1. Mothers Underwear


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Taboo, Author: tbd66us, Rating: 58, Source: xHamster

    blasted a big load into the tissue. My favourite days were Saturdays, were I would see my Mum in her skirt & heels all day, knowing that by 7pm that night as she stepped out the door to go to the dance, I would be in her bedroom masturbating with her worn underwear. I also got very daring once or twice when Mum went in the bath, each night she would go upstairs to get ready for bed at about 830pm,sometimes have a bath sometimes not. I would wait till I heard the bathroom door shut & lock then sneak into her room, her panties & pantyhose were always on the bed just inside the door. To get to Mum's undies about a minute after she took them off was a fucking huge thrill, still very warm and absolutely soaking with wee. I would quite often blow two loads in a minute when i did this. Saturday nights also gave me the time to dress up in my Mum's underwear, slipping on her panties and pantyhose, a girdle and slip and then wanking off with all her worn undies. ever since slipping on my first pair of pantyhose I have been hooked on that snug feeling as your cock grows in the nylon. I pushed my luck too many times, and would often spend 30 minutes in the toilet wanking with her underwear, after a ...
    while she had obviously noticed and was checking when I was upstairs. So on this particuar day I had slid off upstairs to masturbate, and helped myself to yesterdays worn undies, and was busy enjoying in my room when I heard Mum coming upstairs. I immediately stopped and tucked myself away. Mum went into her room, my heart was racing. next thing my bedroom door opens and Mum asks me &#034Peter have you got my underwear from my room?&#034 I paused for a bit, and realised there was nothing I could say, so got her undies from my bed and handed them to her. &#034Peter, I need to be able to leave my underwear in my bedroom without you touching them, It's not normal you doing this&#034 The embarrassment was awful but it never stopped me enjoying Mum's worn undies, she took to hiding them after that but it made no difference. Mum converted from stockings in the early 70s, I can remember her vividly standing in front of the fire on cold mornings, fastening her stockings to her suspender belt. The stockings were the fine RHT nylons. She had a few pairs in her drawer, which I opened one day and I have been hooked ever since. So making a spunky mess in pantyhose has been a hobby for quite a time.
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