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.

(To be continued)