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>With the big storm going through the upper midwest >today and every thing shut down, I thought I'd write >about some early memories of my mother and my wearing >her girdle. So here's what I remember. (FYI: I'm >wearing a girdle while I type this.) > >Well I wasn't a daughter, but my mother did influence >me when it came to wearing a girdle. At least >indirectly. She wore a long leg girdle so one was >always available for me to wear every chance I had. >It was white with a satin front and garters inside the >legs. It even had a little rose at the waist band in >front. This would of been early to mid sixties so >she wore stockings. > > She didn't wear a girdle all that often but I >remember she came home from somewhere one day wearing >a dress, girdle, and stockings. For some reason she >was apparently in a big hurry to get her girdle off >because after getting dressed and leaving the bedroom >I snuck in. Her girdle and stockings were laying in a >heap on the bed with her stockings still attached to >the girdles garters. When I pick it up her girdle >was still warm. At the time I found that very >erotic. I desperately wanted to put mom's girdle on >but I knew I didn't dare and quickly left the room. > >My mom eventually knew I had been in her lingerie >drawer. She asked me about it one day and of course >I denied it. She didn't mention her girdle specify >but she surely would have been watchful if anything >had been disturbed. Especially after whenever I had >spent time at home alone. Being young, horny, and >stupid, I continued to wear her girdle even after she >confronted me. She never tried hiding it. It was >always in the same drawer.

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