How I became a Panty thief (part 1)

Something is wrong with me. I hate having this kink it takes up so much of my energy its awful. I don't know what happened but something inside of me sexually went askew. I feel like a pervert, I can't help doing what I do, I'm sorry to all the people that it will have or may have affected. What's mine is mine and what's yours should be yours right? Unfortunately I cant help but to break that rule. Again I'm so sorry idk what is wrong with me. It all started when I was in about eighth grade maybe earlier. I was never a super horny rage monster like the other kids my age and I never really objectified women the same way the other kids would. In the locker rooms they would say things like "isn't so and so hot", and " did you see what she was wearing I could see her whole ass!" Just gross teenage boy shit. When they would ask me what I thought of a certain girl id use words like beautiful, and pretty, and talk about the non sexual qualities I liked about them, if I knew enough about them, otherwise id just say "oh yea they're pretty ig." I didn't masturbate, I felt kinda like an outcast. Puberty was a slow process for me. My horniness changed one night. My best friend since elementary school (we'll call him JJ)
had me over for a weekend long sleepover. I would practically live at his house over the summer and almost every other weekend so his mom and dad got pretty used to me being over. One night my friend JJ went to sleep in the basement where we would hangout and I went upstairs to the kitchen to get some water. His mom was up there and she was standing at the counter with her back turned to me. She was wearing a skimpy white wife beater and white silky panties. She didn't notice me and I couldn't help but stare. She wasn't a milf by any means but she wasn't ugly and she was fit so she had a pretty nice ass. My mom was out of the picture at an early age, I have all brothers , and I've never watched porn so this was the first intimate viewing of a women that wasn't some bikini ad model ya know. I was frozen and I felt strange I felt what my peers had been feeling. I kinda just stared and she turned around and she didn't seemed surprised at all. She said " Oh hi, do you need anything?" I kinda just stammered and asked for water, she said no problem and turned back around, opened up one of the cabinets and reached for a glass. This gave me a better view of her ass, and then she filled up the cup in the sink. They had a country home they built themselves and their faucets were always finicky, I've been splashed by their sinks after washing my hands and getting water before. She got some water on her. It wasn't a lot but she went and grabbed a paper towel and dried it up. As she was drying her shirt she pulled her shirt down just enough for me to see her whole titty. She gave me the glass and said good night and went upstairs, I couldn't help but stare as she walked up. I looked down and realized I was popping a rager and it was slightly noticeable. My heart was racing this was a porno come to life. I didn't quite know what to do with myself. I heard the shower upstairs come on. I thought about what she would look like completely naked, and I thought about those silky panties. Something came over me and I crept upstairs. I slowly and quietly opened the bathroom door. she was humming a song and was probably a little drunk since she was a wine mom. Her husband wasn't home cause he worked in providing special care to sick people at their houses and would often have to spend some nights there. So I snuck in and as carefully as I could I peeked into the shower. I know I'm a perv but I really didn't know what to do with myself her eyes were closed as her face was up and in the faucet spray. I saw it all, her tits and hips and her hairy pussy. I stared for few seconds and then left slowly. As I was leaving I saw them. The pair of panties that would turn me into a full-blown thief. I left the bathroom quietly and hid upstairs for her to finish in the shower. After a while she got out and went to her room in a towel. Luckily again for me she didn't see me and probably assumed I was asleep and she dropped her towel in the doorway to her room before closing the door. I was elated to see her like that for one last time. She would be the subject of my earliest fascinations. I went to the bathroom and saw that she never took her panties. I looked to make sure no one was looking and then I picked them up. My heart was racing and I could hear the sound of my heart beat in my ears. They were so soft. Without thinking I brought them up to my face and sniffed them. It was amazing It unlocked something in me. I then had an idea. I took the silky white pair with me and raced downstairs as quickly and quietly as I could. I then went into the basement laundry room. I made sure not to wake my friend but he was out cold anyways. In the Laundry room there was a pile of dirty clothes. I searched through them moving aside JJ's and his dad's clothes. I took as many panties as I could find and a pair work out spanks and went into the basement bathroom. I spread out all of my haul and began one by one sniffing them while playing with my dick. I was lying on my back and figured out how to properly jerk off with one hand and began smothering my face in her amazing sweaty cunt juice infused panties with the other hand. I then put on the silky pair and that's what really did it for me. I thought about her in the shower inviting me in and jerking me off. I came for the first time all over myself and it was a lot. Years of pent up sexual arousal I guess. I was panting and sweaty and shaking. I knew what happened cause of sex ed class but they never explained it would feel this good. Now I know why my friends were such monsters, this was great. I showered and put her things back. I passed out and had a wet dream about her. The next day she made us breakfast and I felt slightly ashamed but not enough to keep me from staring at her ass whenever she turned around. Later we went to JJ's neighbor's house who was also our bestfriend we'll call him Steve. Steve's mom was not as attractive as JJ's but I couldn't help excusing myself from video games to go search the hamper in their bathroom. I found her panties and sniffed them, jerked off and came again. I was so excited to have learned this about myself. I thought about taking a pair but I wasn't sure if she would notice and I had no where to hide them back home. I didn't come over for a while and had time to reflect. I began to feel so bad. I felt awful for peeping and for using the panties. I avoided staying over for more than one night at JJ's and told myself never again. I didn't jerk off again till I was a freshman in Highschool. By then I was just watching porn like a regular person, and masturbating once every weekend it felt healthy. I never had a weird craving to steal and was more comfortable at JJ's house. I'd be lying if I didn't still think about his mom from time to time. I was older and wanted her to see me as more of a man. Nothing happened between us unfortunately. Fast forward to college and I was a freshman. I went to a pretty good sized college. It wasn't huge but it was wasn't tiny. I was in a co-ed dorm which had a communal lounge, cooking and laundry area. One night I was high and for some reason decided my laundry needed to be done. I went to the laundry area and in the lost and found box was a pink thong among other misplaced socks and such. My heart began racing like it did when I was at JJ's all those years ago. But I left them. I didn't touch them. They tempted me each time I went to put my shit from the washer into the dryer and then to take them out. But I was vigilant. I told myself no and that it was creepy and I stayed away. That night I dreamt about them and woke up the next morning craving them. At class I was distracted thinking about if I should steal them. Who would stop me? That night I put together a bull shit load of laundry just to have an excuse of going in the laundry room again. This time on top of two of the washers were a pile of girls clothes. I looked to make sure no one was around and then I went through them. I felt how soft some of the panties were. I wanted them but it didn't feel right. Then and there I made a rule to myself, I was never going to steal from anyone I know, I was never going to steal out of any of the machines or the pile of clothes. I was only to take if it was in the lost and found, on the floor, or left in alone in a machine. So I took the pink pair out of the lost and found and took them back to my room. I sniffed them but they had been washed and dried so they smelt like detergent. I put them on and jerked off while high which is the best feeling personally. Afterwards I felt that post nut guilt. I made sure I didn't get any jizz on them and then I threw them back in the box. It went on for a while where I would check, take and then return. It was getting to a point where I was more interested in panties than the girls who wore them. I felt bad again. Spring break rolled around and I was to go Hiking with my friends. I figured it would be a good way to get my mind off of girls underwear for a moment. Before I left on the trip I looked in the lost and found again and saw at least 6 pairs. I felt so tempted but I knew I couldn't. I told myself that if they weren't claimed by the time I came back I would keep them. The trip was good. When I came back most of the other students were still gone no one would catch me taking them. I hurried to the box to find it empty. For some reason I was heartbroken. Like I just walked into my gf's room to find a note that she was leaving me and I'd never see her again. I was pissed, I guess the janitors took the clothes to donate or something, which was probably for the best. There will be a Part 2!

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