I'll be honest here. My fetish began as an element of incest--fantasy incest. I hadn't lived with my mother until I was 14 when my father died. My mother was only 34. She was attractive, buxom and had a hairy black bush, which were evident through her sheer nightgown she wore nude around the apartment after showering. She was also promiscuous. All that nudity and the bedroom noises fueled my young desire. She conveniently put her used panties in the bathroom hamper. I'd be so turned on from all the sexual stimuli that I'd wrap her panties around my hard cock and stroke slowly at first; then I'd put the crotch in my face and deeply smell the wonderful aroma as I sped up my strokes to climax. To this day, I'm a hamper checker.

When I was a child I'd ramble into women's bedrooms when we visited someone. I loved sniffing women's shoes. I also love smelling women's worn shirts.

That's the short version. I have no idea if it's a rare fetish, or common.

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