I was a
devoted crossdresser already at the age of 13. I took care of every opportunity
to play with mother’s lingerie. As soon as I was alone at home I sneaked into
her room to lay my hands on her lingerie. To touch them, to caress my naked
body with them and – of course – to dress in them. I soon discovered that
wanking in mother’s lingerie was a lot more pleasing than a “regular” wank.
Luckily, I
had rather good possibilities to play with mother’s lingerie. Every day when I
got home from school I had at least one or two hours alone at home until mother
got back from work. So that gave me a good chance, quite enough to satisfy my
needs during the first years. Also the Saturdays were good. Saturdays were
mother’s special shopping day. Then she went downtown to look in the stores and
do some shopping. Such a shopping tour took at least two hours, but mostly
three hours or more. Time enough for me to enjoy her lingerie. But Sundays were
terrible days. On Sundays mother mostly stayed at home, doing some homework.
That meant that I had no chance of getting hold of her lingerie.
Naturally,
I borrowed mother’s lingerie quite secretly. I didn’t want her to know that I
had a “perverted” interest in her lingerie. I dreaded the day she would find
out about my secret. I didn’t know what to do if she stopped me from further
use of her lingerie. So I was always very careful to “tidy up” after my sex
orgies with her lingerie. Always careful to put back all her clothes exactly as
they had been before, so she wouldn’t notice that I had touched them. And I was
pretty sure she didn’t suspect anything.
Some years
went by. I was 14 ….and 15 ….and 16 years old. My sex orgies with mother’s
lingerie became more and more intensive. I was now totally obsessed by her
lingerie. Using her lingerie was the only way for me to experience “true”
sexual pleasure.
As the
years went by my times became harder. I couldn’t get hold of mother’s lingerie
often enough. Not that my opportunities became fewer, but because my demands
grew higher. During the first years a one hour session with her lingerie,
bringing me one cumshot, was good enough for me. But now, when I was 16, my
needs were a lot stronger. I had an urgent need to feel sexual pleasure several
times a day, and also to have several cumshots a day. My sexual urge had grown
considerably, I was almost constantly horny. So what could I do to satisfy my
needs when mother was at home and I couldn’t reach her lingerie? The solution
was desperate. I went into our bathroom and locked the door. Then I stayed
there for some 10 or 15 minutes wanking like crazy, accompanied by some porn
magazine. When I was 16 this could happen two or three times a day. Those
wanking sessions gave me an ejaculation, but not much more. I never experienced
the same “divine” pleasure as I did with mother’s lingerie. So I considered the
sessions to be just “emergency wanking”. Naturally, mother noticed all my
visits to the bathroom. I’m sure she understood what was going on in there, but
she never said anything about it. I guess she considered this to be only
natural for a young boy who didn’t have any girlfriend yet.
So I was
constantly in search for opportunities to get hold of mother’s lingerie. I used
every opportunity that might appear, even if it was just for a short while. But
that was enough for me to have “a quick one”. Yes, I was quite desperate.
However, my
favorite moments were on such evenings, mostly Saturdays, when mother went away
to parties. Then she would be gone for at least six or seven hours. That gave
me plenty of time to experience all possible delights with mother’s lingerie.
Those evenings meant a lot to me. At the age of 16 I could easily have four
cumshots during such a night. Luckily, mother went away to parties quite often,
at least twice a month.
I’m a
passionate lingerie fetishist. I’ve always been. It started already in my early
childhood. I loved sneaking into my mother’s room and touch her lingerie. To
touch her bras, her girdles, her panties, her silky slips and her nylon
stockings …..ooh, that was just lovely. I enjoyed this long before my puberty.
But of course,
things changed radically when I reached my puberty at the age of 12. Then I
started wanking. But I soon realized that my pleasures from wanking became a
lot stronger if I could also play with my mother’s lingerie while wanking. To
caress my naked body with her soft and silky lingerie enhanced my pleasures by
a thousand per cent.
Soon
enough, I took further steps. Then I also started to dress in her lingerie. Oh,
what a lovely feeling! To feel a bra and a girdle tightening around my body and
to feel the soft touch of nylon stockings embracing my legs and to feel my hard
cock rubbing against the soft fabric of some nylon panties. And then to pull
out my cock from the panties and start wanking ……. oh, that was heaven to me.
Very soon I
became totally infatuated by mother’s lingerie. I took care of every
opportunity to get hold of her lingerie to dress in them and to play with them.
Of course I did this secretly, without mother knowing it. So whenever I was
alone at home I always sneaked into mother’s room to “amuse” myself with her
lingerie.
It’s
important to know that I also had an older sister who at this time still lived
at home. She was six years older than me, so when I was 12 she was 18. There
were just the three of us in our home. Mother had divorced our father many
years earlier, when I was still quite small. At this time my sister also had
some lingerie. Some bras, some girdles and suspender belts, panties and nylon
stockings. (This was in the late 1950’s so women still used traditional nylon
stockings with girdles or suspender belts.) But, interesting enough, I never
touched my sister’s lingerie. Only my mother’s. Why? Well, I have never been
interested in young girls, never been sexually attracted to them. That’s why my
sister’s lingerie had no sexual excitement about them. So why “seduce” her
lingerie when I had no interest in her? My mother, on the other hand, was quite
different. She was a mature woman. (Indeed, a very mature woman. When I was 12
she was already 50.) And she possessed all the charms of a mature woman, having
a rather voluptuous and curvy body. And, above all, she had big tits. I have
always been fascinated by mature women and big tits. I was crazy about them
already at the age of 12, and I still am.
So, I was
all focused on my mother’s lingerie. I was sexually attracted to my mother.
That certainly added up to my excitement of her lingerie. Mother had the
(good?/bad?) habit of often be going around in our apartment dressed only in
her lingerie. In a bra, a girdle, panties and nylon stockings. I saw her like
that every day. At least for a while, but many times for hours. I had seen her
like that for as long as I could remember and she kept on to that habit for as
long as I still lived with her.
Like I
mentioned earlier, my sister was six years older than me. When I was 13 (and
she was 19) she moved away from home. After that there were just mother and me
in our home. This changed the conditions at home radically. For me to the
better. I no longer had my sister to watch out for when I amused myself with mother’s
lingerie. Now I only had mother to consider when I planned for my “lingerie
orgies”. That made things easier, which was good enough because as I got older
my sexual needs increased considerably.