Not Mom knew all alongEveryone in this story is over eighteen, and nobody is related. My cock is wrapped in some expensive black shiny silky negligee, and I’m stroking it at a blinding pace. My laptop is perched, where else, in my lap, and slides luxuriously on the sheer pantyhose covering my legs. On the screen a plump blonde milf is bent over with her fat ass facing the camera, spreading her cheeks revealing her pantyhose covered ass and pussy. It’s getting close to the good part and I’ve timed my orgasm accordingly. Sure enough, in a singsong voice, my not mother calls out, “I’m home!”. “One sec!”, I replied.I ravenously stroked my cock while slobbering over the fat shiny ass on my computer screen and just when her pussy squirted through the fabric of her pantyhose, I had some squirting of my own.I hastily wiped my cock with beautiful black silk, carefully removed the pantyhose, and bundled it together and stashed it under my couch. I decided I could deal with putting them in the hamper later. I put jogging pants on over a delicate pair of pink satin panties and rushed down to greet not mom.As I neared the bottom of the stairs, I saw my beautiful not mom setting her bags down and removing her coat by the front door. She was impeccably dressed, as at all times. She had a slim form fitting dress that hid most of what she was wearing underneath. At the top you could see black lace showing from the push up bra that was helping expose her ample cleavage, and at the bottom you could just barely make out the darker line at the top of her stockings, suggesting she was wearing thigh high stockings, presumably held up by garters, leaving it a mystery to what extent her underwear went. She was gorgeous, with big hips, big ass, big boobs, and a slender waist that may or may not have been helped by shaping undergarments. You could say she was built like a bass fiddle, if you like the comparison. When she finally got her things arranged by the front door, she flew at me with her arms held wide and crushed me in the most affectionate hugs. Even when she had kicked her heels off, she still towered over me by at least a half a foot, leaving me breathlessly smothered in her wonderful cleavage. It smelled like strawberries and vanilla in there, and the view is a sight to behold. That embrace alone is something so few men could possibly understand, and for a long time, to me, that was just not Mom.She asked me how I was, and made small talk chit chat while she continued to cradle my head to her chest. At one point she was kind of rubbing half tickling my chest and then stopped.”So, did my baby boy jerk it today?””Yes mommy.””More than once?””Mmmn, three times.””Wow, he’s a horny boy. How was it?””Good Mom, great. Felt really good.””What did you use, the new stuff?””Yeah, the black one. It’s really soft and slippery, and it’s stretchy enough I can get it to slide really well across my head.””Mmm, that’s nice. Did you wear anything special?””Yeah, a pair of black sheers. Not one of yours though, a new pair.””Aw honey, you know you can take whatever you want of mine as long as it goes to the laundry eventually.””It’s ok mom, I like to wear regular pantyhose and stuff so if and when I mess them up it’s no big deal. I save your personal stuff for special occasions, like if I want to lick and smell them.””Oh, that’s hot honey. So, are you wearing anything right now? “I pulled the top of my joggers down a few inches to reveal my pink silky underwear covering the head of my hard dick. She reached in and started to stroke me with the pink silk. She asked me what I thought of the panties I wore and I explained that I really enjoyed wearing them. She asked me why so I went into detail. They get me horny because of the way they look, so my dick gets hard, and rubs the silky front. As the fabric tightens, it pulls the thong back up my buttcrack, which makes me even bahis firmaları hornier.For some reason she found that really interesting. I vaguely remember the first odd sensation I ever felt. I don’t remember how old I was, but my not mom and I were at someone’s house for a party. It seems the company not mom started, ran, and made a success of, was going public. This meant a huge influx of cash for her, but it also meant that she would have to answer to a board of directors, instead of being in total control as before. I knew none of this at the time, I just knew there were loud adults there, and not mom was sad.She clung to me and cried a little. Finally she took me into a guest bedroom, where some of the coats were stashed, and she wrapped me in her full length fur coat to let me nap. I didn’t want to let her go but when I felt the soft fur, and the satin interior I calmed down. Her coat smelled like her, and I took it as a sign that all was well.Now I know what it was all about. Not mom was a lingerie model. She was well built all her life, tall but not a pencil thin insect like most women people consider models. When she started, she did shoots for normal mainstream companies, and as good as she made them look, she always noticed this or that she didn’t like about the lingerie she was modeling. She had great taste, and occasionally she was able to interject her ideas to these companies executives and they would in turn make improvements to their products. She never received nor sought credit for any of her innovations, because she just considered them off hand comments, to show these fools she knew their business better than they did. The people who ultimately used her suggestions became quite successful based on her talent alone, and while they never acknowledged her input, they would remember her face as not just another pretty bimbo with nice tits.Eventually not mom realized she could improve on most of what she saw in undergarment fashion, and decided she would see if she had what it took to launch her own line of lingerie. She quickly recognized that it was about feel, not just looks, and it should also be durable and definitely made for real women, in real sizes. She even designed little breakaway snaps so if a really big women got a little carried away adjusting a corset or bustier, she wouldn’t destroy her dearly bought things. Not mom was a natural. Because of her experience, she was able to hire the best people. When her company hit the big time, everyone thought she had it made. But what they didn’t understand was that when the board took the company over, they made her retire from modeling. She could continue to run the company more or less, and she was given the dubious title of design consultant. They gave her a big fat salary but they expected her to fade into the wood work and let the company ride high on its current success. Not not mom. She continued to innovate the industry, creating a software company out of thin air to create design programs to make a parts list for each item being created, so the designer could make any garment any size and a machine could manufacture a prototype instantly. She went on to hire chemists to create new fabrics with different textures and finishes. Her involvement spanned the entire process from start to finish, and the company continued to expand.But she still felt overlooked because she wasn’t able to model anymore. When she had me, her body snapped back so fast, she became legendary. Being a mom and a model was almost unheard of. Now she felt old and unappreciated. To overcome her frustration she pushed harder at work, earned ever increasing riches, and spoiled the fuck out of her not son, me.So naturally with her career, there were always sexy clothes materials, manniquins half dressed propped up, stacks and stacks of magazines and catalogs, rooms after rooms of clothes.Not kaçak iddaa mom was having a contractor come to the house to build closets, for yet more clothes. Her and the upstairs maid Inez, yes we have servants, were moving boxes and boxes of lingerie for days before the room was open to have the work done. I remember going into that room while not mom and the maid went to have lunch, and the bed was covered in silky things. I crawled right up on top of it all, relishing how it all felt on my skin. I fell asleep in there buried in silky underwear. I was in ecstasy. Recently not mom informed me that when she found me buried in all that lush underwear, I was naked and my dick was tenting a pair of panties. Her and the maid had a good laugh at that, although I’m glad I didn’t remember that part. So yeah, I was obsessed with woman’s underwear, more specifically my not moms. When I got older I used to walk around the upper rooms naked whenever nobody was around, and rub my hard little dick on everything I saw. I learned where all the really raunchy stuff was, including not moms day to day stuff. I started masterbating constantly and got bold enough to cum into a few silky things I encountered from time to time. I loved cumming in satin, and I also developed a liking for sheer nylon. I could stretch pantyhose over my cock and jack it until I wildly shot my cum through the fabric. I started to try things on occasionally and thats when my fetish for hose really took off.I figured out not moms laundry hamper would be a great place to pilfer things to jack off with. I shot my cum in her things, they went straight to the laundry, easy peasy right? Then I smelled her panties, and the whole thing blew up. I was not just into moms clothes, I was really into not mom. I loved her smell, her hugs, her voice. I fucking loved watching her body when she moved. I was fucking obsessed. Even though we had top of the line computers and internet for the time, I only occasionally looked at porn. I could think about not mom and get an instant hard on. Imagine her without her outer clothes..,bang! I’m already right near orgasm just like that.I could swipe a pair of panties out of not moms hamper, wear them for the next day, and them jack off with them knowing that my cock would end up smelling just like her pussy. Looking back now, I’ll admit it was getting out of control.I was about t*****. It was early afternoon. Not mom wouldn’t be home for hours and the maid was off in another part of the house, napping probably. I picked out a black sheer crotchless body stocking to wear, and swiped a smelly pair of black satin full back panties out of the hamper. Satisfied that I would be satisfied, I fired up my laptop and found a great momson pov roleplay video I knew I would like. The woman in the video looked a little like my not mom. She was blonde, older and had great big tits. I started getting into it so I put in my earbuds and turned up the volume. I kind of talked along with it, replying to the not mommy in the video, oh yeah mommy that’s good. No mommy I love You more etc. Finally in the video, mommy goes down and takes not son in her mouth. I was getting really close by then, and when sonny came on the screen, I came too. When the lady in the video thanked her not son for his cum, I said, “No, thank you mommy”, and took out my earbuds just in time to hear my not mommys real voice saying, “Your welcome son. Could you please make sure those make it in the hamper?”I was so fucking stunned. I gasped to try and spurt out an apology or something, but before my stunned mind could conceive any coherent thought she was whooshing out of the room, explaining that she called but I must not have heard her with those bugs in my ears! She continued warning me not to listen to.loud and blow out my ear drums, as she went down the hall.I was busted and I knew it, but how much kaçak bahis did she know? Did she hear me calling out while I masterbated? Did she have any clue I lusted after her for as long as I could remember? After my state of shock wore off, I vowed I would make any kind of apology I could think of, quit taking her stuff, and put her out of my mind as a sexual prospect and maybe confine my masterbating to other types of porn, just so I’m not dead.A few days later, her and I spent some us time together. After things settled down, we sat on the couch and started to talk about our little incident. She told me that she knew all along. In a nutshell she asked me why I specifically wore her sexy clothes. I told her it just felt good on my skin. She digested that for a second and then asked if I thought I was a girl. I told her no, then she asked me if I liked boys, and I said hell no. She then wanted to know why, with a pick from everything there, I chose those panties out of the laundry. I told her I loved the fabric, I liked the big back panel, because there was plenty of room to rub myself. But mostly because they smelled like her. That took her a second.We kind of ended in small talk and wandered our separate ways in the house while we let that whole thing sink in. I still jerked it that night but I desperately tried to think about stuff that got me off besides her. I didn’t even have anything to jack off with but a well used crusty pair of pantyhose that could just about stand up by themselves. We didn’t really see eachother much for a day or two but whenever she came home she crushed me with hugs and kisses just like normal. I also found myself enjoying these more and more. I really started to look at her, and the more I tried to avoid it, I found myself falling for her even worse than before. One day soon after, she took me aside and informed me that my habits were ok with her, that she thought my antics were cute. I blushed at this but she went on to say that I was free to explore all her things as long as I didn’t purposely ruin anything, and to make sure it made it to the wash. She said she would like an honest account of how I masterbated and what I liked when I used or wore her clothing. This sounded odd, but she just gave me permission to jack off with her clothes!I was stunned by all this and immediately got sucked into a vortex of kinky sexy clothing. It was about this time I became aware of the nature of not moms work. I explored forever, sometimes losing track of what room I was in. I kept favorite outfits in my closet and kept my promise to have washed anything I came in or wore. When I had to explain the favorites I kept aside to not mom, we had an impromptu dress up session. I was horny the whole time but somehow she totally ignored my hard dick. I picked an outfit for her and she gushed over my good taste. She was in a white silk paneled corset that cinched her waist, white thigh highs and matching garter belt. I purposely picked her panties last so she would have to put them on after she fixed her garters. I don’t know if she grasped the significance of that but she wasn’t stupid. I saw her pussy barely a couple times and my raging hardon never went down. After we were both done dressing and fooling around, we relaxed on the bed and slowly started to caress and stroke eachother. She straddled me and kissed me, but with her tongue! She started slowly grinding her silk clad crotch against mine, and I knew I had to have her. She moaned, hiccuped, and jumped off of me and ran from the room just as I filled my panties with cum.It was so hot. I cleaned up and changed into a fresh outfit. Not mom came back soon and sheepishly explained that it was fun but she didn’t want to get carried away. I knew what she meant but my dick was pitching my new sexy panties already.Soon we had many more dress up sessions together. She played with different fabrics, trying to see what worked to get me off. Sometimes she would wear an item and grind up against me to see if I’d cum. All in all we had a blast, but there’s much more to the story, to be continued.