Smelling My Moms Panties Novels & Stories

This makes my body shake uncontrollably. Without warning, a light turns on and focuses on me, leaving me completely dazzled. In the background, I begin to hear John Legend's song "All of Me." Which makes no sense since we don't play that kind of music unless a customer requests it. I am trying to see through this half-darkness when I feel a hand on my waist, making me jump. However, when Massimo's fragrance reaches my nose, I relax a bit.

I shoved both panties under my pillow, already planning to use them later, when my phone buzzed. Mom...: Do my panties smell as good as Mary's? 😛 I smirked even though I was still pissed. Me: Mary’s smell like a curious but innocent young girl. Yours smell like a woman who’s soaked because she wants to suck cock. I’ll give you my final answer in like ten minutes... Less than a minute later there was a soft knock. Mom slipped into my room. I was already lying there naked except for a t-shirt. She didn’t say a word — just crawled onto the bed, pulled my cock out, and gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.

She arched forward so that her breasts popped at me and I drank in my mom's voluptuous, supple spheres. "Awesome! But, I can only see the top. Lemme see your panties," I requested and a smile remained painted on mom's lips. "Mmm, 'panties' is such a dirty word," mom said, standing up, her robe sliding off her shoulders to the chair. "...especially to say you mother." I eyed the absolute treat unveiling itself to me while I pondered her comment. Should I not refer to them as panties? 'Underwear' is such a boring word. "So, do you like my panties, baby?" The seductive way she said the word 'panties' sent a pulse through my cock. I nearly moaned aloud.

I kept talking for a long time and I thought that this way my mother wouldn't ask for a photo or anything, Oliver kept making fun of my panties and I only managed to end the call 10 minutes later, luckily my mother didn't say anything about a photo. "That was close, my mom wanted a picture of me..." I say, throwing the phone on the bed. "Are you wearing naughty panties now? Hello?" "What?" I ask in surprise. "I asked if you're wearing naughty panties, these panties are so small and you have a big ass, if you're wearing naughty panties they should be all the way up your ass and into your vagina." He gives me a strange look. "Your mother has a big ass," I say, not sure what to do.

I was now looking at my own Moms beautiful ass in those slacks, her hair was up in a bun, nice 8 hour shift today Mother i said with dry mouth as i was sporting the biggest hard on, i dropped to my knees, face to her ass as she was still peeking out the corner of the blind, is Dad still their i said as i pushed my nose right in her ass where the panty line gusset was under her slacks. Very deep whiffs i took of my moms ass, my nose was buried in her ass, oh Mom i love it i said as i found that beautiful smell i was looking for, God i wanted to stay their, she smelled so dam good.I so wish you had to fart right now Mother i said as my nose was wedged between her cheeks.

It was making her wet again. "Mommy likes that a lot, Bobby. Now a little lower." She gently pushed again. "Mommy, you have hair down there!" "Yes, Baby, I do. That's Mommy's 'pussy.' Do you like it?" "Oh, yes. I like it Mommy, but it tickles my nose." "Just push it aside and keep kissing Mommy. Yes, Oh God Yes!" Ruth gasped. "You smell funny, Mommy." "Yes, Sweetie. That's my special 'Mommy scent' because I'm really enjoying the way you kiss her down there. Do you like my Mommy scent?"

“Please, Marlie.” She rolled me onto my back and sat up between my legs. Her fingers curled around the waistband of my panties, now stuck to my folds like a second skin. She tugged them down slowly, peeling the wet fabric off inch by inch. Her eyes locked with mine as the panties slid past my knees. She brought them to her nose, inhaled deep, and groaned. “Oh baby,” she murmured. “You smell like fuck. You smell like need.”

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

I was about to type back when I heard a knock on my door. Shit! I yanked my hand out of my pants and quickly threw my phone under my pillow. My mom opened the door and walked into my room “Mommmmmm!!!! What happened to waiting for a ‘come in’” I shouted, a little high-pitched. “Ohh, Ronny. Don't be such a sour girl” My mom smiled, ignoring my frustration as she casually strolled into the room, completely oblivious to what she had just interrupted. I sat up quickly, my cheeks still flushed from... well, everything. I did my best to compose myself, but my heart was still racing. My pussy still throbbing with the need to finish what I’d started.