Panties thing....
My thing with panties started when I was a young teen. Brothers but no sisters. One day I found my mother's little tiger-stripe panties laying on top when I was putting smething in the hamper in our bathroom. We lived in Florida and my mother used to wear these little white cotton short-shorts around the house and bending....to do her gardening. She was very kind and loving - small breasted, slim and pretty - and had a great looking little tight bottom! Yeah, unbeknownst to me - I started a crush on her....although I didn't now what it was at the time. I could only imagine her in those panties - which were obviously for my father's enjoyment. I'd hold her panties and masturbate - but not in them. Teen hormones going crazy....and then feel bad.
Probably not a great idea to put the hamper in the bathroom....I certainly didn't go looking for her cute undies - but they sure did a number on me! It's my wife's panties....and my wife.... which are doing a number on me now!
I'm busting a good nut right now baby
Follow up to my panties thing started by my mother's tiger stripe panties....
I still remember one time when my dad came home from a long trip away - they were kissing in the kitchen when I walked in. He had one of his hands straight down in the back of my mom's little white short-shorts. He was giving her butt cheek a long long squeeze! It was causing her to make female noises into his mouth. I was about 11 or 12.