I still remember the first time I ever smelled my mum’s bra. I was around four years old, and I had noticed my mum’s clothes draped over the back of a chair.
I was intrigued by the strange shape of the garment and decided to take a closer look. As I got closer, I noticed a strong, sweet scent emanating from the fabric.
I came to the conclusion that this must be the smell of my mum, and I was instantly captivated by it.
It became his chou chou from then onwards
From that day onwards, I started to become obsessed with the smell of my mum’s bras.
Every time I would get a chance, I would sneak into her bedroom and take a good whiff of her clothes. I was completely entranced by the alluring scent.
I even started to take some of her bras with me to bed and would sleep with them pressed against my face.
As I got older, I started to develop a ritual of sorts. Every night before I went to bed, I would take one of my mum’s bras and hold it close to my nose.
I would take deep breaths in, savouring the aroma that reminded me of her. It was something that I looked forward to each night, and I grew to rely on it as a form of comfort.
Mum tried to stop it, but gave up
My mum eventually caught on to my strange habit and tried to put a stop to it. She started to lock her bedroom door and wouldn’t let me in.
But I was determined to keep up my routine, and I found other ways to get my hands on her bras. I would sneak into her wardrobe and take one of her bras without her knowing.
Eventually, my mum stopped locking her bedroom door and I was allowed access to her clothes again. She even started to leave a few of her bras out for me to smell before bed.
I think she was worried that I was going to get too attached to the smell of her bra and that I would never want to let go of it.
My nightly ritual of smelling my mum’s bra has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It’s a comforting habit that brings me peace and joy every night.
Whenever I’m feeling down, I know that I can always turn to the smell of my mum’s bra for comfort.
I may have grown up and moved out of my mum’s house, but I still hold onto this special habit of mine.