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Desire

... imagining kissing mom's feet, and noticed that they smelled....nice. It didn't smell nasty, like uncle Pete's feet. And it definitely didn't smell like Rubber Willy. But it was nice - and it was HER's. As I breathed deeply, I had an idea.......... The next evening, I rummaged through the laundry-basket, until I found mom's dirty knickers. As I had hoped, they smelled a bit like Rubber Willy. I started doing this every day. Often, you could hardly smell anything at all. But sometimes, the smell was very strong. Then I snuck the knickers into my room, or the toilet, and jacked off, while sniffing them - imagining my face buried deep in mom's pussy. I was going past their bedroom one night, when I heard moaning and creaking from inside. My pecker immediately got hard and I stopped to listen. I pulled my pecker out of my pyjamas and - as I was rubbing it - I wondered if I could get away with opening the door just a tiny crack, so I could watch them. With mom's moaning getting louder, and my pecker throbbing ever harder, I couldn't stand it anymore. I reached out and ever so slowly turned the door-handle. I gave the door the tiniest push, and.......... I don't think, I had ever been so frightened in my life. When I pushed the door, it gave out an enormous CRACK. My heart stopped - and I was flying down the hallway. I dove under my sheets and hoped I would die before dad came in to kill me. After a looong time, I finally realised, that no-one was coming. I couldn't relax though, ...

... wondering if I was going to be interrogated in the morning.......... When I was 13, I was still sniffing mom's knickers, whenever I could. One day, they smelled of pee. This excited me. I went to jack off, sniffing her knickers, and imagined licking mom's pussy, tasting both her usual scent and licking off a bit of pee. When I was in the bath that night, I needed to pee. Usually, I just let it go in the water. But this time, I peed into the detachable shower-head. When I was finished, I dipped a finger into it and tasted it. I wasn't sure about what to expect, but I liked the taste. I lifted the shower-head and dipped my tongue in the liquid. Then I sipped some, but it made me cough. But I found that, as long as I didn't let it reach my throat, I could swirl my pee around my mouth. I loved the taste, but not once it got cold. Now, when I went to the toilet to pee, I often peed on my fingers and tasted it, imagining it was mom's pee. I wondered what it would be like, having her pee just as I was licking her pussy.......... And then I found something new.......... I was still hoping to find those two photos of mom - and maybe a few more. Dad's desk-drawer was usually locked, but it was open one day. I found a diary, and when I started reading, I realised that he was writing down everything that he and mom were doing in bed. It wasn't anywhere near as interesting as some of the stories I had read; but it was exciting, reading descriptions of mom giving dad head, for example. If I ...