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Mothers underwear
When I was around twelve we had an airing cupboard in my bedroom and I came across my mother's under garments, I was alone so decided to try her knickers on I don t know why, the material felt so good against my skin, I was frightened of getting caught but couldn't stop myself then a pair of nylons wow it was heavenly, I was so nervous and at the time thought there must be something wrong with me. I know better now, that was the beginning.
To be continued
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Welcome back. Twelve years since your last posts. Hope all was going well for you. My first foray into women's clothing was trying on my mother's full slips. I use to take them off the clothes line in our apartment. I love the feel of nylon.
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Many of us started young, myself 11-12, and absolutely loved trying on my Mom’s things. We all had to start somewhere. Crissy
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Wow has it been that long, that was just the start and like I said at the time thought I wasn't normal, how wrong was I
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I started at about age 5 with my sister's petticoat. Later, it was mom's slips and pettypants.
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I'm still wondering if my mother did ever understand why sometimes her underwear drawer was a little upset...I'm still not very good at folding clothes! I felt so guilty... Now I can go in a store to choose and try what I like and I feel so happy about it. Somehow all this had to start from that drawer and find slowly his way through my life.
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I was about 4 or 5 myself trying on my mothers girdles. They had to be Playtex, I remember I could
smell of rubber. And I would try to walk in her high heels. Those where remembered days.
Rader
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I liked my mother's bras and a ball gown she owned.
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Oh sure. Between moms panties and bras and my sisters both in the same hamper, I wore whatever was available.
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Definitely mother's panties. At 12 I was already a seasoned veteran.
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I remember my mother had a pair of black tights. I tried them on once and I was hooked. She also had a pair of blue ones that I loved. I think she knew that I was wearing them but said nothing.
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Hello everyone, yea I discovered my mothers things very early on. She would hang things to dry out, one day I was touching them they felt so nice. Better than my tighty whities. As I got older, I would explore more in her room. It was then I found slips, girdles., and other sexy underthings. I was hooked. Hugs Faith
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It was my mother's panties that got me hooked. I believe it started when i was taking clothes out of the dryer. I was hooked from then on. Then it went on to wearing bras and slips.
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In my early years, it was mom's lingerie drawers and closet that provided all my opportunities to dress. I was especially drawn to her girdles and stockings (pantyhose came a few years later), as well as shoes. But she was quite petite (5'2", 105 pounds) and really, none of her clothes ever really fit me properly. I had to wait until I could buy my own things to be truly comfortable dressing up.
- Diane
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Luckily when I was younger me my mother were about the same size except in the bra department I had do with stuffing socks in them, now I have breast forms.
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Age 5.
My granny’s satiny girdle. Hooked ever since. All things girl.
Lace and Smiles!
Lisa
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Mother's pantyhose at age 4 and I have no recollection of how it happened. I do however remember a few times sitting around the house in them and even remember the sensuality of the fabric on my legs. There are even a few innocent pics of me in them from that time sitting and reading books. Explored much more of Mother's 'things' at 12 and onward until I left home.
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I never tried on my mother's clothing and I didn't have any sisters, but I did put on some of my mother's makeup one time when my parents were away on vacation. One year for Halloween my mother made me a home made costume that included one of her dresses and some lipstick.
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I started to raid my mothers drawers just after my sisters got married within a year of each other, I was 12 at the time. They were both much older than myself, and the only things left behind were some old skirts, dresses and a couple of cheerleader outfits. I tried on everything and soon found the items that fit me the best. It was a time of fun, and excitement with a mixture of some strange feelings that I didn't understand at the time. She must have known, as the items that I tended to wear the most, some how ended up in a different drawer from her usual lingerie items. This didn't slow me down, and the subject of me wearing her things was never mentioned. I would use panties to stuff the bras, get dressed in her lingerie and then wear the old skirts and dresses left behind by my sisters. I still remember one of the cheerleader outfits that I wore very much and the day I tore it. That did freak me out for a day or too.
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Slips, panties and nighties! Anything this 10 year old boy could find in his mother's clothes hamper. All descrete and secretive, of course. Oh, that was so long ago! Now I am 70, and find myself walking to restaurants in downtown Atlanta! And I adore it so much!
Roxanne
"The Heart Never Let's Me Down!"
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For me it was my mom's and grandma's open bottom girdles and stockings, both seamed and RHT stockings.
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Yes, indeed. Started out swiping my mothers slips and hiding them in the attic. I think I was 7 or 8. Moved up to her panties, bras, petti pants, and hose. By the time high school came, I was buying my own lingerie. She caught me a few times, then finally and silently gave up. Never told the old man, thank god. I bet I have purged a dozen times, but always came back to it. Now I embrace it. Wish mom was still here so we could go all about it. Missed opportunities.
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The first was when I was a toddler, done by mom so that doesn't really count. Next up was my sister's clothes when I was four, but that was more or less just a way to get attention. At seven I was being provided with someone else's clothes, and I started raiding my sister's old clothes from the attic when I was around nine or ten. Mom's stuff wouldn't fit me until I was in high school. She, too, had older clothes that she stored in the attic, which I raided with regularity after I found them. AFAIK, no one ever knew I was borrowing so many female clothes on almost a daily basis. Since no one was home in the daytime, and I knew how to do laundry, everything was kept pristine.
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Since I have no sisters, mom's drawers were my only source. What i actually tried on is just a blur now, but I remember two things very clearly. I learned to put on her pantyhose by trial and error and the sensation was delicious. Also, she had a little fuzzy short sleeved sweater that I loved. It fit me so snugly that it gave my breasts a bit of definition. That nearly made my head explode.
Unfortunately, most of the feelings I had were negative, like fear, disgust and guilt. Because it was TABOO for a boy to have positive feelings around femininity. This was the 1970's. People were starting to come out of their closets, but not in the town where I lived.
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I think I was around 6 the first time I started trying on my mom's bras and panties. The thrill never ends..