(Continuation from previous episode)

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.

(To be continued)