This is a true story about my Mom and panties, but in this case focusing more on *my* panties.
After splitting up with my GF (the most committed relationship I've had, we were talking about marriage but a few months later she left me) I was devastated. When I finally started desiring sexual gratification again, I was faced with the problem of not having my GF. I could have hired an escort, but didn't feel ready for that yet.
So naturally my sex drive was directed back to my first love: women's silky panties. But not having my GF also meant not having access to her delicates.
This is when I started my current collection by buying the panties I wanted from stores and the Internet. Browsing the 'net frequently for panty content I noticed Victoria's Secret Second Skin Satin panties. They looked so soft, silky, feminine and seductive, and they were full cut, my favorite style. Perfect for me, in other words. Coupled with the fact satin panties are hardly ever produced and sold in my country (Argentina), my desire for these treasures I could not get grew steadily.
I had never bought anything online, from overseas, and least of all panties. But eventually I figured it out, got the courage and went for it. Two pairs: one in a golden color and another one soft pink. I liked the texture of the golden ones the best, these were hot, but the other ones, being soft pink, looked so feminine.
Of course these new "toys" of mine, being rare in my situation, became my most treasured playthings. I would enjoy them so much over the following months while acquiring additional items for my collection. Sources for new items were local stores, and Mom.
My relationship with Mom was turbulent at the time, a situation that lasted a couple of years. We would alternate between being OK and not on speaking terms periodically.
This dynamic between my Mom and me has always been pivotal for the formation and development of my panty fetish. Many times my lust for her panties was increased by my desire for retaliation when I got mad at her.
It was in this context when I started sneaking into Mom's home and stealing from her panty drawer. The act of revisiting the origins of my fetish combined with finding new exciting additions also helped me overcome the fear of facing the consequences to my actions, for she would surely find out about her missing panties.
For quite some time nothing happened or was said. Then one day, with Mom and me being on good terms, I accepted her offer for her to come to my home and help me tidy up.
It was a work day so by the time I got home she had been there for a while. We moved some things around, had dinner and then she left.
I can't remember how long it took me but after some time of being unable to find some of my panties I wanted to use during my following sessions, I realized those panties were missing. But what really surprised me (and ultimately made me very mad) was the realization that it was my Mom who stole them from me, as she was the only person who had had a window of opportunity (I would religiously hide my stash from my maid at that time) and a foreknowledge of my panty fetish.
I was outraged. Someone stole my most cherished items. And it was my Mom, of all people! At the time it felt like just another bad thing she had done to me, during this period of troubled relationship. And to top it all, I went through a lot to get those panties: overcoming shame, exposing myself, learning how to buy online from overseas, spending quite a lot of money... I couldn't replace those panties easily, besides, they were unique for me!
I was so mad I couldn't realize at that time that what she did to me was similar to what I had done to her several times. I had stolen panties from her in various occasions. I had invaded her privacy, taken things from her without her permission and kept them for myself. The difference was, most of what was associated with me getting panties didn't apply to her: she was a woman, she could walk into any lingerie store, browse freely and buy whatever items she wanted without exposing herself and being embarrassed. She didn't have the need to work out the intricacies of buying online and having the panties shipped to her home from overseas. But of course, she still had to spend money and it was possible some models of the panties I stole from her would not be available in stores anymore.
It was only after some time I was able to weigh in all these factors when thinking about this incident. There was also the fact that it was her own son who stole her most intimate apparel for sexual gratification, and she knew that.
But at the time my anger felt so intense, I couldn't see any of this. On the contrary, it compelled me to suddenly call her on the phone and talk about what had happened. I felt I couldn't let her get away with this, or at least not without her having to face the music.
When she picked up and asked how I was, in an angered voice I told her I was mad at her because she stole my panties (!!)
I believe she got the shock of her life and only replied "What?!"
I continued my rant, confronting her for taking my stuff behind my back. At first she denied it, telling me how could I imagine such a thing. But I was relentless and after a while, I think she couldn't take it anymore and said "alright, I took them, what do you want me to do?"
"I want them back", of course.
"OK, I'll give them back to you" and she hung up.
There were so many things going through my mind after that conversation, I can't remember all of them, but I do recall I felt relief.
A few days later we met, I can't remember where, but there were other issues to talk about. At some moment she produced a small bag and put it on the table telling me "here's the stuff". She couldn't bring herself to say the words "panties" to me, in person.
Back at my home I inspected the bag and found my missing panties. But there was one pair still missing: the soft pink VS Second Skin Satins. At this point my feelings were a mix of anger, relief and satisfaction, but for the first time I was able to take her feelings into consideration. It wasn't actually fair I got away with stealing panties from her without her reacting or confronting me. And when I confronted her about the situation reversed, she relented and also did not ask me to return her panties. Which she could have rightfully done. But didn't.
I'm of the mind that most things that happen to us and we don't like are a consequence of our actions or inaction. She could have demanded her panties back from me. But she didn't. I, on the other hand, did and got my panties back. But we're different people and she was my Mom, and I felt bad for her. Maybe the confrontation with her son about such a taboo subject was too much for her she was willing to relent in order to end the matter. But she took one of my rare and most liked pairs of panties out of the deal. I have no idea if she wears them, uses them for sexual gratification (another big speculative subject in itself), if she contents herself just with having them or if she threw them away finding some satisfaction in the fact she got them from me.
After thinking long about the situation and considering all of this, I decided not to demand from her the pair she kept. I didn't want to lead her again through a situation she was obviously not comfortable with. It wouldn't have felt right. Or fair. In fact I think I still owe her.
When I was 15 years old I had a good friend of mine. We would spend many an afternoon at his house after school. He had a sister who was 28 at the time. Such a pretty face and balanced body. Of course being a horny teenager I had a big crush on her... :)
My friend and I would often go into her room to play videogames in her computer. She was not very tidy. More than once, we would notice a bra or two on or by the side of her bed. My friend would laugh at that. I would get excited...
A few times I got the chance to be alone in her room. So I did some exploration. My heart would always beat faster whenever I opened her dresser drawers. Her panties were not much of a thrill (cotton thongs and so on), but her swimsuits... Oh, that was something! She had several bikini sets. Some of them were made of Spandex, very smooth and shiny. Her musky odor emanating from them would drive me to those bikinis like a magnet! After a few encounters with her sweet things, frustration began to grow stronger inside of me because I had no time or means to have my way with them right there in her room. So finally one day I gathered enough courage and snatched a yellow bikini bottoms made from a type of Spandex that I really liked. It was so soft and shiny, and the bikini bottoms had good fabric coverage (just the way I liked it!) and a lovely thick double waistband. I thought about folding and hiding them inside one of the back pockets of my jeans, but was not sure about it, thinking my friend would notice. So I got into her bathroom, stepped out of my pants, put her bottoms on over my own undies and then my pants back on. When my friend returned we spent some more time together, but of course, I couldn't get the fact that I was wearing her sister's bikini bottoms out of my mind. I had to get home soon! So I excused myself and off I went.
Back home, my mom wasn't there and I knew I had a good two hours before she returned from work. So I took my time stepping out of my jeans, the bikini bottoms and finally my underwear. I lifted the bikini and caressed it with my fingers. My cock was hardening rapidly. Bringing the garment near my nose, I inhaled a little and savored her sweet sexy female scent. Now I was rock hard!! I wasted no time in pulling her bikini up my legs and over my sweet spot. Oh, what a feeling! It was a perfect fit, the shiny Spandex hugged my ass, balls and cock with just the right pressure. It felt so good, so right... I began caressing my butt over her bikini feeling the smoothness of the stretchy Spandex against the palms of my hands. When I repositioned my hands on the front over the hardness of my cock I felt an even more intense pleasure. My hands would cling to the fabric like it was a magnet and I began rubbing myself up and down, back and forth over her sexy feminine swimsuit. I had planned to take my time and make this sweet pleasure last quite long, but my hands seemed to have a mind of their own as I continued rubbing myself faster and faster each passing second.
I walked over to my mom's dresser mirror and admired myself grinding my hips forward, pushing my crotch against my hand that was rubbing my cock over my friend's sister’s sexy bikini. What a sight! Before long I felt I was approaching the point of no return, so I went for it, waves of pleasure and shiver traveling through my body, I felt my knees weaken as I erupted through the front of her bikini. I was in heaven and continued caressing myself through the garment for a few more minutes, until my erection finally subsided. Getting out of her bikini I decided to wash and dry them so I could store them in a hidden place. My decision was made, they were now MINE! I felt very relaxed, but when I began rinsing the bikini my cock started to get hard again. My lust for my friend's sister’s swimsuit was returning very quickly! I had to do something about it, I still had time, but the bikini was wet. After a few seconds of brainstorming I had an idea I thought was good enough to bring my thrill and erection back instantly!
From the first time I noticed and caressed Mom’s silky panties up to my pre-teen years, I continued enjoying the thrill of touching them whenever I got the chance from time to time and admiring my mom unknowingly putting on a little show for me when she occasionally moved around the house in her bra and panties or two-piece swimsuits.
At age 13 I had my first wet dream. Fortunately my mom had already explained “the facts of life” to me, so I knew something like this would happen eventually.
Shortly after that I started masturbating, wrapping my right hand around my hard cock and stroking it until I would cum, as other boys said it was done.
Having started exploring my sexuality, the next time I saw mom in her bikini swimsuit I would not only delight in the usual visual pleasure but would also feel that exciting tingling sensation in my cock which soon turned into a full blown erection.
Now I knew what my erection was about: sex. Brought by mom’s two-piece swimsuit. Connection established.
It wasn’t long before I started wanting more from Mom. I was drawn to the sight of her wonderful round feminine hips, ass and crotch so sexily encased in those soft, silky shiny bikini bottoms. Since she was the only woman living home with me I guess it’s only natural she became the personification of sex for me whenever she wore those beautiful garments.
She had a particular bikini set that looked so magnificent on her it quickly became my favorite. It was cut similar to a string-bikini panty, only the front and back panels where held together by strings tied on both hips. Pink and green floral print over an electric blue background. Very soft and shiny. The fabric, 80% nylon and 20% Spandex was so stretchy and thin it could have easily passed for a satin pair of panties (like Victoria’s Secret Second Skin Satin I would find out about and love years later).
More and more I would fantasize about what it would feel like to touch her through those soft, silky bikini bottoms. Starting with her hips, sliding my hand to her ass, feeling the full back of her swimsuit against her shapely bottom,
and finally moving my hand to the front, letting the back of my fingers rub from the top of the bikini front to the bottom so sexily cushioned by her pubic hair where the gates to heaven were guarded by the flimsy sexy fabric.
I became obsessed. I lost count of how many times I masturbated at night thinking about groping her through this lovely garment. Every time I saw her wearing it I had to go somewhere else to cool down and hope my erection subsided… Only to return when I got near her again. I wanted to feel her through her swimsuit so badly. I needed relief. I found it so unfair I would get so turned on by this and not be able to get the satisfaction I felt I deserved. But I knew she would get so mad and our relationship would be hurt, so I would restrain and resign myself to endure the torture.
One day, as uneventful as any other, while having dinner with mom I got up and went to the bathroom. While peeing I happened to glance toward the bathtub. There was a small bucket filled with water with something dark blue inside. Curiously, I finished peeing and got closer to investigate. Holding the wet fabric between two of my fingers I instantly recognized it was silky, in a sensual way. With my heart rate increasing a little I lifted the garment and suddenly found out: the water had made the usual electric blue look darker. I was holding my favorite pair of mom’s bikini bottoms which were soaked in soapy water making it even more slippery than usual. I started to feel some pressure in my ears, blood had rushed to them as well as to my dick which very quickly swelled to its full size. What a find! I almost felt dizzy while handling, examining and caressing the object of my obsession for the very first time. But I didn’t know what to do. I had been in the bathroom for longer than usual and became worried my Mom would notice something odd. So I reluctantly dropped the bikini bottoms back into the soapy water, calmed down, arranged my erection in my pants the best I could and went back to the dinner table.
For the rest of the evening I was quiet, excited and worried Mom would find out what I had been up to. Fortunately she didn’t and went to bed while I stayed in the kitchen watching a movie, which was only an excuse to let my thoughts freely revive what I had done a few moments earlier.
I began to feel frustrated. Those bikini bottoms were so sexy, why couldn’t I enjoy them more? All I could think about was going to bed and masturbate to this experience, but that had never been enough and it definitely wouldn’t be this time.
Just as I started to give in, the TV showed a scene with a couple on the beach, kissing passionately, the man caressing the woman all over her body and two-piece swimsuit. Damn, I felt so horny! It’s not fair!
Then it hit me: I could take a shower! Suddenly my frustration and sorrow were replaced with renewed excitement. I had found the perfect excuse to be able to admire the object of my desire in private and do anything I wanted with it for a decent period of time. So I painfully waited for several minutes, which felt like an eternity, for mom to fall asleep. I figured it would be safer that way.
Finally I heard her snoring. It was time! I carefully turned the TV off, got some clean pajamas from my closet, got in the bathroom and started the shower. The noise from the water forcefully hitting the bathtub floor was an added benefit that would help me conceal the sounds of whatever I was going to do. I got in the shower and let the water soak and warm me thoroughly. Then the moment of truth: I approached the bucket and slowly lifted the sexy garment. What a rush! I carefully examined and studied its front and back, caressing it all over, from the inside and the outside, my cock extremely hard but happy there were no risk of embarrassment and the best was yet to come.
I held the bikini from the back panel, exposing the silky font panel up and moving the whole thing from side to side enjoying the ripples the light made in the soft, silky fabric.
Feeling such pleasure in my hand I moved the garment towards me and let my cock rest its backside against the soft front panel. OMG this is amazing! Immediately I started rubbing my cock up and down against the sexy fabric that earlier today shielded my Mom’s heavenly gusset, all the while enjoying the sensations the equally soft and sexy back panel imparted to my hand. I could not believe what I had been missing! I continued stroking the sexy feminine swimsuit, a little bit faster, moving it around ensuring my dick had rightfully touched every inch of it.
Which such high level of arousal I started to feel I was close to release. But I didn’t want it to end so quickly! So I reluctantly moved the bikini away from my cock, hoping to catch my breath a little. In the meantime I moved it around until I was handling it by the hip strings, the back panel towards me, when inspiration hit me again: I can even wear it! Immediately I lowered the garment and put my right foot through the corresponding leg hole, repeating the action with the left side next. Engaging the muscles of my back I let my extended arms lift my Mom’s bikini up towards my pelvis, all the while feeling the lovely sensation of the wet fabric rubbing against my wet calves and thighs. Reaching back I sled the back panel over my ass which immediately began feeling comfortably tingly from the sexy sensation imparted by the feminine fabric soaked in warm water. And finally moving my hands to the front and placing the front panel all across the sensitive underside of my cock I immediately felt my arousal was turned up an extra notch! My cock pushing against the delicious front panel, the same that up until now ony encased my Mom’s sexiest place, now it was being shamelessly tented by my hot 13 year old healthy male cock, ready to go all the way, waiting for the ultimate release!
Lightly at first I run my fingertips all along my cock covered in the most sexy fabric I knew. OMG, I almost passed out! Immediately I used my whole palm to grab as much material as I could and started rubbing it all over my cock. This is going to be amazing! My hand moving up and down, the fabric pushing my foreskin back and forth, my sensitive cock head feeling the most delightful sensation from the stretched sexy material at the bottom of each down stroke… My left hand rubbing my balls and ass through the back panel, experiencing what at the time was the closest I could feel to rub a woman’s ass through such a sexy garment.
I was in heaven. I started rocking my hips back and forth, pushing my cock even more against what at the time felt to me like the incarnation of sex. This feels so right. The crescendo building. About to reach the highest point. Any time now. Images of these very sexy feminine bikinis delightfully encasing Mom’s hot pubis filled my head. I felt like I was about to black out. My cock the most tingly it has been so far. My cum rising… BOOM! Jets and jets of hot young male cum erupting, pushing its way through the feminine fabric, running down the front panel from the outside, more and more, seemingly endlessly, all that cum built up in frustration from all the times I was denied the ultimate pleasure, now being all released at the same time with an orgasm that almost made my knees buckle!
And then the lovely post-orgasmic bliss. Justice has been made. I felt so at peace. My cock slowly shrinking in the front of Mom’s sexiest bikini bottoms which were now completely covered in cum, it’s a sight I’ll never forget.
After a few minutes of resting and enjoying my deserved pleasure, I peeled the bikini off, having already realized how I would solve the problem of the evidence… Of course I was in the shower and the swimsuit had been already wet! So I let the shower jet rinse all the sinful cum, washed the garment with soap to remove any traces of me thoroughly enjoying them and finally placed it back in the bucket where I found it. The perfect crime!
After drying myself and putting on my clean pajamas I laid in bed, falling asleep the happiest kid in the world, thinking about the gates that had just flooded open and the endless possibilities that awaited me in the very near future.
This is a true story about the first time I noticed mom's panties, and a little more. More stories to come, hope you enjoy!
When I was a kid, my mom used to walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. She didn't think it was inappropriate to let her son see her in her underwear. Around that time I was 10 years old. She was 40 and a thin, attractive lady. I remember that for some reason, I liked to look at her in her panties. I also remember that I knew it was odd, that I shouldn't stare at her long enough for her to notice my interest. I didn't know about sex, and I wasn't masturbating at that time yet, but I simply knew.
At that time she would wear bikini and string bikini type panties made of a nylon/spandex blend. Satin and silk are very rarely seen in underwear here (I'm from Argentina). I loved the way the panties looked on her. They looked so soft, and I especially liked the way the fabric glittered on her body. I was attracted to her panties, I couldn't help it. I would feel the same attraction whenever I saw her panties hanging on the wash line.
One day I saw my mom when she opened her panty drawer. That's when I discovered where she kept her panties. I felt the same attraction. Then I began to feel curious. I kept thinking about that drawer and its contents.
Finally one day I decided to look into her drawer. I felt I shouldn't, so I did it furtively. My mom was doing the laundry, so I didn't have much time. I went to her room and began opening the drawer. I was very excited! There were her panties, neatly folded and arranged side by side by colors. White, beige, black. I gently ran my fingers over the panties. Oh, they were so soft! I loved it. I felt that tingling sensation in my cock we all know about. I didn't know it was an erection yet. It just felt great. Then I went a little further and picked up the pair I liked the most: a beige string bikini. I unfolded, caressed and stretched it with my hands. They were soft, smooth and I loved the smell of fabric softener and my mother's perfume.
Then I came back to reality and decided to put it back. My mom would return anytime now, and I didn't want to get in trouble. I folded the panties the best way I could and put it back in the same position it was before. Then I got out of her bedroom and continued with my boy things. I was happy!
