I am Xiao Ai, a 20-year-old who just graduated from nursing school and was fortunate enough to land a nursing position at a large hospital. This has always been a dream of mine. When the hospital called to inform me of my acceptance, I cheered in my room. Then, I thought about sharing this good news with my mother, to let her share in my joy.
After leaving my room, I found that my mother wasn't in hers; she was taking a shower in the bathroom. I told her about my acceptance from outside the bathroom. She sounded very happy and said that after she finished showering, she would take me out for a big meal to celebrate. 'Then hurry up, Mom,' I said before waiting for her in the living room.
Not long after, my mother came into the living room wearing a loose bathrobe and said to me, 'Sweetie, you'll have to wait a bit longer. I need to wash the dirty clothes first.'
Seeing my mother holding a basin of her laundry, I felt a sudden restlessness. I playfully said to her, 'Mom, let's wash them tomorrow. For now, let's go out for that big meal.'
Seeing me act spoiled, my mother said to me in a resigned tone, 'You're still acting spoiled with your mom at this age. Alright, we'll wash them tomorrow! Let's go eat now!'
After my mother and I had a meal at a high-end Western restaurant near where we lived, she saw me to the door and reminded me, 'I'm going to work the night shift, sweetie. You should go to bed early. Don't be late for your first day at work tomorrow.' After I assured her, she hurried off.
'Alone again,' I couldn't help but think. My father passed away when I was very young, and to earn more money, my mother often took on odd jobs at night, so I was frequently left alone at home.
From the age of 12 or 13, I began to feel different from other girls. When other girls at school would gush over some male classmate or swoon over a handsome guy, I always seemed uninterested. A few of my friends noticed my indifference and often teased me, saying I was pretending to be aloof. But I wasn't pretending; I genuinely wasn't interested in the guys they found attractive. I didn't know why until something happened that made me realize what was going on with me.
Back when I was still in middle school, a few close friends and I decided to meet up for dinner and karaoke one evening. The night was filled with great vibes, and before we knew it, we had all had a bit too much to drink at the karaoke bar. We ended up booking a room nearby, where a few of us girls squeezed onto the hotel bed to sleep. In my drowsy state, I felt something heavy pressing down on my body, my face nestled against something warm, moist, and tender, with a foul smell wafting into my nose. Too exhausted to care, I didn’t pay it much mind. Soon, in my haze, I felt as if it was raining, with droplets hitting my face and an even stronger stench filling my nostrils. As I groggily realized something was amiss—how could it be raining inside the hotel?—I forced my eyes open to see my face pressed against someone’s crotch, which was currently releasing a stream of pale yellow urine onto my face.
My first thought was how utterly disgusting this was. I quickly lifted my head, struggling to get away, but after a few attempts, I found I couldn’t break free. I managed to shift my head and body slightly, which was enough to avoid the urine. As I struggled, I gradually became more awake.
Looking around, I understood why I couldn’t break free. I was lying roughly in the center of the bed, with two or three friends resting their legs on top of me. The female genitalia in front of me belonged to one of these friends.
‘When did this little minx take off her panties and put her legs on me?’ I muttered under my breath, wiping my face with my freed hand and, without thinking, taking a sniff.
‘So foul,’ I said to myself, feeling repulsed. Yet, inexplicably, my body grew warm and excited. What’s happening? I knew I wasn’t into girls; I’d never felt this way around them before. Why was my body reacting to the stench of my friend’s urine? I’d never experienced this kind of excitement in all my teenage years.
I pushed my friend hard, but she was sound asleep and wouldn’t wake. The stench only made me more aroused. Against my better judgment, I found myself struggling to bring my face closer to her crotch. As I neared, the smell intensified, and the combination of urine and the unique scent of female genitalia made my body heat up, my own nether regions growing increasingly moist.
I looked at the foul-smelling private part in front of me and felt an urge to lick it. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and started licking. Just as I was doing so, another friend suddenly stepped on my face with her foot, startling me! I quickly moved the foot off my face with my hand and looked at its owner, relieved to find that it was just a friend turning over in her sleep, accidentally stepping on my face.
"This foot really stinks! How many days has it been since you washed it?" Even after moving the foot away, I could still smell its stench, similar to the foul smell of another friend's private part. This friend's foot odor also stimulated my sexual desire.
Gently, I placed the foot I had moved back onto my face while licking another friend's private part with my mouth. Under this dual stimulation, I experienced my first orgasm in over a decade. After the climax, I fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, none of my friends noticed what had happened. Due to the smell of urine on the bed, they all speculated about who had wet the bed last night. Of course, I knew who it was, but could I say? I had no choice but to join them in their guessing and teasing.
After this incident, I discovered my unconventional fetish. However, since the last event was accidental and unrepeatable, I could only suppress my impulses and try not to think about it.
I then turned my attention to my mother. She always left her dirty clothes in a basin outside the bathroom after showering, giving me an opportunity. I often took her bra and panties to my room while she was showering, masturbating as I smelled them. The stronger scent of a middle-aged woman further stimulated my sexual desire. After climaxing, I would sneak the items back before she noticed. My naive mother never found out. I knew it was perverted, but what could I do with such an unconventional fetish? My mother was the closest to me, so she became my target.
Now, I was alone at home. In my room, I licked my mother's panties while rubbing her bra against my private parts, indulging in my unconventional sexual fetish on my bed.