An unexpected discovery led to a wonderful orgasm and my love for thongs.
I discovered masturbation nearly a year earlier to this event. I wasn't interested nor curious about boys or even other girls. In retrospect, I was shy at exploring my sexuality and needed a kink to motivate me to touch myself. One day in spring, I was home alone after school and my parents were at their respective jobs. I went into the dining room, where I intended to get a snack from the larder and I noticed something small and pink, dangling on the clothes horse along with the rest of washing up.
To my surprise, it was a g-string and I was even more greatly astonished by the thought that mum was wearing these. I recalled how I had seen two girls in school wearing thongs under their uniforms; while fascinated, I thought, at the time, that girls our age were too young to wear them and that it was just asking to be ogled by lecherous and horny boys.
Curious, I picked up the g-string. It was pink, made of nylon and almost sheer. The material felt light and soft as I toyed with it in my fingers and thumb. I marvelled at the skimpy and stringy design, giving me the urge to try it on to see what it looked and felt like. I took off my jeans and regular panties, for a few moments I stood there bottomless holding the g-string and letting my excitement build up.
The moment I put it on, I had never felt so aroused in life and my pussy tingled with joy. Wearing that g-string was so wonderful, felt light and revealing. It was like being naked, yet I was covered up, which made me feel so naughty. I rushed upstairs to a mirror to admire the view of myself. The cute triangular pink crotch and the tight tiny waistband against my hips made it look so skimpy and fragile. After looking at myself from behind, I turned back around and watched myself in the mirror rubbing the material against my crotch.
Unable to resist the urge to touch myself, I took off the g-string and put it between my legs. I proceeded to floss the g-string between my pussy lips, letting the silky and smooth material tease me for a few minutes. I could feel myself running wet but stopped, not wanting to stain and ruin them. In my bedroom, I laid on my bed with the g-string lying on my left thigh and finger fucked myself to an intense, body ripping orgasm.
Over time, when home alone, I would sneak into mum's drawer and her thongs and lingerie would become my playthings. She had a great range, I enjoyed modelling them, which made me so horny and there were times when I found white dried up stains inside. Like-mother-like-daughter, right? Eventually I discovered that she got rid of the pink g-string, which was something that bummed me out. I wish I could have kept it as a souvenir. To me, its something like a first love.