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There they were, I was 19 and just seeing them lying around the laundry basket made my loins swell. She must have been in her late 40's at the time and was a free spirit. She liked some of us and others didnt care for but she always smiled and gave a wink to me when I said hello. Hot summer nights without any air conditioning sparked hormones from her and she pranced around in transparent summer dresses that revealed her undergarments. Those same bra and panties of my friends Mother eventually found their way to the ever so cherished laundry room where she casually would leave the pairs. The first week of July, hot, sticky, and my 19 year old testosterone was in hyper-drive. My buddy was outside working in the yard and his Mom left to play tennis. Her skirt revealed that she had been not so concerned about a revealing ass cheek or two but this made me realize that the house was empty and I was on a mission just to take a peek or a touch or more..

As her car pulled away and my friend was occupied I headed towards the laundry room and noticed that the basket was not there. My cock was pulsing while on the hunt for her undies. I made my way to her room and carefully peeked in. There was a pile of different pairs of panties in several styles, cuts, and materials.

This was wonderland to a young panty fetishist in the making. I played with her vintage Victoria's Secret satin thong with flower print, they were so smooth. There were also a couple other pairs and my adrenaline took over..

I couldnt make my mind up what to do with the pair I had just put in my pocket. I figured a quick jerk in the bathroom while thinking about her hot sweaty pantied ass sipping ice tea dripping and asking me if I want to dry off with a pair of her cotton bikinis.. But that was until I noticed my friend heading inside the house so for the rest of that evening I had her panties in my jean pocket. She eventually came home and I felt compelled to leave but I was taught that stealing wasnt right.

In this case I remember the bl**d filling fast into my dick again and said a quick goodbye.. My heart raced, it was so wrong but my cock said it was right. I couldnt wait to get home and defile this soft pair of panties. I still have them to this day. I remember teasing myself with them and got to the point that the moment they gently touched the tip of my cock I began to unload an entire days and nights build up of cum into the gusset of her thong which also spilled everywhere cause the panties werent so absorbent. I had cum within minutes and the guilt kicked in so I ended up washing them.

I returned the next day with them in my pocket(again) and I intended on simply putting them back until I noticed her underwear drawer was cracked open. This time my buddy was out picking up food and she was home. The hardwood floors were old and the rickety sounds almost blew my cover on my way to putting back the thong. As soon as I made it into her room I quietly slid over to her panty drawer and instead of putting the pair back I took another! I couldnt help myself. The same thing happened after I got home as you could imagine.

There are a lot more parts to this story but I will not leave out the best part.

When you have a severe panty obsession you will got to any lengths to obtain panties. I was young and admit to stealing which I obviously know was wrong which lead me to borrowing g/f's and eventually buying my own.. This event sparked a panty a****l in me that hasnt stopped. I wear and use them on a daily basis.

A couple of months go by and I find myself back at my friends house. I can only imagine that she had to have noticed her missing pairs at some point and I felt like I had to tell her. I wanted to let her know without my friend beating the living shit outta me and her wanting to burn me at the stake. I came up with a plan to mention to her that my Mother and s****r asked if anyone had been in their rooms because they had missing undies(which was my fault) and to see if she had a similar issue.

I went into the kitchen and said "hi Jane"

She looked at me smiling and after I told her the story of what happened at my house she said to me, "its ok" "you dont have to explain" "there is no reason to lie"..

My heart raced, throat was choked up and I barely stuttered the words, "Im sorry" She began to ask me why I do what I do and I started to explain and then my friend walked into the room so I blushed and left.

A few days later my friend said that his Mom needed help around her house that she would pay so I headed over there one last time.

He was out all day and she had me slaving, doing heavy lifting, cleaning, hauling, etc. I was being tortured by her and I had to take it as I knew I was in the wrong.

After 3 hours she left without telling me where so I decided to head upstairs and check things out. She knew what I would do alone in the house. She knew that her panties were not safe from me potentially cumming and or taking them but now I couldnt. She purposely left the laundry basket out in the middle of the living room and these sexy pairs were d****d all around screaming to be used by my 9 inch thick cock that yet again pulsed on.

After a few minutes I began to rub these lacey g-strings on myself,my pre-cum oozing like maple syrup I dabbed each drop of sticky clear cum into her cotton gusset. I stroked and thought of her. About to explode I hear the hardwood floors make that sound. She was back home and heading to the bathroom where I ended up. The older house didnt have locks but you could tell when someone was using the toilet cause of the stupid gap between the door and frame(great during parties).. But in this case I was fully engorged with bl**d and my stiff and hard as a rock penis wouldnt go away. I threw the panties behind a trash bin and made like I was washing up after a hard days work(no pun intended)..

This was it all my worst fears and biggest fantasies were about to come true and it was a moment that neither of us would ever forget. She knocked on the bathroom door and kindly asked how much longer I was going to be. I quickly grabbed the panties I tried to get rid of and for the first time put them on to tuck my dick into so she didnt see my raging boner. I left the bathroom seconds later wearing her panties.

Each step I could feel the thong in my ass, the strings holding my cock in a pantied nest of eroticism. She asked me from the bathroom to bring her the toilet paper she just got at the store.

I went over to the door and she to open the door and just throw the tp to her. At this point I knew she had some master plan to mind fuck me for good. I squinted and turned my head as I tossed her the tp and she said it was ok again. The same way she said it was ok the last time..

She asked me to watch her change my eyes widened. She took me by the hand with her tennis skirt and blouse on and led me into her room.

She asked me if I wanted to see her change in and out of panties that I could select. I sat on a chair as she filched through her undies. She wanted to show me this special pair and before I could say anything she said she couldnt find these thongs. IT WAS the same pair I was WEARING!!! WTF! What should I do, I asked her if we could both be honest and she patiently heard me out.

The next hour became more of an intense memory then losing my virginity..

She stripped down to her bra and panties, slowly danced in front of me. The fragrance she was wearing was enticing. Her hips swayed to a jazz song in the background.. She whispered in my ear and told me to take my pants off..

If you have read this story to this point and would like to hear part 2 please let me know.. There is a very sensual twist..