Aunt Becky, What Is This Thing For?

I have previously explored her nightstand, linen closet, and panty drawer. These areas gave me so many erections and orgasms, it was like I had become addicted to touching and feeling everything.

I was getting hard as hell on the bus coming home from school. I knew what my target was and just thinking about what I was going to do gave me a certified rock-hard penis. (Remember; Aunt Becky taught me to use the proper names for boy and girl parts.)

Today’s target was the top drawer of her dresser. I had scoped it out a bit during my last adventure but was way too excited by her panties I had to rush to Finnish myself in the bathroom.

Today I decided to be naked as I had to disappear my soiled sweatpants from the previous adventure.

I slowly opened the wide top drawer almost reverently. My eyes were treated to four rows of bras, each one folded with one cup in the other and all the straps underneath thus presenting about 20 pointed delightful items. An old shoe box full of stockings and garters, and a white plastic case, that I would later find out was her latex diaphragm. There were also and a row of girdles, in white, beige, and black, and even a corset. I could identify these because I was a big fan of the Sears big book, and I would masturbate while looking at the lingerie pages frequently. Since she and my dad were big into Ballroom dancing there was a multitude of colors and styles.

The pink satin one drew my hand to it. It was cool to the touch. The green lace one next to it felt a bit scratchy. The powder blue one was a combination of both satin and lace. I decided that it needed more investigation, so I picked it up, carefully noting how it was folded. My heart was hammering so hard in my chest I could feel it pulsating in my ears and my penis was throbbing up and down as well.

I unfolded it and held both cups in my hand. There were stiff areas at the bottom of the cups and all the straps hung down. I spotted a tag on the wide back strap. It read Vanity Fair 36-B. There were 4 metal hooks and eyes.

Speaking of eyes, I looked beyond my hands and noticed the full mirror.

It was like I was drawn by an unknown force, after a bit of fumbling around I figured out the shoulder straps and slid them up my arms. I reached around to hold the back straps together after I figured out that there was no chance of me hooking the back.

I turned sideways to the mirror. I admired myself, and it was lucky for me, as I auto ejaculated for the second time in my life.

I had fully intended to explore her hosiery and more but now I had to clean up the floor and make sure I placed the bra in the drawer the exact way I found it.

I had never heard the word “crossdressing” or had anyone explain it to me. It just happened. I felt very guilty and I was going to have to ask Aunt Becky about what happened.

Aunt Becky. What is this thing for?

After discovering the white plastic case hidden in the bottom of her shoe box full of nylons, I was already 100% hard. Always careful to note the position it was in I picked it up gently. The letters ‘H’ and ‘R’ were raised on the cover.

It rattled a little, but was not very heavy like her powder compacts, and it was much larger. Cautiously I opened it to find out what was rattling.

When I found the little catch the lid came open. There was a tan latex bubble thing with writing on the edge. It said Koromex 75. I sniffed it and it was heavenly. Much more intense than the gloves I stole from Becky to jack off in, and way better than Mom's yellow dishwashing gloves. But I was still clueless as to its use.

Since Aunt Becky had always told me to confide in her and I trusted her completely after my crossdressing episode with mom’s bra that day, I decided to pay her a visit.

When I knocked on the screen door and announced myself, I heard her yell, “I am in the kitchen, come on in.”

I have always been turned on by her and now I was watching her ass jiggle a bit as she washed dishes.

“What’s on your mind today young man”?

“Well, I want to ask you something, but you got to promise that your sister never finds out.”

“Young man, I take it that you have been snooping around in her underwear again?”

“Well, sort of.”

“So what did you discover that isn’t in the Sears catalog?”

“It was a tan rubber bubble looking thing in a white plastic case.”

Becky burst out laughing loudly and then hushed herself.

“I’m sorry, I'm so so sorry. Please forgive me.”

She turned around to look at me and her face was bright red. Mine felt red as well.

“That thing is called a vaginal diaphragm. It is used during sex to keep your mom from getting pregnant. She puts it into her vagina with a spermicidal jelly to kill the sperm cells before they can get to her eggs. I think it is time that you have another sex education lesson my man.”

“But you already taught me the birds and bees thing.”

“Well, there is a lot more to it than that. It is called ‘Contraception’. Something that you will need to know soon. As soon as you start dating.”

That day Becky showed me condoms and how to put them on, as well as showing me her diaphragm which was snow white and a size 70. She further mentioned how in the olden days, women would douche and put all kinds of things up their vaginas to prevent pregnancy. She even told me that they were working on a pill to take that prevented ovulation so that the diaphragm would not be needed. Then she told me about V.D. and all the bad things that could happen. Sex was scary, so I was happy to play with myself for many years after that. I was a late bloomer so to speak but I visited mom’s diaphragm often.

And I even found Becky’s on two occasions. That caused a massive eruption into one of her latex gloves lubricated with body lotion. You know I had to sniff it.

And I did.

I think that now, twenty years later, that she may have known about what it did to me.