CHAPTER 1
He wasn't exactly sure why, but he had a sense of foreboding and dread when he heard his mom call him into the living room. He was a healthy 19 year old, not real big in stature, who, lately it seemed, couldn't think about anything except masturbating. Maybe it was the subject of his masturbation fantasies that caused him to have the guilty conscience.
"Billy, are you coming in here or not?", she said, a little more forcefully this time. "Coming mom, just a second".
It seemed like ever since his Dad died 3 years ago in a car wreck, his mom Linda had become less and less tolerant of him. After his Dad's auto accident, Linda had decided she and Billy would move in with her two sisters and their mom in their spacious old home. Linda, Liz, and Lori were all strikingly beautiful; they definitely had the stunning looks of their mother, Leona. If the truth were told, it was actually Leona that entered Billy's masturbation fantasies first, even though she was 44 years his senior! He still remembered how it all started.
One night, a couple of years earlier, Billy was home alone. All the women had taken a 'girls night out' and wouldn't be home until much later.
While wandering through the upstairs of the house he stopped at his grandma, Leona's, bedroom. The door was cracked open about 6". Looking in he saw a pile of clothes next to the bed on the floor. Usually his grandma's room was neat as a pin. He thought she must have changed in a hurry before they left to go out. He wandered in. Among the clothes piled up were a blouse, skirt, pantyhose, and panties.
He should have just turned around, left the room, gone to watch TV and then gone to bed. But he didn't.
Instead he found himself staring at the pile of clothes. Before long he picked up the pantyhose. He noticed that they faintly smelled of his grandma's spicy cologne; but that wasn't all. Bunched up, he held them to his nose. He could smell body odor mixed with the odor of the nylon itself; it was very pleasant. He brought the feet of the nylons up to his nose. That's when his world changed ... forever.
He sat down in a chair, kept sniffing the feet, thinking about what her feet looked like; now knowing what they smell like, and in a very short time he had an erection. He instinctively started rubbing his hard member through his jeans with his right hand while keeping the nylons to his nose with his left. This was better than anything he had ever done before. He couldn't believe how aroused this was making him.
It didn't take him long to remember the white cotton bikini panties that were laying in the pile, too. Soon, he held those to his nose too, inhaling deeply. The crotch and ass sections were very potent ... the odor was like an intoxicant to him.
When he finally went back to his room to masturbate he had the most powerful orgasm he had ever had! It shot clear over his head and hit the wall behind the headboard of the bed. The second and third shots landed in his face and eyes. It was unbelievable ... and he was hooked. Thus began his 'career' of sneaking around to smell the worn stockings, socks, shoes, and dirty panties of his mom, grandma, and two aunts.
He was very careful about it, because he didn't want anything to wreck this great setup ... and he managed to succeed at this for almost 2 years ... until today.
CHAPTER 2
He finally got to the living room, and upon entering he saw that his Aunt Liz, Aunt Lori, and Grandma Leona were all there too.
"Billy", his mom said with the remote in her hand, "grab a seat. We've been waiting to start this movie; we want you to watch it with us".
He replied, "Ugh, what is it ... a chick flick"?
His Aunt Lori chuckled. "Well, sort of". She added, "Hey, at least watch the first few minutes of it before you decide".
Aunt Liz pointed and said, "Sweetie, get youself a lemonade from over on the coffee table. If you don't like the movie after you've finished your lemonade then you don't have to stay."
"OK", he said. He thought that at the very least he would down the lemonade quickly, stay for 5 minutes, then go do something else. He put 5 or 6 ice cubes in a big glass, poured himself a generous portion; after all, he did love lemonade. Then he sat down in a comfortable chair just to the left of the couch.
Billy, of course, did not know it, but he was drinking drugged lemonade. His Aunt Liz worked at a private research company as a chemist and researcher. Their company was very cutting edge, and not widely known. Their customer base was very elite. Some examples included U.S. Military Intelligence, CIA, and others... mostly in the sexual research industry. Advanced interrogation techniques as well as advanced sexual designer drugs were not widely known by the general public; but were very much 'in demand' in the underground.
Leona asked, "How's the lemonade sweetie?"
He surprised even himself by saying, "Wow, it's awesome ... very good ... excellent ...might be the best I ever had!"
The women shot a glance at each other and surpressed giggles. The drug was already taking effect, his tongue was 'loosening up' quickly.
Leona came over and sat on the large armrest of Billy's chair. She started gently stoking his hair and the back of his neck. She wanted to see if the sexual arousal factor of the drug was starting to take effect. She gave a soft tiny kiss at the very corner of his mouth. She did another one on the other corner of his mouth. She puckered her full pink lips right in front of his eyes and gave him a sensuous 'air kiss'. Leona knew that there were very few men that could take this 'kiss teasing' for very long without getting excited. She didn't know if it was the shape of her lips or just her skill, but no man had ever been able to withstand it very long without begging and pleading for a kiss. She was very very good at it and had been using it on men since she was in high school ... it never failed!. Billy was mesmerized. With the drug spurring his own natural arousal along, he leaned forward in hopes of receieving the kiss on the lips Leona was teasing him with. She stopped his head, and gave him another tease kiss. She took her very long, manicured nails and gently scraped them along his upper thigh. She moved them in combination to above his groin and below, not actually touching his genital area. It was obvious that the frustration was building in him as he squirmed in the chair. The other women laughed and nodded their approval. She withdrew her hands, but not before brushing one of them along his hardening shaft.
"Honey", Leona said sweetly, "before we start the movie, would you like to smell your mother's knee high nylons she is wearing now?"
"What? ...would I l-like to ... what?" Billy was suddenly very confused.
"I'm sure that she would be glad to take them off and let you smell the feet part".
"I - I ...", was all that he could stammer out.
Linda added, "Yes, they are pretty stinky ... but if you like them I might let you smell my feet, too".
Leona continued to question her grandson. "Would you like that, honey? And after that how about if I take off my panties and let you smell those? I think they're pretty stinky too because I've worn them for 3 days..."
He finally gathered up enough presence of mind to say, "Look, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't want to smell anything. This is crazy!"
"Is it?", his mom answered. "So you're saying that you don't like to smell women's nylons and panties"?
"Of - of course not", he objected.
