The two smells

There can’t be many adolescent boys who haven’t at least thought about sniffing their mum’s dirty knickers but given the circumstances of this story, you’ll understand me wanting to remain anonymous.

I was 13, and the hormones were beginning to surge. It was during the long school holidays – a hot summer’s day in the late 70s – and I was in on my own. Mum had gone out to the shops.

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