I don't know if this is the right place to talk about this because it's not directly related to a memory of a sound my mother made... if it's not okay, you can delete it.
But I just remembered something: when I was 14 or 15, I was starting my sex life and I was always horny... My best friend lived next door to me, and we spent most of our time together. One day, she called me and told me to come over quickly because her mother wasn't home. So I walked the 100 meters to her apartment, and when I arrived, she said, "You won't believe what I found on top of my mother's wardrobe!" And then she grabbed a chair, climbed on it, rummaged around blindly with her hand, and showed me a HUGE dildo! We were both shocked and laughing our heads off (with embarrassment)... We started playing with it like two stupid teenagers, then we rubbed the head of it over our panties. I was so turned on imagining his mother stretching her pussy on that huge plastic dick, even though his mother wasn't particularly beautiful, she had the looks and attitude of a woman.
Then, an idea began to take root in my excited teenage mind: what if my mother also had a dildo?!
I developed ninja skills
to rummage through her nightstand and wardrobe. The goal was to examine EVERYTHING without leaving any trace of my presence!
First, I found letters in her nightstand that she had received when she was a young adult. One of them caught my attention because it spoke of a lesbian relationship between her and the letter writer. I remember her describing the memory of a kiss and caresses between them. Huge excitement for me!
Next, I searched the wardrobe. Spoiler alert: I never found any dildos
, but 20 years ago, they were much less common than they are today.BUT, because there's always a "but," I found a tiny black thong in her underwear basket, along with a garter belt. I didn't really care about the garter belt because I didn't know what it was for at the time. But the thong intrigued me a lot. Partly because, back then, I kind of thought it was something a woman wore
I examined it from every angle (well, given how small it was, it was easy to do)... I put it back and couldn't stop thinking about it. A few days later, on another afternoon when my mother was working, I went back to her closet. In the days leading up to it, I'd been asking myself a million questions about why she had it.
That day, I was way too excited and I put the thong on...
I was there, in HER room, on HER bed, wearing HER thong! And since I considered it slutty clothing, well, right then, I was the woman! And I loved that idea. I started masturbating in the thong, pulling the string so it rubbed against my anus. I imagined her pleasuring herself in it, being caressed by her lover, and even him pounding her pussy and ass while she was wearing it! And the terrifying thought of her on all fours, getting fucked and having her sweet MILF pussy filled while wearing that thong I was getting wet in, and without her having been able to wash it before putting it back on, made me cum intensely! I took the thong off and put it back in its place.
I did the same thing several times in a row; I don't know if she noticed...
to rummage through her nightstand and wardrobe. The goal was to examine EVERYTHING without leaving any trace of my presence!
, but 20 years ago, they were much less common than they are today.BUT, because there's always a "but," I found a tiny black thong in her underwear basket, along with a garter belt. I didn't really care about the garter belt because I didn't know what it was for at the time. But the thong intrigued me a lot. Partly because, back then, I kind of thought it was something a woman wore