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it was like that for us. i was early on around eight going into the laundry hamper to see my mom's undergarments. my fascination with her undies grew into sniffing and rubbing against them until i began to put them on when i was alone when mom was at work. and yes as she learned that i was sexually aroused by wearing her clothes she decided that we should embrace those feelings. she brought me into a relationship that lasted for decades into her elder years and three husbands, two of whom were clueless to our arrangement and the other an avid participant
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