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At a young age I developed a fetish in the fact I would get my kicks by dressing up in my moms clothes and prancing around in the privacy of my own bedroom. Everything from here bra and panties to her skirts and blouses. I would frolic around my room, reenacting a day in the life of a woman. I found it completely arousing and satisfying to slip into a pair of my moms soft, warm, sleek, comfy and a sexy panties. The feel of them around my waist and rubbing against my crotch sent me into a total euphoric place. I did it so often I had a secret stash in my closet of her lingerie. A suitcase stuffed full of her panties, bras, slips, stockings, etc... I would frequently snoop through her dresser drawers in search of new pieces of underwear. One day while thumbing through her dresser, I noticed she had replaced the several pairs of panties I had aquired over the years with several new pairs. I became immediately interested in 4 particular pairs. I put them in my pocket, made my way back to my room, and began one by one slipping into them. I was searching for the most warm and comfortable pair to wear for a few hours. However, I was unable to make my mind up. They all felt great, giving me that euphoric feeling. So I thought to myself, "Why do I have to settle on one pair?" If wearing any one pair felt so good to me, then surely wearing two pairs would feel twice as good. I slipped the second pair up and over my waist, and my suspicions were confirmed. Two pairs felt better. What about three, or four, or even more. Before long I had every pair of her panties I had on. About 20 different pairs of my moms panties. From that day on, everytime I dressed in her lingerie, I had to wear multiple pairs of her panties.
One night, after doing my usual of telling my mom I was going to bed early, then actually do my thing, the inevitable happened. I was standing there in my room, in front of my closet. I was wearing my 20 to 25 pairs of her panties, some black pantyhose, a white 36D Playtex 18 Hour bra I had stuffed with a couple of my white tshirts, a white knee length slip with a white camisole. I stood in front of my closet wondering what of my moms skirts and blouse to put on, also. Suddenly, without any warning or knock, my bedroom door opened and there stood my mom, staring right at me. I was busted.
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Posted on : Dec 3, 2013
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Commented on Dec 4, 2013
Playing with Mommy's panties is the best way to begin a delightful life of deviancy...whether you are busted or not. Once my Mommy found out I was playing with her panties, she moved the laundry hamper into my room.
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