As I pulled in to the driveway, I was already hard, because I knew what I was going to do when I got in, to where I lived with my mother. She was working, and would be working for another couple of hours, at least. She never came home before five o'clock, no matter what, so if I put away all her silkies by four-thirty, well, you see what I mean. It may have started with her panties, and her panties, my mother's panties, were always the sexiest, the most beautiful, but she also had pretty silk bras, which felt so empty against my eighteen year-old chest, and made me wish I was beautiful like my mother, and had big beautiful breasts, like she did. She really filled out her bras, but on me they were flat panels of silk. She also wore thick satiny slips, which came down to my knees. They were all on spaghetti straps, and all with lace trimming on the hems. I also discovered something of a secret about my mother. She didn't wear pantyhose like other professional women did. She went out of her way to wear stockings, with garter belts. Every day, at this time, I would have a secret sexual adventure, and dress up in my mother's silkies. First I would put on the pair of panties that looked best to me, then the silk stockings, then the garter belt, trying to hook the stockings with the light touch of a woman. Then the silk bra, hooking it very daintily in the front--as she only wore bras that hooked in the front--and then finally reaching my arms up in the air, and letting her satiny slip fall down my arms, and down my body, until the spaghetti straps fell against my shoulder, the lace of the hem rubbing against my knees, and the satin rubbing against my rock-hard erection. Those were such special times that I spent with my mother's underwear. I had no idea that they were about to lead to something more than I expected. Something I didn't even know I wanted...

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