From real silk to nylon and back again!
Starting early, my mothers underwear really was the real stuff. And because we didn't have rules, as far as i could tell, I'd be around when she dressed sometimes.
Those days she was going out formally, stockings were mandatory and the real thing back then. Sometimes she'd ask me to help unfold a pack, or smooth down or straighten them on her legs. Wasn't as much sexual as useful. But I didn't mind.
She'd be dressing sitting on chair or bed in bra and pants of course.
In later years when I'd started relationships, we've moved strictly to women in nylon and lingerie; although with the odd silk personal items. I'd bought my first real girlfriend a flowing silk nightie; we enjoyed many passionate flings in that with her smoothly encased and me naked and fondling her everywhere.
Then I had another girlfriend with better clothes and she bought silk shirts for me. There wasn't technically much going on, however when the inevitable age caught up with that one patterned shirt, I reduced it to useable pieces and continued to use it for stroking and binding my sac for a little for extra 'pressure'.
As others had recited, the excitement is heightened, and some sensitivity deprivation means longer sessions! It only needs cleaning when I cant catch my cum in time!
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