The Road to Pervition

I would like to tell you about an experience I had some twenty years ago, as a young man of eighteen.

First, I should explain my background and give you an idea of the lust that had been building in me since I was much younger.

The first clue that I was to become a world class pervert was at about the age of six when my uncle brought his new wife to our house to meet us. My uncle seemed to have landed on his feet for a change, as Linda, his wife, was a delightful pretty young woman so unlike any of the women in my family. Anyway at some point during their visit, I being your average boy was playing around under the dining table when I got a good look up my new aunt's dress. Something went boom in my head, and I was never been the same again.

I spent the rest of my childhood and adolescence trying to get a glimpse of anything I could that gave me that feeling I had under the table all those years ago. Every time my mum's home shopping catalogue arrived I would anticipate the moment when I could sneak it away and check out the underwear models. I remember in my teens finding my first proper dirty magazine spending almost all the next week locked in my room, devouring the goodness I found on those pages.

My teenage years were spent in lustful daydreams. I would desire almost any woman I saw, but I was a painfully shy boy. Because of my parents strict religious views, I had come to believe that my thoughts were evil, so I hid my desires even deeper, too deep perhaps. I found myself harbouring desires for the most inappropriate women; my teachers, my friend's mothers, even some of the married women living on our street.

I must have been fifteen when, one afternoon, from my bedroom window, I spotted a women hanging out her laundry a few gardens down from our house. She was probably in her mid thirties, an average looking woman I suppose. After hanging out the sheets on the long line, she put up the rotary dryer, and started hanging out the family clothes. I couldn't help but get excited when I saw her hanging her underwear, my heart started racing and I decided I must have her panties. That night after my parents went to bed, I snuck out the back door into the garden, and quietly climbed over the waist-high fence into our next-door neighbours garden. I had to repeat the fence hopping manoeuvre twice more before, there I was, right next to the clothes line with the lacy panties hanging from it.

I quietly unpegged them, and began the return journey over the fences back to our house. I crept back into the house, locked the door and went upstairs to my bedroom. I was sure my parents would wake from the noise my heart was making!

I locked the bedroom door sat on the bed and pulled the panties from my pocket. My head was filling with the thought of our neighbour in these lovely lacy white panties, what she must look like naked, what her pussy looked like. I felt so alive at what I had done and knew I wanted panties from all the women I was fantasizing about, no easy task as there were so many.

So began my teenage career as a panty thief. For the next three years I took every opportunity I could to lift panties from the washing lines of the women I lusted after. I was never greedy, I only ever took one pair from each woman. I figured that everybody loses laundry from time to time, and one pair of panties would hardly be missed, so I reduced my chances of getting caught if no-one was too suspicious.

By the time I finished school and started at college I had a stash of more than fifty pairs of panties. I was just eighteen now, at college and with an evening job, and soon found I had less and less time to pursue my perversion. I still thought about sex all the time and desperately wanted to lose my virginity, and had matured enough to realize that stealing a woman's knickers was probably not the road to getting laid. So I kept my head down, worked hard, and saved up enough money that I could move out of my parents and get my own place.

My life was going well, but I still had a terrible lack of confidence, especially with women. I hadn't really ever had a girlfriend and started to believe that I would be a virgin for the rest of my life.

Now I've told you a bit about myself up to this point, let me tell you about how everything changed.

That summer of 1985, eight months after my eighteenth birthday, something amazing happened.

I had been invited to spend a couple of weeks with my two friends Richard and Alex (brothers) at their parent's summer house by the sea. The day came, and their parents picked me up in the family car for the long drive. I liked Barbara and Stan as they were much more laid back than my own parents, and I'd had something of a crush on Barbara for a couple of years. She had no way of knowing I had even jerked off with a pair of her blue silk panties I had pinched from their line last year, or that I prized her panties above all the others in my collection. (they were just gorgeous, and I'd had to resist the temptation to take the matching bra and suspenders for fear of arousing suspicion!)

The house was huge, on the coast overlooking the sea, with a large garden and a swimming pool. Most days we'd go for a walk or down to the beach in the mornings, and in the afternoons hang around the pool before having a barbecue in the evening with a few beers. I'd found myself once or twice checking out Barbara for a few moments too long as she lay sunbathing by the pool, but I don't think anyone noticed.

One afternoon I was in the pool playing around with my friends, when she came out wearing her little bikini and I couldn't help but let out a little groan. Alex heard me, and asked me why I had made the noise. I quickly told him I had a stomach cramp and needed to go lie down for a bit. I'm sure he believed me, but what an idiot I was to perv on his mum and think I could get away with it!

I went inside and up to the bathroom, from where I could see the lads mucking about in the pool, and Stan and Barbara on their sun-loungers. If I wanted my stomach cramp excuse to be believed I had better actually go and lie down for a bit, and was just leaving the bathroom when I noticed a plastic bag in the corner of the room full of dirty laundry. Checking out the window I could see everyone was still outside, so I had a dig through the bag and quickly found what I was looking for. A freshly discarded pair of pink panties, slightly see-through material with a damp spot in the gusset! Barbara must have just taken them off before she came outside. This was too much for me, all my previous trophies were fresh from the washing line. This was the first pair of panties I'd taken that were no only worn, but fresh from the wearer.

I stuffed then in my pocket, checking the window once more to make sure I was alone in the house, and quickly went into my room, closing the door behind me. Shame there were no locks, I'd just have to listen for anyone coming upstairs.

I pulled my prize from my pocket and held them before me. They were just beautiful. Slowly I brought them to my face where I discovered the smell of pussy, a scent that would arouse me like no other ever would again. I must have sat there on the bed for ten minutes holding the panties to my face, touching my hard cock through my shorts but not daring to take it out and masturbate in case someone came upstairs to see if I was feeling ok.

After a while, I decided I must return Barbara's little panties to the bag of dirty laundry in the bathroom. As I turned to my bedroom door, I nearly had a heart attack. The door was open just a few inches, but I knew I had closed it. I then heard footsteps going down the stairs, shit! Someone must have come to see me and I'd been so engrossed in Barbara's dirty knickers I hadn't noticed the door open. I hurried to the bathroom and looked out the window. Richard and Alex were no longer in the pool, but kicking a ball about in the garden and Stan was still on his lounger, asleep by the look of it. It must have been Barbara who had seen me sniffing her dirty panties. Shit!

I was panicking like crazy. At least none of the men had caught me. I might have taken quite a beating if they had, but oh crap, what if Barbara told her husband what she'd seen? We still had a week left at the house and I didn't fancy my chances if word got out. Maybe I should just slope off and get the train back home and never speak to the family again, I thought.

Anyway, for now I had to go back downstairs and pretend everything was normal - like my friends mum hadn't just seen me stroking the bulge in my shorts whilst sniffing her dirty knickers. I went back to the garden and joined right in with the kick-about with the boys, avoiding Barbara's gaze as best as I could. Stan was awake now and chatting away to his wife, but he seemed normal, not like he had been told what his wife had seen. I calmed down a bit and reasoned that Barbara was diplomatic enough to say nothing.

By the time Stan lit the barbecue that evening I was convinced my secret was safe, although I was still mightily embarrassed about what Barbara had seen, I was sure she had given me some strange looks while we were eating. As I retired to bed that night I was still feeling so guilty and resolved myself never to do anything like that again.

The next morning our routine continued. Stan, the boys and myself went off for a walk along the headland, as Barbara said she needed to go to the supermarket to stock up on provisions. By the time we returned from our walk she was already lying by the pool in her swimsuit, looking amazing. For a thirty six year old woman she had the body of a eighteen year old. Long legs, slim and quite a pert bosom. I tried to avert my eyes, but I'm sure she caught me looking, and, strangely, she smiled as I looked away. Still, the rest of the day passed without incident, and as I was climbing the stairs for bed I believed I had gotten away with yesterday's embarrassing incident.

I closed the bedroom door, undressed and pulled back the covers to climb into bed when I saw, to my horror and delight, a different pair of panties in my bed. These were a pale blue pair of satin knickers, and I could see that once again they had been worn. Barbara must have come into my room when we were out walking and put these here! My head was spinning. I picked them up from the bed to find tucked inside, a folded note which read "Got these all wet in your bed while you were out... hope you enjoy them! B xx"

Holy Christ! This confirmed that Barbara definitely had seen me smelling her undies -- but what could it mean that she would leave me this gift with such a teasing note? She seemed happily married, and she was my best friend's mother. I just didn't know what to think as I lay naked on my bed. I lay there breathing in the delicious aroma of these tasty morsels, my cock straightening and urging to be pleasured. I lowered the panties down my body, stroking my balls and the length of my shaft with the shiny satin. It felt amazing -- I wasn't using my hand at all -- just dragging the flimsy material over my whole of my dick until I came more than I've ever come -- all over the satin panties. I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face, and Barbara's cum soaked panties wrapped around my cock.

I slept soundly -- so soundly that I awoke late the next morning to an empty house. Everyone had left for the beach already according to the note on the kitchen table, so I took a shower, got dressed and made myself some breakfast. I still had to deal with the problem of what to do with Barbara's now very dirty knickers. Should I try to wash them or put them in with the dirty laundry or simply keep them as a souvenir? I just couldn't decide.

Mulling over this question as I ate, a mischievous idea formed in my head. I had hoped, after being caught by Barbara that the subject could be forgotten, but after she had left me her dirty knickers and a sexy little note I wondered if perhaps I should repay the favour. I decided I should return Barbara's cum covered panties exactly as they were -- but how to do it without anyone else finding out. I couldn't do it in person -- that would be too bold for a nervous lad like me, I would have to put them somewhere only she would find them.

I crept into Stan and Barbara's room to find a place to return the panties, and settled on hiding them inside a clean pair of panties in Barbara's suitcase. I tried to imagine what she would be thinking when she discovered them -- if she would be happy to see what I'd done in them. I wondered if I should include a note of appreciation, my quickening pulse telling me I should.

Leaving the dirty panties in their new hiding place I went down to the kitchen to look for some paper. Finding the same pad Barbara had left my note on, I wrote a quick message -"Thanks for the best present ever... xxx" and went to hide it inside the panties. I was just closing Barbara's suitcase when I heard noises downstairs, so I quickly made my way down to catch up with my friends.

The rest of that day passed without incidence and we carried on with our routine of lazing about, eating and drinking.

The next day I woke early -- excited at the prospect of Barbara finding her cum crusted panties and my thank-you note. On one hand I was terrified that I had gone too far -- this was after all the married mother of my two best friends, but I still had the note that told me she had made her panties all wet lying in my bed! Would this go any further? Maybe I would finally get to lose my virginity, and with this incredible, beautiful, experienced woman!

Sadly the rest of the day came and went without the merest hint that Barbara had discovered the time-bomb in her suitcase, and I retired that night feeling deflated. So after all, it was just a holiday fantasy.

The next morning the family was busying about, packing the car for the return trip to the city. I packed my case and carried it out to the car, where Barbara was loading the remaining food. I felt myself redden as I approached. This was the first time the two of us had been alone together since she had seen me stroking my cock and sniffing her knickers.

As I heaved my case into the back of the car, Barbara turned to look me in the eye, and with a slight smile said "When we get back, wait a few days, then come round to dinner on Friday -- I'll have something for you".

She walked back into the house as I stood staring into the car, feeling my dick twitching away in my shorts.

The journey back home flew by, and soon I was being deposited on the kerb outside my bachelor-pad, looking forward to dinner on Friday!