One day, when I was fourteen, I was wandering around the house, bored out of my mind. I knew I wanted to jack off, but didn't want to do it the same old way. At fourteen, the simple pump 'till you jump wasn't enough anymore.
I started going through old boxes in the basement. I found a slinky dress mom wore until she had me. I considered using the dress to jack, but it just seemed too weird. I pulled open the next box.
When I saw all my baby stuff, I smiled. Mom was so sentimental, she kept all of my old stuff whether I wanted it or not. I think she was so schmaltzy because she couldn't have any more babies.
I sifted through all the clothes, rattles, and accessories, occasionally finding something I remembered from pictures. There was even a pair of plastic pants! I held them up and read the label: 4T. Then I got a silly idea. I grabbed the plastic pants and a bottle and ran upstairs to my room.
I stripped off all my clothes and held up the plastics. I pulled them up one leg. They were really tight, but they fit. I pulled up the other leg and wiggled into them. I had to force my growing boner into them. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I think I looked pretty sexy in translucent plastic pants with a boner bulge.
I turned around and looked at the back. The pants were tight enough to outline my tight fourteen-year-old ass. I grinned at the effect.
I opened my door and peeked down the hall. No one was around. I dashed down the hall to the bathroom in just my plastics and closed the door. Filling up the bottle with warm water, I ran back to my room. I sat on me bed on top of my boner, sucking the bottle and rocking back and forth. But something seemed not quite right.
I peeked down the hall again and ran to my parents bedroom to get some lube. There was my mother, dusting the headboard.
'Hi, Mom!' I said breathlessly as I reached in the drawer for the lube.
'My, my, my!' she said back with an amused smile on her face and a glance at my plastic tent.
I walked back to my room, redder than a Scandinavian with a bad sunburn. I stuck the tip of the lube into the plastics and squeezed nearly the whole thing in. Lifting up the top mattress a bit, I stuck my lube-filled plastic coated boner between the mattress and the box springs and started pumping. The feeling was so real it took me only three thrusts to grunt and come.
Mom and dad gave me an embarrassed lecture on fetishes and why to avoid them. I promised I would use the plastics only occasionally for jacking. After two weeks. I kept my promise.