Further Exploration Of Mom?s Personal Stuff

I have previously explored her nightstand, linen closet, and pantie drawer. These areas gave me so many erections and orgasms, it was like I had become addicted to touching and feeling everything of hers.

I was getting hard as hell on the bus coming home from school. I knew what my target was and just thinking about what I was going to do gave me a certified rock-hard penis. (Remember; Aunt Becky taught me to use the proper names for boy and girl parts.)

Today’s target was the top drawer of her dresser. I had scoped it out a bit during my last adventure but was way too excited by her panties I had to rush to finish myself in the bathroom.

Today I decided to be naked as I had to disappear my soiled sweatpants from the adventure.

I slowly opened the wide top drawer almost reverently. My eyes were treated to four rows of bras, each one folded with one cup in the other and all the straps underneath thus presenting about 20 pointed delightful items. An old shoebox full of stockings and garters, and a white plastic case, that I would later find out was her latex diaphragm. There were also and a row of girdles, in white, beige, and black, and even a corset. I could identify these because I was a big fan of the Sears big book, and I would masturbate while looking at the lingerie pages frequently. Since she and my dad were big into Ballroom dancing there was a multitude of colors and styles.

The Pink satin one drew my hand to it. It was cool to the touch. The green lace one next to it felt a bit scratchy. The powder blue one was a combination of both satin and lace. I decided that it needed more investigation, so I picked it up, carefully noting how it was folded. My heart was hammering so hard in my chest I could feel it pulsating in my ears and my penis was throbbing up and down as well.

I unfolded it and held both cups in my hand. There were stiff areas at the bottom of the cups and all the straps hung down. I spotted a tag on the wide back strap. It read Vanity Fair 36-B. There were 4 metal hooks and eyes.

Speaking of eyes, I looked beyond my hands and noticed the full mirror.

It was like I was drawn by an unknown force, after a bit of fumbling around I figured out the shoulder straps and slid them up my arms. I reached around to hold the back straps together after I figured out that there was no chance of me hooking the back.

I turned sideways to the mirror. I admired myself, and it was lucky for me, as I auto ejaculated for the second time in my life.

I had fully intended to explore her hosiery and more but now I had to clean up the floor and make sure I placed the bra in the drawer the exact way I found it.

I had never heard the word “crossdressing” or had anyone explain it to me. It just happened. I felt very guilty and I was going to have to ask Aunt Becky about what happened.