Go to my mom's bedroom

I tried to rest my eyes, but I kept tossing and turning unable to settle myself. As I was alone with my thoughts, I began to reason with myself, the intrusive voices taking my focus and saying.

“Just go into her room and see how all those pretty, smooth fabrics feel on your skin. You went on a shopping spree yesterday, and you would love to do it again, but you should probably find out what clothes mom has before I buy anything else, no point in wasting it on something she already has?”

It was no use; I knew I couldn’t resist the temptation, and it wasn’t a matter of IF but a matter of WHEN.

I sat up on my bed and as if I was possessed, I took of my headphones and calmly walked out of my bedroom, passed our spare bedroom that was used as a guest bedroom and into the master ensuite.

I entered the spacious master closet and began looking through the many drawers, cabinets, and racks. The closet was a perfect size for two peoples’ wardrobes but considering my dad passed away before we moved into this house, my mom put most of his clothes into storage aside from a few keepsakes and used the entirety of the closet for herself.

When I opened her drawers filled with intimates, was shocked by the magnitude of the selection. From cotton to lace to sheer to silk, my mom had matching sets for nearly everything. I was surprised when I was this since I would have thought that my mom would have gone the extra step to ensure that her bra and panties were a matching set, especially since she had so many.

But yesterday she wore burgundy panties and a regular old bra,

“That’s so odd” I thought, running my fingers through a pair of purple ribbed thong. The smooth fabric ran across my fingers as they subtly pumped of the small ridges of the fabric.

“Could I be that my mom is giving up on herself? That would make sense why she put on a bit of weight, stopped grooming her pussy, upper thighs, and her general nether region. It would also explain why she didn’t put in the extra effort to match her bra and panties. For the outside world she wanted to seem composed, but deep down she was losing hope.”

I was so infatuated from all the clothes that I couldn’t even tell that this was the intrusive thoughts talking. Before long, I was creating outfits I would wear in different situations and in different places. Granted I had no experience in women’s fashion but with every article of clothes I touched I slowly became hornier and hornier as a small puddle of precum soaked into the fabric of my boxers.

I thought this would satisfy my urges, but the clothing fabrics didn’t feel the same or even as nice. The sensations that I enjoyed so much the day before were lost on my male form.