Smelling Panty Novels & Stories

“What am I gonna do with you, huh? You sweet little thing. You filthy little piece of her.” The second I brought them to my face, I was gone. I groaned—deep…as I inhaled her scent. Sweet. Tangy. Innocent and wrecked at the same time. The kind of smell that shouldn’t belong to someone her age, shouldn’t exist at all, shouldn’t be coating her panties like that if the universe had a shred of decency left. But it did. Because she wore these while she moaned for me. While she bled for me.

I shook my head and went to the bathroom to start the washer. I threw my clothes in first, then hers. Right before I closed the lid, a pair of her light purple panties fell out onto the floor. I picked them up. They were a sexy little lace-trimmed thong. I was surprised, because I always thought Mary wore basic cotton panties. These looked hot as fuck. I stood there holding them for a second… then did something dumb. I brought the crotch to my nose and inhaled. That warm, sweet, musky smell of her pussy hit me hard.

But then the ache started low in my belly, spreading down between my legs until my pussy felt hot and swollen. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made it worse. A soft whimper slipped from my lips. Something wet and warm was leaking out of me, soaking my thin panties. The smell hit me next, sweet like honey mixed with something wild and needy. My own scent. It filled the small room fast, heavy and thick, calling out to anyone who could smell it.

His mother certainly had big tits and a large round ass, but her baggy clothes that hid her curves definitely put him in mind of the BBW category, which he was not into. So, when he picked up the panties to look at them, the odor stronger now, he was surprised as he automatically pulled them to his face and inhaled, his pants growing tight as his cock hardened. The scent was magical, musky, and it lit his blood on fire. He expected maybe a pee smell, but it was nothing like that. When he sniffed the ass of the panties, he was again surprised to find not a hint of poo aroma, just something... earthier, but good. He pulled his cock out and jacked off into the toilet, the panties held to his fa

She normally washes her bra and pantie herself. Sylvester doesn't know what came over him, but before he knew what was going on, he was pulling the wet pantie up to his face. All he knew at that moment was that he needed to smell it. As bad as it he knew it was, he desperately wanted to know what her stepdaughter pussy cream smell like.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "You smell fucking amazing..." My hands smoothly slide her pants down, revealing her panties, her now soaked panties. I almost let out a whistle. She's got these cotton panties on, pink with red and white roses. There's a tiny silk rose sewn onto the front. Most of the roses on the front are darker than the ones on her hips. Her slick has soaked right into the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you." I kiss a path down her thighs, wanting to savor every inch of her skin. Her skin is so soft and she smells ... clean. I don't know how else to explain it. Fresh and beautiful with a hint of something fruity.