Sweat began beading off his brow as he read the note again, looking for the punchline, the joke that said it was his sister's prank. But there was none.
He swallowed hard as he realized what this meant; his mom was proud of him for sniffing her shoes and underwear. She approved of it?
Instinctively he dropped the note and fell to his knees. His sister had always laughed at this, saying he was so timid and submissive he'd be a great fit for mom. While he would never acknowledge it, his sister was much more knowledgeable about the sexual world and their mother often indulged her in private conversations, wanting to encourage her little angel down the right path. One of the things that she'd apparently gleaned from all this, he thought as he tore his eyes away from the worn panties, was that his mother was every bit the statuesque, full-bodied domina that he was the weedy, obliging sub. The cornucopia of leopardskin, leather and red satin around him now stood testament to that.
His mom had laid out an incredible spread for him. On the ground lay her footwear; leather boots, red pumps, worn trainers and comfortable slippers all arranged neatly on the floor. Next to them lay her stockings and nylons, arranged according to matching footwear, and on the bedside table lay several pairs of his mom's panties, thongs and enormous bras. But his eyes turned inevitably back to the worn pair of leopardskin panties in his hands.
Suddenly he was holding it just above his head as he knelt down like a supplicant receiving sacrament. As the gentle smell of maternal buttflesh wafted softly down onto him he couldn't help imagining his mother perched above him like a Namio Harukawa drawing, her regal smile beaming down at him over her round shoulder, her bulbous buttocks resting just above his face as they readied to make contact and make both their dreams come true.
He pressed his nose into it. He couldn't help himself. He took a big sniff and filled his lung's with the scent of maternal bottom.
The unexpected power of the stench almost brought him to his knees. He was left reeling, unsteady on his feet. He tried to take another breath and the spicy, earthy scent overpowered him. This couldn't have been what his mother wanted! Did she intend for her panties to smell like this when she told him to put them on? Unbeknownst to him he had placed his nose directly against a dried-in stain left behind as a present by his mother's butt, all but invisible against the black silk of the inside of the panties.
He stumbled, trying to take it off, but couldn't stop himself from taking another breath which buckled his knees and brought him down. His hands feel to his side as his mouth lolled open, appalled by the awful stench. He stumbled and fell into the row of neat shoes, the heel of his mother's knee-high leather boot digging hard into his balls. Despite himself, he felt his member hardening as he lay. What had she done to him?
Hours later, she came back in through the door to find him collapsed on the floor of her bedroom, paralytic and barely conscious. He looked up at her pleadingly as he mouthed pleas for help as she saw he had gotten her panties halfway off his face before collapsing. She smiled beautifully as she stepped slowly towards him.
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