Fetish For Moms And Sisters Bras

Fetish for Mom's & Sister's Bras

Something that I never knew but know now, my son, David, has a fetish for my bras and for his sister's bras, too.

Having never heard of someone with a bra fetish, as soon as I found out that he had a fetish for brassieres, unable to understand it, I tried to make sense of it. Then, going with the flow, while having a little fun, I decided to use his fetish against him. Driving him crazy, my daughter, Jennifer, and I decided to tease him by flashing him our bras while we were wearing them.

After telling Jen about David's bra fetish, we exclusively wore our low-cut blouses that had plunging necklines to flash him our bras. With him only needing to see our bra straps to become sexually excited, he continually stared down our tops at our sexy, colorful bras while undressing us and removing our blouses with his eyes. When we weren't wearing our low-cut blouses, we wore our crop tops that showed him even more of the underside of our bra cups. Perhaps, something that we can arrange, he'd love to see us in our bras.

We did all that we could to tease him without removing our blouses and walking around him in our bras. We continued flashing him down blouse and up blouse views of our bras. Deliberately flashing him our bras, we leaned at the waist in front of him, so that he could see our bras down our blouses. While cleaning the bathtub, with him standing in the bathroom doorway while talking to us and watching us clean, we bent at the waist and leaned to the side so that he could see our bras up our crop tops.

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Some men have a fetish for feet. Some men love women with big asses. Some men love short and petite women. Some men love tall women. Some men love obese women. Some men prefer small breasted women. Some men love busty women.

Some men have a thing for touching, feeling, sniffing, licking, sleeping with, masturbating over, and wearing women's panties. Again, something that I never heard of before, my son has a bra fetish. He has a thing for bras.

Seemingly, he loves bras as much as he loves tits. Actually, I suspect that he loves bras more than he loves naked breasts. Clearly, with him always complimenting us and telling us how beautiful and sexy we are, my son prefers short, blonde, petite women with big tits wearing big bras.

After searching his room, not surprised, I found a collection of bras hidden in his closet, under his pillow, and beneath his mattress. After regularly finding our bras out of place in our lingerie drawers, we knew that he's touched, felt, and fondled our bras. Something that wouldn't surprise me, I suspected that whenever we're not home, perhaps, he's even tried on and has worn our bras.

Again, something that he loves to do, and that I didn't know that he does, after looking more closely at our bras in the laundry bin, and bras in our lingerie drawers, I was shocked to discover that he had masturbated in our bra cups. Something that must have excited him, we've worn bras that he's ejaculated his cum in our bra cups. No doubt, he must get off on knowing that the bras that we wear have his dried cum against our nipples.

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My name is Amie and I'm forty-five-years-old. I'm a divorced, single mother of two children, a twenty-one-year-old daughter named Jennifer, and a nineteen-year-old son named David. Unashamed and unembarrassed to admit, something that started after my husband left me for another woman, with me feeling sad, lonely, and frustrated, I've been having an incestuous affair with my daughter. I didn't plan for it to happen, it just did.

Considered very attractive, I'm 5' 3" tall, with blonde, shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, have 36 double D, cup breasts, and a firm and shapely ass. I'm 5' 6" tall when I wear my high heels. My best features, albeit four things that give me lots of unwanted attention from men, I love my blonde hair, my blue eyes, my big tits, and my shapely ass.

Why my husband dumped me for a whore more than half his age, his daughter's age, is a mystery to me? Yet, I'll never understand why men do some of the things that they do. Men are pigs. Going from one woman to another woman, they use women for sex and abuse them with their perversions.

My daughter, Jennifer, is beautiful. Shorter than me, she's 5' tall, has long, blonde hair with blue eyes, 38 double D cup breasts, and a tight, little ass. When she' ready to marry and start a family, she'll have no problem finding the right man. There are plenty of men who fantasize having a woman on their arm who looks like her. Interestingly enough, taller men go for shorter women. It's not unusual to see a 6' 5" man with a 5' woman.

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My son, David, is 5' 11" tall. He plays hockey, and has an athletic build. He has brown, short hair and brown eyes. With him growing into a better looking man than his father, he's very handsome. He is nineteen-years-old.

At the age where he's filled with excess testosterone, he's always walking around the house with erections. Judging his big dick by the huge bulge that tents his pajama bottoms, I dare say that he has a much bigger and harder cock than his father. I'm surprised my son didn't hook up with my daughter's best friend. Yet, with her a bit flat chested with only having A cup breasts, she seldom wears or even needs to wear a bra. After finding out about David's bra fetish, he'd never be with a woman who doesn't wear a bra.

Now that I know that he has a thing for our bras, that titillating fact arouses me. He not only loves his mother and his sister but also, he loves our bras, too. Only, he loves us not as a son and brother should love his mother and sister. He loves us as a man loves and wants to have sex with women. I suspect that he not only wants to see us in our bras but also that he'd want to have sex with us, too.

Believe it or not, something as easy as that, all that he needs to see to get his motor running and to get and maintain a huge erection is to see our bra straps. We both have blouses that leave an opened space between the buttons and that expose our bra cups. Again, as if undressing us with his eyes, by removing our blouses, he stares at all that he can see of our exposed bra cups.

Had I not been having an affair with my daughter, I'd be disturbed to find out that my son is not only sexually attracted to me but also, he's attracted to his sister, too. Now that I know that bras are his perversely perverted peccadillos, and after telling Jennifer about David's fetish, we love deliberately flashing him our bras. With him hanging around the house in his pajama bottoms without wearing underwear beneath them, right on cue, as soon as he sees any part of our bras, he develops an erection.

In the way that I'm having illicit sex with my daughter and she's having forbidden sex with me, I'd love to have incestuous sex with my son. I'd love to watch him having sex with his sister. I know that Jen would love to have sex with her brother. My daughter would love to watch him having sex with me. After having lesbian sex with Jennifer, our sexual fantasy is to have threesome sex with David.

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My story started when my forty-eight-year-old husband of more than twenty-years left me for my daughter's twenty-one-year-old best friend, Cindy. My forbidden affair started with my daughter innocently enough when I invited her to sleep in my bed. I was heartbroken that my husband left me, and Jennifer was inconsolable that her best, childhood friend caused me to have a failed marriage, and us to have a broken home.

With me missing my husband and my daughter missing her best friend, we comforted one another. While sleeping together every night, finally able to sleep, we held, hugged, and spooned each other. Then, one night, when we were both as sexually aroused as we were horny, she touched and felt me through my nightgown in my sleep. Thinking that I was sleeping, I couldn't believe that my daughter touched and felt me.

Sexually arousing me, she felt and fondled my breasts while fingering my erect nipples. With my nightgown bunched around my waist, she fondled my naked ass, too. Making me wet, she even fingered the back of my pussy. Then, when I turned to spoon her, I felt and fondled her breasts through her nightgown. I fingered her erect nipples. Then, as she did to me, I fingered her pussy from behind in her sleep.

Only, we weren't sleeping. We were wide awake. We turned to face each other, something I never expected we do, we kissed. I kissed her on her lips and she kissed me on my lips.

Something that we had never done before, the first time kissing my daughter on her lips and the first time that she kissed me on my lips, we kissed in a sexual way. With our touches and kisses making us aroused, I parted Jen's lips with my tongue and French kissed her. Immediately, she returned my French kiss with her long, wet kiss.

From there, I touched, felt, and fondled my daughter everywhere that a mother should never touch, feel, and fondle her daughter. Reciprocating my advances, Jennifer returned my touches, feels, and fondles everywhere that a daughter should never touch, feel, and fondle her mother. An unexpected pleasure that later helped us both to sleep and get a good night's rest, the innocence of our consoling and comforting one another turned to sex.

Something that I imagined, I envisioned having sex with my son whenever I masturbated myself with my vibrator and/or dildo. I never thought that I'd be having sex with a woman, specifically with my daughter. Once we started, it was hard to stop. She knew where and how to touch and feel me. Impatient for us to cum so that we will blow him, a man doesn't have a clue how to pleasure a woman. We continued having sex.

Sex with my daughter allowed me to forget my bastard of a cheating husband. Sex with her mother allowed her to forget her best friend betraying her by sleeping with her dad. No longer feeling sad, lonely, depressed, and/or frustrated, we had sex. How could something that felt so good be so wrong, I continued having sex with my daughter and she continued having sex with me.

While making out with one another, Jennifer fingered my pussy while fondling my breasts, fingering my nipples, and sucking my nipples. I fingered her pussy while fondling her breasts, fingering her nipples, and sucking her nipples. She masturbated me and I masturbated her. Then, something I never thought that I'd have with a woman, we had oral sex. Making myself comfortable between her shapely thighs, I fingered and licked her pussy. She was so wet.

Giving her orgasms with my fingers and my tongue, every night, I continued fingering her and licking her pussy. Returning the favor of me masturbating and eating her, Jennifer masturbated and ate me. Having illicit sex with one another was how we unburdened our grief. Instead of feeling guilty having sex, we felt good. We were happy. Never have I had such great sex until I had sex with my daughter. Never have I slept as soundly as I was sleeping now.

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Not inviting my son to sleep with me in my bed, he didn't seem to be as upset over the loss of his father as we were. Besides, with him always locked in his room playing video games and masturbating, nothing seemed to change with him. He seemed happy to continue in his routine. He never had much of a relationship with his father, and he wasn't remotely interested in Jen's best friend in the way that he was sexually interested in his mother's and his sister's bras.

Not having to be psychic, I always knew whenever he was playing with himself. Every time he masturbated, stroking his cock faster and harder, no doubt, unaware that he was doing so, he rattled the windows and the dishes in the China cabinet downstairs. When I was upstairs in the hall, while listening at his bedroom door, with him playing with himself over me and/or over his sister, I could hear him cumming.

"Mom. Oh, mom. I love your bras. I love Jennifer's bras, too," he said. "I'd love to have sex with the both of you. I'd love you both to blow me. I loved you both to suck my cock. While holding your bras in my hands, I'd love to cum in both of your mouths. I'd love to watch you swallow my cum."

Daring myself to burst open his bedroom door without knocking, I wondered if he was holding our bras and cumming in our bra cups while jerking himself off. Only, not wanting to invade his privacy, I didn't dare enter his bedroom unannounced. In the way that he's respected my privacy by not barging in my bedroom when I'm in bed with his sister, I respected his privacy.

Perhaps, he thought, and I wondered, with his father gone and him alone with us, that this may be his opportunity to have sex with me, with his sister, or with the both of us. Something unbeknownst to him, something that Jennifer and I discussed, and fantasized over doing, easy for us to do, we had fun thinking about and talking about sexually seducing David, and having threesome sex with him. Nothing more than a fantasy, we no longer seriously considered seducing him, that is, until I discovered his fetish for our bras as revealed to me by my friend.

After already having sex with my daughter, how hot would that be to have sex with my son, too? With Jennifer already having sex with her mother, how hot would that be to have sex with her brother? With us both on the same page, it aroused the both of us to imagine having an orgy of threesome sex. Loving cocks as much as we discovered how much we loved pussies, we both would love to fuck and suck David.

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It all started one day out of the blue, I received a call from a dear friend who I haven't spoken to in a while. She worked as the manager for a Victoria Secrets store at the mall. What she told me shocked me. What she told me enflamed my sexual fantasy of having a threesome sex with my son and my daughter. No longer imagining having sex with David, what she told me made me realize my fantasy of having sex with my son could become my reality.

"Amie. Hi. This is Carol. I haven't spoken to you in a while. How are you," she asked?

I let out a sad, little laugh.

"Everything is fine other than my husband left me for my daughter's twenty-one-year-old whore of a best friend," I said.

Suddenly, I felt as if I was going to burst out in tears but holding it back, I didn't.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said.

She paused.

"Not wanting to dump more on your plate but I'm calling you for a reason," she said.

Carol sighed heavily. I perked up to listen.

"What reason is that," I asked?

I heard her exhale a big breath of courage over the phone.

"Forgive me for asking something that may be too personal of me to ask but is David a crossdresser," she asked?

I laughed?

"What? David? My son? A crossdresser," I said laughing again? "No. Not that I know," I said with another laugh. "Why are you asking? Do you know something that I don't know?"

Carol's voice quivered with nervousness.

"He was in the store today, again. Actually, he's in the store a lot. He enjoys touching and feeling the bras in the women's lingerie section. Yesterday, he took a few bras into the dressing room. Not sure why he did that or what he did with them, unless he was masturbating himself over them," she said with a little laugh.

She paused to hear my reply. Shocked, I remained silent and allowed her to continue.

"Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I imagined that he was trying them on and wearing them in the dressing room," she said. "We've had men, crossdressing men, taking women's lingerie in the dressing rooms before."

As if a lightning bolt hit me, I smiled with interest.

"Thank you for telling me, Carol," I said.

Now, not knowing that he had a bra fetish before, everything made sense. Anytime he saw our bras, he had an erection.

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After I told my daughter what my friend told me, we came up with a plan. I instructed Jennifer to gather all of her bras from her lingerie drawer and lay them out on my bed. I did the same with my bras.

Then, with the both of us as aroused as we were filled with anticipation of teasing David and possibly having sex with him, we removed our blouses. We were in my bedroom wearing our lowest cut, sheerest, and sexiest bras, and our short skirts. Then, I called out to my son.

"David," I said. "Come to my bedroom, please. I need your help."

As soon as he opened my bedroom door, and saw me and his sister in our bras, and with him not wearing underwear beneath his pajama bottoms, immediately, his cock tented them. Then, when he saw the dozens of our bras all over my bed, his eyes bugged out of his head and his mouth fell open. I've never seen him as excited as he is now.

As if he was in a whorehouse or left alone in a bra factory, he stared at the bras on my bed as if he was staring at naked women. He looked from me to look at his sister. Unable to remove his eyes from us, he stared at me in my bra before staring at his sister in her bra. The first time seeing us in our sexy bras, he continued staring at us as if he was trying to remember every detail of our bras.

"As you can see, David, we have a lot of bras. Some of these bras we never wear," I said.

I touched them, felt them, and lifted up several of the bras while his eyes bugged out of his head.

"We need a man's opinion. Would you be a dear and tell us which bras that you like and which bras that you don't like? We'd like to get rid of the bras that we don't wear and buy more of the bras that we do wear," I said.

I watched David stare at the huge collection of bras. Seeming to know which bras were which, he stared at my bras before staring at his sister's bras. A real bra connoisseur, I could tell which ones he liked and which ones that he didn't like. He stared longer at the bras that he liked. The bras that he didn't like, other than giving them a quick glance, he hardly looked at them.

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"Something that you may not know, based on their construction, there are only four categories of bras. There are padded, non-padded, wired, and unwired bras. Just as wired bras could be padded or unpadded, unwired bras could be padded or unpadded, too," I said to my son.

I handed him each type of bra, padded, non-padded, wired, and unwired bra. While staring at them as if he was about to cum, he accepted all four bras and held them in his hands. Then, unable to stop himself from feeling them and fondling them, he felt each one while fondling them and staring down at them in his hands. Clearly, not a crossdresser, my son had a bra fetish.

"Now that you know the four categories of bras, which bra do you like best, the padded bra, the unpadded bra, the wired, or the not wired bras, David," I asked?

I feigned my innocence that I didn't have an ulterior motive in calling him in my room when my daughter and I were in our bras, and with bras piled on my bed. I looked up at him and smiled. When he wasn't staring at me in my bra, he stared at his sister in her bra. When he wasn't staring at us in our bras, he stared at the huge pile of bras amassed on my bed.

As if he was holding something valuable, David held our bras in his hands. While staring down at them, he continued feeling them and fondling them. His big dick never softened in its erection. Then, he held up the brassiere that he liked the best and the one that felt better in his hands than the other three bras.

"This one," he said. "Which one is this," asked and holding it up as if it was a trophy?

I smiled at my son.

"That's a non-padded bra. That's the bra that I like the best, and the bra that I'm wearing now," I said.

I looked down at my bra before looking up and smiling at my son.

Jennifer looked down at her bra before looking up at her brother and smiling. She turned more to face her brother before turning one way and before turning the other way. As if she was modeling her bra for him, she gave him a good, long look of her in her sexy brassiere.