Growing up in the 1960s was interesting. I had a mom who looked like one of the astronaut's wives or the actress Dyan Cannon. Big teased hair, lots of hairspray, makeup and short dresses. My mom loved to shop for clothes and always took me along. In those days, a woman could take her 10 year old son into the dressing rooms and I would sit and watch my mother and other mothers take off their clothes and step out of their dresses. I loved watching the many different types of women parading around in their bras and slips right in front of me and my little ten year old erection. Over the years, I got very used to unzipping and zipping up the zippers of my mom and other women who asked for my help. This of course, lead to my lifelong fascination and fetish of slips and bras on women. I would become almost hypnotized if I noticed a woman teacher's slip showing or her blouse opened showing her bra cups' little light blue bow. I found myself whipping out my erect penis and grabbing the shaft with my right hand and whacking off 2 or three times every day. Every morning I would wake up with a hardon until I jerked off in the bathroom, after school the same thing and at night, in bed, under the covers, once more! The best slips were from the late 1960s to the early 1970s...short, colorful, paisly prints, flower patterns, pschedelic and mod! I would become so fascinated by looking at women in their slips, I would masturbate just by seeing Cosmopolitan, Glamour, Seventeen magazines or Sears catalogs. I was hooked! By age 15 I was a jerkoff junkie! Hopefully, we can expand on this theme at a later date?