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A simple dark blue miniskirt which fell to mid-thigh which had a single central boxpleat, the inside of which was scarlet and showed when I walked in it. At the time that was a serious turn-on, and naturally it led to other purchases, like pantyhose &c.
There was no internet then or digital photography, so the whole business was much more difficult at that time...some thirty years ago.
As I remember I was going in to take a shower about age 12 or 13, I went into the bathroom and (Yes, this is a bit embarrassing) my mom had left her bra on the clothes hamper. I knew she was gone for the day and so I put it on and got in the shower. I wanted to know how it felt wearing it in the shower, even just last summer I took a bunch of stuff up with me into the mountains to a very secluded creek, I wanted to know how it felt to swim while wearing a 1 pc, a bra and panties, pantyhose, and many other things. the final conclusion,,, I LOVED them all and that day will be a favorite of mine for a long time to come.
The first is a pair of my girlfriend's panties and one of her bras. I did it covertly and I still wear them to this day. I'm actually wearing the bra right now as we speak xD
A pair of mom's pantyhose. Unfortunately I got too aroused, couldn't control myself and they got a tad stained. Had to throw them away and thought of buying her a replacement pair for a while -but I couldn't gather the courage, plus I didn't know how to shop for them. I don;t think she noticed the missing pair and if she did, she didn't say a word.
I used to sneak and play dress up when everyone was gone in my sister's sweater, skirt, panties, and heels. and i LOVED IT! haha and i remember wearing her bathing suit some. Got caught a couple times, but they just laughed and figured it was just a phase lol
My mom's bra and girdle, I used to wear both of them every
time that I could.
Cindi Ann
for me it was a white full slip for a small girl hanging on a laundry line. i swiped it then went to a abandoned building and tried it on then couldnt get it off! it was way to small but? here i am today. :)
For me it was my moms bra and panties all in white when I was about seven. Then her heels, she had a lot to choose from.
My wife's panties - but they were not very sexy so I went to M&S and bought a pair, should have gone to C&A as I would then have known which was the front and which was the back:bonk:
It was my mother’s pantyhose. They felt so good and looked so great that I was hooked instantly. After that It was my sisters high heels (with the pantyhose of course).
My mom's heels!
I was 13 when I tried on a discarded pair of pantyhose I found in the trash. It belonged to one of my sisters. Several months later I discovered a box of my sisters' old clothes in the storage room of our house. The first thing I remember wearing from that box was a purple short sleeved dress that fit perfectly. By then I also has a collection of more discarded pantyhose that I rescued and was on the journey which continues to this day.
-Audrey
I've posted this in December, 2007.
My mother is now 79 years old and lives in a house my wife and I bought for her that is two doors down from us.
She is still a wonderful lady, getting older and just got her 25 year pin from AA. When I was growing up, I never knew she drank. I just thought that everyone occasionally found their mother passed out at the kitchen table with a half empty bottle of scotch. I'm much better now, thank you.
I was around 9 years old.
My 15 year old cousin had moved in with us. It was a sad story, her mother had died, her father remarried, the typical wicked step mother, car wreck, her father died and the step mother went into a nursing home. My grandmother said to send her to our house, we got so many kids another one won't make much of a difference. So she moved in with us.
Somehow in my 9 year old mind, I thought she (the cousin) was getting favorable treatment from my parents. I wanted to get the same kind of treatment.
For some reason that 9 year old mind also concluded that if I wore her clothes, my parents and grandparents would shower me with affection also.
I put on a pair of her yellow big panties (this was about 1958) and a pair of her side zip jeans and a sleevless white camp shirt. Nobody even noticed. (In retrospect I don't see how they could not have known, but they didn't say anything to me at the time.) I went upstairs and took the clothes off. Those panties did something to me.
One time when my parents went on a trip and the cousin was in charge of us. She was downstairs reading a book. I got on a pair of her panties and crawled into her bed. (In our house it was scandalous to sleep in anything but pajamas or a nightgown.)
The cousin came upstairs and turned on the light in her bedroom and saw me in her bed. I feigned being asleep. She came over and ever so gently lifted up the covers and saw me in her panties. The covers came back down, she turned out the light and went and got into my bed.
After a while, I went into my bedroom in just her panties. She was in my bed reading a book. I told her I was scared and wanted someone to hold me. She looked at me and told me to go back to bed and hold myself.
The episode was never mentioned again.
She eventually went away to college.
Fast forward about 5 or 6 years. I had developed a bedwetting problem. Wet beds and wet sheets were a real bummer.
My father insisted I was just to d*** lazy to get out of the bed to go to the bathroom. Lots of tears, spankings and wet pajamas. My mother eventually bought me several pairs of 'stay dry' incontinent pants that I was to wear under my pajamas. I was both embarassed and excited about them at the same time.
My father had remodeled our basement and turned it into a bedroom. I was down there by myself, had a tv and radio and my school desk where I did my homework.
I had progressed to buying my own panties by this time.---this was before walmart and kmart. Went to Kresgee's or Woolworths to get them.
One night I was in bed in a just a pair of panties.
My mother came downstairs to kiss me goodnight. My pajamas were lying on my desk, along with some laundry she had told me to put away earlier in the day.
She told me to get out of bed and put away the laundry like she had told me to do. I told her no, could I do it in the morning, I was tired.
Mother insisted I do as she told me to do. Then she saw my pajamas and wanted to know why I didn't have them on and did I have on my 'protection' (That was our code word for the incontinent pants and diapers I wore to bed....we would NEVER call them by their real names, only by protection.)
Mother than told me to get out of bed right now. I refused. She reached down to pull my covers off of me and I blurted out, "Mom, I'm naked!"
She went over to my desk and picked up my pajama bottoms, gave them to me and told me put them on and put away the laundry.
I put the bottoms on over my panties while still under the covers and got out of bed and started to put away my laundry. She then insisted I wear protection to bed and I was always to wear protection and pajamas to bed. Nice people didn't sleep without pajamas.
She then swatted my butt. She must have been able to tell I had something on under my pajamas because she pulled out the waistband and asked me what I was wearing.
I started crying. I told her it wasn't fair, I hated wearing protection, I hated having to wear big white briefs (JC Penny double seats--wish I had some now..she bought them for me) that looked like diapers, I hated wearing diapers to bed and I liked how these underpants felt. I told her I had bought them thinking they were boy's bikini underpants.
She hugged me and said she understood how I felt. But until I outgrew the bedwetting it was so much easier on her to have me wear protection. It was too much trouble to have to laundry everyday--we didn't have a dryer- and to wipe my face and put on my protection and go to bed.
And she stood there. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I was too embarassed to pull of my pajama pants and have my mother see me in panties. I had only occasionally put on my protection in front of her, never in front of my father.
Finally I said the heck with it, sat on the bed and took of my pajama bottoms. I then walked over to my desk in my panties and turned my back, took off the panties and pulled on my protection.
This was very exciting to me and I didn't know why.
I started to get back into bed and my mother asked if I was forgetting something. I started to put on the pajama bottoms. No, my mother said, finish putting away the laundry.
I put away the laundry in my chest of drawers just wearing my protection. I was so embarassed and excited at the same time and didn't know why.
When I was done, my mother came over and kissed me and said, 'don't forget your pajamas." and went out the door and turned out the light.
Oh man, I knew I was in trouble. Not only was I a bedwetter, but my Mom had found out I wear panties. And she was probably going to tell my dad. I worried about that until I fell asleep. I think I cried myself to sleep that night. I wished I had on panties instead of protection.
The next day when I got home from school, I was in my basement room lying on my bed watching TV. My mom came downstairs with a bag from Sears.
She sat on my bed and said she loved me and was so proud of me for being a nice young man. She told me she was sorry that I struggled so much. She knew I was a good kid. Things will get better she said. Then, as she leaned over and hugged me, she said, "I understand boys need their privacy," and handed me the bag. "These are for you", she said.
Somehow I knew I had the upper hand. I just laid there and didn't return her hug or take the bag. She got up, left the bag on my bed, said supper will be ready when your father gets home and went upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she turned and said to me, "I am not going to mention this to your father."
After a while, I looked in the bag. There was a package of panties from Sear's. Three pair, blue, yellow and white.
Mine was my moms red silky panties a short denim skit with a pink blouse and a jean jacketwith pink heels.from there it was what ever i could get my hands on mymoms or sister clothes.
My sisters undies.
When I was four I took a dress that had belonged to my cousin. Her mother had given my mother a grocery sack filled with hand-me-downs intended for my younger sister. I can still remember the details of that full skirted nylon party dress that I wore often after that. I found a hiding place so my sister never wore that dress. It was mine. Leanne
For me it was a dress I bought from American Eagle. I was 18 and I went shopping, with my girlfriend at the time, and bought it for her as a surprise a few days later.
Well, the surprise for her was that she never got it as I got curious and tried it on and absolutely fell in love with it!
I remember trying on a rust satin dress of my mom's. I was about 6 and it was too big too.That was my favorite dress to wear every chance I got. Later there was the sea-foam green dress also satin that I loved to wear. By age 9 or 10 I was trying on heels and experimenting with makeup. -Valerie:)
Hiya girls, it was a pretty silky pink slip with lots of lace and frills-gorgeous! I have collected many many more of them since then!
Penny x
pantyhose
My sisters bra and panties
I found several nightgowns and slips in the spare bedroom dresser. I suppose they belonged to my mother and were there rfor house guests. I took them one by one up to my room to wear and then started to masturbate in them.
I must have been about 14 it was summer and a new and exciting time.
Satincandies:battingeyelashes:
When I was four, one of my mother's friends thought it would be fun to put makeup and perfume on me. I had to promise not to let dad know. As if....
So, when I was seven I asked my mother to let me wear one of her dresses. Wow, she did, but it was just a housedress and hung on me like a limp parachute, and was not at all satisfying. I had lain awake imagining a frilly dress with ruffles, or her ball gown that she had just been crowned "Miss ______" in a beauty contest of some sort. I wanted the tiara, too, but never got to even wear it.
A dress in our dressing up box ... I loved it.Quote:
Originally Posted by camilla89
A pair of my mom's panties.