Smelling My Moms Panties Novels & Stories

she whispered, her face turning slightly red. "It worked," I replied with a chuckle. "Yeah, that it did," she said, a strange look coming over her face as she turned and headed for her room. After rinsing out the cups and putting them into the dishwasher I went to my room to change but decided my pajama bottoms were too comfortable and left them on. I did put on a t-shirt. It wasn't long before mom opened my door and told me she was headed to work and reminded me to do her laundry once more. I told her to have a good day then waited for a few minutes and went into her room to get the hamper. As I carried it to the laundry room I noticed there wasn't much in it, mainly bras and panties with a

He could just make out the contours of her face, and he could tell she was enjoying herself. Looking down at his hand, he saw that he still had his mother's-soaked panties clenched in his fist. Grinning, he brought the undergarment up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He moaned involuntarily as he was hit with the scent of his mother's pussy again; she smelled... absolutely delicious! Jason had heard from some friends that pussy tasted and smelled gross. But clearly those guys didn't know what they were talking about. Jason could have worn his mother's pussy scent as a perfume. Quickly, he placed the panties around his neck, wearing them like a necklace as he had done earlier in the day. Bendi

Her comforter puffed up around us, smelling like laundry soap and whatever candle she’d been obsessed with last month. “Bro,” Piper groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over her face. “My mum has been here since yesterday, cooking like she’s feeding the entire state of Florida. I swear on all that is holy, she’s trying to season me to death. I think I permanently smell like sofrito." I let out another laugh, rolling onto my side. “You’re stupid.”

“Clean up the kitchen. Put your fingers to good use.” Wait… Did she see that too? ISLA! The door closes after her. I exhale sharply and collapse on the edge of the long table. My mum has caught me thousand times on sex sites, seen me masturbate, and run my big teenage pussy down a dildo… but nothing beats today's embarrassment. I rub my face with my hand in exhaustion. The scent of something feminine hits me. It's my scent lingering on my fingers. “Hmm,” I drag every inch of it in my lungs, getting aroused by just sniffing.

I desperately wanted her to touch me again. After a few futile minutes, I gave up. My aunt grew more excited by the second. She stifled her moans, terrified my uncle next door might hear. But the more she held back, the more obscene her sounds became. I was a man. I couldn't help turning my head to sneak a look. And what met my eyes—her bare lower body. She'd slipped off her panties. Her fingers worked furiously inside herself, and I could even hear the wet, gushing sounds.

Mom tried to tell me but Justin had to take over. “Ginger is about feeling and for you and me it will also be about the smell. Like when I smell your Mom she smells like my favorite ice cream and fruits. Tell me what you smell when it comes to your mom?” Justin is trying to explain the mate thing to me but wants me to smell my Mom. So I take a big whiff of Mom and to me she smells like the woods and herbs. “Well to me Mom smells like the woods and herbs. What does that mean?’’ I asked

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki