Literotic asexstories – My Daughter’s Scent by silkstockingslover
My Daughter’s Scent
Summary: A mom gets caught sniffing her daughter’s panties and….
Note 1: This is a 2023 NUDE DAY CONTEST Story.
Note 2: This story is vaguely inspired by all the porn scenes of a woman (a mom or daughter usually) smelling another woman’s panties. One in particular called My Mommy Loves Panties staring Cherie Deville as a lustful panty smelling Mother and xxx as the wicked daughter. My story bares little resemblance to the story, but the idea came from it.
Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this story.
My Daughter’s Scent
I walked into her daughter’s room holding a laundry basket to see her on her bed and Eleanor, completely naked, at the edge of the bed massaging her daughter’s feet… the only clothes my daughter was wearing was a pair of blue panties… her perky teen breasts were completely in view and If it wasn’t for the blue panties I would be able to see my daughter’s pussy… as her legs were generously parted… as I took a second glance I even saw a slight bit of wetness on the crotch.
I was a little surprised as this almost nudity was a new development… although I had caught her with two girls the past month and she had bluntly told me she was a lesbian… and had had a few different girls over to her house. I had also heard the moans coming from my daughter’s room on numerous occasions and a lot of dirty talk… my daughter quite verbal and obviously the one in charge during her sexual encounters.
That dirty talk was what started my relapse from her college days and my addiction to smelling soiled panties. In college, I was doing laundry and offered to do hers. She was appreciative and for reasons I still don’t understand, as I went to put her panties in the washing machine I felt wetness on a pair of pretty blue panties (just like the ones my daughter was currently wearing)… I then without even thinking about it, moved them to my nose and smelt them. I seriously had no idea why I did this… but that one rash impulsive decision forever changed my life. I was enthralled instantly… captivated by the unique scent… one I couldn’t get enough of. Did I smell like this? My experience was men describing it as smelling like fish and not in a flattering way… it had actually made me self-conscious of my own vagina. But this did not smell like fish… although I couldn’t come up with a proper description other than enticingly exotic.
Shaking my head, I tossed them in the washing machine and then wished I hadn’t.
Over the next two or three weeks, I stole my roommate’s panties from her laundry basket… smelled them… eventually licked them… discovering the taste somehow matched the scent and eventually masturbated using them.
The smell turned me on so much and the taste drove me wild… even though I had never actually been with a girl, I began to question my sexuality.
One day, as I had a pair of black panties over my head the crotch of her wet panties she had wore just a few hours ago over my nose and on my lips so I could smell and lick at the same time, when I was caught in the act by my roommate.
Although I was mortified getting caught in such a compromising position, I also had a vibrator deep in my pussy, it led to a couple years of heaven. I spent the last two years of my college experience as a submissive pussy pleasing submissive and getting daily used panties to pacify my addiction. She would even bring me panties of strangers to sniff and lick… the addiction completely consumed me until… at 23 I got knocked up during a one-night stand at a party while drunk. I quit cold turkey when I got married and had been a faithful wife since.
A couple years ago… once she was sixteen… we got a mutual divorce…. both knowing the relationship had run the course and now that our only daughter was old enough to make her own choices and not blame herself for it.
Yet, her daughter, now almost nineteen, had inadvertently reawakened my past… my intoxication for smelling panties… when I walked in on my daughter with Bethany, the neighbour’s daughter in-between her daughter’s legs.
Instantly, my long lost hunger for pussy returned.
Instantly, my desire to sniff soiled panties returned.
Instantly, I saw my daughter in a different way.
I pushed these thoughts out of my head… for… a whole day.
The next day, when Poppy left for college, she was in first year at a community college, I walked into my room and to her laundry hamper.
Right on top, as the soiled panties goddess (she was definitely a girl) shined down on me, a pair of yellow panties were just sitting there right on top… seemingly beckoning my name.
I stared at them.
I wanted to grab them… but… resisted. I hurried out of her room and tried to focus on cleaning the house… yet… the yellow panties kept calling my name: Christine… Christine… come smell me. I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous… but I couldn’t push the visual out of my head.
After a few minutes… not even ten… I was back in my daughter’s room… again looking down at the panties. They just looked so pretty.
I reached down and grabbed them… they were very wet… so, so wet. I said out loud to myself, “Did she masturbate this morning?”
I held them in my hand… using all my willpower to bring them to my nose. I rationalized with myself: she is my daughter. This is wrong. This is perverted.
Yet, like in those cartoons where there is a good angel and a bad angel (or perhaps a devil), another voice said: go ahead you know you want to. Just one sniff. Just one taste.
I moved my hands over the wet crotch… she definitely came in them this morning.
I admired the panties.
I moved the wet crotch area closer to my face… wanting to see the wetness. Indeed, you could see the darkened wet area.
I tried to resist… I really did… I stared at the wetness… keeping it away from my nose… yet… the sensual aroma… slowly floated up and to my nostrils… subtle at first… but slowly my body in control… my hand moved the pretty soiled panties to my nose.
The scent growing stronger and stronger as the panties moved closer to me.
Unable to resist any longer, I moved the wet crotch to my nose and took a deep breath.
One sniff… one moment of the scent enveloping me… and my addiction was completely back.
I held the panties against my nose.
I just allowed my daughter’s intoxicating scent to consume my senses.
I sniffed.
I moaned as I inhaled.
I didn’t even realize I moved my hand to my slightly wet panties.
It was something I never understood… how sniffing a pair of panties automatically triggered pleasure in my pussy region.
I sniffed and sniffed… rubbed myself….
As I did, I wished there was easy access to a pussy to dine on… something I hadn’t done in almost twenty years…. Unfortunately, with no possibilities of that… I moved the wet crotch of my daughter’s panties and licked. As always happened when I became transfixed on a pair of panties my brain was not processing consequences… or the reality I was licking my daughter’s wetness… my daughter’s pussy cum… drowning in her exotic scent.
I came in just a couple of minutes… the enveloping scent swarmed me and the exotic taste drove her wild with lust and need… while standing there in my daughter’s room.
Once I had finished having the most intense orgasm I had had in years… perhaps longer… guilt washed over me.
I had smelt my daughter’s panties.
I had licked my daughter’s pussy juices.
I had come smelling and licking my daughter’s pussy.
I cursed, “Fuck.”
I tossed the panties back into her hamper and promised myself I would never do it again… of course… I did do it again… and again… and again.
I could not get enough of my daughter’s scent and taste.
I began watching lesbian porn.
I bought a couple new sex toys.
My sex drive was back and on overdrive.
“Can I do anything for you?” my daughter Poppy asked… drawing me out of my recollection of my nasty past month.
“What?” I asked distracted and realizing I was staring.
“Can I do anything for you?” Poppy asked, but in a slower more condescending way.
“No, no, no,” I said, drawn back to reality. “I was just about to do a load of laundry and wanted to know if there was anything you needed washed.”
“Sure, do it all,” she said, waving her hand to the corner where her basket was half full.
“Okay, honey,” I said, excited to go to her basket and hopefully get a pair or two of her fresh panties… wishing I could take those blue panties she was currently wearing… the scent and taste would be so fucking fresh.
As I reached the basket, there was a red pair right on top. Instantly my mouth watered and I reached for them feeling a little wetness on them. Not wanting to look obvious, I grabbed a bunch of her clothing and put them in the basket… trying to act casual. I did that two more times… seeing two more panties… before I said, eager to leave and smell, “I’ll-I’ll-I’ll get these all nice and clean for you.”
“Okay,” my daughter said barely paying attention, as I walked out and to the laundry room.
Once in the laundry room and alone I fished through all my daughter’s laundry and found five pairs of panties. “Oh my God, so many panties.”
“God, all these panties were plastered up against her sweet young pussy,” I said to myself remembering how much I loved eating teen and college pussy when I was younger.
I moved one pair to my nose.
“Fuck, so heavenly,” I moaned to myself as I inhaled the rich exotic homemade scent. I knew it was wrong and I knew I wouldn’t cross the line any further than I had by sniffing and licking my daughter’s panties… but I’d be lying if I didn’t wonder what she tasted like directly from the source. Her subtle pussy taste was amazing, but it was second hand taste and I imagined her pussy was amazing. Based on the parade of girls she had over eating her pussy or whatever else they did it had to be.
“Mmmmmmmm,” I moaned, as I took another big sniff and her scent tantalized my nostrils and as always made my pussy burn with submissive need. “Oh my God, she smells so fucking good.”
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