Big silky nylon panties
I love my Vanity Fair nylon panties. I also love my nightgowns and slips. I have three or four different sizes of panties. 7 when I need support like when I'm doing strenuous work, 8 for every day comfort, 9 for when I feel like playing, and 10 for when I want lots of silky fabric to slide around in and rub on my parts.
When I was young, I stayed away from my mother's things because I was deathly afraid of her and the thought of messing with her stuff NEVER crossed my mind. But...but...there was that niggling little monster that was always trying to et me into trouble, and succeeded more times than I can remember. I earned her wrath way to many times by accident to ever entertain going out of my way earn a cuff, or a slap or a whack with a spoon, hanger, iron or pot lid, whatever was at hand.
But I lusted after her nightgowns and her panties and, since I had to do the family laundry I would always spend an extra minute or two fondling her silky things. Also, since we lived in Central Texas we wore very little clothing during the summer because the weather was unbearably hot and humid. And we would get nekk** at every opportunity. I eagerly looked forward to laundry day because I could get naked and "accidentally allow the silky garments to touch my breasts, my little nuts or my cock. Sometimes I would rub them over my butt, legs and face.
I'm sure that on more than one occasion I would spend too much time stroking my little dick with a panty, nightgown, slip or dressing gown and find myself growing weak-kneed and squirting my cum into them. Then into the wash they would go, all evidence immediately being washed away, except the flushed expression on my face, and my seriously abraded cock.
I spent weeks after each session dreading the call into her room to explain the stains that were certain to show up, but in all, I guess the guilt and remorse was all the punishment I needed.
But there was that time I got caught and called out for wearing my sister's silky nylon panties...
When I was young, I stayed away from my mother's things because I was deathly afraid of her and the thought of messing with her stuff NEVER crossed my mind. But...but...there was that niggling little monster that was always trying to et me into trouble, and succeeded more times than I can remember. I earned her wrath way to many times by accident to ever entertain going out of my way earn a cuff, or a slap or a whack with a spoon, hanger, iron or pot lid, whatever was at hand.
But I lusted after her nightgowns and her panties and, since I had to do the family laundry I would always spend an extra minute or two fondling her silky things. Also, since we lived in Central Texas we wore very little clothing during the summer because the weather was unbearably hot and humid. And we would get nekk** at every opportunity. I eagerly looked forward to laundry day because I could get naked and "accidentally allow the silky garments to touch my breasts, my little nuts or my cock. Sometimes I would rub them over my butt, legs and face.
I'm sure that on more than one occasion I would spend too much time stroking my little dick with a panty, nightgown, slip or dressing gown and find myself growing weak-kneed and squirting my cum into them. Then into the wash they would go, all evidence immediately being washed away, except the flushed expression on my face, and my seriously abraded cock.
I spent weeks after each session dreading the call into her room to explain the stains that were certain to show up, but in all, I guess the guilt and remorse was all the punishment I needed.
But there was that time I got caught and called out for wearing my sister's silky nylon panties...
6 years ago
