I never thought I'd be the kind of person to sneak into my mother's room and steal her panties, but here I was, an adult with a girlfriend, still doing it. It was a habit I couldn't seem to shake, no matter how hard I tried.
One night, I found myself standing outside her door, my heart pounding in my chest. I remembered the night I discovered her sleeping with her butt exposed, covered only by black leggings. I had been both shocked and thrilled by the sight, and I couldn't resist the urge to sniff her musky crack.
I approached her sleeping form carefully, my breath shallow and quiet. I took a deep breath, savoring the intoxicating scent of her sweat and dirt. It was a smell I had come to crave, one that I couldn't get enough of.
Emboldened, I pulled down her leggings a little, exposing more of her musky crack. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't stop either. I was lost in the illicit thrill of it all, my heart racing as I breathed in her scent.
Time seemed to stand still as I lost myself in the moment, sniffing my mother's musky crack for what felt like hours. Suddenly, I realized I had come without even touching myself. The power of her scent was undeniable.
I quickly cleaned up, pulling her leggings back into place and tucking myself in. I left the room, feeling both exhilarated and guilty, but unable to resist the allure of her musky crack.
This became a nightly ritual, one I continued even after I moved out and got a girlfriend. I found myself sniffing her ass too, unable to resist the scent that reminded me of my mother.
I wondered if I was the only one who had ever done something like this, but I didn't regret it. I knew I would never get enough of that musky crack. It was a part of my mother that I would always crave, no matter how old I got.
"Hey, what are you doing?" my girlfriend asked, catching me sniffing her ass.
"Nothing," I said, blushing. "I just love the way you smell."
She raised an eyebrow, but didn't push the issue. She knew there was something different about me, something that set me apart from other guys. And I was okay with that. I would always be a mama's boy, and I was proud of it.
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