My panty love began when I was a young boy, delving through my mother’s collection of silky delights. I can’t remember the details of the first encounter with panties, that first caress and scent, but I do recall sneaking up to her bedroom when she was out or pre-occupied, and sifting through the pairs in her drawer. It was a feast to the eyes and to the hands. However, easily the most memorable and sensual time in my panty experience was with another mother’s panties – my best friend’s mother’s, Margaret…

She was an attractive mature woman, early forties, slim and over average height, with small pert tits and, best of all a shapely behind. I probably began my exploration of her panties around the age of 11 or 12 (her son and myself had met as friends at the age of 9). She was single (her husband had died a few years earlier), but had a couple of boyfriends during the time I was her son’s friend. Spending much of my time around his house I would soon notice panties left on the radiators to dry, or in nice neat piles of new washed clothes around the house. Of course, that favourite viewing spot, the washing line, gave me many a good peek at her hidden silky wonders. She was fond of white nylon and lace I noticed, to the virtual exclusion of all other panty types (a few cotton here and there, but no coloured).

It was not until the time that I started sleeping over that I found the proper opportunity to begin my investigation of these beautiful items. Before then I had had a couple of quick ‘gropes’ of her panties as they lay around the house, but I really yearned for the chance to explore with more than my hands. We would spend much time in his bedroom playing boy games. If I knew I would be staying over the night I usually could not resist having a peak in the hamper before night-time. That way I could look forward to getting to bed! I would excuse myself to go to the bathroom more than necessary, this allowed me to have a quick look in the hamper positioned on the landing in front of the bathroom. Mmmmmm – you know how good that can be! I would just have time to lift the lid, stick my hand in and rummage for something ‘ladylike’. Bras were a good find, but panties were the real treat.

He also had an older sister (about 5 years older than us), so it was double the luck when I went on the search for undies. Hers weren’t as sexy – mostly plain cotton, though she had a few coloured ones, but I wouldn’t say no to them if I found them! If I felt particularly brave I would fetch a pair out and take it with me to the bathroom. This was my first real experience of using my sense of smell on her panties. Wow – one sniff and it was like an addiction… I had to have more!

At this time I still didn’t know about masturbation, so I would content myself with a raging hard-on that I didn’t know how to satisfy and a rub of the material over my face. However as I said, I soon started staying the night and after having checked the hamper earlier for ‘panty casualties’ I knew what to expect at night! I had the luxury of having my own spare room to sleep in. Sleep – I didn’t get as much as I should! After the house was all asleep I would lie waiting for perhaps half an hour to an hour. Then I would make my stealthy move. I made sure I left the bedroom door slightly ajar so there were no door handle sounds. The hamper was located directly outside my door so I knew I didn’t have far to go. The two biggest obstacles were the sound of my feet on the floorboards and the sound of the wicker hamper lid lifting. Added to this was the fact that his mother also slept with her door slightly ajar (surely not an invite??).

Usually I would accomplish this manoeuvre without noise, but of course this couldn’t be avoided sometimes. The thought of her hearing my moves somehow made it all the more exciting!… Having made it to the hamper I would reach out with trembling hand and lift the lid off. Oh, how quick my breath came… the panties would soon be with me! Sometimes extra clothes may have been added since I looked earlier in the day, so more digging would be required. Sometimes I would be lucky though, and one of the new items would be a freshly soiled pair, straight off the body of the delectable Margaret!

One of my great turn ons is to see a pair of panties all screwed up and discarded. You can imagine the woman rolling them down her smooth thighs and ankles, then kicking them off – it’s these panties I love picking up the most! If they were available I would fetch out as many as three pairs and make my stealthy way back to my den with the haul. Once in bed I began my minute inspection. It was a silky heaven. She wore a thin nylon type of panty mostly, with lacy front and side panels. They were mostly white as I said, but some were a greyish-white or silvery white, presumably from being washed so much with darker clothes. At least half of them had embroidered patterns of butterflies and flowers on the lace panels. It was the intricate nature of the design, and just how light and skimpy they were that sent me into such worlds of delight.

I would lay one pair across my face as I rubbed another pair over my young eager body while slipping on another pair. That first time of actually wearing her panties was a wondrous moment – feeling on my parts what she felt on hers, feeling more feminine and sensual! I would run my hands all over my lower parts, feeling the material push between my butt-cheeks I writhed around. Both my nose and my tongue had a feast on these soiled goods. She was a heavy stainer, to my delight, which made my ‘cleaning’ all the more sweet. I would inhale the crotch panel smell, savouring that locked-in women scent. At first my tongue probes of the yellowed panel would be tentative, unsure whether I was ready for that sharp tang all in one go. Before long I would be licking along the gusset with all my lust, lapping up her leaks, leaving the panties in a wet state. A few times I was lucky enough to find some pubic hairs literally encrusted into the gusset with her dried juices (one time I remember, not so dried!). Feeling the texture of her pubic hairs in my mouth I really felt a part of her. She was my virtual sex partner if you like.

Best of all though were the times when she was away for the night. I got to sleep in her bed! I was amazed that my friend Andy said I could use his mother’s bed, and that she was ok about it. Sleep didn’t matter on those nights. Once that door was shut and I had the room to myself I explored everything. I experimented with wearing all of her panties (of course), a selection of bras and some of her stockings. I had no better sensual time in those days than lying on her bed in the middle of the night, dressed in her cool silky panties and lacy bra, groping myself all over (I had learned to masturbate finally during this time), whilst fantasising about sex with her. I wanted so much for her to initiate me into that wild and forbidden world of sex, but alas, I had to content myself with her most personal undergarments… Another time I recall clearly is going to my friend’s house and finding no one in. We had a good enough friendship that he wouldn’t have minded me slipping into the house and just waiting for him to come back from wherever. I hauled myself over the backyard fence, checked there was no sign of life and let myself in the backdoor with the key from its hiding place. Straight away I went to the upstairs hamper. I had a free run of the house, so I (strangely) slipped a pair of her best stained panties over my jeans and started admiring myself in them in front of her mirror. All of a sudden I notice Andy coming down the alley at the back of their house. Holy shit! Of course I had time to shirk the panties off and return them to the hamper, but not enough time to steady my beating heart. He didn’t seem to notice or mind too much about me being there, and we soon got down to our usual boy games.

Not so lucky another time though… Again, we were in his bedroom and I went out to go to the bathroom. Well, not the bathroom of course! I stole into his mother’s bedroom and began looking through her panty drawer. I was running my hand through them when the next thing I noticed was his bedroom door opening, him stepping out and spotting me crouched down at her drawer. I could have fainted! He demanded “what are you doing in my mum’s knicker drawer?”. He was obviously shocked, but not nearly as much as me. I had slept in her room only a few days before, so all I could think of to say was that I had lost my toothbrush the night I had slept in her bed. He told me I better leave at that point, which I did – in utter shame! Surprisingly it was never talked about again, though it didn’t stop my panty habit in the least. I just became more selective of opportunities.

Eventually they moved away to a different part of the country when I was 15, and I’ve since lost contact. However, I still fantasise a great deal about those times and wonder if she’s still as sexy over a decade later. I have a theory that she knew all along. Why the location of the hamper outside my room? Why sometimes were there panties left in the spare room to dry on the radiator? Why the fresh pairs that were sometime put there at night? Why didn’t she close her door at night also? Why didn’t she mind me sleeping in her bed when she wasn’t around? I’m not saying she was interested in me in any way sexually, just that she may have been agreeable to my explorations. Perhaps happy to let a boy find his way down the road to sexual discovery?

I also have a suspicion my friend Andy was also a bit of a panty lover. He made certain comments during our friendship about the sexiness of seeing girl’s panties, and he also would spend a little bit too much time in our bathroom when coming over to play. Most exciting of all was that his mother had a single porn mag in her bedside drawer (I think it was Penthouse). We shared looking at the pictures and admiring the ladies and their underwear, but one question rose in my mind – how did he know it was there? I certainly did, but how did he! (a bigger question and more erotic, what was she doing with it anyway?) Part of me would like to find my old friend and his mother and finally have it out with him/her. Just how much did they know about my exploits? Well, I’ll content myself with those still hot memories for now…

There’s still more panties to be had!