I was about 12 years old . I was sitting on the toilet in the upstairs bathroom. I finished what I was doing, and was about to get up when I looked at the laundry hammper in front of me. I had some dirty clothes in my room that needed to go in there for Mom to wash. I got up went to my room and picked a pair of pajamas , a pair of underwear and a shirt. I walked back to the bathroom, opened up the top of the hamper and went to drop the clothes in. Right on top was a pair of dark blue nylon panties with lace around the leg openenings and a lace panel over the couch, 3 rows of lace ruffels across the . My friends and I had looked at pictures of models wearing underwear in the sears catalog. They were nice to look at , but , because I was so young, didn't understand why is was so nice to look at. Now there was a pair right there in front of me. I touched them they were soft and silky. I picked them up . I felt good touching and holding them, but I didn't know why . I held them closer to my face to better examine them, when I smelled the sweet smell of perfume. Why would they smell like Mom's perfume. Maybe she spilled some on them. I sniffed closer and there was a different oder not like perfume. It was comming from the gusset of the crouch. It had a tang to it. I sniffed closer , there was a hint of a urine smell , but also a heavy musk smell. I like it . I sniffed and sniffed , each time liking it more. I didn't understand why. Off came my pants and underwear . I put on Mom's blue panties . It felt so good, so nice , so right. There were a little loose on me. But snug enough to feel the soft nylone sliding across my little pens. I started to get hard, this happend a few times before, so I was not worried about it. But I did not understand what was happening. I just new I loved the feeling ,I loved the smells. I dug through the dirty clothes and found a pair of my sisters panties. I sniffed them ugh, the crouch had a hint of urine , nothing else. They were pink cotton. They did not appeal to me like Mom's
My Mom was a single mother , she dated a man . In fact she went out with him the night before. But at my age I did not put 2 and 2 together. I just knew I liked Mom's panties. My Mom worked, I knew she had Mondays off , and did the laundry on Monday mornings, thats why I put my dirty clothes in the laundry hamper.
So I decided to wear Mom's panties the rest of the day and night and put them back in the hamper the next morning before leaving for school. It felt so good wearing then. When I moved and the nylon rubbed against my little pens I got hard it felt good, then went soft. I didn't sleep all night, I was excited, I didn't know why, but knew it was the panties.
I did this alot for a few years. As I became aware of sex, and learned more about it , I knew the panties were sexually exciting me. I started to mastuerbate using the oates to get me excited, and thinking about what Mom was doing with the men when she went out wearing sexy panties.
When I started to date girls , and get serious , all I wanted to do was see her in her panties, touch them and rub her clit through the panties and watch them get wet.
Thats how my pantie fetish started