Gent1981
Following on... How this all started, well once I'd got the bug for worn knickers it became a habit, tbh it took over my life at one point, impulsive and getting my hands on knickers at any given opportunity.
Probably same time as working at the hotel I had a girlfriend, both early 20s rampant like it is at that age thing was I have always loved older women, a woman in her 40s,50s even 60s when I was that young didn't faze me so when I saw my girlfriends mum I knew I had to have a bit of her, maybe not physically but in some kind of sexual way I needed to taste and smell her scent...
Few months in to the relationship and after numerous visits and stay overs I gained the confidence to open up the dirty laundry basket on the landing which was staring at me every time I went upstairs... I obviously didn't want to get caught so had to weigh the situation up, I started by purposely taking a pair and putting them at the bottom of the basket, seeing how long before they'd get washed, that way I knew if I took them I could return them without her knowing..
I made any excuse to go upstairs at any given opportunity , creeping accross the landing and trying not to make the basket lid creek, after all her mum was litrally downstairs,my girlfriend, her Dad or her mum could have come up at any time and caught me in the act with the lid open, knickers in hand which would have been somewhat difficult to talk myself out of, it all added to the excitement, my heart pumping adrenaline, eventually I got the courage to steal a pair, sifting through a few pairs choosing the most stained and creamiest gusset I concealed in my coat pocket and making my way back downstairs to sit with the family, talking to her mum, laughing and joking whilst I had a pair of her used knickers in my pocket.. The buzz was unreal.. Few hours later I made my excuses to go home, driving back the few miles all I could think about was those beige, lycra, soft touch dirty knickers that her mums pussy had been in and made a mess in..
Returning home, making my way to the bedroom, undressed I didn't waste any time laying back and shoving that gusset right against my nose.. I knew licking it would inhnace the scent whilst tasting her pussy at the same time.. Fckin heaven.. Fckin her daughter few hours before, tasting her mum's pussy a few hours later.. Doesn't get much better 👿 after using them for a few days, adding my own cream to the gusset I knew I had to replace them which was even more tricky than taking them in the 1st place , I didn't know if she had checked the washing basket wondering where her favourite panties had gone only to find them reappear.. It was a massive gamble but a gamble worth taking in my eyes .. Again after the pleasantries of saying hello I made my excuses to go upstairs, place the knickers back in the basket like nothing had ever happened... Little did she know what I'd done to her knickers... This went on for a while to the point when they went out I'd stay at there house, open up her knicker draw finding a fresh pair and rubbing my cock in the gusset, licking them so when she came to put a clean pair on they'd already been around my cock and I'd already licked the gusset ... I mean I even wore a pair of her knickers one night on a visit, sitting having a brew whilst her thong and gusset dug into me, all the while she didn't have a clue... So many stories and all genuine as it was an addiction.. Worse addictions to have I guess..
Hope you enjoyed and I will relive another tale another time 🫶🍑❤️👿