Smelling My Moms Panties Novels & Stories

She muttered to herself, “I was a bit too harsh this time. I’ll have a good chat with him when we get home. It should all be fine.” Bella suddenly raised her head with red-rimmed eyes. She tried to say something, then closed her mouth again. I watched as Mom carefully placed the boxed cake into a bag. Strawberry cake. My absolute favorite. Mom still remembered. It was a shame I wouldn’t be able to eat it anymore. I swallowed instinctively, feeling a little regret. When we got home, my bedroom door was still firmly shut. Mom walked up to the door, cleared her throat, and her voice was unusually gentle.

I kept staring at the exits just waiting for some asshole to walk through with a gun. "Mom. It's fine. I remember you talking about her." I took a deep breath but all I could smell was someones perfume. "Someone's perfume is really strong." I mumbled at the end, "Smells like a bakery." My mom gave me a look like she was about to say something when a young girl jumped at my mom. "Sarah!! I'm done!! I'm free!!" The young girl called out. She was the one that smelled like a bakery. God that smell was engrained in my brain. I looked her up and down as I growled lowly.

Mom spread her legs even more for me. "Oh Tommy, you are doing a great job. Don't stop honey." I got between her legs and pulled her panties down; mom helped me get them off. Her pussy looked so sexy and innocent. I was hard again and ready for anything. I went in face first to mommy's pussy. It glistened with moisture and looked so fucking sexy. I gently spread my mom's pussy lips and began to lick slowly. Her scent was nice and delicious.

I threw a glance at my mother, "...when I have an uninterrupted sound sleep." Aunty Vicky snorted, and smartly disguised it as a cough when Mama rolled her eyes at my statement. "Well, it's obvious that I'm not needed here. Since you two want to gossip, and throw accusations in my face, I'm going to go upstairs to the only one who understands me. My husband." With that, she hopped down the stool, gulped down her coffee and then sashayed out of the kitchen. Aunt Vicky and I waited for a little bit to make sure she was out of earshot, and then we burst into loud peals of laughter. "God, your mum is such a drama queen." She groaned out, seemingly exhausted from laughing so much.

In the end, Grandma threatened to kill herself, and that was the only reason they brought me back from the countryside. But everything I did annoyed Mom. Even wearing short sleeves and shorts would get me yelled at. "Dressing like that at your age. Who are you trying to impress? Why are you showing off your legs? You think you're something special?" To avoid making Mom angry, I wore long sleeves and pants no matter how hot it was. But when the heat made me sweat, Mom would cover her nose in disgust. "You reek. Figures, coming from the countryside. You're as filthy as your grandmother."

I was in the garden, kneeling against the floor as I watered the hibiscus, a smile making its way to my lips as I hummed. My mother’s favorite flowers was hibiscus, I remember my father getting her lots of it whenever he could and now, watering the same flowers only brought me nothing but joy. I tucked a strand of hair that fell to my forehead behind my ear, wiping my face with my other hand, leaning back lightly to admire the work I just did.

The clip showed how Momo went into a rundown public toilet, but when she walked out, he was in a suit and looked like a boy! Grandma Granger stared at the screen, unable to comprehend what happened. Britney thought she did not understand, so she said, “Grandma Granger, can’t you tell yet?”

my mom yelled disappointedly at me as she finally stood up from her chair. "Am going now Mom" I grumbled frustratingly under my clenched teeth before placing my right hand into my jean pocket to grab my di*k from being visible. Then i pushed my chair backwards and placed my left hand on my Mom's handbag before standing up; walking slowly towards our palour door with great style - hiding my bulging trouser from being visible to any of them. "Ehen, see this child o... What's with this your big boy attitude putting hand inside pocket" my mom laughed hard with her head rocking backwards as she said teasingly to me before finally turning to tap Abigail who was now smiling from what my mom had jus

Today was a Sunday. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Julian holding onto a large photo album. He acted casually, slipping through the door crack and sat on the couch. It was as if he had forgotten that he had called me to beg for his forgiveness the last time he was here. Julian flipped open the photo album and pulled me over. "Look, Mommy—this was when I was still in your tummy! And this was when I was just born! Aren't I cute? Grandma said I was the cutest baby in the entire hospital!"

The jock that sent Scott the task said, his voice coming out lustfully showing how aroused he was, his dick was so hard that it was jumping and stretching nonstop inside his pants, Scott reluctantly pulled his fingers out of her and went back to his seat, precums was visible on the front of his boxer showing how intense his arousal was, he gulped and smiled, he felt disappointed for stopping so early but he felt good nonetheless. "Who is the third person?" Scott asked, just voice coming out husky, "I am," Tyler said and many eyes widened, no one expected him to be the third person, Scott was shocked too but he composed himself and grinned "What is my mom's given name?" Scott asked, mischief