The story of the guy who got caught wearing his mother's panties brought back memories for me.
I have never quite known when it started, but from a quite early age I developed a taste for masturbating while wearing women's (or girl's) silky underwear or nightdresses.
When I was about 12 or 13, I used to 'borrow' them from my mother or sister. I remember one day I was in a very horny mood and went to bed early to 'play'. I undressed and slipped on a sheer and silky nighty of my sister's. I loved the feelings as it moved on my body and it was not long before I was rubbing it against my very hard cock. I came quickly and just about caught all the cum in a tissue. It was not long, however, before I was horny and hard again (I hadn't taken off the night dress). I'm not sure why, but I decided to get under the bedclothes and turn out the light. I was soon drifting off in horny fantasies and rubbing myself all over with the silky material. I remember I wanted the feeling to last forever and tried to hold off cumming for as long as I could. Of course eventually the inevitable happened, and I came. It was extraordinarily intense and I shook all over. I was so lost that I had forgotten to catch my mess with a tissue. Afterwards, the warm sticky feeling between my skin and the dress was strangely comforting. I quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next thing I remember was the following morning. My mother burst into my room telling me I had overslept and it was time for school. I forgot I was still wearing my sister's nighty and just leaped out of bed in a rush to dress. My mother saw instantly what I was wearing, but she didn't say anything. I think she might even have smiled, but then she just left to let me dress as usual. I was blushing as I went downstairs after showering and dressing, but she said nothing about what had happened and drove my sister and me to school as usual.
That evening, when I got back from school, I didn't see her. It was one of her working days, and one of her friends had run us home. I went to my room to change out of my school uniform. On the bed was one of my mother's long silky nightdresses and on top of it was a note:
Don't worry. I won't tell anyone your secret or even mention it to you again. I know boys of your age go through phases and find these things hard to talk about.
I can understand why you borrowed your sister's dress, but taking something like that without permission is not really right. So you don't have to again, I have given you one of my nightdresses. I hope you like it!
If you ever want to talk to me about these things, I'm always here. But if you don't, I promise I will not tell anyone our little secret or ever mention it again.
I remember blushing intensely as I read the note, but I was quite relieved at its contents. Of course the next thing I did was try on the nighty and it was not long before I was cumming!
Mum and I never did speak about my secret, but she regularly washed that nighty and returned it clean to my room right up to when I left for college. In fact, although I have since got myself my own lingerie, I still have it and still sometimes wear it and think of her.