Of course, Mom started wondering where I was at; by the time she found
me, I was pretty well dressed in her stuff, with a pair of gym
bloomers, then the shorts, and the blouse. I coudn't get out of them
fast enough; she busted me dead to rights in her stuff. Well instead of
getting mad, she started laughing. I turned red as the gymsuit I was
wearing! I started to take them off, stammering that I was sorry, when
she stopped me. "If you want to wear those things, Billy, be my guest!
You should ask first though". I told her I was sorry and that I would
ask her. I started to unbutton the blouse; "You may wear these around
the house if you like. You look kind of cute!" I blushed. I would love
to keep them on. They felt so good. Mom spied my clothes on the floor.
"I will wash these for you," and she picked them up. I had no choice
now!
Mom handed me my thongs. I put them on and followed her to the laundry
room. I asked her about the gym suits, and so forth. "Those are from my
high school; I was quite the jock. Played everything. Loved gym. I hope
you do too, when you get in Junior High." She turned around and held up
a pair of knickers, like panties but real thick. "I noticed that you
took your briefs off, before trying on my things. I want you to wear
these underneath, OK?" and handed them to me. They were bigger than my
boy-briefs, but with wide and strong elastic in the waist band and
legs. "Go put them on now, under the things you have on, please." I
turned for the bath room, then ran to it! I could hear her chuckling to
herself.
I closed the door, and then stripped, still amazed that I didn't get
punished. I had lost my woody, after being caught by Mom; but it
returned quickly as I pulled up the briefs that she had given me. They
were soft, not like the satin things; very stretchy, and they fit well.
They were of a soft triple-knit polyester, I figured out after looking
at the tag. They were not tight at all, but rather baggy, although the
leg and waist elastic was snug. I then pulled the gym bloomers on, then
the shorts; and again, cinched the D ring belt around my waist. I was a
big boy, kind of chubby; Mom must have been pretty slim in High School.
In other words, her stuff fit me just fine!
I looked at myself in the full length mirror again; the briefs really
made the gym suit puff out; it almost looked as if I had a diaper on!
Any other kid would have been embarrassed, but I loved it. I smoothed
the suit and enjoyed the feel of the fabric on my skin; the multiple
layers of soft polyester (in the briefs), the satin layers of the gym
bloomers and then the shorts; and the slightly scratchy feel of the
blouse. Very exciting. My penis was sticking straight out in front of
the briefs/bloomers/shorts prison; quite happy in it's erect position.
My every move brought new sensations to enjoy. I smoothed myself down
in front ("down, boy!") and opened the bathroom door. I could hear Mom
in the laundry room, starting a load in the washer. I sheepishly walked
in and tapped her on the shoulder. Mom turned and beheld, her son in
her own gym gear!
I think she must have got some pleasure out of it, perhaps reliving her
high school days; at any rate she made a big deal of how cute I looked,
and asking how the suit felt. She asked me if I liked the things I was
wearing and I nodded, enthusiastically. "Well, I will just have to make
sure these stay clean for you to wear; it's going to be a long
summer!".
She swatted me in the butt as I turned to go out and play. Of course,
the many layers of gym gear softened the blow, somewhat!
billy
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