I remember mother. Long gone, I savored the scent of mom. Her unopened attire too. As a teenager, I was curiously attentive to my mothers needs. With dad gone she more than ever required “help” to unfasten her bra, unzip her dresses, assist her by rolling her pantyhose on her freshly shaven legs. Mostly, polishing her patent leather pumps and doing the wash.
One day I found a pair of pantyhose and panties on the floor of her bedroom. Curious, I raised the pair of panties to my face noting a sweet wetness. Inhaling deeply, I almost came immediately. What have I been missing I thought to myself. Wait, these where my mommies panties I was excited about.
Just then my mother asked: “What the fuck?’ , “I was just…” I KNOW what you were doing” “How dare you?”
If sniffing your mothers panties is what you like I invite you you to smell and taste the real deal” I hesitated and went to my room with both the panties and the sheer, smooth nylons. I fell asleep and when I awoke I thought it was all just a dream. Later mom told me we had to talk. “Listen son, I know you have urges, but this is just plain wrong” Wrong? I thought….
How exactly wrong could having a little fetish be so wrong. Months went by as I gathered an enormous amount of mothers satin panties, her best and most luxurious lingerie and even her high heels for my own. It got to be extreme as finally mother chastised me for my using her best attire for my naughty habit. I took it in stride as now I was all caught up in my self abuse. “If you MUST do these things ,please buy your own”
That night I came home and found several white large containers of expensive and lovely lingerie and shoes on my bed. Mom obviously understood about my issues and generously added to my collection. I was in heaven as I nervously looked at the high heels, the pantyhose and tights, as well as dozens of pairs of designer satin panties in all colors of the rainbow and then some. “Like what you see?’ mother intimated. Her eyes widened as I unwrapped apair of Platino’s Clean Cut pantyhose and started to put them on. Fully and gently smoothing them all the way up my legs and hips
smiled as she enjoyed the show I was putting on for her. “Now you have your own!” she sternly told me. I had lewd thoughts as mother left my room. Reaching for my trusty powerful “Little Friend” I turned on the 100 watt personal power ED eliminator on ‘pulsate’ I got serious about the “special purpose” I was engaging in.
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