It was in the early 50’s when I was at secondary school and my cousin Sheila was at grammar school, that we two cousins used to visit each other and have fun times during our school holidays.

I loved to watch Sheila and her friends doing their handstands against a wall.  Sheila usually tucked her skirt into the waist-elastic of her knickers when she was doing this and gave us all a good, long look at her gorgeous knickers.  The girls’ knickers of the early fifties were rather like adult women’s directoire knickers.  However, instead of the lovely, long knicker-legs of their mothers’ and aunties’ knickers, the girls’ knickers had shorter legs that gripped their smooth, milky thighs well above their knees.  Sheila had told me that there were various knicker-leg lengths available, but she preferred her knickers to have their elasticated legs about three inches long during the summer months.  Then, that previous winter she had been very excited to show me that she was wearing the longer-leg knickers that she and her mother had chosen from their local underwear shop while I had watched, very red-faced, on that very embarrassing but memorable day, from behind one of the many, nearby underwear-mannequins.

I had then watched her mother choosing some lovely, pastel-coloured Directoire Knickers for herself, with Sheila and the lady behind the counter excitedly helping her.  As they held up each pair of knickers my heart leapt and thumped furiously while I studied every detail of those heavenly knickers.  I adored their long, elasticated knicker-legs, and their long, kite-shaped knicker-gusset so much that I almost passed out with joy and heart-thumping arousal.  Now and again the ladies would peer around to make sure that I was nearby, but they made no attempt to hide their knickers from me, and judging from the pitying smiles on their faces it was almost as if they wanted me to look at their knickers, and expected me to feel inferior and submissive to their superior underwear.  I was confused by all the conflicting emotions coursing through me, but of one thing I was sure, I adored their knickers and could think of nothing else but their knickers.

Eventually I was smilingly given the paper packages of knickers to carry for Sheila and her mum, and by the time we arrived at their house I was almost in a trance.  My thoughts were all knickers-thoughts as I handed over the correct packages of their knickers to Aunty Enid and Sheila. When they went off to their bedrooms my head began to fill with wonderful visions of the two females pulling up each pair of those wonderful knickers that I had earlier watched them choose so carefully and lovingly.

It was the beginning of a life-long adoration of women’s knickers and girls’ knickers.

The lads who played with us used to have little bets on what colour any girl’s knickers would be that day and we used to find out by getting the girls to do handstands for a bet of a toffee or a piece of chocolate.  Some of the girls used to keep their toffees up their knicker leg, so it was quite a thrill to win a toffee off a girl knowing it had just been near her pussy!

I was not sure whether Sheila had started her holidays, so one day I took a ride over to my Aunty Enid’s to find out.  I was very much hoping that Sheila would be at home as it was quite a while since I had seen her, and besides, I was longing to see her knickers again.  I had been remembering when we had last been on our own together at her house and she had let me feel her tits as she was thrilled that they were growing bigger.

It had not been long before that wonderful occasion that we had played the exciting game “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine”.

Sheila had pushed me back onto her bed and after a few minutes struggle she overpowered me and quickly sat on my chest.  With her skirt over my face I could see nothing but part of her white-knickered bottom.  I couldn't believe how quickly she had my summer shorts off over my feet and I heard them land in the distance.  She obviously liked my underpants because there was silence for a moment while she looked at them and my throbbing cock lying semi-hard under their y-front.  

“Hmm, nice white underpants,” she murmured, running her fingers all over them. 

Then she slipped her fingers in through their soft little entrance and within a few seconds she had slowly taken my semi-hard cock out of the front of my soft, white, cotton underpants and was fondling it with some curiosity.  Then quite quickly it had fully stiffened in her hand and she had been startled, and then very thrilled with it.  I stared as she raised her skirt up to show me a long glimpse of her knickers.  Then to my amazement she had begun to tell me how to slowly take down her knickers.  She was wearing a wonderful pair of her full-fitting, white knickers.  They were her summer knickers with their shorter knicker-legs, and with their lovely, puckered knicker-elastic holding them snugly onto her long, smooth thighs.  I was spell-bound, trembling and very aroused while she held onto my stiff, throbbing cock, but I managed to slide my hands up to the elastic-waist of her knickers.  I moaned and gulped with emotion as I began to slowly ease down her knicker-elastic, bringing her soft knickers with it.

“Oooh, my knickers,” she gasped, gently squeezing my throbbing cock.  “That feels wonderful.  Go on Brian, hold my lovely white knickers,” she blurted.  “Look at my knickers.  Take my knickers down a bit more.  I want you to take my knickers down, Brian.  Go on, further down, more.  They feel wonderful coming down my legs, Brian”.

By that time I, too, was gasping, but with confused excitement and with the feel of her wonderful, soft knickers in my hands.

“Look at my pussy, Brian.  Do you like what you see?” she gasped in a strange voice.
I couldn't say anything, and just gazed between the tops of her well-spread thighs where her lovely white knickers were just peeling away from her open pussy.

“Oh Sheila, it’s beautiful,” I gasped, staring at its protruding shapeliness now uncovered except by the thin covering of her pale, wispy hairs.

“You are the very first to take down my knickers and look at my pussy,” she whispered sexily.  “Take a good, long look at it as you will have to earn the next look at it,” she smiled and squeezed my throbbing cock.

I stared closely at her lowered knickers and at her pussy, but when I went to press my lips to her pussy-lips she pushed my head away, saying sharply, “No, but you can pull up my nice, soft knickers for me, and you must pull them up properly, too”.
I dare not say anything as she was squeezing my cock surprisingly hard, and I let out a little moan as I started to ease her knickers slowly up over her thighs, and then I watched as her beautiful, pink  pussy disappeared into her white knickers.   She moved her thighs a little as her knickers found their way onto her pussy, and she moaned, “Mmmm, yes, Brian, I love your hands on my knickers.  You may kiss my lovely knickers before you pull them right up, yes, yes, kiss my knickers, Brian,” she moaned again, and I could tell that she loved having her knickers fondled and played with, just as I loved to see and kiss, and fondle them.  I adored her knickers more than anything I'd ever seen before, and I almost sobbed as I buried my face into her beautiful, white knickers and blurted, “Oh Sheila, I love your knickers.”

She responded by whispering, “That’s good, Brian as I love to have my knickers fondled and loved, and taken down and pulled up again and again,” and she writhed her body with the pleasure of having her knickers being pulled slowly right up to her waist.  She then told me to hold up her skirt and watch how she liked to have her knickers pulled up properly.  I did so and watched enraptured as she lowered her knickers down to her thighs and started to pull them up again.  I could see that anything to do with Sheila’s knickers was a pure art, and she spoke in a very excited whisper as she explained all about the pleasures she enjoyed with her knickers.  With the last gentle snaps of her leg-elastics, and a final caress of her knickers, she told me to look and learn, and then to lower her skirt-hem to cover her wonderful, white knickers.

“Mummy will be here in a minute,” she whispered as she finally managed to put my stiff cock away into the softness of my white underpants.  Her face was very red when, giving me a penetrating stare, she lifted her skirt well up and did a slow twirl right around so that I could look at her beautiful, big white knickers all the way from their gently-gripping knicker-leg elastics up past her rounded bottom and the wonderful bulge of her pussy, right up to their puckered waist-elastic firmly gripping her waist.  She blushed as she allowed me to stare at her knickers for a few glorious, unforgettable moments, before quickly dropping her skirt to cover them.  Then, both very red-faced, we quickly scuttled downstairs just in time to see her mum approaching in the distance.

It was a Friday afternoon when I went on my bicycle to see if Sheila was at home.  Aunty Enid told me that her daughter was on her last day at school and would be home early ‘if I wanted to stay’.  I eagerly accepted her offer and my Aunty made a drink and gave me a piece of cake whilst I waited.  Shortly though, I felt the need to go to the bathroom and asked my Aunty if it was ok to go upstairs.

“Of course you can,” she said. “You remember where it is, at the top of the stairs”.

I was soon in the bathroom, with the door shut.  When I came out I noticed that there was a linen basket on the landing that I had not noticed on the way to the bathroom, and there, dangling over the top was the silky leg of what must be a pair of knickers.  Everything was quiet and I assumed my Aunty was still downstairs in the kitchen, so, with my heart thumping, I pulled the silky item of underclothing out of the basket and saw that it was indeed a pair of big, silky, pale blue Directoire knickers.  My eyes suddenly went misty and I trembled all over.

The knickers felt slightly warm to my touch as I gently fondled that beautiful item of ladies intimate underwear.  I soon realized that the knickers were too big for my cousin Sheila so assumed they must be my Aunty’s knickers.  Their knicker-gusset was slightly moist and stained through being worn recently, and I could not resist lifting the knickers up to my nose and inhaling the wonderful, womanly odour they gave off.  Then I buried my face into them and was immediately immersed in knickers-heaven, quite forgetting that Aunty Enid could appear at any time.

I had always had a deep fascination about ladies knickers.  It was always the done thing to try to see up the skirts of our lady teachers at Junior School, to see what colour of knickers they were wearing that day.  Being wartime and then just afterwards when I was at Junior School, the teachers were usually wearing the heavier sort of directoire knickers.  However, there was one rather well-to-do lady who nearly always wore shiny, silky knickers.  She always wore a different pair of pastel-coloured knickers each day, and sometimes she wore a pair of pure-white knickers, which some of the girls liked the best of all.  She was a stern but friendly teacher, and seemed to enjoy sitting on the front desk where we could all easily see up her skirt, and we gazed in awe at her beautiful, well-displayed knickers.  Sometimes we saw her stocking-tops and suspenders, especially through her thin, white knickers.

I had seen many pairs of knickers in various ways, but until this moment I had never actually held a pair of women’s directoire knickers in my hand.

The lovely, pale blue knickers felt absolutely heavenly in my hands and just as I took in another breath of the womanly aroma of the previous wearer I was shocked to suddenly hear the angry voice of my Aunty who had just walked out of the front bedroom.

“Just what do you think you are doing with my knickers, young man?”  She stared at me, and then at her knickers.  “Do you always go around sniffing at women’s worn knickers and handling them like that, you nasty little boy?”

I was too shocked and stunned, and much too frightened to do anything, so I just stood there, transfixed, and still holding my Aunty’s big, very personal knickers to my face with both hands.

I tried to get out my apologies, but I had been caught red-handed and could do nothing except to stammeringly repeat several times that I was sorry.  My face was red with embarrassment and even at fifteen years old I was nearly in tears.

“I shall be telling your mother as soon as I see her, and let her deal with you,” she snapped.

“No, no, please don’t do that,” I begged, tears now streaming down my face.  “Please Aunty, don’t tell my Mother.  I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to stammer.

My Aunty looked at me long and hard, and then she stared at her knickers still clutched to my face as I tried to hide behind them.

After a few, very long moments she said, “Very well.  If you are prepared to take your punishment from me, then I might decide to forgive you, and not mention it to your mother”.

My face must have shown my enormous relief, so she went on, “However, Brian, I shall never be able to forget that you stole a pair of my private, intimate knickers from me, and worse still, you actually had your face buried deep into my knickers.  Goodness knows what you would have done with them if I had not come upon the scene in time to rescue them, my best directoire knickers, from your wicked activities”.

She continued to stare at me and at her knickers, and then asked, “Are you sure that you want to take your punishment from me?”

I almost sobbed into her knickers as I blurted, “Yes, Aunty”.  I expected that she would give me a spanking, and make me do some extra chores in the garden, or something, and I knew I could take a spanking to escape my Aunty telling my mother.

“Are you sure?” she asked, and as I began to become aware of how important her knickers were to her, I gasped, “Yes, Aunty, I will take your punishment if you are not going to tell my mother.  Please don’t ever tell her,” I implored, tearfully.

“Very well.  Now take my knickers from your face and hand them to me.”  As she took them from me I suddenly felt much more vulnerable than when I was clutching her knickers, and I trembled with fear and emotion.  I needed to be holding her wonderful knickers, but she held them just out of my reach.

“Give me your tie,” she ordered in a very no-nonsense voice.

My trembling fingers managed to take off my school tie and she snatched it from me.  Before I had realised it, she had quickly bound my wrists firmly together in front of me.  Then I watched, amazed, as she took the belt from her dressing gown that was hanging over the banister railing, and expertly tied me, around my waist, to the strong, old banister post.  I was too scared to struggle and just stood there, very red-faced as she ‘lectured’ me about how a lady’s knickers were very personal and private, and that naughty boys should not look at ladies knickers in any circumstances.

“But you appear to like smelling Auntie’s knickers, so I am going to make you smell them for as long as I think fit, young man,” she murmured as she took her silky blue Directoire knickers in her hand, and then, taking hold of their elastic waistband, she held them up and gazed at them very thoughtfully.  She looked at them all over, front and back, and holding them even higher she looked closely at their legs, and then their leg-elastics one by one.  Examining her knickers seemed to take an age and I'd never imagined that a woman would be so entranced by her own knickers.  It was almost as if I was not there, especially when she pressed them to her face.  Then she said from behind her knickers, “Hmmm, this is a pair of my best knickers as I thought.  Well, Brian, if you damage them at all you will have to suffer a further punishment, after which you will come with me and buy me some more knickers from your pocket money,” she said in a firm, thoughtful voice.

I quickly blurted, “I would never hurt your knickers, Aunty, I promise that I’ll never, never do anything to hurt your knickers,” and I almost sobbed with emotion as she gazed at me saying the word ‘knickers’ so emotionally.  For a moment her face went soft and loving again, and she whispered to me as if in great confidence, “It’s good that you will respect my knickers, dear.  I don’t have enough of these lovely silky knickers even now, so I would be very upset if you did anything at all to hurt them.  Promise me you will take care of my knickers, dear,” and she looked into my red, embarrassed face as I blurted, “I’ll take care of your knickers, Aunty.  I’ll always care for your knickers,” and another little sob of ‘knickers-emotion’ burst from deep inside me.

Even in my confused state, I was aware that her voice went soft and low each time she said the word ‘knickers’, and now she seemed to like repeating ‘knickers,’ almost to herself while she attended to my humiliation.  She arranged her knickers until she had the elastic of one leg open.  She then slid the elasticated leg over my bound hands and started to carefully pull their leg up my arms until they were fully encased from wrists to shoulder in her silky knicker-leg.  I was too stunned and confused to say anything at all, and just watched her with a mesmerised look on my face as she leaned down, undid my belt and let my trousers slide to the floor.  “Well at least you are wearing nice, white cotton underpants,” she murmured thoughtfully.  “Y-front underpants, too.  That’s good, as we now have some nice, white underpants to look at, don’t we, Brian?”

I was so embarrassed that I stared at the floor, unable to say anything but, “Yes, Aunty”.

I had never felt so vulnerable and humiliated in my life, and then it suddenly occurred that she had said “We will look at your underpants, and not ‘I’, and I trembled as I remembered that Sheila may arrive before I was released from Aunty’s knickers.  Would she really allow her daughter to see her cousin in such a shameful and humiliating situation?  And then my whole, disbelieving attention became focused on what Aunty was doing, for she was opening out the waist-elastic of her knickers.  Then she pulled her knickers carefully up over my head and shoulders until my face was up against their damp, double-thickness gusset.  The other leg of her knickers was now above my head and she gave this a couple of twists, and then she doubled the elasticated end of the leg back down over my head and let the elastic snap down so that it was securely around my neck.

“Oh Aunty,” I gasped, and gave a little sob of shame and humiliation.  But I got no more sympathy from her, and instead she pressed her knicker-gusset all over my face with a little giggle of pleasure.

“Now young man, you can breathe in the smell of my nice, blue knickers until your cousin Sheila gets home.  Perhaps you won’t want to smell Aunty’s knickers any more after a few hours in your knickers-prison,” she said ominously, touching and stroking her knickers here and there.

“I have to go out for a while, so I’m leaving a note for Sheila, explaining to her what you have been doing with my nice big knickers.  She can let you out when she thinks you have been punished enough”.  Then she added, “I’m hiding your other clothes so that Sheila will be able to keep you under her control in your underpants.  She, too, likes white knickers and white underpants, so I’m sure she will enjoy looking at your nice, white Y-front underpants,” and then, standing close behind me, she put her hands on my underpants waist-elastic and gently eased my pants up a bit, before feeling them all over.  “Mmm, yes, such nice, soft underpants, but I shall have a proper look at them when I get back”.

From within my knickers-prison I pleaded with her not to let Sheila see me like this but she said it was part of my punishment.  I felt her putting my leather belt around me with the buckle at the back, and pull it tight, and I knew that it must have been looped through the wrought iron eye on the post.  Now I was really vulnerable to Sheila’s attentions and I prayed that she would be late after all.

Soon, I heard Aunty Enid go out of the house and I was left wondering what excuse I was going to have to give to my Cousin to explain the predicament I was in.  The stillness of the empty house let me concentrate on the wonderful knickers-aromas in which my face was unavoidably immersed.  I was a secure prisoner of a pair of my Aunty’s gorgeous, blue, directoire knickers, and there was no escape.  The sensations started to make my cock harden and I was soon aching with a rampant erection inside my exposed, white underpants, but I dared not even try and wriggle free and escape my punishment.  I instinctively knew that the penalty for escape would be very serious, so I tried to steel myself for the awful humiliation that I was convinced would soon consume me from top to toe.

It must have been about 15 minutes later when I heard the door open and after a little while the unmistakable footsteps of my cousin Sheila coming upstairs.   It was impossible to see through the double gusset of the knickers inside which I was securely imprisoned, so I could only feel her presence beside me.  Nothing was said for a couple of minutes as she examined me all over.  Then, “Who’s been a naughty boy then?” she crowed at me.  “Been sniffing at dirty knickers, have we?”  Then she rubbed her hand over her mum’s knickers pushing the wet knicker-gusset up against my face.

Sheila was two years older and also somewhat bigger and stronger than me.

“Getting a sexy thrill out of this are you Brian?  Is it giving you a stiffy?” and with that she grabbed at the front of my exposed, Y-front underpants making me yelp like a puppy.

“My, we have got a hard-on in our underpants, haven’t we?  She gave my cock a squeeze and said, “You just stay there thinking about what is going on around you, and all you can do is hear and not see anything”.

I heard her go into her bedroom nearby and after a few moments she said sexily, “I’m undressing, Brian.  I’m going to take off my uniform.  I’m taking my blouse off now, and now I’m taking off my skirt”.  I heard her give a little giggle when she said, “Now I’m stood here in just my knickers and brassiere, Brian.  Bet you wish you could see me, don’t you?  I bet you would  just love to see my stiff nipples poking through my brassiere, and my bottle green school knickers sticking to my hot, moist cunt, don’t you?”

Of course I did.  I could see her in my mind’s eye in just her nice, white bra and a pair of her full-fitting, regulation, bottle green school knickers, and my cock was throbbing stiffly at the thought.  But I couldn't touch it and managed instead to rub it against the post.  “Ooooh,” I moaned, and gasped at the touch of my soft cotton underpants against my rigid cock and aching balls.

Sheila was going on, “I’m taking off my bra and jiggling my tits in front of you.  Want a suck, cousin?  Sorry, you can’t, can you!” she teased.  “Now I’m sliding my knickers down my legs and pulling my cunt open for you.  It’s all wet and sticky after running from the bus stop and now seeing you undressed and exposed in your white underpants.  Oooh, cousin, dear, I can see your Y-front underpants, and here am I with my knickers down on my thighs.  You could see my hot, open cunt if you did not have mummy’s knickers over your face.  How would you like that, cousin Brian?  You could have taken my knickers down for me like you did before, but I’m going to have a wash now, and give my cunt a special playing with before I put on a fresh pair of knickers, Brian.  Will you watch me playing with my fresh, white knickers, cousin?  They are lovely knickers to play with, and now I have my knickers over my face like you.  Mmm, they are gorgeous knickers, and now I’m having a wash of my hot cunt”.

I could hear the water running and my head was filled with wonderful images of my cousin playing with her cunt with her knickers over her head.”

I let out a moan of desperate frustration, and my cock twitched and throbbed terribly.

“Please Sheila, come and let me go now.  I want to see your knickers and things,” I groaned, but she simply giggled and said, “Oh no, you don’t get free until I say so”.

The toilet flushed and then a few moments later she was beside me again.  “I've still got my knickers on my face, but I can see through my knicker-legs.  They’re my short-leg knickers, Brian, but I've brought my school knickers for you to touch,” and suddenly in my hands I could feel what were definitely the warm softness of her knickers.  I clasped them lovingly, hardly able to contain my joy, and I longed to see them.  But that was not to be, and when she came closer I wondered if she had really stripped off or was she just teasing me. 

Then she took her knickers back.  “I want my nice school knickers,” she murmured, and then she raised my bound hands up and placed them directly on her tits. 

“Ooooh,” I moaned with surprise and joy, and yes, they were naked and she let me feel them for a few seconds before taking my hands down between her legs and rubbing them up and down her hairy pubes.  I tried to slip a finger into her but she pulled away saying “Naughty boys don’t get treats”. 

There was silence for a few moments, and I was confused.  Then she put my hands high up onto her face and I felt the unmistakable feel of her soft knickers covering it.  “There”, she said, “I told you I have my knickers over my head and face.  I often do that in bed and pretend that you are kissing me through my knickers, Brian.  Would you like to kiss me through my lovely, white knickers, Brian?” she asked, her voice low and sexy.  “My knickers feel so nice on my face.  Here, feel my knicker-legs hanging from my face, Mmmm, they are such lovely, soft white knickers, Brian.  And now I want to put my knickers on”.

I listened and heard the slither of her knickers coming off over her head, and then she leaned against me for support to step into their elasticated legs.  “Mmmm, these are such lovely knickers,” she murmured as she pulled them slowly up, and I remembered when I had watched her pulling up her knickers the year before.  I heard the snaps of her knicker-elastics and then she stood up and put her arm around my waist and rubbed against me.  “Mmmm, I can feel your lovely white underpants rubbing against my knickers, cousin dear.  Underpants and knickers rubbing together, lovely white pants, look, Brian, look at our lovely pants touching and rubbing,” and she writhed her body all over my bottom and wherever she could get to me, and then I felt her hand on my cock through my underpants.  “Oooh, cousin dear, your cock is so stiff and hard.  What a pity you can't touch it and play with it,” she teased.  “Now I have my knickers on I’m going to put on my lacy bra”.
While she did so, she went on about how sexy her knickers felt and how they were a snug fit on her cunt.  “Mmmm, I do love to feel my knickers hugging my cunt,” she said, sexily, and it looks so nice in these white knickers.  Mmmm, white knickers and white underpants look wonderful together, Brian.  What a pity you can’t see them,” she teased.  “Now I shall go and look at myself in the mirror and rub my cunt through my knickers; it’s itching for a nice deep rubbing.  I have my used knickers to play with too, and mmmmm, they do smell nice,” and as I heard her breathing them in, my cock was so stiff and throbbing that it almost hurt with its every movement against my soft, teasing underpants. 

I was in an incredibly exciting daze, and becoming somewhat disorientated, too, but hearing the heavy breathing noises from her bedroom I could imagine what she was doing, and I moaned in frustration.  If it was not for my Aunty’s wonderful knickers over my face I would have gone mad, but taking in deep breaths through her wonderful knicker-gusset occupied me until suddenly Sheila was beside me, and stroking my underpants all over.  She said nothing but I could feel that she really did love my soft, white underpants.  And then I felt her releasing the two belts that were holding me securely to the post.  Suddenly I was free from the post, and, holding the strong waist-elastic of my y-fronts, she led me into her bedroom.  She guided me to lie back on her bed, while still holding onto my underpants waistband.  I had already felt that she liked holding my underpants, and then I could feel her breath as she leaned over me.  “Mmmm, I can see your nice, white, Y-front underpants,” she murmured, fondling them around their wide, white waist-elastic.  “Did mummy make you undress so that we could see what underpants you are wearing?  Mummy likes white cotton underpants, and I do too.  Are you embarrassed that I am looking at your exposed, white, Y-front underpants, Brian?” 

Luckily for me she did not make me admit that I was very embarrassed indeed, but, blushing crimson in my knickers-prison, I heard her murmuring almost to herself; “I do like your underpants, cousin Brian.  They are lovely and soft, just like my knickers, mmmmm, yes, I love seeing our white knickers and underpants together,” and she slithered around so that our pants were pressing together.  “Oooh, ‘pants to pants’ look lovely together, and I felt her hands caressing and fondling her knickers and my underpants, causing me to moan with pleasure.  But she ignored me, and instead got up and knelt astride my legs.  She must have been staring at our pants, and then said, “My, you have got a nice, big, hard cock inside those nice underpants, ” she said as she carefully traced the little seams of the inverted Y of my pants.  “Y-front underpants,” she murmured.  “I love to see a pair of pure-white Y-front underpants and play with them, so you’ll just have to lie there and take it,” and she wriggled her knickered bottom onto my thighs, trapping them against her very securely.  I could even feel where the softness of her knicker-legs ended and the smoothness of her hot, naked thighs began, and it all felt so wonderful that I moaned with pleasure, even though her gentle fingers playing with the front of my underpants were becoming almost too much for my throbbing cock.  Soon I felt her fingers exploring the little Y entrance to my pants and then I gasped into Aunty’s knicker-gusset as the tips of her fingers at last touched the naked flesh of my cock. 

“Oooh, it’s going to be fun getting that stiff cock of yours out through the front of your lovely pants, but I shall do it in the end,” she murmured while she twisted my cock to one side to make a start.  Then very cleverly she eased the waist-elastic of my pants away until the rounded head of my cock started to enter the little ‘cock-place’, as she smilingly called it.  She carefully re-arranged my underpants elastic onto my tummy, and then began to draw the stiff shaft of my cock slowly, bit by bit out, through until the whole length of my rampant cock was all outside of my underpants, and I let out a long, groaning moan of intense pleasure.  Then she wriggled forward a bit, and said ‘”Your cock is very close to my open, wet cunt, cousin dear.  I bet you’d love to thrust it inside, wouldn't you?” and she wriggled a bit more.  I could feel her warm, soft knickers on my cock, and I was moaning as I tried to thrust it at her knickered cunt, but she pulled it away and started to slowly wank my cock, drawing her hand gently up and down its full length, saying, “You seem to love the feel of women’s and girls’ knickers so much, I have a surprise for your cock”. 

I could not see anything as my head was still enveloped in her mum’s long, silky blue Directoire knickers, so my imagination was running wild wondering what she had in store for me.  She was still sitting on my thighs, facing me, and with her strong expert fingers she bent my cock back slightly, and then I felt something soft and silky brush the tip of my cock as it slid up her thigh.  Suddenly, as she held my cock against her thigh, I felt the elastic of her knicker-leg snap against it, and my cock was securely trapped inside her knicker leg.  My rampant cock was actually inside my cousin’s lovely, white knickers!  My head was trapped inside her Mother’s silky directoire knickers, and my cock was trapped inside her silky-feeling knickers.  I nearly passed out, overcome with emotional and sexual arousal, but I managed to thrust my cock up inside her knickers so far that I felt it touch her hot, juicy cunt.  She quickly grabbed it from going inside, and instead, she rubbed her hand up and down the whole length of my cock through the softness of her knickers.

“How does that feel Brian, with your head inside my mum’s knickers and your cock inside mine?  Which one of us would you like to stick your cock into?  Do you fancy my mum’s big, juicy cunt or my tight, young cunt?”  She seemed to like saying those naughty sex-words.

I was much too overcome to answer coherently, and I heard myself yelling that I wanted her cunt and her mum’s cunt, and their knickers, and within a few more seconds of her expertly wanking hand I cried out as my cum began to flow up my cock, and the first big spurt burst into her knickers.  On and on it spurted until it was jerking, empty and exhausted along her wet thigh.  She let me lie there for a few moments before getting up and taking down her wet, sticky knickers.  “Stay there while I wash your cum off my leg,” she ordered in a bossy voice.

By the time she had returned I had recovered a bit, and was sitting up.  She removed her mum’s knickers from my head and released my hot, blushing face.  Then I was stunned to see that she had no knickers on.  “Oh Sheila,” I gasped.  “Your cunt is beautiful, and -----,”  But she immediately ordered me off to wash myself, saying, “Silly boy, you have blown your chance of getting your cock in there, now that you have cum so quickly.  Never mind, you’ll know not to pinch my mum’s knickers next time.”

While I was washing I suddenly realised that Aunty Enid had hidden my clothes, and I could not get dressed.  I felt terribly embarrassed having to return to Sheila’s room with my underpants on full display, and she made great fun of me.  She was just pulling a fresh pair of white knickers up under her skirt, and took her time fondling them out of my sight, except for some frustrating little glimpses, and already my cock was stiffening in my pants.

She noticed, naturally, and made fun of it and my exposed Y-front underpants.  It was even worse when she handed me her mum’s knickers and told me to hold them and look after them until she said I could put them down.  “Come on, hold her knickers up properly by their waist-elastic so that we can see them,” she teased, and I dared not disobey in case my Aunty should punish me in front of Sheila.  Besides, my cousin seemed to have a strange power over me and I dared not disobey her, either.

She dragged me downstairs and into the garden, and all the time I was holding up her mum’s long, blue directoire knickers.  I loved them, but that made it all the more embarrassing as Sheila knew that I loved her knickers and her mum’s knickers, and I was feeling more and more shamed and humiliated as the minutes passed.  She kept drawing attention to my ridiculous state of undress, while she emphasized that she was fully dressed.  She made me walk around so that she could watch my underpants and see my stiffness inside them as the softness of my pants teased the swelling end of my cock.
“How shameful you are, cousin Brian, walking around in your underpants,” she gloated.  “Mum will enjoy watching you, and she will enjoy seeing that you are looking after her lovely knickers so well.  Come on, hold her knickers up higher so that the neighbours can see a naughty boy in his Y-front underpants”.

I was suddenly afraid, very afraid, and lowered Aunty’s knickers down to cover my underpants, not aware that I looked even more ridiculous like that.  Sheila immediately yelled at me, “Hold mummy’s knickers right up for me or you will have them over your head again, and I think she will cane your underpants for you”. 

And that is how I was when Aunty Edith arrived home, still walking around my wicked cousin, with Aunty’s knickers held neatly up in front of my face where I was forced to study their frontal detail from their waist-elastic to their elasticated legs.

“Well, Sheila darling, you have done well to keep the naughty boy in order,” she said approvingly.  “I hope he gave you some amusement?” she asked, and my cousin whispered at length in her ear.

“Really?” she asked.  “Well I never, what a good idea,” and she looked approvingly down at the front of my underpants.  “Well, he seems to be stiffening in his nice, white underpants again, but I suppose he should get off home now.

While Sheila fetched my clothes, Aunty Enid spoke softly to me.  She took her knickers gently from my hands, saying, “Next time you want a pair of my knickers to play with you must ask me, but there will always be a forfeit to pay, dear.  I shall certainly take away your outer clothes again, so be warned!”

The experiences have stayed with me ever since, and I still love the sight and feel of Directoire Knickers.