I have a panty fetish and I know exactly where I got it from. When I was a kid growing up in the North I had a bit of a problem in that I would sometimes wet my pants. I think this frustrated my Mom and I believe that in good faith she devised a plan to get me sorted. When I wet my pants once she told me there were no clean dry pants for me to wear so I would have to wear a pair of my elder sisters navy blue knickers. She figured this would embarrass me and indeed it did; I spent the whole day keeping a very low profile because I was convinced that anyone I talked with would be sure to know that I was wearing girlie panties. Mom kept me in panties for two days and as far as I remember it cured me of my wet pants. Trouble is that during those two days I got to quite like the look and feel of the navy blue knickers.
I lived my life and didn't bother much about panties and knickers till I started to get really horny around the age of 16. Now everything of a sexual nature interested me and I was crazy about girls, but being shy I was not getting my share of sexual adventures. I had a sister 2 years older than myself but to be honest I had no sexual feelings for her at all, although I did love her as a sister. It was about then that Mom unwittingly came to my rescue.
Mom decided that we needed some extra cash; we had a spare room and taking in a lodger seemed to be a good idea. It also seemed that getting a young lady around my sister's age would provide my sister with some company. Mandy, a local girl, was the chosen one and within two weeks she had moved in to our spare back bedroom. Mandy was cool, she smoked and she hung around in coffee bars. She was a bit on the thin side and wore her hair in a pony tail. She used to dress in the 60's fashion with flared skirts and petticoats; she always wore stockings that may well have been tights but I liked to think they were stockings and a suspender belt. As soon as I saw her I had the hots for her. I'm sure Mom wasn't aware of what a bad influence Mandy would be on my sister, but then that's another story. We lived in a big house and it was possible to move round without Mom and Pa being aware of where I was all the time. So sometimes in the evening, while the folks watched the television I would be prowling round the house.
Mandy's room was off limits but I had an urge to get in there and see what was what; maybe I could find out if it was tights or stockings she wore. So one night I armed myself with a small torch and crept into Mandy's room. I just expected to see some girlie things and to have a nose round but I soon came across a small bundle of dirty washing in the corner of the room. Something stirred in my pants and my adrenalin began to flow, I was drawn to the dirty clothes like a moth drawn to a light in the night. I sank to my knees and delved into the pile, I pushed aside a couple of petticoats and a blouse and then I hit the jackpot, two pairs of panties! I could hear the television in the background downstairs and figured that my parents were engrossed enough not to wonder where I was.
I could also hear the beating of my heart which seemed to have taken on a life of its own. I tried, without much success, to calm myself down but my excitement was intense. I slipped down the zip of my pants so I could get my cock out; it was a bit of a fight because it was harder than it had ever been before and it didn't want to bend much; but after a struggle it popped out. I sat back on my haunches and prepared to enter panty heaven.