As a follower of upskirting, my own mother was the one who introduced me to this fetish. My mother used to be someone who dressed in formal attire for work every day, which consisted of a business style white shirt and a short, fitted skirt. She would wear skirts in various colors paired with a blazer like black, gray, khaki, and more. She didn’t wear stockings, but her legs were just as smooth, fair, and slender.
I first learned about the act of upskirt from some storylines in comic books. When I got home, my mother was always in the kitchen preparing dinner as usual. She had a habit of changing out of her work clothes only after finishing the preliminary dinner preparations, and then she would cook and eat with the family. So, I would watch her from behind, her slender thighs visible beneath her fitted skirt, which compelled me to grab a piece of small mirror and quietly approach her from behind. I reached in, and through the reflection, I saw my mother’s white panties beneath her skirt. From that moment on, I fell in love with upskirt view.
Every evening when I came home, chatting with my mother in the kitchen about the day’s events became a habit of mine for many years. In my mother’s eyes, I was the thoughtful son who kept her company in the kitchen, but secretly, I was indulging in the pleasure of peeking up the beauty of her skirts every night. When the mirror got too boring, I would lean down to get a better look. I liked every pair of her panties. I even went so far as to secretly rummage through her drawer before her evening shower, selecting my favorite panties to place on top, so that the next day I could see them beneath her skirt. This habit continued until many years later when my mother gained weight and her figure changed, and she basically stopped wearing skirts altogether. However, the desire to peek beneath skirts had already laid a solid foundation in my heart.
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