Smelling My Moms Panties Novels & Stories

My mom moaned quietly into his mouth. I slipped my hand into my panties without thinking. I was dripping. My fingers found my swollen clit and started slow circles as I watched. Lucas broke the kiss and gently pushed my mom backward until she sat on the bed. He knelt in front of her and pushed her skirt up her thighs. She wore simple white panties, but the way he looked at them made them seem filthy. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then higher. My mom’s breathing grew ragged. “Lucas… we shouldn’t…”

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

I snatched my shirt and darted to the hall. My bedroom door clicked shut just as the front door opened. Jason called up the stairs. “Ethan? You home?” I opened my door, feigning nonchalance. “Yeah.” “Cool. You missed a hell of a practice. Coach went psycho.” I grinned, but my heart was still hammering. From my doorway, I saw Mrs. Rowen descending the stairs a minute later, hair pinned up, expression unreadable. “Hey, Mom,” Jason said. “Jason.” Her voice was perfectly calm. “You smell like turf.”

I had a child for Pete’s sake and my child was my focus, not some silly feelings or whatever you call this. You stop feeling as if you will be seeing your crush for a long time, Poppy. So what if he came over? I looked at myself. Still wearing my sweaty pajamas. I needed to shower and wear something decent before Sebastian Holding arrived. Decent? It was not a requirement to make myself presentable. We will be grocery shopping and wearing shorts this summer season is also acceptable. It was time to show some skin, but not that much to attract perverts. “Mommy?”

Hoping he’d touch me again. The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and sizzling bacon, the warm, comforting aromas filling the air and making my stomach growl despite everything. Mom was already seated at the table, scrolling through her phone with a satisfied, glowing look on her face, the kind of post-sex glow that made my stomach twist with a confusing mix of jealousy and shame. She looked relaxed and happy, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. And there he was.

The IV fluid fell slowly, making faint sounds. Maybe I had been too emotional today. Once I calmed down, exhaustion hit me. Just as my head began to nod, my mother woke up. "What's wrong? Did you and Diana have a fight?" She smiled at me. The hand with the IV lifted slightly and rested on my head. That warmth felt familiar. Like when I was a child–when classmates mocked me for being an orphan, and I fought back, coming home covered in bruises. She had not scolded me. She had just stroked my head and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The card's words burned in her mind: Wear this if you have the balls, stepdaughter. 'You know what? You got this,' she murmured to her reflection, steeling herself. With a deep breath, she stepped into the panties, the sheer fabric sliding up her legs and settling against her bare pussy. The egg pressed firmly against her clit, cool and unyielding, a promise of torment. She adjusted the straps, the lace framing her smooth folds, already faintly damp from the anticipation. Her phone buzzed on the vanity, Mom. 'Mum, I'm coming down shortly,' she said, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. She ended the call abruptly, taking one last look. Black heels matched the dress's crimson hu

I had moved out to avoid disturbing my sister-in-law, Lily, during her pregnancy. After receiving a bonus today, I wanted to treat them to an expensive durian. Yet, I was struck before I could even enter the house. Rosemary pointed a finger at me, and her spit sprayed across my face. “Why did I do that? You have the nerve to ask?! Don’t you know that Lily’s pregnant and she can’t handle strong smells? “I think you did this on purpose. You’re trying to hurt my grandson!” I fought back my tears. “Mom, the doctor said it’s fine if she just doesn’t eat it. I wasn’t going to open it in the living room. I was taking it to my own—”