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Tommy and I were best friends and still are today. Susan, his mom, was like a second mom to me. Whenever I was at his house I could act as if it were my own. Susan is an attractive woman but a little on the heavy side. If she dropped 40 pounds she would look fantastic. She is one of these women that when you look at them you can see a smaller version of them inside. Susan?s? weight problem is mostly concentrated on her lower half. Heavy thighs and a very round bottom, not flabby though. Her shoulders and upper body are petite but she has an ample bust. As a teenager I would often find myself gawking at her boobs. After all, that is what teenagers do, they think about boobs?a lot, at least that?s what I did. This now leads me closer to my panty experience. Susan worked for a supermarket in the cashiers? booth and also was a hair stylist on the side. She had a few regular clients that would come to the house and get their hair done, mostly older ladies. Everyday when she got home from work the first thing she would do is go in her bedroom and get out of her work clothes and put on either a nightgown or what is no longer a popular term, a housecoat. I would wait with anticipation for her to come back out of her room as Tommy and I would be there watching tv or doing homework in the kitchen. More often than not she would have removed her bra as well and on a good day she would wear just a nylon nightgown. It was all about comfort for her and all about seeing her boobs sway back and forth for me. She had one particular nightgown that she wore that drove me nuts. It was knee length, navy blue nylon, with a fairly deep neckline. The edges of the neck, arms and bottom were trimmed in tiny white lace. It was my favorite because it was pretty clingy. I could see her silhouette as she walked around the house. Her nipples were often erect when she wore this and it just drove me batty. Fortunately for me, Susan used to cut my hair for free. No teen ever liked getting his hair cut as much as I did. I?d sit on a chair in the basement and let her work away on me while I admired the view of her boobs inches away from my face. The occasional tit brushing against my arm was enough to make me lose my load in my pants. One particular time she cut my hair however my eyes began to fixate on something other than her upper half. She was wearing my favorite blue nightgown and as I watched her move around me clipping away at my hair I could see her panty lines. The way her gown draped against her body made it easy to see the complete outline of her panty. I could see the elastic band form around her waistline and gently cut into her thighs at the legs. Mesmerized by the view, my eyes fixated on areas where I saw the fabric of her panties wrinkled or bunched up in certain areas. It became obvious to me that the panties were just a little too big for her. The elastic bands clung tightly while the body of fabric floated freely against her. I could feel myself getting hard so I tried to stop looking at her. My eyes roamed around the room as I tried to distract myself. I recall seeing the dartboard on the wall, the ugly green indoor outdoor carpeting and the washer and dryer. Like a bad ?B? movie plot, the panties refused to get out of my thoughts because ironically, no more than three feet away from me on the counter next to the dryer sat piles of freshly folded laundry. Right at eye level from me on the front edge of the counter were two piles of Susan?s panties and bras. The panties were nylon and mostly all pastel colors; pink, blue, a bluish green and the standard white and beige. The bras were all white. I kept trying not to look at them but it was difficult. I wanted to just reach out and grab them. Fortunately for me Susan finished cutting my hair before I got too big of a hard on. I got up and took off the smock she had put around me. Susan grabbed the broom and started to sweep up the hair on the floor when the phone rang. I said that I would sweep and took the broom. She left the room and I instantly reached over and caressed the top pair of panties on the pile. They felt amazingly smooth and silky. My heart was pounding out of my chest for fear of getting caught. I could hear her on the phone upstairs so I picked up a pair and held them up so that I could admire them. They were big, but man they were silky. This particular pair was pink and had lace at the on the sides near the legs (these are now one of my favorite brands, Vanity Fair). I heard her hang up the phone so I quickly folded them back up and placed them back on the pile. I was hooked. That haircut changed my future. Since then I have been obsessed with panties. It has also created a wonderful secret world of exploring and exposing my ?feminine side?. What I didn?t know that day was how much Susan would play a role in my secret life.
Title: Friends Mom
I was a typical teen with raging hormones I guess. I can remember frantically scouring through my mothers magazines for a Maidenform or Warner?s ad, inspiring me to go pleasure myself to the image of an almost naked woman. Or of course who could forget the all important Sears catalog. Surprisingly, it would be the underwear that would be more inspiring for me. My life changed when I was 17. I let curiosity get the best of me and the effects of that moment are still with me today 23 years later. Of course I?m referring to my first experience with panties. For me the source came in the form of my best friends? moms panties.
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