Dear Auntie Helga,

I have been enjoying your wonderful site for sometime now, and felt that perhaps it was time to contribute something, rather than just reading the tales from others. The older I get, the more time I spend recalling incidents in my childhood, which at the time I had absolutely no idea were to be so significant in the years to come. I was always a very skinny and puny boy, often the one picked out for bullying from the other boys, particularly as they were all into the normal boyish pursuits at which I was totally useless. For that reason I spent a lot of time at home. My first recollection was of being in the school play at the age of about 5 or 6, and for some reason the part I was to play involved me wearing a pair of bottle green school tights borrowed from one of the girls that lived next door. The feeling as mummy pulled them up my legs felt so different to anything that I had ever felt before, and when they were on it felt like they were hugging my waist and legs. It just felt lovely. I don't remember anything about the play, other than how nice it was to be wearing those tights. Sadly after the play was over they went back to the little girl next door.

I would often be looked after by the woman next door (the mother of those girls) when my mummy went out and didn't want to take me with her. Back then it was the custom to address any adult other than your own parents as "auntie" or "uncle" and so it was that I would be looked after by this particular "auntie" on many occasions. On one particular day the weather was beautiful, hot and sunny, and just the kind of day that children love to play in their paddling pools, which was what the two girls were going to do.

I hadn't brought my swimming shorts though as I had no idea the weather was going to be so fine. It was then that auntie suggested I could borrow something belonging to one of the girls, at which point she took me into their room and opened a drawer that not only contained their swimming costumes, but also all their underwear too. She just left me there and told me to find something. I knew I shouldn't, but I just had to try on some of their pretty panties before finding myself a costume. I didn't know why I wanted to do it, but I knew I couldn't resist. I knew I only had a limited time, so couldn't really try much, but that feeling of forbidden fruit, added to the fear of getting caught was something I knew was going to be something I wanted more of. I did try some bikini bottoms on, one I remember was pink, with white frills across the rump, but as I looked at myself in the mirror while wearing them, I knew that as much as I was enjoying it, including a strange tingling "down there", I knew I had to find something more suitable. Eventually I found a one-piece suit which I manged to tuck the top into the bottom to make it look more like boys shorts, and which were also large and loose enough to hide my tiny little peeny which had got really stiff. From then on we had a glorious day splashing about in the pool. When mummy came home and saw my hair was all wet I had to explain that I had worn one of the girl's costumes so I could go in the pool. It was so embarassing to have to say it out loud.

Those girls caused me another embarassing moment too. The eldest of them was slightly older than me, and for some reason when she had grown too big for one particular pair of jeans, rather than them being kept until the younger sister could wear them, they were given to my mummy for me to wear. I can remember crying in protest because they were girls jeans, with the fastening on the side, not on the front as boys jeans would be, only to be told by mummy as she put them on me that "nobody will know, just keep your jumper pulled down". But I knew that there was a good chance my jumper would be needed as a goalpost marker when we played football. I had a very lucky escape though, as that was one of the very few days where football wasn't going to be played, and I got through the whole day without being discovered. It was on the way back home that I did one of the most stupid things I have ever done. I told one of the boys when we were alone together that I was wearing girls jeans. He roared with laughter and forced me to show him, all the time asking if I was weaing girls knickers too. I proved I wasn't by showing him the top of my pants, but I was so embarassed and humiliated, and I had brought it all on by myself. The next day I refused to wear them, but my torment wasn't over as he had told all of the other boys. I was a laughing stock for ages. Many months later the girl who had grown out of the jeans finally heard the tale, and she mocked me mercilessly.

On that same day mummy said that there wasn't time for me to bath properly, and she would give me a quick wash in the sink. There I was, in full view of the girls next door, being washed by my mummy while standing in the sink. I told mummy they were standing there looking and laughing at me, but she just said that they wouldn't be interested in looking at me. I knew different as I could see them pointing and laughing and giggling. The strange thing was that my little peeny was as stiff as a board and there was nothing I could do about it. Mummy never mentioned it, but I knew the girls had seen.

My relationship with mummy was a difficult one, she was very strict with me, never afraid to give me a spanking, (on the bottom when at home, but on the top of the legs if we were out) and even a caning if I was really naughty at home. The threat of that kept me good most of the time. I did always try to take a peek at her when she was dressing, all of those items of 1950's underwear seemed so exciting to me for some reason, and that got me a spanking on many occasions when she caught me. The very strange thing was though, that when we were going out for the day she would make me watch as she pulled on her stockings, and clipped them to her garter belt, the last things she put on before we left home, and that gave me a full on view of her pretty panties as well. She made no effort to conceal what she was doing, in fact it seemed as though she was deliberately making me watch.

There was one particular pair of mummy's panties that I longed to wear, sheer nylon, tightly elasticated at the waist and legs, and opaque, almost see-thru. I waited years until I finally got an opportunity. Mummy was at work, I was home-alone on school holidays, I could resist no longer. I searched them out, and stripped myself naked. I was only about 10 years old at the time but as I held them in front of me I was so excited, my peeny totally stiff. As I pulled them up my legs, the tight elastic pulled at the downy hairs on my legs, and I remember thinking just how tight they were on me, and yet mummy who was obviously much larger still managed to wear them. Once they were nearly up I pulled them over my bottom first and it felt heavenly, but as I tried to carefully pull them over my little stiffie I felt a feeling the like of which I had never felt before, and my peeny began spurting everywhere. I had to try to avoid getting any of the mess on those knickers at all costs. That was my first orgasm, and without touching myself in any way, purely because of wearing those knickers.

I checked and I think that due to an immense amount of luck there didn't seem so be any signs of my mess, so I carefully put them back. I have read that women know when their underwear has been interfered with, but although nothing was ever said to me, I never saw those knickers again, and I seemed to get an awful lot of spankings in the period immediately afterwards. From then on I was always sent to stay with one of my Aunties during the school holidays, so I think she must have known. That was the end of "home-alone" holidays spent playing with mummys intimates. It did however open up even more exciting times at aunties which I would be happy to tell more of some other time should you be interested.

Once again congratulations on your wonderful site.

Hugs and kisses..xxxx

Nicola Waring (aka Sissy Smallcock.)

Thank you for your letter Nicola and for your kind words. I'm sure many of our readers have found secret pleasures while trying on mummy's lingerie. The silky feeling of our clothing can be very exciting the first time it's experienced. We would love to hear from you again this year.

Auntie Helga