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Date Posted: 15:29:10 01/16/26 Fri
Author: Jaime 114 (smiling)
Subject: Re: Girdle Story
In reply to: Robert 's message, "Girdle Story" on 08:42:45 01/16/26 Fri

>Mom and me live alone. We have since I was five.
>My name is Jeremy, my mom is Mary. Mom kicked dad
>out when she caught him having an affair with a
>nineteen year old girl from his office. I can
>remember dad, but not all that well. Mom would
>never let dad come around, even years after they
>divorced. Mom said he was a bad influence.
>
>Mom didn't go on dates after dad left. I guess she
>was too busy working and raising me. But now that
>I'm older and she has a better job, occasionally she
>will go out when asked. Mom is very good looking,
>attracting a man isn't a problem for her.
>
>It was Friday, and that morning at the breakfast
>table, mom told me she was going out with a friend
>that evening. So she would make me something to eat
>after work, and then get ready to go out. I knew
>that meant I'd be home alone most of the evening, at
>least till mom got home usually around midnight.
>
>It was a typical boring day at school. Just the same
>old thing, going to classes, getting homework for the
>weekend, and impatiently watching the clock.
>Finally the day was over and I headed home remembering
>that mom was going out tonight and I'd have the house
>to myself. At least I'd be able to pick what I
>watched on television. Mom typically controlled the
>remote.
>
>When I got home the house was empty as usual. It'd
>be a couple hours before mom got home from work. So
>after getting a soda from the fridge, I went to my
>bedroom and started doing homework.
>Fortunately my homework didn't take very long, and mom
>got home about the same time I finished. Of course
>the first thing she asked, "Is your homework done."
>I assured her it was and she made me something to eat.
> While I ate a hamburger and fries, mom went
>upstairs to get ready. She seemed kinda excited and
>nervous. She was definitely looking forward to her
>night out with the friend.
>
>After eating I went up to my bedroom to hangout while
>mom got ready. As I passed by mom's bedroom door I
>saw it wasn't shut all the way. Apparently she had
>closed it, but it didn't latch leaving it open a
>little.
>
>I glanced in and saw mom attaching stockings to a long
>leg girdle. I didn't know mom had a girdle. It
>must be new, it looked new. It looked tight on her,
>was white and had lace around the legs. I watched
>closely as she finished with her stockings. Then
>she went too her mirror and checked herself out while
>running her hands over it.
>
>After adjusting the legs down a little and it's
>waistband up some, she went to her closet and picked
>out a dress. It was a dress that she wore to her
>office Christmas party a couple months ago. I
>remember her being nervous about wearing it. To
>"flashy" for her she said. But she wore it and
>looked amazing.
>
>After taking it off the hanger, she unzipped the long
>zipper that ran up the back off the dress. Then,
>she stepped into the dress and pulled it up and over
>her shoulders. In a heartbeat I remembered how hot
>she looked wearing that dress.
>
>Then I was very surprised by what she said,
>"Sweetheart, come here and zip me up." She knew
>I'd been watching her all along. I was so
>embarrassed. But I did what she asked, and
>sheepishly walked in to where mom was standing. As
>I came close, she turned her back to me and said, "Be
>careful, this dress fits sorta tight."
>
>Nervously I took a hold of the zipper and tried
>pulling it up a little. It wasn't budging. The
>zipper reached part way down her bottom, exposing her
>girdle. I couldn't resist gently feeling it's silky
>material and ran my hands around her waist.
>
>"Hey kiddo, your just supposed to be zipping me up,
>not feeling my girdle." Mom didn't sound mad so I
>pushed it a little further and slid my hands down to
>her bottom. This time after mom removed my hands
>from her tightly girdled bottom, she spun around and
>asked, "Jeremy, what are you doing!" Now I was
>definitely in trouble. "Putting your hands there
>isn't okay! Just simply zip up my dress!"
>
>"I'm sorry mom, but you're wearing a girdle and I'm
>really curious what it felt like. It's really
>tight." "YES, of course it's tight, it's a girdle.
>That's how it holds me in, that way I look better in
>my dress. Now just zip me up and keep your hands to
>yourself!"
>
>Mom turned around again and I zipped her dress up with
>some trouble, but I got it. "Thank you, I'm sorry I
>barked at you, but a son shouldn't be feeling of his
>mom's bottom. Now go downstairs and watch television
>while I finish getting ready."
>
>I did as mom said, and went downstairs. But I
>couldn't get over how nice mom fell. So tight and
>smooth. I decided that sometime when mom wasn't
>around, I'd find her girdle and check it out.
>
>After a few minutes mom came downstairs looking really
>nice. Her friend was supposed to pick her up any
>time now. Mom sat next to me on the sofa to wait.
>After a few moments of silence she spoke, "I know
>your curious sweetie, that's completely normal."
>Just then the doorbell rang. "We'll talk about it
>again sometime okay?" I nodded yes, still
>embarrassed by what I had done earlier.
>
>Mom answered the door and they kissed. Her friend
>was tall and good looking. No wonder she was
>nervous about tonight. After mom introduced us, they
>took off for their date. His name was Jim.
>
> So here I was, alone for the night, not knowing when
>mom would be home. The image of him kissing my mom
>stuck in my head. It made me jealous, it's supposed
>to be just mom and me, and not some guy kissing mom.
>
>I watched television for most of the evening, wishing
>mom would come home. But no such luck. They're
>probably kissing. I wondered if he had discovered
>mom's girdle yet. I tried not to think about it.
>But it was hard not too.
>
>It was almost midnight and I was tired, so I went to
>bed. It wasn't long and I was sleeping. But the
>instant the front door opened, I was wide awake. Mom
>was home.......it was 1:30.
>
>As I listened, I could hear mom wasn't alone. Jim
>was with her. They were talking, laughing, and
>carrying on. I think they had been drinking some.
>Then it got quite, and in a few minutes I heard them
>come upstairs and go into mom's bedroom. I heard the
>door close and latch shut.
>
>I could hear them quietly talking, but I couldn't hear
>what they were saying. Then it got quite again. I
>knew there was only one reason mom would take him to
>her bedroom. They were going to have sex. I
>couldn't believe what was going to happen across the
>hallway from my room. Soon they would be connected
>together. He'd be inside mom.
>
>I wanted to run out of the house and down the street.
> But I didn't. I just had to lay here while it
>happened. I imagined him unzipping mom's dress, and
>then helping her out of her girdle. I was so jealous
>at the very thought of it.
>
>It was all quiet for the longest time. I heard
>nothing. By this time it was nearly 2:30 and I was
>nearly asleep. In fact I think I had fallen asleep a
>couple times by now, waking up after a few minutes.
>I heard nothing.......until I did.
>
>From the sounds I heard, it was obvious what was going
>on across the hallway. After a few minutes it once
>again got quiet. Now I couldn't sleep, knowing what
>had just happened. I just laid there staring at the
>clock.
>
>After a few minutes I heard mom's bedroom door open.
>I didn't know if it was mom or her boyfriend. But
>who ever it was, they went to the bathroom. After a
>few minutes they came out of the bathroom and came
>into my room. I could see from the night light in
>the hallway that it was mom.
>
>She came over to my bed, and laid something next to
>me. Then she went back to her bedroom. I felt for
>what she put on my bed. It felt like mom's panty
>girdle. It couldn't be. She didn't want me touching
>it. I reached for the lamp on my night stand and
>turned it on. Oh wow! Yes, it was mom's girdle.
>And it's right here in my hands.
>
>I enthusiastically checked it out. Felt the firm
>nylon material, and even held it to my face. It
>smelled wonderful. After looking mom's girdle over I
>turned out the light and laid down snuggling with it.
> I couldn't figure out why mom would bring me her
>girdle in the middle of the night. But I was
>pleased she did.
>
>The next morning, I woke up just as moms boyfriend
>was leaving. He stayed all night. I got up and
>put mom's girdle under my pillow. I wasn't sure if
>she'd be wearing it today or not. It's Saturday,
>probably not, unless she has another date with her
>boyfriend tonight.
>
>When I walked into the kitchen mom was making
>breakfast. "Good morning sweetheart, are you
>hungry?" "I saw your boyfriend just left mom."
>"Oh yeah?........We had a sleep over. Did you see I
>brought you my girdle?" "Yeah I did, I'm surprised."
> "Really? I thought you liked it." "I do like it,
>but you got upset when I touched it last night."
>
>"I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to get cross with
>you. But you shouldn't touch me like you did. I
>hoped if I brought you my girdle it would make you
>feel better." "Yes it was nice to cuddled with."
>"Well I'm glad, but did you try it on? Are you
>wearing it now?"
>
>"No mom I'm not wearing it, wouldn't that be weird?
>Is it okay with you if I do?" "Sure if your curious
>what it would feel like. Why don't you go upstairs
>and try it on." "Really mom? Are you going to make
>fun at me?" "No sweetheart, just go and try it on,
>see if you like it."
>
>I went upstairs to my room and took mom's girdle from
>under my pillow. I sat on the bed holding it in my
>hands and feeling rather silly. I was about to try
>on a panty girdle, mom's girdle. I took my pajama
>bottoms off along with my underwear.
>
>I quickly developed an erection, just like I had last
>night when I heard mom having sex with her boyfriend.
> I stood holding mom's girdle out in front of me.
>It looked so small, I wasn't sure I could even get it
>on. But I knew it would stretch, so I stepped into
>it. First my left foot, then the right.
>
>As I pulled it up, I realized it was definitely going
>to be tight. I tugged at it first in the back, then
>in the front. Gradually I worked it up till I had it
>on. Oh yeah, this is tight, but it felt really
>nice. I ran my hands over the girdle. Smooth,
>silky, and tight. Actually it felt amazing.
>
>I put my pajamas back on and went downstairs to find
>mom. She was in the living room sitting on the sofa.
> "Do you have it on?" I nodded yes. "It's tight
>isn't it sweetie?" Again I nodded yes. "So do you
>like wearing it?" "Mom, it feels amazing, can I keep
>wearing it for awhile?" I laid down on the sofa
>with my head on mom's lap facing the television. She
>put her hand on my hip. "Yes, of course you can, but
>I'll need it back for tonight."
>
>"Mom......" "Yes sweetheart." "Are you going to
>have sex with your boyfriend again tonight?"
>
>Part 2 ?

Great story!
And what an understanding mom. Almost like she was teasing him putting it on before her date, and then giving him/encouraging him to wear her girdle on the next morning.
The part about him feeling her up was pretty funny. Cheeky little bugger....

"Part 2 ?" Of course! The story is just getting started, and it has lots of potential.
And a Part 3, Part 4, etc., if the story needs them, and you are so inclined.

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