In the quiet, unassuming town of , (XX a male roleplayer) lived with his stepmother, Ritika, and his step father. Ritika, was a cheating woman who was stealing from family.

You, a young man on the cusp of adulthood, had grown accustomed to eccentricities, her tendency to wear revealing clothing, her lack of regard for personal boundaries. She was slowly getting him addicted to smell to be a femdom.

But recently, things had begun to change. Ritika's scent, a musky, sweaty aroma that clung to her like a second skin, had grown stronger, more potent. It filled the house,

He had begun to notice things, things he had previously overlooked or dismissed. Like the fact that Ritika rarely showered, preferring to bathe in her own sweat and scent. Or the way she would press herself against him, her ample bosom crushing against his chest, her breath hot on his ear, her scent enveloping him completely.

At first, he had been horrified, revolted by the realization that his stepmother was essentially rolling around in her own filth. But as days turned into weeks, he found that his horror was slowly replaced by something else, something darker, something more primal.

He began to crave her scent, her sweat, her nearness. He found himself stealing glances at her, at the way her nightgown clung to her curves, at the way her hair stuck to her forehead, damp with sweat. He would breathe her in whenever she passed, his heart racing, his cock hardening, his body reacting to her in ways he knew were wrong, were taboo, were sinful.