My mother was folding laundry in her room and she called me to take a pile of my underwear and put them away. I went back to my room and began putting them in my drawer. Then I noticed something odd. Mom had inadvertently folded a pair of her panties in with my underwear.
My first thought was to return them right away but I hesitated. I picked them up and looked at them closely. They were beige nylon briefs with lace waist and leg bands. I put them next to a pair of mine for comparison. Hers were a little bigger than mine. They were very silky compared to my cotton briefs. And then I began to wonder what it might feel like to wear them.
Wait a minute. What am I thinking? My 14 year old Catholic upbringing mind said "this isn't right".
I brought them back to Mom and she said something about mixing them up with mine. I left the room and that was the end of it.
A week or two later my parents were getting new carpet in their bedroom and my dad asked me to help him move the furniture out. The last piece was Mom's long heavy dresser. He took all of the drawers out except for two. He grabbed that end and I grabbed the other and we lugged it out the sliding glass door on to the deck. I kind of wondered why he left the two drawers in.
About two weeks later I was home alone on a Saturday evening watching MTV. It was forbidden in our house but I watched it anyway. Suddenly I thought about Mom's dresser and those two drawers. What was inside of them? I went to go have a look. The upper drawer contained bras. The bottom one contained panties. I looked down at the sea of nylon panties that lay before me, taking it all in. This was my moment. I reached in and grabbed a pair of purple panties. I remember they had black waist and leg bands. The next few seconds felt like they happened in slow motion. I stepped into the leg holes and slowly pulled them up. The feeling was "electric". I'm wearing panties! I looked at myself in the mirror and it felt like I stepped into a whole new world with all kinds of possibilities. My dick began getting hard and leaned out into the silky fabric making a tent in front. I began to rub my dick through them and it felt incredible. I tried on three other pairs but went back to the purple ones. I also looked for the beige ones but either Mom was wearing them or they were in the wash.
I went back to the living room and rubbed one out. I had taken the precaution of getting tissues so I didn't have an accident in them. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Enjoying the new found sensation of nylon, feeling so many things. Among them femininity and guilt. I shot my load, God it felt good. Over the course of the next five years I tried on every pair of Mom's panties including those beige ones.