As a young boy, I discovered one day while snooping through my parents dresser, my moms underwear.  Now I had seen my moms panties hundreds of times before. She would often wake me up for school wearing only a pair of panties and a bra, sometimes stockings also. It seemed like any chance my mom got while around the house to wear only her underwear, she did.  I had also seen my mom naked, getting in and out of the shower, or getting dressed, or what not, many times.  She was a very attractive woman.  Brunette, blue/green eyes, 5'8", about 140lbs, with size 36C breasts and a size 7-8 panty size. In high school, my mom was the mom all the boys wanted to screw. She was a milf, by all definitions. I was also extremely phsycally attracted to her. Well that day while gazing down at her underwear drawer, and seeing the many different panties, bras, etc... I became overwhelmed with this warm, fuzzy, feeling in my gut. I also began growing a massive erection. My head was flooded with so many thoughts, like, my moms vagina has rubbed up on these panties, and her large, plump breasts are supported by these various styles of bras. The feelings I were experiencing were euphoric, and arousing.

After touching, feeling, and smelling the sexy scent of her perfume on these various articles of underwear of hers, I couldn't help but notice the difference between her, womens panties, and my, mens underwear.  Men were to wear these white, cotton/polyester feeling material briefs with all these seams criss-crossing in the front so the guy could just whip out his dick to go pee. They were somewhat uncomfortable. And these women were able to wear these soft, sleek, warm, satin/silk panties. They felt so soft and comfortable. I had to try them on for myself. So I grabbed a few different pairs of my moms panties anda couple different bras and headed bck to my bedroom where I stripped and slid into her lingerie. The feeling of her size 7-8, white, satin/lace trimmed hi-cut panties around my waist and crotch almost mad ejaculate right then and there. I then slipped into her white, Bali, full-coverage satin bra which I then stuffed with a couple of my T-shirts to give me the effect of having breasts. I fet GREAT! I was in Heaven. I knew from that moment on, I would like to dress up in her lingerie again. So instead of returning her underwear, I threw them into an old suitcase I had in my closet for later pleasures. I would often grab a pair of panties, a bra, stockings, slips, etc... as often as I could from her drawer, the laundry room, wherever. Before long I had that little suitcase stuffed with over 15 pairs of panties, about 4-5 bras, a few pairs of nylons, slips, and a couple camisoles. At night I would hide in my room, dress up in her lingerie, and prance around as if I were a woman.

I grew older, and more mature, but the fetish never seemed to have gone away. I even became romantically involved with a very hot cheerleader from school. We dated off and on for 4-5 years through out high school/ college. But I was not nearly as much turned on by her lingerie then I was my own moms. Oedipus Complex, maybe? But I did realize it's mostly ALL older women I was attracted to in such a manner. Like I said before, I was phsyically attracted to my mom, and I absolutely lusted over her. I would've liked nothing more than to be intamate with her. But I knew deep down that would never happen so I felt the closest I could get to that was by dressing up in her clothes, and eventually masterbating to her lingerie.

One night, I was in my room preparing for my little rendevous with my suitcase full of my moms lingerie. As I opened the closet to grab it, I noticed it was gone. I immediatly paniced. Did I leave it laying out, did somebody find it, did my mom find it? What? As I stood there contimplating what to do, I heard a knock on my door. I opened to see my mom standing there. She asked me "Are you looking for something?" standing in my doorway holding that little suitcase of mine. I was dumbfounded, at a loss of words. She came into my room, closed the door behind her and asked me to sit on the bed next to her. She began grilling me as to why I had this suitcase stuffed with her underwear. "Are you gay?" she asked, "Are you a crossdresser?", "Do you wish you were a woman?", "What?"  I releived her by clarifying that I was definatly NOT gay, nor did I wish I was a woman.  As for the crossdresser part, I just shook my head and said, "I suppose, but only in the privacy of my own room."  After abouta 30 minute conversation, we both concluded that I simply got my jollies by dressing up in her underwear, and frollicing around in my room. Embarressed as hell, and rather shy about it, I also explained to her my TRUE feelings towards her.  About how I wanted to have sex with her, as wrong as it sounds, and how I knew it would most likely never happen and that I found her underwear was my closest way to fulfill my fantasy. She explained to me her feelings. How she felt flattered, but also disgusted. She lectured me on how wrong that was, and how it was very concerning to her at first. But after I explained it to her, she felt a little more at ease. She also explained to me that this has to stop, and if she everfound her lingerie in my possession again, she would have to tell my step-dad. That terrified me. He was a bit of an asshole.

That night I layed in my bed, wearing my own underwer, recapping what happened earlier. There was no way I wanted my step-dad to catch wind of this, but on the same token, now my mom knew how I really felt. She was aware I masterbated to her lingerie, and wanted nothing more then to experience intercourse with her. It was out! She knew! And that honestly added fuel to the fire. That fact turned me on even more then ever before. Deep down inside me I wanted to find out what would happen if I did that again. Would she tell my step-dad or would she maybe succumb to my desire just so we could both put it behind us. Within two weeks I had that same suitcase full again with her lingerie. Doing the same things I did before. I know for a fact my mom noticed her underwear supply slowly diminishing again, however, nothing more was ever said about it. She just seemed to replace the missing items. I continued my fetish for years after. But with all sorts of womens lingerie. My friends moms, my girlfriends, I would even buy my own.

Today, I am married with kids, but every now and again I get the urge to dress up in womens panties and such. I now in particular love my wifes bras and panties. She is aware of my fetish and a few times while we were drunk, even encouraged it. She wanted to see me in her bra and panties. It still gets me turned on and aroused. I love, on an occassion, dressing up in lingerie and maybe a dress/blouse or what not and frollicing around in my own house, reminiscing about the old days.