My Candid Story
Hello everyone! I'll tell you my strange story. For as long as I can remember, I've always loved the smell of women's feet. And this love began thanks to my mom.
One time, when a friend came to visit us, I was playing in my mom's room with a small wind-up car and accidentally drove it right under the big, tall bed. At the same time, for some reason, my mom and this friend sat down on it.
I easily crawled under the bed from the other side, took the car and was about to continue playing, but my attention was drawn to two pairs of women's legs dangling above the floor.
At first, out of curiosity, I crawled closer to get a better look, naturally
understanding that the adult ladies wouldn't notice me. I remember the friend was wearing beige tights, and my mom was just in footlets.As soon as I saw the friend's beautifully painted toenails, a strange smell immediately hit my nose. It was a bit spicy, if you will, and only later did I realize it was the scent of sweat mixed with the smell of nylon.
My mom's feet, with noticeably reddened heels, smelled similar, and I took turns bringing my nose to her soles, then to the friend's soles. I felt a strange desire that made me sniff and sniff these female body parts.
After a few minutes, my mom called out, and I had to crawl out of my hiding place. However, since then I became obsessed with women's scents. I understood that at that time boys and girls still kept their distance, so I could only experience something from real feminine aromas at home.
My mom and I lived alone, and when she wasn't home, I didn't miss the chance to smell all her shoes, clothes, and underwear.
Once, when I found and smelled my mom's dirty panties in the bathroom, I had my first conscious erection, and it was so strong that my penis didn't go down for about twenty minutes.
Since then, my mom's scent unconsciously became associated with sexual arousal for me. I admit, later on this started to bother me a bit, because any kiss or contact with my mother caused me embarrassment and a strange, light languor.
However, the most interesting story of my life happened much later. One hot early morning, I was sleeping in my bed. By the way, the heat was unbearable then, and I, not shy at all, slept on the bed completely naked.
That morning, my mom came into my room to wake me up so we could leave early for the dacha.
Apparently, I was still dozing, so I didn't fully understand whether I was dreaming or not. Through my drowsiness, I felt my mom sit on my bed and start quietly stroking my face. I smelled her scent, and my imagination ran so wild that I didn't even feel myself getting aroused.
Surely, that was the first time my mom saw my erection with her own eyes. However, she wasn't embarrassed, although she probably felt awkward. Through the sleepy haze, I heard her words:
– Wake up, sunshine! It's time for us to go... You're already such a big boy. Growing up right before my eyes...
But I was still in a sweet half-sleep, which I didn't want to leave. I felt that with each minute this dream was becoming more and more pleasant, until I distinctly felt a sweet languor throughout my body.
I opened my eyes and looked at my mom. Instantly, I realized I was completely naked in front of her and with an erect penis, and I wanted to get up or make some movement, but what I saw stopped me.
My mom, with interest, not looking at me and probably thinking I was still asleep, was caressing my genitals with her hand. She was gently massaging my testicles, whispering:
– Here he is, my little hero... What a handsome one, huh! Sleeping and doesn't know how handsome he is!...
Then her caring female hand reached higher, and she carefully and slowly began to grasp and then immediately release my firm, curved-toward-the-stomach, twitching penis shaft. My mom's thumb and index finger tenderly felt my hard, youthful flesh, bringing me seconds of ecstasy. My whole being was seized by voluptuous tension.
Reaching my half-open bluish-red glans with her fingers, my engrossed mom stopped and, with a light chuckle, noticeably but not too hard flicked her index finger right on the stretched frenulum of my penis. I felt a jolt shoot through my entire pudendal nerve, and, uttering to my mom who turned to me and was smiling: "Ooh... Mommy!", I began to ejaculate right before her eyes.
The smile immediately left her face when she realized I wasn't asleep, and, worst of all, I had started to emit semen. Many streams of sperm shot from my strongly twitching member, flooding my stomach and my chest with a creamy-yellow ejaculate.
My mom, out of great shame and surprise, covered her slightly opened mouth with her hand and widened her eyes.
– Mmm, that feels so good, mommy... , – I moaned quietly.
– Oh! What have I done!? – she whispered.
My mom shot out of my room like a bullet, leaving me lying there soiled with my own sperm. However, after a couple of minutes, with a red face and lowered, moist eyes, she quickly entered my room and placed a pack of tissues on the bed next to me.
– Clean yourself up... We need to leave soon... , – she said, seemingly with effort.
That evening, my mom tried to talk to me. She explained to me that she innocently, as if playing, wanted to touch my sexual organ while I was sleeping, that she didn't intend to seduce me, and that she loves me and would never hurt me.
I reassured her, saying that I understood everything, and that it was just an accident. However, lately I've been wondering: was it really an accident? After all, something made her touch me there, from which I undoubtedly experienced the happiest moments of my life.
Recently, we've grown closer, very much closer. We've even gone to the shower together a few times, I helped her scrub her back, and she helped me. In recent weeks, my penis has been openly getting hard in my mom's presence, and she sees it, but doesn't say anything, only smiles at me.
I'm writing this story, and next to me lie her worn panties, which I again secretly stole from the laundry basket. Their aroma awakens in me an inexplicable desire for closeness with my mother. But how can I understand if she wants the same? Wouldn't it be a sin if this desire turns out to be mutual? Perhaps you, dear reader, can suggest answers to these questions...