Aromatherapy

This true story falls under several categories for the website however I think it would be most recieved under incest as it involves me and my mother. Brief discription, she is brunette, somewhat tall with a fairly toned body for her age (late 40s). I'll say she's attractive. Let me begin by saying I have an intesne fetish for smelling females worn socks as the smell is always different and it turns me on more than anything. The thing is my mom knew this because when I lived with her I would occassionally steal her socks from the hamper and masturbate inside them. Her sweat was very pungent and she tended to sweat a lot because of her active job as a delivery driver for a private company, as well as the fact that she would routinely work out in the gym after work and go on a long walk/ jog around the neighborhood. I began categorizing the socks between the ones that weren't used for working out and the ones that were, enjoying the fact that the workout socks were usually thicker and felt better to touch myself with since they absorbed way more sweat. Anyways I knew she knew because one day I went to her room after she got home and when I heard the shower turn on I snuck in the room and started looking for the socks. I couldn't find them and figured she was still wearing them and that's when the bathroom door opened. My mom was topless and she quickly covered up when she saw me, asking me what the hell I was doing. I hastily made up an excuse that I was looking for one of my favorite shirts and figured she might have mixed it up in the laundry. Let me mention this was the first time I saw my moms boobs since I was young and they hung halfway down her chest. I guess she believed me because she closed the door, but I noticed she was still wearing them so I kinda gave up for the night. What I usually did was shove one in my mouth and suck it dry as I deeply inhaled through the other into I needed to cum and I'd slide them over my genitals and finish. Other times I would lay on my bed and make myself breathe only through my nose until I couldn't handle it anymore then I'd unload in them. Sometimes I even taped my mouth closed. It was intense and my mom's sweat smell was addicting. I wasn't officially caught yet because that happens probably a month later when she left to meet a friend (I lived alone with my mom) and I planned to take advantage of the alone time.

I remember I had gone a few days without masturbating and I was feeling very horny. Knowing she would be gone for a while I got completely naked minus wearing socks of my own and went into my mom's room. Instead of going for the used socks I went for her super soft fuzzy socks that she would wear at night sometimes. These were clean, they felt the best on my cock but I never came inside them because they would ruin them. So I walked into the computer room and started watching some porn. Well after edging for like an hour I heard the front door open and my mom came in with groceries. My heart sank to my stomach. I got carried away and forgot what time it was. Like a penguin I sort of waddled into her room and hid in her closet. My mind was absolutely racing and I knew she would eventually see me so I took off the socks and stuffed them in some random clothes. My cock was throbbing and I was still shaking right as my mom walked into the room and closed the door behind her. I think she assumed I was in the bathroom or something. I could barely see through the closet door as she began taking off her earrings and undid her hair. Next I watched as my mom took off her shirt and shorts leaving the bra and panties on, a white bra and pink panties. She had dimples on her ass whoch for some reason caught my attention. At that moment she came to the closet and opened the door to find me standing there. I was trying to cover my cock but I couldn't and she saw I was hard. For like 5 seconds she didn't say anything then asked if I was watching her and why I was in there. I told the truth about the computer room but left out the socks to which she said it was okay and that she knew about the missing socks and she had actually seen me take them before. She suggested I head to my room in a playful manner and I waddled my ass out of there. I had one of the best orgasms of my life that night.

A couple nights later we were eating dinner and this was a real conversation I had with my mom. My mom and I were pretty close and I opened up to her about everything. I told her that her sweaty socks made me loose my mind and I would steal them to masturbate with. She seemingly understood by now I guess because she saw me actually steal them before. I added the fact she had such an active job made them smell super bad and she somehow took it as a compliment. She smiled and saw it was a sign of a good days work and told me she knew they smelled really bad sometimes. I want to reiterate these socks would be damp to the touch with sweat and I had acquired an addiction for the smell. I basically told her this and she told me I could smell them but not cum in them or use them for jacking off because it strerched them out. I had an idea. I suggested buying her socks online and have her wear them for 3 days in a row before letting me smell them right when she got home on the third day. I added that I would stop stealing her socks. After a while she agreed and I actually got hard thinking about it. Well that night I bought a pair of these baby blue slouch socks online and that became my new fantasy. The night they showed up I gave them to my mom and she promised to wear them for 3 days straight. I was so damn excited. Keep in mind this was during the summmer. At day one she came home and I gave her a ziploc to seal them in. She wouldn't let me even see her take her shoes off and she hid the bag. It drove me nuts. Day 2 she still had them on and she mentioned they were getting pretty stinky. Back in the ziploc bag. You could literally see the condensation. Day 3 came and she walked in the door, teasing me that it was particularly humid out and she could actually smell them sitting in the seat of her van. I remember I was wearing my bathrobe with nothing underneath. She sat on one of the living room chairs and I laid down underneath the chair so just my head was visible. Before she took her work shoes off the smell hit me. It was so bad that I actually thought about bailing out but before I could think she undid a shoelace and held her foot above my head, waving it around. I swear to god this smell was the equivalent to ten pairs of the ones I would usually smell. With the shoe still on I couldn't help but breathe through my mouth. The top part of the sock was all I could see and I was barely able to breathe. She noticed my reaction and laughed at me saying this would put an end to my charades once and for all. She untied the other shoe and took them both off at the same time. Her blue socks were practiaclly black on the bottom and I could feel the heat coming from her feet. She said this was torture but I just laid there and began taking deep breaths. She suspended them above my nose and I heard her giggling. The smell was just insane. My cock was sticking out from my robe but she couldn't see because I was under the chair she was sitting on. I began touching myself. The smell was unbearable and when I breathed through my mouth I could taste it. I was actually getting dizzy when she put both her feet on my face and turned on the tv. I let out a loud moan and she lifted her feat up for a moment before putting one foot over my mouth and the other lifted my nostrils. This went on for a while. I was obviously jacking off and she knew it but didn't say anything and kept rubbing my face with these socks. After a minute or so she reached down and peeled one off her foot, believe it or not the smell got even worse. I didn't think this was even possible. This whole time she was commenting on how bad they smelled and asked if I needed a break. I said no and I asked her if she could tape one in my mouth and tape the other over my nose. She took the other one off and draped them on my face as she got up and found some tape. I knew she saw me jacking off because she came back with some packaging tape, grabbed my right hand first and taped my hands to the chairs legs. She whispered I couldn't do that yet. I mean she used so much tape I couldn't even move. I was getting lightheaded. Without saying anything she grabbed one sock and stuffed it in my mouth and taped it shut. Immediately I felt a very sour flavor on my tongue and my saliva absorbed into it. All I could taste was my mom's sour, tart sweaty sock. The other one she turned inside out and sealed my nose with it, taping it to my face. She stood up and admired her work of art. I had to swallow the saliva and sweat since I was laying down and I felt humiliated. She told me she would take a shower and let me go after she got out. I yelled but it was muffled and she reminded me that I might regret this. For about 15 minutes I laid there helpless as her socks destroyed me. I couldn't touch myself which was unbearable and all I thought about was how this would be a memory to get off to. It felt longer but she told me 15 minutes. I was actually very much relieved when she came back wearing her bathrobe. She had her hair in a ponytail and asked me if I was finished. I simply nooded and she sat back in the chair. She untaped my arms first then my mouth and last my nose. I removed the socks and I realized I actually lost my sense of smell for a little after. She put the socks back in the ziploc and gave them to me. She hugged me and said that was a one time deal never to happen again. I wasn't even disappointed because I don't think I could handle that again. However when I started touching myself again she stopped me and told me to go to my room in a more serious manner. I think she realized it couldn't go any further than it already had. I went to my room and I used those until the day they simply became crusty pieces of cloth and eventually threw them away. I would still take her socks after this but never came in them and if I did they were thrown away. Maybe like a year after this I moved out to my own place. I still spend time with my mom but we never really mentioned this after it happened so it remained a vivid memory. That was the experience I wanted to share and I know I'm not the only guy with this type of fetish. My mom and I are close but not to the level which some stories on here reach, especially in the incest category.

P.S. My mom gave me some other pairs of socks as time went on as time went on but never wore them more than a day. I eventually moved out and I had this memory stay with me for years. Even now I get off to this memory thinking of all the avenues it could have taken. My ex girlfriend was open to the idea and she let me smell her socks every now and then and yes I'd steal those too. One day if I get married I hope this fetish of mine turns into a living fantasy.