Loading...It was in 1967 that I originally developed a life long affinity for silk. This was due in part to two people that my affinity was preserved for the rest of my life. I’m not sure why, but the love and appeal for the feel of it is ingrained within me now.
As a kid I got replacement blankies when I had to go to my grandmas for an overnight stay. My real blanket, a soft cotton blend, had a three inch lace trim around the perimeter. I fiddled with that when I was young for as long as I can remember. Once I was a little older I was weaned away from it forever, so I thought.
But when I went to Grandma’s, she’d happily pull a half or full length slip out and let me feel one and eventually I’d suck my thumb and wiggle my fingers through one of them. Hence, I was a happy, happy boy since I had a replacement blankie. I’d look at her and smile forever.
Of course I grew up but my passion for slips never would. In truth before I really grew up, I snuck into my mom’s room since she wore them too, got in her dresser drawers, and pulled one or two out. I’d sit on her bed and play with them forever until I was caught.
She’d laugh, go get my old blanket, and say “You can have this back; it’s better for you.” She smiled and put hers away. There I sat on her bed with my blankie, and when she walked out, I’d pull one or two slips out again, and go sit on my own bed rubbing it all over my face and arms.
No I am not gay. I simply developed a passion for silk, especially silk slips. For the most part I thought those days were long gone. Times change and most people do too. I grew up and started dating girls. Girls usually didn’t wear slips back then, unless it was a big formal affair.
In high school, I was a premier football player. Besides that, I was a goal oriented person. Additionally, I was very upbeat and an amicable guy. I liked all sorts of people and I was well liked by them too. My girlfriend’s mom loved those qualities in me
My girlfriend, Lisa Parker and her twin brother James were my closest friends. In addition to that, their mom Mary Parker and her husband welcomed me into their home more then any other human being other then Lisa’s friends, but I believe I was liked a lot more then anyone else. Mrs. Parker was always on display; she was one who wore her silk belongings. It was evident, but she was a class act too we always thought.
Mary Parker always let it be known she ‘liked’ me a lot. When I stopped in, I got a Kings welcome. I always received hugs from her. Lisa never thought it was strange. It was Mrs. Parker’s style. She was a unique woman. I began to understand her over the course of a few years. In those years, we developed a very special relationship. The relationship was a unique one.
Mary Parker was a woman who was liked by everyone she came in touch with. She was a lively, vivacious, warm, and loving human being. She was a woman beyond our time back then because of things people wouldn’t ever think of doing. However it’s because she also lived a double life which for the majority didn’t exist as it does to day.
As exciting and as ahead of her time as she was, Mary Parker was conservative publicly. As I mentioned, she lived somewhat of a double life. Mary delved into a subculture if you will of what was considered erotic pleasure.
Without the internet, she sought out the subculture she was intrigued by. She had a distinct passion for loving and more specifically, lust filled relationships and these weren’t with grown men her age.
I don’t know if her husband Gil fit into the picture at all, but I doubted it. I learned later on in life, after marrying Lisa, her daughter, about the subculture she was involved with. Never in a million years would I have thought she participated in anything like that.
Let me tell you this. Mary Parker loved young men. She craved and desired the presence and sexual interaction with a young man. I happened to be her idea of an ideal young man. Once she was ready for me, I was her prey. Actually I became a willing prey for 7 wonderful erotic and sex filled years. Why and how was because she loved her silk undergarments and guess what, I did too. I still did years later.
How did she know I loved them? Because I accidentally let on that I loved them. I told her the deep secrets of my past. She fell in love with the fact that I did also. Back then it was still customary to wear longer dresses with silk slips underneath and they made a woman feel like a woman during that period of time.
Mary invited me over one day after football. It was supposed to be a tow-a-day. Lisa and James were out of town visiting campuses for two days with Mr. Parker. I was going the following week to do the same.
It was Friday and I remember the day well. The heat index soared to 110 degrees. The two-a-day for that day was called off. I showered twice afterwards. I didn’t want to smell like a buffalo once I arrived at her house.
I told my mom I was meeting friends after practice and we were going to hang out. I told her I’d call her later. She really didn’t care. The day was mine. The day was ours. However, I surprised Mary because I arrived early. She hadn’t even taken a shower. When I got there I knocked and she was sweating too because air conditioning wasn’t what it was then like it is today.
Even though she perspired, she still was an amazing looking woman. Mary could go through a war zone and still come out looking sexier then ever! Coming to the door she wore a pair of Capri type pants which fit her lithe slender figure and made an declaration that she was still young, full of life, and as agile as she was 15 years ago.
I agreed wholeheartedly! Her top was a sleeveless blouse. It was very lightweight button down top that looked too small, but very fine on her. It was almost too small. It was Lisa’s but Lisa never wore it because it was too big for her. Mary assumed ownership and wore it proudly. Mary looked fit and lively in it.
I could see her white bra through it and that’s how thin it actually was. I recognized it right away as being Lisa’s and remember Lisa never liking it. It’s because boys could see her bra through it. I could see her bra through it. I remember telling Lisa it was fine. I always tried to tell her it was fine. Still she wouldn’t wear it.
Looking at Mary as she approached the door was like watching a princess entering a room. She was beautiful, graceful, and classy. Her hair was free flowing too. It was light and sandy brown. It was silky. She was a gazelle; sleek and limber as she walked to the front door.
Upon opening it, I saw the sweat pouring down from her temples and neck. Her top was partially wet. I saw her bra inside her the cutoff sleeves. Her tits were awesome because they were bigger in size! They seemed perfect as they were pert for her mature stature.
Now mind you, I was beginning to realize she couldn’t be 30 years old as I once thought a while back. Considering she had an older daughter, in college, it was impossible. Regardless her figure and looks led me to believe she was about 30, so I left it at that.
Finally she opened her door and greeted me. “Hi Robbie, it’s great that you came over to help me out. I want to finish up my housework” and she said a few other things. I stared at her outfit “By the way, why are you here so early honey?”
I told her hi with my broad confident smile. Again, I checked her out in her cute suburban outfit. She watched my eyes fade away from her face as I checked out her slim agile figure. When my eyes returned to hers, she had a grand old look on her and her soft eyes were twinkling. That said to me “I’m glad I meet your approval.”
“Come on in, it is too hot outside; you look like you took a shower already right?” She knew the routine because James did the same thing. “It’s a little cooler in here until you start working but I don’t want to bother you with anything too difficult, but can I ask you a favor or two?”
I told her sure I would because I liked her very much. She asked me to carry down a few boxes from her bedroom while she showered and two baskets of laundry in her laundry room which were in the basement. I followed her up to her bedroom, she showed me the boxes, told me where to put them, and as I picked them up, she started to unbutton her blouse but stepped in the bathroom too quickly before I could see anything; she closed the door behind her.
I made quick work of it all. As I did, I thought about her in her shower as she shampooed and washed her slender, curvy, and limber physique.
“Stop that” I told myself. “Stop it right now! She would get upset if I ever thought about her that way. Why am I here anyways? Oh yeah, she wanted me to bring up those baskets.”
I carried the boxes to the garage and went down to the basement. I picked up one basket and as I carried it up, I looked at it closely.
“Oh my freakin god” I exclaimed! “The laundry basket is full of her slips! There has to be at least umm” but then I stopped, put it down, and looked at it all. I discovered there were about 10 of her slips. “Oh my freaking god, my freakin god” I said to myself again.
It was like a fantasy come true almost! Slips, half slips, full slips, and all of them were silky. Some of the slips were peach, or pink or white and one was black even. “Oh my fucking god” I said aloud. She was upstairs drying her hair and getting dressed. I carried it up and went back to get the other basket. “Ohhh shit! Ohh freaking shit” I said as I looked at the second one.
There were about five girdles in that basket. I stared at the basket. Then I did the unthinkable! I picked two of them up and looked at them. And again I did the unthinkable! I rubbed my face with them! Yes i did, I rubbed and rubbed my face with them!
I looked at them a little more and then this tingling impulse hit me. As I felt them and the smooth material ran across my face, a feeling riveted all over me.
“Whoa man shit put them down! Put them down!” But I didn’t and I rubbed my cheeks again with her girdles. “Ohhh yeah” I said aloud!
“Ohhh yeah man, I sure do love her tastes in, in, umm whatever they’re called! Ohhh yeah, I sure do! You bet your sweet ass slips I do Mrs. P!” I looked into the air as if I was looking towards her room and I smiled.
Carrying the basket up, it obviously took me longer then usual. Half way to the stairs leading to her bedroom, I heard my name called out. “Robbie, is everything okay dear? Is everything alright honey? Do you need help with anything?”
I told her I was fine but as I began to respond to her, I paused first. I told her “I’m fine.” I turned the corner and as I was about to face the stairs going up to her room, I saw something white. It was Mrs. P’s backside nut in a full length slip. I only saw the very back of it and nothing else.
“Go on, get up there, and see what she’s wearing Rob” I told myself. “Come on get upstairs” I demanded of myself.
Taking two stairs at a time, I was building up a sweat on the hot humid day. Granted it was cooler in the house, but it was still humid, so I perspired some. Down at her room, she stood there smack dab in front of me. She startled the heck out of me.
“Robbie, what do you think honey. I’m having one of those days.” Yes she was; she was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a bra and underwear underneath a shear full length slip.
Mary grabbed my soul, twisted it inside out, and I was hers forever!
I gawked at her lithe figure and her fine, fuller breasts! Mary turned sideways for me to gawk more at them. She wasn’t just a vision, Mary was a glorious prophecy! I was apart of that too.
She turned her head my direction. She saw my eyes gazing upon her while my jaw gaped open! Instantly, I transported back another time, but only for a moment.
Something changed all of a sudden and I felt like a man. No longer did I feel like I did when I was young. I sensed my manhood became of age. A rush of erotic, exciting chaos splashed me everywhere! My cock became hard. I wanted her to know it too!
She stood in front of me holding two really cool summer dresses. Each had shoulder straps. I wondered how they actually looked on her for a moment. Most of my thoughts took me to a period in my life where I sat feeling those silk slips between my fingers. I remembered that exciting feeling from yesteryear, only now that feeling was a grown up feeling. That feeling was made up of emotions which made me horny! I wanted her and me to experience that ‘mature’ exciting moment together.
Ironically she asked “Are you alright with me like this honey?” I didn’t hear the question right away. “Robbie honey, are you alright with me dressed like this?”
“Oh uhh yes Mrs. P, yeah sure I am” and I closed my eyes for a second but I nodded my head no and opened them back up. I could feel my cock tingle, grow, and scream for my hand or hers! I don’t know for sure, but I heard ‘screaming.’
“Oh, no you aren’t” she retorted. “I should be ashamed of myself for assuming I can walk around this way in front of you. I’m not thinking straight at all! I’m sorry I put you in such a predicament.”
“Oh no, don’t worry” I said coming to my senses finally. I’ve seen my umm well I’ve seen my mom in slips before and I’ve done laundry too. I’ve had to separate lots of those things so I’m completely fine with you in your umm” but all of a sudden my voice trailed off; my thoughts drifted to possibilities which were beyond scolding.
“What were you going to say” she asked me as she sat down on her bed laying the two dresses on her lap and her slip covered tits and cleavage staring at me.
I gawked at them again. I gawked at her, but I gawked at her tits and cleavage again. They were so perfect. Her tits were not humongous. They were your full-sized classic looking tits!
I was a wreck. I wanted her. No, actually I wanted to feel her slip. I wanted to feel her body but by way of her slip. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted. Then I wondered “Is she wearing one of those girdles underneath?” I had to know! I wanted to know. It was tearing me up inside and I craved feeling that lithe shape of hers as well as seeing what she looked liked underneath in her girdle.
Quickly she put on a dress maybe thinking she was inappropriately dressed.
“No, nooo don’t do that; god don’t put it on” I said to myself. “Shit, now she won’t do anything with me! We won’t do anything at all. I’m sure of it.”
Smiling, she warmly said to me “Let’s go downstairs so I can get us something to eat. We can talk about you and other things, alright Robbie” and her loving twinkle I’ve been so fond of for many years appeared as we walked out of the room.
Sitting down in the kitchen her dress she had was appealing. A tuft of cleavage was showing and gave me a sense this woman was intentionally flirting with me. Then she said some interesting. “I don’t like this dress that much; I don’t understand why I keep putting it back on.” She dropped the subject for the time being.
She switched subjects and asked me “What is it you really like about Lisa?” We discussed Lisa and why I liked her. She asked me a variety of questions. Then she asked me the big one.
“So should I assume from rumors I’ve heard that you and Lisa have had sex together or should I say made love?”
“What rumors is she talking about” I asked myself. “Pardon me, what are you referring to” I asked her. “What rumors are you talking about Mrs. P” as she began blindsiding me about my true ‘gift’ I have.
Yes I have a gift. It is a unique gift which nobody I know has. At several parties this past year, I put my ‘gift’ on display and a number of times at each of those parties too. In the 70’s, there was no internet; it did not exist as it does these days. How Mary found out I wasn’t sure at first. Eventually she told me how.
“What about you and Lisa, have you two made love honey? I really don’t care, but knowing, well it makes life interesting to me” and along came that sweet twinkle in her eyes. Joining the twinkle was her crushing smile which melted me inside. She stared me straight in the face and I was forever committed to telling her whatever it was she wanted to know when and if she asked me!
“To be honest Mrs. P, she and I have never had sex. To be truthful with you, we’ve goofed around, but that’s it; cross my heart, hope to die. That’s the god’s honest truth.”
“Good sweetheart because that is exactly what she told me too. Can I tell you something without you misunderstanding what I’m about to say?” I said sure because I felt relieved by her response.
“Robbie Pallone, I love you from the bottom of my heart! You are one very special young man Robbie and I will always cherish who you are.”
Mrs. P sat smack dab in front of me across the table staring me straight in the eye and she smiled that same warm smile she was gifted with.
“Are there other girls you like too” she asked.
I told her the truth “But not like I love Lisa” I said.
“Then dear let me tell you some things I like about men. I love” and she went into a long list of things which fit me perfectly, “and you fit right into all of those categories. That’s why I love that you and Lisa are a couple, I suppose. She makes you happy and you make her happy.”
But I want to give you a word of advice. Robbie, cut your hair. It’s too shaggy for my tastes. It’s unbecoming honey.”
I told her I would for her sake but I don’t know why I said I would. I finally smiled earnestly. She said she could cut it if I wanted her to and I told her “Sure why not. I’m not against you doing me” which was an odd way of saying it and I added “Heck it’s free isn’t it?”
She laughed but hesitated, and finally said “Yeah maybe, but maybe not.” I wondered what she meant. She added “I have to tell you something Robbie. Well actually I have two things I’d love to tell you.” I asked her what. She said I was getting the haircut first.
We went down to the laundry room. She told me to remove my shirt. “Of course then it will all slide into your pants and that’ll be a sight soon enough. It will become another problem” she said. “But we can deal with that as well.”
She began cutting my hair with clippers she had. Her hands felt really nice while running through my hair. It turned out really nice.
As she cut it we talked. Mary finally brought up the subject close to my heart.
There were a few minutes of silence before she did. In a soft relaxed tone of voice she remarked “You absolutely love silk don’t you Robbie or should I say silk slips?”
My head whipped around! I looked at her awkwardly but I was in shock too. She discovered my deepest darkest secret. I had an affinity for silk slips which was so insurmountable nobody could break me of my passion for them.
“Honey it is so wonderful that you do. It’s perfectly fine to me you have a passion like that for them. I love the man who has an affinity for them. It’s slowly becoming a lost passion. I miss a man who loves them like they should be appreciated.”
Then I heard this deep almost satisfying intake of air; there was a soothing release afterwards. I felt that breath of air she let out cross over the top of my scalp. I smiled once I felt her breath.
“Yes I do Mrs. P” I admitted to her with a satisfied relief someone knew. I love them so much and it is hard to explain why I do. There is a reason why though.”
She asked me to explain, so I did.
“So there you have it. From my grandma, to my mom, to nowadays, I sneak them into my bedroom so I could feel them sometimes late at night, and in fact” but then I clammed up. I stopped short of telling her about the stuff I do secretly once in a while since I’m older. “That’s it in a nutshell.”
Out of nowhere she spoke up and boldly said “Oooooooohh ooooohh Robbie, do tell me what you were going to say earlier before you paused. What was it you did in the recesses of a late night?”
She knew what it was but she wanted to hear it from me.
“Huh pardon me Mrs. P?”
She walked around in front of me, looked down at my chest, and at my face, and directly asked if I did naughty things with them. The smile I saw at that point wasn’t the same charismatic one she gave me normally. She walked behind me again and finished cutting my hair.
I wouldn’t tell her; but I felt her hands grace the back of my neck as though she was a lover. She was trying to entice it out of me. Mary accomplished what she set out to do.
“Well, okay, yes I did and I still do it sometimes, but it’s rare.” I tried collecting my thoughts, but I could not. I broke down and told her the truth about what I do. To be honest Mrs. P, I will, ummm uhhh, strip down to umm my underwear late at night. I’ll have one of the slips next to me and hold it. I’ll close my eyes and rub the slip all along my chest and face. It, well it feels ummm it feels incredible Mrs. P!”
I heard a sigh from behind me and I wanted to turn and look, but her hands held my head in place. In a relieved sounding tone I heard her say “Go on tell me the rest baby.” I tried again to turn around and look at her but she wouldn’t let me. She sounded strange all of a sudden.
“I’ll get umm well I’ll get you know, umm excited, and well uhhh you know” as I finally turned my head around to see her reaction.
She was all smiles. Her face was gleaming but she was looking out into space as if she was fantasizing about what I just told her. She told me to keep going.
“You know what I mean Mrs. P.”
“Ohhhhh yes, yes I do Robbie Pallone! Yes I do sweetheart” she said in admiration! But I want to hear it from your lips” she said closing her eyes while her smile diminished. She took another long and deep breath and her smile appeared.
She stepped around in front of me and said “Because Robbie honey, you love being turned on by slips and all kinds of silk slips, especially. You want to be turned on by one right now too! You want to tell me all your secrets, especially about your wonderful gift you conceal. You want to show me the gift, feel my slips, and feel my girdle too, don’t you Robbie Pallone?”
She nailed me! She knew me like there was no tomorrow!
“You want to rub your body all over me and my slips. You want to be so turned on, don’t you? You want your penis to be so hard! You have to show me too, don’t you? You even want to ejaculate all over me at least what, four, five times, and maybe just maybe six times? Isn’t that true sweetheart?”
She spoke to me in a strong, passionate tone but at the same time it was soft too! The way her voice sounded to me had me saying to myself, “Rip her clothes off, claw her everywhere, touch her, feel her body, and ohhh my god feel her tits and feel everything!”
“Robbie, Robbie honey, do you want to do all of those with me too? Would you like it if I let you? What do you want honey?”
“Ohhhhhhh Robbie, Robbie I want you to let it all out. I want you to feel me and my body, my slips, my girdle, and my tits too! Maybe if you are as good as I’ve heard and read about too, I am going take off my girdle, and my underwear and show you my soft hot pulsating” but her voice trailed off for a second as her eyes closed too. She jiggled her head, opened her eyes up and continued on and said “my vagina, yes Robbie I’ll let you have it; I know it yearns for you too” as she looked down between her thighs!
“Do you want to know why” she asked “because I’ve lusted for you for a long, long time!”
“I’ve lusted for your handsome and masculine body for months now. I’m so happy you are a real man now. Here, feel it, feel it as much as you want” and she lifted up her dress over her head.
I sat stunned in the chair in the laundry room, not able to move for a moment. What a sexy incredible figure Mrs. P had. She stood smiling at me even though her head was covered up. She waited for me to touch her silk slip and other garments.
Mary finally took off her dress and laid it aside. Her silky hair looked beautiful. Her eyes were soft and welcoming. Her lips were inviting. Better yet, she was a summer lawn waiting to be laid on so I could stare at the passing clouds. I wanted her and everything she wanted to offer me.
I did not hold back. My hands reached forward, as she stood looking at me and I touched her silk slip. I felt its amazing beauty and my hands moved very slowly up towards her tits, but I didn’t touch them. I looked up at her briefly. Mary was smiling and watching what I did. I felt her slip and her frame underneath the palms of my hands and she was incredible!
It was so soothing. Nothing compared to her ever! What enhanced all of it was her slender upper figure. She was taller then I realized. She had long legs too. As I felt the firmness in her stomach, I glided my hands down it. I’d run them up again short of her tits and then back down again, stopping short of her waist.
Oh yeah, I wanted inside her slip, but I didn’t think of it yet. Feeling and feeling, and feeling that slip of hers and her slender curvaceous frame underneath made me very horny. I wanted to hold my cock; I wanted her to hold it too!
My eyes closed continuously. I yearned for her touch. I yearned for her and me to be together intimately, sexually, and passionately. Whatever it would take to be with her more intimately I wanted it twice over!
Not once did I picture Lisa during any of this. I only pictured Mary holding me while truly worshipping me and visa versa. I pictured her naked. I pictured her with her undergarments on. I pictured her both ways almost at the same time.
This wasn’t good it, this was great! This was the most spectacular day of my life!
“This is as wonderful as I hoped” she said as she watched me feel her body. “Robbie, I bet you are horny aren’t you honey?”
I opened my eyes with surprise. I shouldn’t have been but yes I was horny! I looked up and smiled. Mary knew I was and Mary wanted my ‘gift’ for sure!
Mary sat down on the carpet in the laundry room. It was a large soft remnant. She pushed her hair back behind her shoulders. She stretched her hand out for me to sit down with her. I sat in front of her. She lay back on the floor facing me. Her slip draped her and her flat limber physique.
“Go on take them off now; take off your jeans honey. I’d love to see you and your beautiful manliness.”
I did as she requested. I took them off and flung them aside. I looked down at my awaiting goddess and my cock began to burst at the seams.
Both my cock and I were ablaze with fire. I felt like I wanted to cum in front of her and right away too!
Calmly she says “If you will, I’d love to see it now. I am very horny and I’m probably not going to get enough of it today. I am almost sure of it. So honey” she started to say but paused for a few seconds, “please show me how you, well show me how you’d masturbate. Let me watch you do it. When you are ready, shoot it all over my slip!” She spoke out in a provocative manner that she stimulated me even more then I already was.
I stood up; I pulled out my cock so I could jack off for her. I stared at her smiling face. God damn was she a hott and sexy looking lady!
It was easy to be motivated. She in her glorious slip as her tits and cleavage rooted me on. She made everything easy for me. I wanted to please her and I wanted to be equally gratified. She watched in triumphant glory while I stroked my cock for her. Her smile grew bigger.
I felt great! I was close to ejaculating. Before she knew it, I was down on my knees and spraying cumm all over her slip. I felt bad doing it all over the slip, but she didn’t.
What happened next blew my mind! It was wild! She was wild! She was one awesome woman and she proved she was too!
Mary sat up and lifted her slip up too. While looking me straight in the face and smiling at the same time, she began to lick it off. Every bit I sprayed on it she licked off and she swallowed it all too!
It was to put it mildly, erotic! Her tongue came out of her mouth and she licked her slip where cum was at. She slurped it or licked it all up. Each splash of cum was entirely gone from what I could tell. She smiled each time she licked or slurped it up. Never once did she take her eyes off me except to find cum. I watched it slide down her throat. Every few licks, and there were a lot of licks, she’d wink lovingly at me. She turned me on, forever!
Ohhhh did she make me and keep me horny during the whole time. I could have done it again. Raising her hand, she says softly using her index finger, “Come here honey” and she began removing her slip.
“This is yours for as long as you want to treasure it. Use it to masturbate when you’re in your bed. When I’m not around for you, use it as a replacement for me.”
I looked at her, as we both held her slip, and thought “What did you just say” as though there were going to be other times to do it? She read my mind and repeated herself in so many words.
“It’s great seeing you are still horny honey” she said intimately. “It is” and she paused closing her eyes. “it’s so wonderful, so special that I am going have my fantasies fulfilled knowing all the rumors I heard and read about are true. What are you going to do for your encores” she asked me giggling.
“Whatever you want me to do” I replied.
“Then let’s go upstairs right now, to my room, and let me show you.” She sat up, held me inside her arms, and she kissed my forehead. I looked at her with surprise. She added “Oh yes Robbie, like I said, I do love you. I love you very much.”
“Ohhh fucking shit” I thought, “she turns me on so god damn much I could kiss her for days and fuck her for years!”
In reality we did make love in different ways for a few years too, but a little differently then you’d expect.
She stood up and in front of me the most beautiful sexy woman with the most gorgeous eyes, lips, and hair I’d ever come in physical contact with in my life let me look her over. Her body, her slender shapely body, was covered up by her underwear, girdle, and her white bra masking her cleavage and awesome tits. I wondered how I would feel once I saw them in the flesh too.
She was quick. We were in her room before I knew it. She stood there and not even out of breath, took my hands, and I caressed her naked stomach while once in a while I’d feel her girdle beneath my fingers.
Naked, my cock became hard again. She saw how hard it was and murmured “Ooooooooohhh Lord, honey push it, press it, press it against me now!”
I pushed my cock into her tummy. I pushed it deep into her flat tummy. She smiled while I did. “Deeper honey” she said as her eyes closed, “deeper, harder baby” she cried out!
I closed mine as I jammed it as hard as I could and as far as it could go into her gorgeous stomach.
“Ooooooooooooohhh yes, yes oh god yes you make me so horny Robbie! Make me hornier honey, make me hornier! Make me so fucking horny baby!” She was crazy I thought.
“God Damnit you’re the one who makes me horny Mary” I cried out! “You are the sexiest woman alive” I yelled out louder!
“Ohh I know, I know I am” she replied and she flopped down on her bed, pleading with me by saying “Spray my tummy honey! Spray it, spray it again like you did a little while” but I jacked off so fast and cummed so quickly she didn’t get a chance to finish begging me. Mary screamed out in a delightful shriek of ecstasy!
“Ohhhh god, oh yes, yes Robbie! You are sexy Robbie and then she stunned me by what she did after I cummed on her belly.
She began spreading the hot cum lower and lower as her fingers slowly stretched out the elastic waistband of her girdle. She spread my fresh cum inside it. She spread it farther down then I expected.
She loved my white thick cum. She clamored for more and more! She spread what I sprayed all over her tummy inside her girdle. She spread down about where her vagina was. Her hands rubbed down around the tops of her thighs while they were inside her girdle. I was still turned on and as surprised.
“Now I’m not only having fun” she exclaims, “I’m having an experience too; my own secret orgasms you don’t know about honey” she said she winked again. “While you did that to me, I orgasmed and I want to thank you for the pleasure,” and Mary closed her eyes and murmured “mmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmm thank you.”
She sat up and got on her knees. She held my limp cock gently and rubbed her stomach, but then somehow turned it so it would rub against her girdle.
“Ohhhh my god, ohhh my god” I thought! All of it made me feel like I was in another world. There was an interweaving of energized sensations I felt as my cock ran across her smooth girdle!
The high octane collection of feelings had my blood boiling and my juices pumping.
I wanted to shove my cock all the way in her girdle so I would be able to cum in it and preserve a memory like that forever and ever and ever! Somehow and someway I felt I had to do it.
“Please Mary, ohh please, please let me cum inside it” I cried out.
“Inside my girdle” she asked surprisingly. “You want to cum inside this honey?” She screamed out and her arms opened up as I heard her say “Feel free to, ohhh yes, yes feel free to cum in it! Ohhhh Robbie then I’m gonna feel your blessed hot cum easily ooooooohh! Go ahead do it, do me, do it now!”
Her hips vibrated and her legs shook. Her facial expression changed to a look of fearful but joyful anticipation. I was free to do something I wondered later if I’d ever get the chance to ever do again!
Trying hard, I was pressed up so close against her body, but I couldn’t get my cock inside her girdle while we faced one another. We knew it wouldn’t work that way. I slid my cock underneath her girdle, between her thighs. She shuffled herself back and forth over my shaft repeatedly. Now that was a big turn on! It was so stimulating!
I was hard again!
I shuttered once I felt the beauty of her girdle sliding along my pulsating cock. I did an about face. I came up behind her and grabbed my cock, rubbing and running it over her backside along her ass. It felt so incredible! It was so sexy seeing her girdle covered ass move while I teased myself.
I jammed my cock into her ass even though she still wore the girdle. I pushed harder and harder for my own self pleasure. Not once did it have any affect on her, but finally I found a way, from behind, and I developed a pre-cum.
“Ohhh shit, I gotta go in somehow” I said and she pulled out her elastic waistband as I slipped around the front of her. Somehow I was able to push my cock down inside. I looked down and I saw her magical underwear!
I cummed ferociously as she stood as though she was amazed and surprised! I was able to cum for a third time that afternoon! She couldn’t believe a man was capable of cumming that often.
“How Robbie, stuttering, how, how uhh Robbie?”
All I did was look and smile and all I wanted to do was hold her, caress her, and want the same back, but no, not Mary; Mary wanted more and more of my hot blooded cum!
“You have to do that again! You have to do it again!” She was elated!
“Ohh I know, I know” she began to say and her eyes closed, then opened and a warm glistening look appeared. “I know what I’ve wanted for a long, long time and who better then you? Yes, ohhh yes Robbie Pallone what I want, you can give to me.”
“What’s that” I remember asking. “What’s that, let you suck it? I mean let you give me a blow job” I asked. You had to see the look on her face. I read her mind.
How many parties did I go to and not once, not once did a girl have the guts when they saw my cock countless of times at those parties, did any one of them offer to do that? All they ever wanted was to watch me put on a show for them.
Mary Parker was a veteran. She told me later she hadn’t sucked Gil’s cock in several years. I asked her how she became so good and her response was “Some girls are gifted Robbie, some girls are inherently gifted honey.”
I wanted to laugh, but it was her turn to enjoy the opportunity. She told me to sit on the edge of the bed. My cock was limp and we were going for number 4. I wasn’t exhausted because we hadn’t got to the big dance yet. The Big Dance would be either me on top of her or her on top of me and without any of her undergarments on.
Looking up at me, she caressed my thighs slowly and carefully. I felt relaxed and my cock was too. It was limp and it looked and felt as though it was not getting up to ‘dance’ for anyone anytime soon. Mary changed that within time.
Mary had a way with everything and everyone. Her eyes and facial expression said “I’m in love and I hope you are too, with me of course.”
“Mary, I love you” I told her. She winked and nodded while her tongue tiptoed over the tip of my cock.
Ever so gently, the tip of her slim tongue felt that little hole on the tip of my wilted penis. Holding it carefully, she moved around it with using her finger tips. It was incredible watching her do it! She smiled while studying the form of it. Just watching her peculiar stare as though she was studying and toying with it aroused me but not the cock itself.
She turned herself almost upside down while going underneath to lick the shaft some more. “That’s wild” I remember thinking! “What is she doing” I asked myself also.
Then all of a sudden I felt two effects and one was physical, but the other was emotional. All of a sudden while looking across the room, I felt her tongue progress further down my cock’s shaft. It was still limp up to that point, but she had stretched it out using her fingers to enjoy it all.
All of a sudden I felt an eruption of emotion within! All of a sudden I felt a tremor induced excitement! My whole freakin body quivered and she looked up suddenly to see why, but she wasn’t worried; she was inquisitive. She was smiling the whole time.
“Ohhhhhh isn’t that sweet” she remarked, “I’ve gone and done it again for us, oooooohhh yes this is going to go down in history for me as the most special day I’ll probably have with a man. Yes it will” she said softly looking back at my cock as she kissed the tip of it along with part of the shaft.
She slipped my limber softness inside her warm mouth and I did nothing but let it lie inside her mouth. She closed her eyes while it lay in there; she took a deep breath through her nostrils. Opening her eyes, she took my cock out of her mouth, let out the air, and took one last deep breath. She held it in for a moment and then let out another breath of air.
Her shoulders went back, her head up high, and her chest went out and she said to me “Honey be prepared for a biggie!” I only smiled and she did too.
“Okay I hope so” I thought, but then I felt a suction I never ever felt in my life. I’ve never had one, although Lisa promised some day I’d get one, so this was my first actual experience. “Whoooaaa” I exclaimed, “ohhhhh my freakin ass whoooaa!”
Mary sucked it all the way down while my balls smacked up against her chin and my cock disappeared forever and a day. Mary was sucking it so hard I thought I would lose it, but then she let up, held it in her hands, and started licking it all over again. She even licked my sack but gently. It was the biggest turn on of my life I thought at the moment. Not really because Mary wearing her slip was a bigger one in hindsight.
With my cock in her mouth, Mary removed her bra as she sucked me off. She was smooth at it too. I watched her closely. All the way in, all the way out, and all the way in again and almost all the way out. Mary sucked on it flawlessly while her body and boobs rocked back and forth and back and forth repeatedly.
Her tits were fun to watch while they wobbled. It allowed me, along with her sucking on my cock to become hard for the fourth time. She sucked and sucked it not letting go too much or prematurely. Mary was amazing! The way she timed it all out seemed amazing. I was breathing heavily and rapidly too!
She drove me wild and before I knew it I was holding back and told her I could cum any second. I heard her mumble something. I asked her to say it again. Finally after mumbling a third time she said “I’m gonna suck you harder but” but she didn’t finish what she was going to say. She sucked me harder and longer and I was grabbing at the bed and she knew I had to cum!
With an alarmed look in her eyes she shouted quickly “Do it in my mouth!”
She slipped her lips over it, swallowing my pulsating hard cock and I let it rip! I blasted in her mouth but she pulled almost all the way off it as I cummed inside her mouth! It was amazing because she swallowed half of my heavy off-white bliss and she shrieked while she swallowed it!
Finally Mary with her naked body and her large tits in tow which dangled and bounced around stood up and dove on top of me. I felt her two large soft tits press between us! All I wanted at that point was to cop a feel. I wanted to feel them like any red-blooded American man wants to.
But she did the unthinkable. Mary started kissing me. Yes me, passionately as if she was in love with me; yes that’s right me! I didn’t have a choice as her tongue, a thin and sexy tongue forced its way passed my lips, over my tongue, and it bounced against the sides of my mouth keeping me horny and excited. God could Mary kiss like there was nothing else in the world! Her hands, arms, and lithe figure swarmed me!
That day was a fun, fun day! It was a day I obviously will never ever forget. Finally she did what I wanted her to do all day long. She slipped off her girdle, shoved it in my face and said “Breathe it honey, breathe it in deeply. This is yours for as long as you want to cherish it. I hope it’s a long time too” giggling and winking at me using one eye, and then the other.
I did breathe in the effervescence of her girdle and several times at that making her happier then ever. I grabbed it from her and clenched it in my hand. I didn’t let go of it! She pulled off her undies and threw them across the room. Bold and sarcastic I asked her “Don’t you want me to breathe them in too?”
She laughed and took hold of my cock one last time that day. She fiddled with it using her sexy long fingernails and hands. She took her time, and it took a while, but slowly my limp hunk of a cock began to entertain her. It became erect little by little.
Minute by minute and it would take several minutes, my cock hardened enough for what we needed. Oddly I never had any intention of having intercourse with her. Still she gave me what she thought I came for that day.
She smiled remarking that she never knew something like what happened that day was even remotely possible. I didn’t know what to say. I shrugged my shoulders but with pride.
She smiled and said “It’s time honey. It is time.” I didn’t realize she meant. She meant we were going to fuck one another. All I wanted all day long was to feel her silk linens. She got up off the bed and finally situated herself over my cock which was partially hard. She would give it a full erection. Mary did me proud! I did Mary proud.
Mary knew how to fuck a man. Mary knew how a man lives for a moment like that. Mary loved doing me! She was all smiles. Her tits hung there like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Almost colorful in fact, her ornaments had their own beautiful decoration. They are called nipples and they were hard as my cock!
I looked right at them. All was perfect that day! She was happy, I was happy, and her body was something off a painted picture. Bent forward before actually fucking me, she whispered that she and I would be lovers for sure, and for several years if I would have her.
Fuck yes I would be her lover. “Mary I think you are as sexy as a woman can be and if you will tease me and let me see you wear your ummm slips every time we’re together, then ohhhh yeah, I want to be your lover forever and ever!” Where that came from that day I didn’t know, but it sure sounded eloquent.
“My, my you sure sound much older then you are Robert Pallone” she said and she rose up off my cock, but slipped back down on it and began repeating the same method until she climaxed. I was happy she did too. It was fulfilling that she did. I had to give her something for her troubles. That was the least of it.
Yes I exploded too, but hearing her shriek and scream in pure ecstasy because of me blew me away. I never thought I could turn her on like I did and make a woman like Mrs. Parker horny like she was.
I lived a lifetime that day which no man ever lives.
My wife Lisa knows I’m capable of it. She knows about my gift. She isn’t as impressed as her mom is, which disappoints me a lot. The great thing though was for seven years after that day, Mary, prior to my marriage to Lisa, was one helluva lover.
Mary and I would meet often. She fulfilled all my fantasies by dressing in all sorts of her slips and some of her becoming lingerie. I even dated Lisa a little while towards the end of my romance with Mary. Eventually, unfortunately, we both knew it had to end.
Lisa never knew and never suspected anything that went on over the years prior to being married. Still I would go to Mary and talk about my problems. They were always warm and intimate conversations, but nothing occurred for years.
Lisa and I moved away which was good for us. I was completely faithful to Lisa almost and for the most part. 17 years after we were married something changed in her and me too. I caught up with Mary again. Oddly I found her to be still attractive.
Lisa is still as attractive and as sexy as the day we were married, but something was different about my mother in law. Mary and I were about to find out what that attraction was, even 17 years later!