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The Blue Girdle FantasyThis is another made up story that in some ways parallels the awakening of a lifelong fetish for many cross dressers. In this case I discuss my favorite research document at the age of 11 to 13 years old, the mail order catalogs. If you have no interest in this fetish you will want to move to another story. I would appreciate your comments.“It is hard being an 11 year old,” I thought as I walked home from school on a cool fall day. My little cock had been hard almost the entire day. Each time Miss Martin walked past my desk I could hear the sounds of her legs rubbing together, I knew she was wearing a girdle like those I studied in the mail order catalogs. A cute girl I had a crush on was wearing a training bra for the first time. I loved seeing the straps through her white blouse and it made me hard just looking at her back.I got home and didn’t hear anyone talking or moving around, “Mom must be at the store,” I thought as I threw my books down on the counter. I walked down the hall towards my bedroom wondering why my cock was so hard all the time. As I passed my parents bedroom I caught the scent of Mom’s perfume. That lovely scent of my mom filled my head and it was at that moment I noticed the door was open a crack and I heard movement in the room.To my utter surprise I heard two voices, my mom and my Aunt Charlotte. I had no idea Charlotte had come for a visit and my little cock sprang to life thinking about our last visit to her home a hundred miles from here. It was early morning and I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked up, it was Aunt Charlotte coming down the steps wearing nothing but panties and a bra. The panties were jet black and the bra was white with little circle stitching around it.I had never seen anything like this before, she usually wore her slip around the house but this was something that shocked and of course pleased to see. Charlotte looked so much like my mother that they could have been twins. She stopped on the landing and It seemed like she was posing for a mail order catalog. My eyes were glued to her skimpy attire and my little cock was so hard I thought it would explode. She smiled and said, “Good morning Larry, I didn’t know you were awake,” and then continued to the bathroom.And at this moment hearing her voice got me hard again. I tip toed to the edge of the door hoping to see her in her panties again. What I saw burned in my brain forever. My mother was standing in the middle of the bedroom wearing a blue bra and girdle. I had never seen my mother with anything less than a slip and now I was seeing her in a skin tight panty girdle and a bra that gave her the look of model in my favorite reference work, the mail order catalog.The girdle had a lace panel on the front and I could clearly see the garters through the fabric. She was not wearing stockings but I knew from my catalog research that the garters would hold her stockings in place. There were panels on the sides as well and seeing it worn by a real person instead of a picture in the catalog was a dream come true.Aunt Charlotte was standing a few feet away looking at my mother and said, “I think the girdle fits perfectly Alice, but I think you should have gotten the padded bra to give you a bit more up top.” She moved close to mom and inserted her fingers inside the bra and pulled it up a bit, “the cups fit you perfectly sweetie, but that dress will just look nicer if you add a bit more up top.”My hand went to my crotch, my cock was so hard and as much as I wanted to go play with it I dared not leave. I wanted to see more, and then I did. Mom turned away from my aunt, “how about in the back?” she asked, “does it make my ass looking smaller?” Charlotte reached out and ran her hand from the waistband down across my mother girdle covered ass. “I think it really controls well and you won’t worry about any jiggle under that thin fabric.” Charlotte said as Mom turned around and looking in the mirror and pushed her hands up under her boobs turning from side to side.“I just don’t know Char,” my mom said, “I have never worn a padded bra but you may be right.” “Look Alice,” aunt Charlotte said, “that hussy is coming to visit your husband and there is no way you should not put a little extra effort into looking right, if you get my meaning?” Charlotte picked up the big mail order catalog and flipped it open to a page with the corner bent over. “You’re a B cup, what band size are you?”Out of pure reflex I raised my hand as if I was in Miss Martin’s 5th grade class, I knew the answer from peeking at Mom’s bras, she was a 34B. I felt ordu escort foolish the minute I realized my hand was in the air like I was trying to answer a question so I would see Miss Martin smile at me. Maybe she would even touch me on the shoulder again as she walked down the row of desks. I love the sound of her walking. I loved how her big boobs swayed side to side when she walked and would get lost in thoughts of what size bra she wore.“I ordered a 34B but the cups are a bit snug don’t you think?” she asked as she ran her fingers inside the cups.Charlotte looked up, “just wishful thinking Alice, it is a perfect fit. Do you like the lace cups?” she asked as she looked back at the catalog.“Is this one offered in a padded style?” Mom asked as she turned and looked at her butt in the mirror and then returned to face Charlotte, “I really want the bra and girdle to match.”“I think this is what you need to order, they have a 34C and it is not really padded like some. It says it is fiber fill,.” She said putting the catalog down and pulling her t-shirt off.I nearly fainted as I now saw Charlotte in her bra again. It was a pure white bra with pure white lace cups. “See this one,” Charlotte said stepping towards mom and pulling the cup out from her boob that swelled up like a balloon, “this is a fiber fill like the one in the catalog. I’d let you try it on but it is a 38D and wouldn’t show you much. I usually wear a 36C but this style was too tight as a 36D.”I thought she might pull that bra down further and I would see my first real bare tit, but it didn’t happen. Mom did pinch the fabric with her fingers, “I guess it isn’t like some foam rubber thing,” she said as she looked at the catalog that was lying on the bed. “I am going to order the 34C, what the hell Peter’s old girlfriend is not going to have anything over on me.” Mom said as she slipped the fancy new dress over her head and I watched as that beautiful blue bra and girdle vanished from sight.“The show is over,” I thought as I hurried to my room. My hard little cock hurt from being pinched in my jeans while I watched mom and her sister making decisions about what to wear under her new dress. I knew what they were talking about. My dad had come home a week or so ago and told mom that a woman he had dated in high school was visiting our town for a class reunion and wanted to meet him for lunch.My mom got really angry, “that hussy,” she hissed, “did you invite her?”“No, she called my work and asked for me. I told her I would talk to you, there was no way I’d meet her for lunch like she suggested. You know I don’t have any desire to be with her honey, she is just being friendly.”I won’t say they were in a fight over this but I did hear Dad agree that she could meet him here at the house and “we’ll have a cocktail.” I also heard him promise that Mom could get a new dress even though money was tight, “and everything I need to look good in that dress,” she demanded.He looked like a whipped pup before it was over and now there had been a flurry of activity getting ready for the visit. Mom had me pull out three of the old metal lawn chairs and get them cleaned up, “Put them in the front yard with that little table, there will be no tongues wagging from the snoopers, we’ll have a nice afternoon cocktail party in full sight of the neighbors.When I got in my room I stripped out of my jeans and rubbed my little cock to relieve some of the pain I was feeling. I had started getting boners a while ago and at first thought I was sick or something. But a guy at school said, “That’s just a boner, if you rub it stuff squirts out and then it feels really good.”Nothing had ever squirted out of mine but it sure felt good rubbing it and today I really needed to rub it because of the bra and girdle show I saw. I heard my mom and Charlotte in the hallway and pulled my jeans back on trying to hide my boner before they stuck their head in the door.Charlotte tapped on my door and stepped in. She always had a big smile for me and came over to hug me. I felt her boobs against me and suddenly thought, “I know what bra you are wearing and what size it is,” and my little cock hardened up again. I know she noticed it but she didn’t say anything.“Your mom and I are going to the store, are you coming with?” Charlotte said as mom stepped into my room, “put on a clean shirt Larry and for pity sakes stop in the bathroom so we don’t need to stop along the way.”I know she was looking right at the tent in my jeans and put both hands in front of me to hide it. Charlotte stepped out into the hall and mom bent over, ordu escort bayan “I don’t want to find out you have been touching yourself,” she said looking at my hands covering my boner and gave my neck a squeeze. We ended up at a clothing store and mom and Charlotte were picking out more clothes for the visit from the “hussy”. I wondered if she changed her mind about the padded blue bra. “I think this blue slip will be perfect,” Aunt Charlotte said as she held it up against her. It had lots of lace at the top and the silky fabric rippled in the store lights.I sat in a chair by the dressing room waiting and trying to get my mind off all the things that made my cock get stiff. There was a nice older lady across the aisle and she pulled a dress off the mannequin and suddenly I was hard again. The mannequin looked about the size of the girls in my class and it was now naked in front of me.The naked mannequin had boobs and I wondered if that is what bare boobs looked like. I knew of course they had nipples and this thing didn’t. She put a bra on the mannequin and a half slip. “Where is a guy supposed to look and not see things that make me hard,” I thought in my mind as I studied every detail of the bra and slip. The little bra on the mannequin was fairly plain compared to the pretty blue bra Mom was wearing today.The older lady smiled at me when she passed me and ruffled my hair with her hand as I used my hands to cover my lump in my jeans. As she passed back by me she had another bra in her hand and replaced the first with this one and I immediately knew it was padded. The mannequin immediately had bigger boobs than before.Back home Charlotte went to the guest bedroom to “freshen up,” whatever that meant and mom was on the phone and I heard her order the new bra. “Yes 34C in the fiber fill.” I tried to look uninterested in what she was saying as I walked into the kitchen where she was on the phone and I saw that catalog open in front of her.I had seen that page before and I wanted to study that page but knew it would need to wait until Mom was done. I noticed the bent over corner marking the page and knew all I needed was a few minutes to find it. When mom finished on the phone she looked at me in a strange sort of way. “Larry come over here and set down,” she said as she pulled a kitchen table chair out.“This can’t be good,” I thought as I shuffled over to the table. The catalog was lying right in front of me and as much as I tried my eyes went right to the page that I wanted to study. I know Mom saw me looking at it because she closed the catalog and pushed it to the center of the table.“Now you listen to me young man, your aunt will be here a few days and I want you to be on your best behavior,” Mom said in a stern voice, then ran her hand across my head and stopped at the back of my neck, “I am sorry,” she said in a very soft kind voice, “if I hurt you before. You just need to know that touching yourself down there is naughty and you don’t want to be a naughty boy do you?”I hung my head until my chin was on my chest, “she knew I was touching my boner,” I thought and I had no idea if I was supposed to say anything so I didn’t. With my head tilted down that way I could see up mom’s skirt and wondered if she was wearing a girdle. “What is wrong with me?” I screamed at myself in my mind, “Everything in the world is driving me crazy about this subject.”“It’s okay Larry, now go play until supper time,” she said and patted me on the shoulder. I didn’t move, my cock was hard as a rock again and I knew it would make a tent in my jeans and she would see. I hesitated and she stood pulling me up out of the chair and I was right, “hard and showing again,” I thought.Mom turned away and I went outdoors wondering just what was wrong with this boner thing and what did my friend mean about stuff shoots out of it, “was it like peeing?” I messed around outdoors for a while and when I came in I heard Aunt Charlotte talking to mom, “Alice he is starting to develop, it happens. Every young boy is curious when they start having erections. Have you talked to him about sex?’“Well no, not yet he is way too young for that.” She said in a loud whisper, “He doesn’t need to know those things yet.”“You are wrong Alice, once he knows what that little cock is for he will leave it alone, or at least jerk off and get it to stay limp for a couple hours. Has he asked you anything about it?” Charlotte asked.“No, thank goodness, I’d be so embarrassed. I don’t want my boy jerking off even if it helps him from getting so many erections.” Mom said.“Well then escort ordu Peter better talk to him, and you had be accept the fact that boys masturbate a lot.” she said and I let the door bang shut. I didn’t want “that talk.” One of my friends said his dad gave him the talk about the birds and bees and “I didn’t learn anything.” He told me.As I walked through the kitchen I could feel their eyes burning holes in me. I just wanted to be left alone and I wanted that catalog so I could study that page. This was the first time in my life when I had seen a bra and girdle on a live person that was in that book that I studied every chance I could.“Supper is in a half hour Larry, will you take that catalog into the living room so we can set the table,” Mom said in a sweet voice. I was sure she feared I heard them talking about me and my boner, “Geez, all I want is to be left alone,” I thought. This was my chance, I tried not to be too anxious as I pulled the catalog off the table and headed out of the kitchen. When I was out of sight of the kitchen I veered to the left and down the hall to my room. I hugged the catalog close to me and when I got to my room I placed it on the bed as if it was some ancient document with all the secrets of the world recorded. My cock hurt again, it was so hard and I got these funny feelings in my stomach.It was like when I was hungry yet not that. I felt like my brain would explode along with the tip of my cock that throbbed so hard. I opened the book and found the page with a couple flips of pages. There it was, the bent over corner page. I turned the corner back and noticed a white line where it had been creased. I ran my finger across the line to make it lay open flat.The beautiful woman had a blue X on her, “Mom ruined the picture, why did she need to check mark the woman?” I wondered as my fingers slid down the slick page. “I saw this girdle on my mom today,” I thought. “I saw this bra on mom today and I heard her say 34B, I knew 34B,” I murmured out loud.My boner hurt so I opened my pants and pulled it out of my cotton briefs. The tip was shiny red it was so hard. The book was inches away from my little cock tip and I did what I had never done. I pressed the tip against the cool slick page. I moved it up and down across the woman wearing the girdle, the feeling sent shivers up and down my spine.I thought of my mom wearing this bra and girdle and as I did something wonderful and horrible happened. I felt a cramp deep inside of me and I thought I was going to pee, I squeezed my shaft hard and thought I would explode, and I did.Just like my friend said, “stuff shoots out and it feels really good.” I watched as that stream of thick pearly white liquid shot out of my boner and landed on the woman’s body. Then it happened again and this time it hit the woman’s face. It happened once more and this time it was thin almost clear liquid and it soaked into the page.I had a hand on the book, holding myself up as I felt weak in my knees. I had no idea what had happened but it felt so good I wanted it to happen again. Yet there was this shock in my mind that I had ruined the picture. I grabbed a tissue from my nightstand and tried to wipe the slick page clean but the white stuff had soaked into the paper. I felt the liquid and it felt warm on my finger tips and when I rubbed it between my fingers it was slick and slimy.I knew I had done something wrong, yet there was this feeling of total relief. The tension of the day seemed to vanish, yet I stood there with my wilting cock leaving a trail of liquid on the bottom of the page. Feelings of shame filled my head and I tucked my limp cock back in my pants and shut the book. My hands were shaking as I sneaked out of my room and put the catalog on the end table in the living room.I went to the bathroom and had to pee. I looked in the mirror, “I have been a naughty boy,” I whispered and thought, “I will never touch that catalog again.” I just knew that Mom and Aunt Charlotte would know I had been naughty and hated hearing my mother’s voice, “Larry come to supper.” As I left the bathroom I saw the catalog lying where I had left it, I knew I had lied to myself, “that book holds the solution to my boners.”Another full disclosure, this story is totally made up, it never happened. Well what did happen is my use of catalogs to research my favorite topic, women’s undergarments. I read every listing, every detail. I even studied the size and measurement pages. I think by the time I was 12 or 13 I knew more about the fit, fabric, and options of bras, girdles, and panties than most woman. And I continue my research today, although the undergarments of today are a little like automobiles, they all look the same. Well with the exception of Bali Double Support Panties, my new most favorite panty in the whole wide world.
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