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This one's for you, Spandexman: one of my favorites from Brenda/Mary Lou. Here she fantasizes about an affair with Nancy Kulp, who played Jane Hathaway on "Beverly Hillbillies." Nancy's real middle name was also "Jane"...and you know how I love messy women with that name! There's some glaring time inconsistencies (for example, "Hillbillies" was canceled before Kulp turned 50), also, but still a great story.
“Hello”
Posted by Mary on October 22, 2001
1 am impressed. How long has this site been here? I have been playing around with computers for years. A friend of mine gave me this address. She has been here for a long time. I've known her since high school. We both have a common pleasure.
I notice most of the posts are by males. This fits. The numbers of people into this are even, just men do more talking. I do both. I always have. Most people have no idea the person standing next to them or behind them is wearing a huge turd in their pants. Years ago I stood behind an older woman at Von's. When she bent over her cart to put something on the counter I saw a very familiar sight. Where a valley should show on her bottom a crude bulge became outlined as her skirt tightened. After several bends it was obvious to me. When she finally stood upright I smiled at her. She knew I knew. I took her hand and placed it on my bottom secretly, hidden by the next counter. I felt her squeeze my own bulging secret. I then felt hers. She waited for me in the parking lot. I was hot and so was she. I was about twenty-five and she was fifty.
Her house was empty when we got there. It smelled old. She didn't flaunt her money but she had it. She was an actress and played on Beverly Hillbillies. Her real name was Nancy. She had an interesting tape collection. In it were tapes where she was showing a turd bulge on her bottom. It was hot. I now look forward to seeing reruns so I can watch for her secret shots. Nancy told me, that like me, she had been into messing her pants as far back as she can remember. She picked it up on her own, where I learned it from my mom. She was fascinated by that.
As a young child, I vividly remember mom undressing as I sat in the tub bathing. I remember seeing the seat of her girdle bulging and stained brown and a wet stain extending up front. Sometimes the brown stain went nearly to the top of the back and sometimes the wet stain in front opened to cover both legs. She seemed to be totally indifferent about it.
People talk about stink. I really only remember the smell of stale coffee. My mom messed her pants every day as far back as I remember. When I was about eight at a 5 & 10 in Mt Holly New Jersey, where we lived, I had to go to the bathroom. For the first time she whispered you can be like momma and be a big girl and go in your pants. I remember questioning her about wetting on the floor and she told me to go ahead. I squatted down and while she stood over me I messed and wet my panties. I remember feeling self conscious as we walked home. Every time my skirt blew I would panic and slap it down. Mom's dress seemed the perfect safe house. Her dress never revealed her secret and she could pee standing and never wet her dress. That was over forty years ago. I now can do the same thing.
Mom is still alive and living with my sister Lisa. Another older sister, Laury, is not into our messing thing and so the subject is off limits. Lisa is into it and always has been. We never talk about it, but she knows I do it and I know she does it. We both know mom does it. Mom is now into diapers. I must admit I have been into them myself for the past fifteen years. Whenever I am going to be gone from home for hours I put on a diaper inside of my underwear.
I remember on my sixteenth birthday mom and her boyfriend Ed took me to Las Vegas. I got a new dress and stole. Mom helped dress me. It was a knee length flare. Beautiful blue and tight around the breast. A full slip, full cut panty girdle, pantyhose over my cotton briefs. My bra was slightly stuffed but felt good.
We had a great dinner. I knew as we finished mom got up and went to get a paper. It was her time. When she came back she had the old coffee smell. Ed didn't notice it. They took me to she Bobby Darin. This was 1967. 1 stood in line at the Flamingo and noticed the crowd. All the men in suits and women in dresses. I wondered how many of those dresses held the secret mom held under hers and I would hold eventually under mine. The show was great, he sang "'If I Were a Carpenter," and as he finished I pulled myself up and emptied my bowels. I didn't wet, I only messed. Mom saw me and smiled. I think she leaned forward and tried too. I'll never forget October 2,1967. Bobby Darin and my messed panties under my new dress.
Mom and Ed slept in one double bed and I slept alone in the other. Mom showered first. She always put her wet and rinsed panties in a zip lock baggy. I carried mine back and stored them under the bed. The next morning they were dry. For my birthday we spent Friday afternoon, Saturday and Sunday in Las Vegas. I went through three pairs of panties and mom went through five.
Lisa says mom uses three diapers a day now. She is regular. She never asks to use a toilet. She is confident that her diaper is her potty and uses it. Lisa cleans her up. Last summer I kept mom for a month while Lisa went to Hawaii. It wasn't bad. I took mom to the mail. She was scratching her leg and had her dress up exposing the leg of her girdle. She had messed and it smelled a little. I filled my panties too but mom got the looks. I wonder how many women use their kids to hide their secret on their buff.
Nancy and I spent several weeks together. I went with her to work and actually watched “Beverly Hillbillies” being filmed. In the show I watched being filmed, Nancy was great. She and I both showered together and dressed. I messed first and she followed a few minutes later. All through the taping her bulge showed through her skirt but she didn't care. Even to this day it still shows in that program. Nancy died several years ago.
I am really thrilled to find a site where people can talk about our secret. I have been messing my panties and diapers for over forty years. I have been talking about it for only the last ten years. Mom knows, Lisa knows, Laury knows, and now you do too. A nurse I met several years ago told of a web site where she went. I think this might be it but I don't see any posting by her. Maybe I have it wrong. She was into my secret. She and I locked instantly.
Anyway here I am. I'm 50, single, live alone, and own my house. I love skirts and dresses, not pants. I am into girdles and diapers and love to smoke and drink. I plan on working ten more years as a teacher and then retiring.
My ultimate goal is to die watching "As The World Turns" at the age of seventy five. My diaper will be soaked in front and fully messed in back. I will go with a smile.
Mary Lou
“Hello”
Posted by Mary on October 22, 2001
1 am impressed. How long has this site been here? I have been playing around with computers for years. A friend of mine gave me this address. She has been here for a long time. I've known her since high school. We both have a common pleasure.
I notice most of the posts are by males. This fits. The numbers of people into this are even, just men do more talking. I do both. I always have. Most people have no idea the person standing next to them or behind them is wearing a huge turd in their pants. Years ago I stood behind an older woman at Von's. When she bent over her cart to put something on the counter I saw a very familiar sight. Where a valley should show on her bottom a crude bulge became outlined as her skirt tightened. After several bends it was obvious to me. When she finally stood upright I smiled at her. She knew I knew. I took her hand and placed it on my bottom secretly, hidden by the next counter. I felt her squeeze my own bulging secret. I then felt hers. She waited for me in the parking lot. I was hot and so was she. I was about twenty-five and she was fifty.
Her house was empty when we got there. It smelled old. She didn't flaunt her money but she had it. She was an actress and played on Beverly Hillbillies. Her real name was Nancy. She had an interesting tape collection. In it were tapes where she was showing a turd bulge on her bottom. It was hot. I now look forward to seeing reruns so I can watch for her secret shots. Nancy told me, that like me, she had been into messing her pants as far back as she can remember. She picked it up on her own, where I learned it from my mom. She was fascinated by that.
As a young child, I vividly remember mom undressing as I sat in the tub bathing. I remember seeing the seat of her girdle bulging and stained brown and a wet stain extending up front. Sometimes the brown stain went nearly to the top of the back and sometimes the wet stain in front opened to cover both legs. She seemed to be totally indifferent about it.
People talk about stink. I really only remember the smell of stale coffee. My mom messed her pants every day as far back as I remember. When I was about eight at a 5 & 10 in Mt Holly New Jersey, where we lived, I had to go to the bathroom. For the first time she whispered you can be like momma and be a big girl and go in your pants. I remember questioning her about wetting on the floor and she told me to go ahead. I squatted down and while she stood over me I messed and wet my panties. I remember feeling self conscious as we walked home. Every time my skirt blew I would panic and slap it down. Mom's dress seemed the perfect safe house. Her dress never revealed her secret and she could pee standing and never wet her dress. That was over forty years ago. I now can do the same thing.
Mom is still alive and living with my sister Lisa. Another older sister, Laury, is not into our messing thing and so the subject is off limits. Lisa is into it and always has been. We never talk about it, but she knows I do it and I know she does it. We both know mom does it. Mom is now into diapers. I must admit I have been into them myself for the past fifteen years. Whenever I am going to be gone from home for hours I put on a diaper inside of my underwear.
I remember on my sixteenth birthday mom and her boyfriend Ed took me to Las Vegas. I got a new dress and stole. Mom helped dress me. It was a knee length flare. Beautiful blue and tight around the breast. A full slip, full cut panty girdle, pantyhose over my cotton briefs. My bra was slightly stuffed but felt good.
We had a great dinner. I knew as we finished mom got up and went to get a paper. It was her time. When she came back she had the old coffee smell. Ed didn't notice it. They took me to she Bobby Darin. This was 1967. 1 stood in line at the Flamingo and noticed the crowd. All the men in suits and women in dresses. I wondered how many of those dresses held the secret mom held under hers and I would hold eventually under mine. The show was great, he sang "'If I Were a Carpenter," and as he finished I pulled myself up and emptied my bowels. I didn't wet, I only messed. Mom saw me and smiled. I think she leaned forward and tried too. I'll never forget October 2,1967. Bobby Darin and my messed panties under my new dress.
Mom and Ed slept in one double bed and I slept alone in the other. Mom showered first. She always put her wet and rinsed panties in a zip lock baggy. I carried mine back and stored them under the bed. The next morning they were dry. For my birthday we spent Friday afternoon, Saturday and Sunday in Las Vegas. I went through three pairs of panties and mom went through five.
Lisa says mom uses three diapers a day now. She is regular. She never asks to use a toilet. She is confident that her diaper is her potty and uses it. Lisa cleans her up. Last summer I kept mom for a month while Lisa went to Hawaii. It wasn't bad. I took mom to the mail. She was scratching her leg and had her dress up exposing the leg of her girdle. She had messed and it smelled a little. I filled my panties too but mom got the looks. I wonder how many women use their kids to hide their secret on their buff.
Nancy and I spent several weeks together. I went with her to work and actually watched “Beverly Hillbillies” being filmed. In the show I watched being filmed, Nancy was great. She and I both showered together and dressed. I messed first and she followed a few minutes later. All through the taping her bulge showed through her skirt but she didn't care. Even to this day it still shows in that program. Nancy died several years ago.
I am really thrilled to find a site where people can talk about our secret. I have been messing my panties and diapers for over forty years. I have been talking about it for only the last ten years. Mom knows, Lisa knows, Laury knows, and now you do too. A nurse I met several years ago told of a web site where she went. I think this might be it but I don't see any posting by her. Maybe I have it wrong. She was into my secret. She and I locked instantly.
Anyway here I am. I'm 50, single, live alone, and own my house. I love skirts and dresses, not pants. I am into girdles and diapers and love to smoke and drink. I plan on working ten more years as a teacher and then retiring.
My ultimate goal is to die watching "As The World Turns" at the age of seventy five. My diaper will be soaked in front and fully messed in back. I will go with a smile.
Mary Lou
Thanks. That brought back old and nice memories.
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