Sisters Dirty Panties Stories

Sisters Dirty Panties Stories
Выбрать язык русский азербайджанский албанский амхарский арабский армянский африкаанс баскский белорусский бенгальский бирманский болгарский боснийский валлийский венгерский вьетнамский гавайский галисийский греческий грузинский гуджарати датский зулу иврит игбо идиш индонезийский ирландский исландский испанский итальянский йоруба казахский каннада каталанский киргизский китайский (традиционный) китайский (упрощенный) корейский корсиканский коса креольский (гаити) курдский (курманджи) кхмерский лаосский латинский латышский литовский люксембургский македонский малагасийский малайский малаялам мальтийский маори маратхи монгольский немецкий непальский нидерландский норвежский ория панджаби персидский польский португальский пушту руанда румынский самоанский себуанский сербский сесото сингальский синдхи словацкий словенский сомалийский суахили сунданский таджикский тайский тамильский татарский телугу турецкий туркменский узбекский уйгурский украинский урду филиппинский финский французский фризский хауса хинди хмонг хорватский чева чешский шведский шона шотландский (гэльский) эсперанто эстонский яванский японский
When I was just a sprout of about eight, I really started noticing my sister’s underwear was different than my own. This was in the 50s, when girls of about 12 or so started wearing ‘big girl’ underwear.
For one thing, hers had no flap in the front and felt like silk, althought they were really probably nylon or acetate. I was also fascinated with her petticoats, which were very full, very frilly and very ‘girlish’.
One day, when my sister wasn’t home, I snitched a pair of her panties. They were pink, with lace across the bum – they later called them rhumba panties. I felt them for a while and decided to feel what they felt like on, so stripping off my trousers and underpants, I put them on. They were too big, but not awfully so.
I admired myself in the mirror for a while and then fell on the bed, giggling to myself. I started bouncing up and down while laying face down! After a while, I got a real good feeling ‘down there’ – I believe I actually had an orgasm although of course there was no ejaculation, just a great feeling). In my childish mind, I attributed this feeling to the panties.
So I proceeded, for the next few years, to purloin my sister’s panties and those of my friends’ sisters whenever I could. I also progressed from wearing just the panties to ‘dressing up’ whenever I had the chance. I got rather bold, since I appeared to be getting away with it!
About the time I was 11, my mum and sister were going shopping and I was to be left alone for a few hours. When they had left, I immediately went up to the attic (where my collection was hidden) and – I remember this like it was yesterday – I put on a pair of blue lacy panties, a petticoat and a white dress that used to belong to my sister. I then went back downstairs to play in the living room for a while before attending to other matters.
My good fortune ran out that day – mum had forgotten her purse and just as I got to the bottom of the landing, the front door opened and in she walked with my sister. It’s hard to say which of us was the more surprised!
My sister gave me the strangest look but mum grabbed me by the neck and dragged me out onto the porch (I fought her all the way, to no avail). She proceeded to bend me over the porch rail and flipped up my skirts, showing my little panties. She gave the most exasperated sound and started to paddle my bum with her hand. After a few minutes, she told my sis to get her the strap. Now, I don’t know if any of you have been struck with a razor strap, but it ain’t fun!
She practically melted the material of those panties with that strap, with me screaming and carrying on. “I only have one girl in this house!” Mom was yelling. Meanwhile, I had gotten to the point where the spanking no longer hurt and weirdly started to feel good. I was getting quite excited by all this and it was probably on that day that I became a devout ‘spankophile’.
Thank God, there were few neighbours on our street and I didn’t know any of them, as they had no children! My sister, meanwhile, was giggling and started to laugh at me. Mom was so mad that she didn’t stop to think and had me stand by the wall while she proceed to flip up my sister’s skirts and show her panties (flowered ones) and started to spank her too, saying: “You think this is funny? I’ll show you its not funny!”
Wow! A real girl’s bum in panties right in front of me! OK, it was my sister, but it was a real bum in real panties! It was almost more than I could stand! Anyway my sister got real mad at me because she got a spanking and to make matters worse, she said she was going to tell all my mates at school that I was dressed up as a little girl, and wearing panties. I begged her not to and we made a deal – she wouldn’t tell but would get to spank me some time in the future!
After a year went by, I forgot all about it and continued to wear girl’s clothes whenever I was sure I wouldn’t get caught. I hid them out in the large storage shed at the back of the house. It had two storeys and was quite old so no-one but me went up to the second level!
Mom, I thought, had quite forgotten the whole cross-dressing incident after I apologised and told her I just wanted to see what it felt like to wear all those frilly clothes! I guess she just wanted to believe me.
One Friday afternoon, when I got home, I discovered I was alone. There was a note from mom saying she would be ‘quite late’ and so would Judith. my sister. I decided to go to the shed and play. I dressed and proceeded to do the things I would do, and was really lost in my own world when I heard a noise behind me – it was Judith.
“I th-thought you w-were gonna be l-late,”, I stammered! “Practice was called off,” she said with a smirk, “and now it’s time for you to honour your part of the deal. I’m going to spank you, just like momma.” “Please, no!” I begged. “I’ll do anything else you want but please don’t spank me!”
Well, begging didn’t help and she made me go back to the house with her, where she got the strap and proceeded to whale my bum until I was screaming like a banshee. I was making so much noise that neither of us heard the front door open.
It was our nearest neighbour, Mrs Smyth. She had heard me screeching and thinking I was alone, came to check. She was flabbergasted. Here was a red-faced boy of 12, wearing a dress and panties, being spanked by a much larger girl of 16 who happened to be his sister, wearing a dress that was far too small for her (it was last year’s and she had grown some) so that every time she bent forward her panties were showing.
“Stop that!” Mrs Smyth yelled. Sis, who until then hadn’t noticed her, jumped about a foot in the air and spun around at the same time, giving me a lovely view of her panties. However, I was in no shape to enjoy it at the time. I think she was intent on literally seeing if nylon would melt if enough friction was applied to it! I jumped up also and both of us said ‘Mrs Smyth!’ at the same time, as if this were a very astute observation!
I was trying my best to shrink into the carpet, wishing my clothing was a bit more masculine in appearance, and trying to pull up my very non-masculine panties at the same time!
“What in the name of the Lord is going on here?” Mrs Smyth asked, looking back and forth at us. Meanwhile, I had got my panties up but unfortunately was in an excited state and the dress got caught in the waistband of the panties, so it was quite noticeable!
“I am going to have to tell your mum about this!” she yelled. “Now, both of you go stand in different corners.” She would brook no arguments, and the strap was clearly visible there on the floor!
Well, about an hour later, mum came home and of course the first thing she saw was a grim-faced Mrs Smyth, and her daughter and son (in drag) standing in the corner.
Mrs Smyth gave mum her impression of what had happened. She said it wasn’t just a spanking, it was something sexual and perverted and dirty and…here she ran out of adjectives. By then, both sis and I were crying, knowing we were going to die – whether from embarrassment or from being thrown in the nearest rock quarry!
Mum and Mrs Smyth talked for a while in low tones so we couldn’t hear. Mum then told us to both come over, which we did and she asked us what was going on! She appeared entirely too calm. We both started to speak at once, saying we weren’t doing anything dirty, and tried to explain about the promise I had made – knowing we were making things worse but not knowing how to fix it!
At that, Mrs Smyth piped up: “How do you explain the fact that you were all excited, then?” “Shut up, you old biddy,” I thought but didn’t say. “Yes, how do you explain that, little girl?” my mum asked.
Now, do any of you know how embarrassing it is to explain to three females – one a neighbour, one your sister and the other your mum – that you get excited wearing girls clothes? I didn’t mention that getting spanked by a pretty young female while wearing those clothes was absolute heaven – especially since the female in question was a very close relative.
After mum listened to us carry on for a while, she observed: “Well, we’re getting nowhere with this. Mrs Smyth, would you care to take a hand in the handing out of discipline?” Mrs Smyth agreed, and it was decided that she would use her hand on me (maybe they felt sorry for me) and mum would use the strap on Judith.
Judith was pushed over the arm of the settee and her dress was flipped up. I was in the same position but over Mrs Smyth’s knee. Looking right at my sister’s panty-covered bum, she got hers while I got mine! I soaked my panties – Mrs Smyth didn’t say anything but she noticed! How I found out she noticed is another story.
I still loving dressing up. No, my sister never got a chance to spank me again. Yes, I got caught again – but not by mum. But I still love giving and receiving spanks. My lovely bride of 35 years is also into ‘love spanking’ and we sometimes play out mum and child, with both of us taking different roles at different times – but I’m always the female!
You must be logged in to post a comment.
All Maman stories are copyright, unauthorised reproduction may lead to legal action.
Maman is an adult website containing recollections of corporal punishment experienced during the contributors' childhoods. By proceeding, you are asserting that you are over the age of majority for the country in which you reside, and you further agree to the use of cookies on this website. Note that although this website contains only legal content, Maman is nevertheless a fetish site and should be considered Not Safe For Work (NSFW). Maman does not advocate corporal punishment for today's children. If you are a minor or likely to be upset by the subject matter, please do not proceed any further.

TRENDING

I came home from the hospital white...
When i came home early, i saw me...
I'm h**** a lot recently thinking about...
Hi All I don't know why but I have a...
Meeting my future husband at the altar...

RANDOM

I'm pumped for college. I've been...
Why can't i find a decent guy, I am 24...
Okay girls, pay awareness in place!...
I love you, and I think you love me...
Women dont make good friends, they...

POPULAR

About eight weeks ago I walked in on my...
My husband bought me a dog for breeding...
Hell My name is Elsie I am an Elderly...
This summer I decided to stay with my...
I came home from the hospital white...

newest
most popular
oldest

Follow us for the best, hand picked confessions

Copyright © 2005–2022 ConfessionPost.com. All rights reserved.

About
Contact
Advertise
Privacy
Sitemap

Want to read confessions and comments uncensored?

Email (optional - for password recovery)

When i was in my early teens i was playing in the garage and playing with a ball and messing around i accidentally kicked over the washing basket . Whilst i was putting it all back in the basket i picked up my mothers panties and i noticed they had a stain and white dried fluid all over the crotch area . I smelt it out of curiosity and i got instantly hard and h**** , i had no idea what came over me and i knew i liked it so i stuffed them in my pocket and went to my room to sniff them and j******* . The musk of her p**** and the aroma drives me nuts . Once i came i would stealthy put them back in the hamper and this went on for months .... Eventually it wasn't enough and i started licking it up and really having a good taste of it , sometimes it was really sweet like fruit and other times it was a bit sour but the excitement of having a lick and finding out every day what the flavor was exciting . Watching her clean up the house while i was on the couch knowing only moments earlier i had enjoyed the taste of her p**** was a crazy feeling ... One night she came home really drunk and she had a shower and crashed out in bed really fast . I had no idea at the time but i went to the bathroom to grab my notebook that was on the bench and i saw her clothes all over the floor . I very quicky took a photo of what it looked like so i could put it back the way it was, locked the door and snatched her panties off the floor and i vividly remembered it was a cream silk g-string with lace . It kind of looked expensive like a Victoria's secret pair . JACKPOT !!!!! The discharge was mostly dry but there was a fresh wet patch and i lapped up every last drop of it . It was so pungent and sticky but it turned me on even more , I even got to the point i was sniffing up the part that rode up her ass , the musk of her a****** was so addictive . I thought i wouldn't like it but i did ! . Over time i got lazy and more relaxed about putting her panties back in the wash basket and one night i stuffed it in my pillow case and passed out . Only for her to do the washing the next day .... Im 99.9% sure she found the panties in my bed as she acted so weird the following day and i tried to keep away from her to avoid the conversation . She never asked me about it ... After that her panties were never in the wash basket for what seemed like a month i can remember vaguely . Then ! one day i found all her panties ( would have been like 4 of them , which is out of the ordinary ) were all on top of the wash basket in a pile . Some of them were HEAVILY soiled and had stains all over them. ( very weird as there was only one small stain or patch usually ) Normally their buried at the bottom for obvious reasons ... She was gone for the whole night and i had a field day , I remember vaguely when she got back home around midnight ( i played video games late ) she was very upbeat and chirpy . Almost to a weird degree . From that day onward the panties were always on the top of the hamper . Im not sure if it was some unsaid agreement or she did that without thinking but considering the changes and what happened i think she finally decided to let me have them . I did notice one day i had soaked a pair of my undies after a day of having fun and dropped them on the floor in my room and got into a new pair and after going out with my friends for an hour and coming home they were gone and my room was clean . In a panic i checked the washing room to go clean them just incase she didnt notice them and they wernt anywhere !! Not the basket or the clothes line or in the washer or dryer ... Just gone .. I started to wonder if my mother was using mine for her own purposes . It didnt really bother me and just surprised me a lot more then anything , i started leaving my really soiled underwear out for her ontop of the hamper from that day onwards . One day before i knew she wanted a shower i even blew my load in them and left it visible next to the shower door and check the hamper later to find the c** stain more smeared and in a vertical line up like it had been swiped or played with .That turned me on ALOT . Ever since my panty sniffing / licking has been prolific and i find it hard not to when i see them around at my aunts house . Its interesting seeing how different women smell and taste and its always a thrill .

It's okay, it's all normal. The first pair of panties I smelled was when I was 15 at my best friends girlfriends house. I went to her bathroom and she had a pair of XS black lace panties on the floor with a white stain in the crotch area and I picked them up and sniffed them, got an instant h****** and was hooked from there on. The 2nd pair I sniffed was my step mothers i took out the wash bin. I would take alot of them and I know she found out and took them back out of my room. But thats okay, it added to the thrill! The third pair I sniffed was of my sister's that is 16 months older then me.

I’m 50, I’ve been married to my wife for 25 years. So far I’ve jerked off while sniffing every female in my wife’s family. (Except her mom, for some reason EVERY girl/woman in her family is hot as f*** except her ft-assed mom) the first panties were her younger sisters (we visited her in college and we stayed in her dorm. B/c my wife and I were only dating at the time, I had to sleep in her sisters single bed, they slept in the living room on an inflatable mattress. Her hamper was next to the bed, I just had a look found the newest pair and jerked off 3 times smelling that virgin vag , and the 4th time I put the creamy gusset I’m my mouth and sucked every drop off)! 16 years later I did the same to a pair of her 14y/o daughters panties. I’ve jerked off sniffing my wife’s brother’s daughter’s dirty panties... As well as my niece’s mom’s dirty panties. My wife’s brother and his family used to stay with us every summer for about a week. So I had unlimited access to both mother and daughter’s used panties, beginning when my niece was about 12, ending when she was 17. You should NEVER come on the panties! Women are VERY aware of how they left things, if you move something, put it back EXACTLY a how you found it.. Seamen dries hard, and leaves stains on colored panties. Don’t be stupid, if she does her laundry soon after you come in them they’ll be soaking wet. Also, experienced women can smell seamen, and know EXACTLY a what that smell is! Where you come doesn’t make your o****** better, so why do it? You are begging to be caught! NEVER steal panties if YOU were the only person who could have done it! Also, never j***-off in her bedroom, even if she is not home, she might come back and you will be caught with your D*** in ur hand and her panties on your face... you can NEVER explain that away.

NICE! Dude, you hit the family jackpot! My sister is
Thai Lady Boy Sex
Carla Cardille Shemale
Baby Sitter Sex

Sisters Dirty Panties Stories

Report Page