Then, These

Open Bottom Girdle, Full Cup DDD Bra, Nylon Stockings

It wasn't long after I made my first foray into my mother's dirty laundry hamper to sneak a pair of her panties, that I discovered that there was so much more under her skirts than Lace Nouveau panties.  My mother also wore the above.  Now, granted, my mother was not a beautiful, black woman, as is Miss Veronica Vincent whose photo I'm using for illustrative purposes. (Her photo in this sexy ensemble was found at www.girdlebound.com).  No.  My mother was a beautiful white woman.  But, she was as full-figured as Miss Veronica, and had equally large breasts, that fascinated me to no end all of my life, and even to this day.  (I hope that no one reading my blog will judge me too harshly for that admission.  But my aim here is to be honest.  So, sometimes, I may come to a crossroad in a narrative where I must choose to admit the hard, cold truth, at the risk of revealing how debased I really am, or choose to tone the story down by leaving out a detail, or softening it with less than a complete recitation.  I've determined I will always choose truth.)

My mother wore the above lingerie all of my life that I lived in her house and was able to sneak into her hamper.  And seemingly, even in the summer months, as I could always find it in the hamper.  I understand many natural girls don't do that so much anymore.  And I admit, that in the heat of the humid summer, when I'm already wearing a suit to work, I don't always wear a girdle or stockings or slip beneath my male disguise, as I do in the cooler months.  But not my mother.  Which meant I could usually count on finding her sexy lingerie to slip into whenever I found the time alone.

I'll never forget the first time I tried on everything together - the Lace Nouveau panties, the Playtex open bottom girdle, her Playtex Living Bra with the huge breast cups, and her nylon stockings.  I was fucking in heaven!  I stood in front of her full-length mirror in her bedroom and just stared at myself.  In no way did I see a boy.  I can vividly remember thinking how lucky girls were to get to wear such unbelievable clothing.  I wondered if my older sister (five years older) wore similar clothing.  Somehow, I did not think that she did.  I later confirmed that, to some extent she didn't.  I'll talk about her later.

I figured a way to stuff my mother's bra cups with other clothing from her hamper, usually panties and stockings.  Initially, when I first began my exploration into feminine clothing, I did not go into my mother's drawers.  I was too afraid that, if I moved anything, she'd realize someone had been in there.  Shoot!  I was careful enough just returning things to her hamper in as close to the position and order it was in when I removed it  Like I've said, no one needed to tell me that what I was doing was completely and utterly taboo.  A boy who dressed in girls' underwear was a sissy who deserved to be teased unmercifully.  And I couldn't risk that.  I already was teased by my friends because I was kind of pretty.  However, I had something going for me that made teasing me for being pretty difficult.  I was a tremendous athlete.  I was always the fastest kid in my class.  And I could catch a football and a baseball better than anyone.  Everyone wanted me on their team.  So, I may have been pretty, and an easy tease mark because of that, but on the athletic field I shut the bullies up.  In other words, I was a guy on the outside, and always have managed to maintain that public image.  A guy who secretly, whenever he could, dressed up in his mother's sexy underwear.

There was a long void in my life when, after I moved away from home, that I simply could not find a way to dress up as I had enjoyed during my youth.  I never was willing to take the risks associated with being caught.  And until the internet, and the advancement in internet shopping, it was just really, really hard to obtain such clothing.  I've been married twice, and neither of my wives wore such sexy underwear as my mom did.  So, my options were limited.  But, as I tell my story, you'll come to learn how I've reached the point in my life where I am virtually never not wearing at least panties.