Torn tights

Hi, my name is Olga, I'm trans, I love worn women's underwear with a scent! It all started when I was 24, I was renting a room from Anna Nikolaevna. Anna Nikolaevna, a 42-year-old woman, married, a tall blonde with an appetizing chest that I always stared at in the morning when she and her husband were having breakfast and she was in a robe. I hadn't had sex in a long time and in this apartment, strangely, everything aroused me; I found old porn magazines and clippings all over the apartment, on the balcony, in the closet under a folded mattress, and there I also found torn black tights with white, old dried stains. My fantasies went through the roof when moans, sometimes from her husband, sometimes from her, came from the living room where they lived

and I would cum instantly imagining myself with them as a bottom.

One day they went to their dacha for three days and I wanted to get into their room, but alas, the door was locked, and after work I pleased myself with the help of magazines and the old torn black tights. On the third day they returned, the husband went to sleep and Anna went to the bathroom. Afterwards we chatted in the kitchen; she was always asking me about my personal life and looking at me with greedy eyes, but never crossed the line. Dropping a pack of cigarettes, I bent under the table while she was on the phone and I saw she wasn't wearing panties and some kind of cords were tied and something was in her vagina. I got turned on and then thought that her panties might be in the bathroom. Saying I needed a shower and to sleep, I hurried to the bathroom. Rushing into my room in a frenzy of excitement, grabbing a towel and the torn tights, I ran to the shower. Entering the bathroom, I smelled a sharp scent and saw in the basin a slightly damp black lace bra, size 4, and white transparent nylon panties with a large, worn yellow stain in the crotch. Then it dawned on me that I wanted her, or rather, I wanted to be her. While the bath was filling, I sniffed the wet panties; my cock was bursting with excitement and fantasies. I wanted to be a woman. Touching my tongue to the stain, I felt her scent but also the taste of detergent. Without delay, I put on the torn tights—they were torn in the crotch from the pubis to the anus—and lay down in the hot bath. Sniffing the panties, I caressed myself and, without noticing, slipped a finger inside and began to massage. Under the influence of the hot water, my hole quickly widened. I imagined myself in their bedroom when she was sitting with her crotch on my face and her husband was sliding his cock into my ass. Looking around the bathroom, I saw a dildo, a thin black bottle. Taking it and squatting down, I began to sit on it, first putting her panties on my face with the yellow stain against my nose. With a slight push, it entered me and I came like never before.

That's how I became trans, that's where it all started!

Saturday. Early in the morning, the husband left for his mother's for a week. We had breakfast and Anna, smiling at me, said we needed to talk, after which she went to the store. I was lying in my room, remembering her panties, stroking my cock, and fantasizing. Hearing the key in the lock, I quickly calmed down. After 15 minutes, Anna called me to the kitchen. I entered, saw a set table and vodka, sat down, didn't refuse a drink. After the third shot, she said, "Oleg, there are hidden cameras in our bathroom and toilet." I choked and blushed. "My husband and I saw what you were doing yesterday." I was stunned. "But what I mean is, my husband and I enjoy various pleasures and we have an offer for you—..."

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