Author's Warning: This is a story about a man who willingly becomes a sexual submissive and a sissy over a period of years. His mother, his wife, his brother in law, and eventually his daughter (as well as others) play a part in his life. If you don't like stories that deal with female domination, submissive men or sissy men, then stop reading now.
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There is nothing that sexually excites and arouses me more than panties. The honest truth is that I love looking at them, touching them, sniffing them, and yes – wearing them, too. I'm fortunate enough to have met and married a woman who understands my attraction to panties, and I'm grateful for the fact that she is perfectly okay with my fetish and fully participates in my submission and sissifcation, as well.
Looking back, I guess I have my mother and older sister to thank for my panty fetish. When I was growing up, they routinely traipsed around the house dressed in just their bra and panties, or in a t-shirt and panties. Even as I got to be a teenager, they continued to run around half naked in front of me, and while I'm sure they thought nothing of it, seeing them in their underwear everyday unleashed a huge surge of hormones raging through my body, and forced me into seemingly endless masturbation sessions as I thought about, held, and sniffed my mother and sister's worn panties.
As an example, I can remember sitting in our living room watching TV with my sister while she sat on the couch cross-legged, or sometimes with her legs lying wide open. I'd frequently have the opportunity to sit and stare at her panties stretched tightly across her pussy for hours at a time. There were times I sat silently with an erection the size of a baseball bat in my pants as I looked at her panty covered crotch, easily making out the sparse pubic hair that covered my sister's mound. When I was lucky, I'd be able to make out the slit between her pussy lips or catch her with her panties creased up between them. Of course, my mother caught me looking at her more than once, but, she never mentioned it and my sister's habits and behavior around me never changed.
I'm almost ashamed to admit I would investigate my sister's hamper daily for her worn panties. Sometimes, I'd be rewarded with a pair that was still moist with her natural juices, but almost without fail, every day there was a new pair of panties waiting for me to swipe long enough for a good jerk off session.
My mother was less obvious than my sister during those days, but she definitely enabled me more. When she got home from work each day, I'd usually meet her at the front door and carry her stuff inside for her. Then, I'd strike up a conversation asking her a question, or asking about her day, or I'd tell her what I did at school.... anything at all just so I could have a reason to follow her into her room where I knew she would eventually undress out of her work clothes. She never ran me out of there while she changed, and we'd talk nonchalantly as she undressed down to her bra and panties while I sat on her bed and watched in rapt fascination as she unknowingly brought me to a fever pitch. Then, when it was over, I'd run back to my bedroom, lock my door and stroke my aching cock over what I'd just seen.
Now, I realize that mothers and sisters around the world most likely do the same thing in their own homes, and the males they live with probably don't give it a second thought. But, that wasn't the way it was for me. I'm sure neither my mother, or my sister, was trying to intentionally excite or arouse me, but, that's exactly what happened. I didn't ask them to do those things, but, I wasn't going to complain and I wasn't going to pass up these chances, either. I'd always be eager to spend time with Mom as soon as she got home, or hang out with my sister to get a guaranteed peek between her legs.
When I was seventeen, my sister had just finished college and moved out to Los Angeles with one of her college friends to find an apartment and look for a job in the entertainment industry. Her old bedroom was bigger than mine, so once she left, Mom told me I could take over my sister's bedroom. As I was moving the furniture around, I discovered that my sister had left some of her clothes behind, including a drawer full of her old lingerie – bras, panties, camisoles – a ton of things that were soft and silky – all abandoned and left behind.
I could go into a long drawn out explanation of why and how I came to put on my first pair of panties, but I won't. The bottom line is that the temptation of having them there in my room was just too much, and once I put that first pair on, I was hooked. My cock immediately swelled to epic proportions, my heart started to pound in my chest and the snug feeling of the soft material against my skin was overpowering and unyielding.
I started out just wearing my sister's panties when I went to bed each night. There's no way I can adequately describe the feeling I got when I pulled my sister's silky panties up my legs and crawled into bed. It seemed like every nerve ending in my body became super sensitive and I came alive in a way I'd never experienced before, and even though I knew what I was doing wasn't normal for a boy, the feeling I got wearing her panties made me look forward to it night after night. Wrong or right, it made me feel incredible and as far as I was concerned, that was enough justification for me.
After a couple of weeks, I got so confident wearing her panties, I progressed to where I would put them on under my normal clothes as soon as I got home from school, and wear them as long as I could; usually all through the night until I got up the next morning. There were times I'd walk around with a perpetual hard-on inside her silky panties, and I was as happy as I could be about the way I felt.
The only exception to my story, so far, relates to a certain pair of panties I simply refused to wear. It's not because they were worn out, or stretched, or the wrong size..... it was because they were ultra feminine and incredibly girly. This specific pair of panties was bright pink and had rows of tiny ruffles across the butt and in the front, too. For weeks, I avoided these panties in a desperate attempt to convince myself I wasn't actually trying to dress like a girl. And surely, if I'd put them on, the frilly ruffles might work some magic spell on me and I'd wake up the next morning as a female. I sure as hell didn't want that.
In the end, I couldn't avoid those panties any longer until one day, I pulled the pink panties out and stepped into them. What I discovered is that they fit me perfectly. They weren't too tight or too loose – they were absolutely perfect. The color and the ruffles made me feel a little self-conscious, but as I looked at myself in the mirror, any uneasiness I had was quickly erased and replaced with a strange new level of excitement..... a feeling that transcended my normal level of arousal. The way I looked and the way those panties made me feel simply took my breath away. And as I stood there, red faced, looking at myself and experiencing that feeling, I made a silent vow that I'd find a way to obtain more pairs of lacy, frilly feminine panties. I wasn't sure how I'd do it, but, I knew I would. I had to.
I had my eighteenth birthday a week before I graduated from high school. With my sister being gone and just Mom and me at home, I'd gotten into the habit of checking my mother's hamper once or twice a day for her worn panties, and she never disappointed me. I was always gratified to find a choice pair of Mom's panties, usually with a very pleasant aroma to fill my senses as I stroked my cock.
All through the summer, I'd wait until Mom left for work early in the morning, and then I'd raid her hamper looking for panties. Sometimes, I'd take two pairs; one pair to wear and one pair to sniff. I'd lie on her bed and play with myself as I inhaled her motherly scent and masturbated myself until I exploded and spewed cum all over my chest. It was great having constant access to her room and to her panties, and I took advantage of it daily, believe me.
Everything was going good for me as that summer wore on. I was wearing my sister's panties full time, and jerking my cock five or six times a day as I held Mom's panties to my face. I had everything I needed and life was perfect...... that is, until that fateful Saturday morning when my mother cornered me in the kitchen after breakfast, saying she wanted to talk to me about something.
Thankfully, Mom was kind and gentle in the way she approached our conversation, urging me first to sit down at the kitchen table with her before we had our little talk. I can still remember the loving smile on her face as she looked over at me across the table. I vividly recall her telling me that she loved me and that she wasn't mad at me for anything. Then after a short pause, she just came straight out and said it.
"Jason," my Mother began, "I know you've been wearing your sister's panties and I know you've been going through my hamper, I suspect, looking for my panties."
I was frozen solid, unable to say a word – fearing she would unleash holy hell on me if I admitted to the truth.
"Look," Mom said as she leaned over the table and patted my arm, "I'm not going to judge you or criticize you. If your father was still alive, maybe he'd be having this conversation with you, but, he's not here. You're an adult now, Jason, and I'm not about to lecture you about the choices you make. But, I think this is something we should talk about. Is that okay with you?"
I could feel my face turn red and my cheeks becoming warm with embarrassment as we looked at each other. I thought about trying to defend myself, or even trying to dispute what she was saying, but as I sat there, I realized neither of those were really an option.
"How did you know?" I finally answered, after we sat there in silence for a minute.
"You're my son, Jason." Mom answered. "And despite what you might think, I'm not anywhere close to being blind or stupid. All that time, you probably thought you were being so clever..... staring at your sister and me when we were in our underwear, but, I think it's fair to say I've always been aware of your attention. However," Mom continued, "it was just recently that I realized you were wearing your big sister's panties."
I tried to say something, but it felt like my mouth was filled with cotton. My throat was dry and I couldn't utter a word. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say, especially given the fact that she had already figured everything out. But, just as I was about to apologize and try to beg my way out of the mess I was in, she began speaking again.
"I was young once." Mom said to me softly. "And I had boyfriends back then, you know. So, believe it or not, I can understand the urges a young man of your age might be experiencing."
"I guess it's a natural thing," Mom went on to say, "that you would be curious about the female body and maybe even attracted to the females around you...... I can understand that. I'm confused about why you'd be wearing panties, though. Can we start there?"
I couldn't look her in the eyes. I know I should have been grateful for the graciousness she'd shown me up to now, but, I couldn't bring myself to look up at her.
"Mom," I replied, staring down at the table in front of me, "it's complicated and embarrassing. But, I'm sorry for taking your panties. I promise it won't happen again."
"Well," mother answered, "to be honest, I'm fairly sure I know exactly why you've been taking my panties and what you've been doing with them. And, just so we're clear on that, I'm not mad or upset with you for taking them. As I said, I think boys have a natural curiosity about those things and I'd much rather you satisfy that curiosity in a safe way, at home, instead of doing something that might get you in trouble."
Mom's answer took me by surprise. In a way, what I heard her say was that she knew I was taking her panties to use when I jerked my cock, and she was okay with it! Even the tone in her voice as she spoke was kind and understanding, and when I lifted my head to look up at her, she gave me a slight smile and nodded her head as if to confirm she really said what I thought she said.
