Becoming aware of mom's panties
This is a true story about the first time I noticed mom's panties, and a little more. More stories to come, hope you enjoy!
When I was a k**, my mom used to walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. She wouldn't think it was inappropriate to let her son see her in her underwear. Twenty years ago I was 10 years old. She was 40 and a thin, attractive lady. I remember that for some reason, I liked to look at her in her panties. I also remember that I knew it was odd, that I shouldn't stare at her long enough for her to notice my interest. I didn't know about sex, and I wasn't masturbating at that time yet, but I simply knew.
At that time she would wear bikini and string bikini type nylon-tricot panties. Satin and silk are very rarely seen in underwear here (I'm from Argentina). I loved the way the panties looked on her. They looked so soft, and I especially liked the way the fabric glittered on her body. I was attracted to her panties, I couldn't help it. I would feel the same attraction whenever I saw her panties hanging in the wash line.
One day I saw my mom when she opened her panty drawer. That's when I discovered where she kept her panties. I felt the same attraction. Then I began to feel curious. I kept thinking about that drawer and its contents.
Finally one day I decided to look into her drawer. I felt I shouldn't, so I did it furtively. My mom was doing the laundry, so I didn't have much time. I went to her room and began opening the drawer. I was very excited! There were her panties, neatly folded and arranged side by side by colors. White, beige, black. I gently ran my fingers over the panties. Ah, they were so soft! I loved it. I felt that tingling sensation in my cock we all know about. I didn't know it was an erection yet. I just felt great. Then I went a little further and picked up the pair I liked the most: a beige nylon-tricot string bikini. I unfolded, caressed and stretched it with my hands. They were soft, smooth and I loved the smell of fabric softener and my mother's perfume.
Then I came back to reality and decided to put it back. My mom would return anytime now, and I didn't want to get in trouble. I folded the panties the best way I could and put it back in the same position it was before. Then I got out of her bedroom and continued with my boy things. I was happy!
When I was a k**, my mom used to walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. She wouldn't think it was inappropriate to let her son see her in her underwear. Twenty years ago I was 10 years old. She was 40 and a thin, attractive lady. I remember that for some reason, I liked to look at her in her panties. I also remember that I knew it was odd, that I shouldn't stare at her long enough for her to notice my interest. I didn't know about sex, and I wasn't masturbating at that time yet, but I simply knew.
At that time she would wear bikini and string bikini type nylon-tricot panties. Satin and silk are very rarely seen in underwear here (I'm from Argentina). I loved the way the panties looked on her. They looked so soft, and I especially liked the way the fabric glittered on her body. I was attracted to her panties, I couldn't help it. I would feel the same attraction whenever I saw her panties hanging in the wash line.
One day I saw my mom when she opened her panty drawer. That's when I discovered where she kept her panties. I felt the same attraction. Then I began to feel curious. I kept thinking about that drawer and its contents.
Finally one day I decided to look into her drawer. I felt I shouldn't, so I did it furtively. My mom was doing the laundry, so I didn't have much time. I went to her room and began opening the drawer. I was very excited! There were her panties, neatly folded and arranged side by side by colors. White, beige, black. I gently ran my fingers over the panties. Ah, they were so soft! I loved it. I felt that tingling sensation in my cock we all know about. I didn't know it was an erection yet. I just felt great. Then I went a little further and picked up the pair I liked the most: a beige nylon-tricot string bikini. I unfolded, caressed and stretched it with my hands. They were soft, smooth and I loved the smell of fabric softener and my mother's perfume.
Then I came back to reality and decided to put it back. My mom would return anytime now, and I didn't want to get in trouble. I folded the panties the best way I could and put it back in the same position it was before. Then I got out of her bedroom and continued with my boy things. I was happy!
10 years ago
