

In the second drawer down was Mum’s panty girdles, corselettes, Bra’s and slips. Her girdles were were mainly white or black, with a few skintone ones. She always wore a girdle over her panties & pantyhose. Or if she wore a corselette it was with panties & pantyhose underneath. This tended to be at weekends when she went out with friends dancing.

The washy basket was in the corner of her room, and would have up to 5 pairs of underwear in, until she washed them.
I loved the way when she undressed she would roll the slip down over her bottom, and the underwear would be rolled into the slip as it went down her legs. Mum always had wet underwear, they were often still damp the day after she had worn them. So the hot pussy smell was always fantastic. I would quietly sneak into her room if she was downstairs, and help myself to a pair of undies and then take them back to my room to masturbate. This became quite risky as I was sure she knew what I was doing. So I also used to take loo roll with me into her room and masturbate next to the washy bin. At that age, orgasms took about 40 seconds before i blasted a big load into the tissue.

My favourite days were Saturdays, were I would see my Mum in her skirt & heels all day, knowing that by 7pm that night as she stepped out the door to go to the dance, I would be in her bedroom masturbating with her worn underwear.

I also got very daring once or twice when Mum went in the bath, each night she would go upstairs to get ready for bed at about 830pm,sometimes have a bath sometimes not. I would wait till I heard the bathroom door shut & lock then sneak into her room, her panties & pantyhose were always on the bed just inside the door. To get to Mum’s undies about a minute after she took them off was a fucking huge thrill, still very warm and absolutely soaking with wee. I would quite often blow two loads in a minute when i did this.

Saturday nights also gave me the time to dress up in my Mum’s underwear, slipping on her panties and pantyhose, a girdle and slip and then wanking off with all her worn undies. ever since slipping on my first pair of pantyhose I have been hooked on that snug feeling as your cock grows in the nylon.

I pushed my luck too many times, and would often spend 30 minutes in the toilet wanking with her underwear, after a while she had obviously noticed and was checking when I was upstairs. So on this particuar day I had slid off upstairs to masturbate, and helped myself to yesterdays worn undies, and was busy enjoying in my room when I heard Mum coming upstairs. I immediately stopped and tucked myself away. Mum went into her room, my heart was racing. next thing my bedroom door opens and Mum asks me

&#034Peter have you got my underwear from my room?&#034

I paused for a bit, and realised there was nothing I could say, so got her undies from my bed and handed them to her.

&#034Peter, I need to be able to leave my underwear in my bedroom without you touching them, It’s not normal you doing this&#034

The embarrassment was awful but it never stopped me enjoying Mum’s worn undies, she took to hiding them after that but it made no difference.

Mum converted from stockings in the early 70s, I can remember her vividly standing in front of the fire on cold mornings, fastening her stockings to her suspender belt. The stockings were the fine RHT nylons. She had a few pairs in her drawer, which I opened one day and I have been hooked ever since.

So making a spunky mess in pantyhose has been a hobby for quite a time.

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