My Daughter’s Scent

A moment later, I found the red panties that were on top, felt the wetness, the excessive wetness, and couldn’t help but wondering is she had masturbated in these earlier today.

I brought them to my nose, as I knelt on the floor in the laundry room, and sniffed.

“Oh fuck, they are so good,” I moaned. I couldn’t help but recall the small wetness on the blue panties currently protecting her pussy… which made me wonder what her pussy lips would look like… how hard was her clit… how easily did she get wet… what did she taste like?

Fuck.

I put the wet red pair in my mouth and sucked the wetness out as best I could, while I grabbed another pair and brought it to my nose and breathed in my daughter’s heavenly scent.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” I moaned, as I sucked and smelt simultaneously… my senses on overdrive.

“Fuck, I’ll keep a couple of pairs for later,” I said, as I put two pairs in the pocket of my dress. Yes, my dress had pockets… all my dresses had pockets… it was fucking practical.

I was sucking every drop of my daughter’s pussy juice out of her panties and inhaling as much of the homemade aphrodisiac as I could when my eyes suddenly went wide.

“Mom, what are you doing?” My daughter’s voice asked from behind… although her tone wasn’t one of shock.

I was paralyzed with indecision and humiliation.

“So this explains where my panties have been disappearing to,” she said.

I turned around, taking the panties out of my mouth, “Um, I can explain.”

“You can explain why my panties are in your mouth?” She asked, looking down at me still utterly naked, except the blue panties now directly in front of my face. This close I could see the outline of her pussy lips which instantly had me even more rattled and bewildered.

“I, I’m, I, well, um, I,” I couldn’t even get a full word out, never mind an entire sentence or coherent response. I hadn’t eaten a pussy in twenty years and suddenly there was one directly before me… just a pretty pair of blue panties… very wet blue panties… separated me from it.

“So, how long have you been stealing my wet panties?” She asked.

“I, um, I,” I again couldn’t respond, or take my eyes from the outline of my daughter’s pussy lips… just a foot or two away from me.

“What are you staring at, Mommy?” She asked, although she knew the answer.

She hadn’t called me Mommy since she was likely five and somehow the way she said it both innocent and sensual at the same time had my pussy burning and my head spinning.

“Honey, I, I, I,” I finally got a whole word out, alas no more as my eyes were completely transfixed on my daughter’s pussy outline. I knew it was wrong… so wrong… yet no matter how much I mentally urged myself to break my state away, I remained paralyzed on my knees and admiring her.

“So you like sniffing your daughter’s pussy?” She asked.

“I, uh, I,” I struggled, then finally breaking my eyes away from the entrancing outline, got a sentence out as I tried to change the topic of humiliation, “Why are you naked?”

“First, it’s Nude Day, Mommy,” she said. “The better question is why are you not naked.”

“That isn’t even a thing,” I said, assuming I was correct.

“Yes it is,” she said, “plus I’m actually not naked, I’m wearing some very wet, just came in panties.”

“Y-y-you just came in them,” I stammered, lust again taking control.

“Yes, I rubbed myself to an orgasm as Eleanor sucked on my toes,” my daughter answered.

“Oh my,” was all I could muster, as my eyes made their way back to the indeed very wet panties and perfectly posed pussy.

“Yes, I came so hard all over them, Mommy,” she said, stressing the word ‘Mommy’.

“Where is Eleanor?” I asked.

“I sent her away,” she said. “I knew I had some special Mommy and daughter time on this special day.”

“Honey, go get dressed,” I said, although I made no attempt to actually break my stare.

“Do you want a fresh pair, Mommy?” She asked, ignoring my instructions.

“W-w-what do you m-m-mean,” I stammered, although I knew what she meant… yet, was surprised she seemed to be offering me the pair she was currently wearing. To my surprise, she wasn’t disgusted by her mother’s suck, twisted behaviour.

“I think you know exactly what I mean, Mommy,” she said, as she moved her hand to her panties and slowly rubbed herself. “This pair is the freshest pair I have.”

So drawn into the sick twisted perversion, I asked, again, stammering my way throughout, “H-h-how long have you worn this p-p-particular pair?”

“All day, Mommy,” she said in a sweet seductive voice. “At the gym, and through two orgasms.”

“T-t-two?” I asked.

“Yes, I came all over Mrs. Peterson’s face this morning,” my daughter revealed. “I stop by weekly to give her the pussy cum she craves so badly.”

“N-N-Nadine?” I asked. My best friend, who lives across the street from me.

“Yes, I’m surprised you two are not dyking out regularly,” she said, as she slowly rubbed herself, a new version of a hypnotist’s watch… and much more effective.

“You and Nadine?” I repeated, trying to process this information and the reality I was staring at her blue panties and her finger rubbing her pussy.

“Yes, Mommy,” she said. “Me and Nadine. She is a great pussy licker.”

I was speechless.

“So, Mommy,” Amber asked, “do you want to smell this fresh pair?”

“Oh my,” I said, desperately wanting to say yes and yet not wanting to say yes I’m front of my daughter… but I was desperate to smell and taste the pair of wet panties currently on my daughter.

“Is that a yes, Mommy?” She asked, moving her fingers that had been rubbing her panties to my nose.

The scent drifted up my nostrils and any resistance I may have had drifted away with it. “Yes,” I answered in an intoxicated daze.

“Yes, what, Mommy?” She asked, all so innocently, even though she knew exactly what yes meant.

“Yes, I want your panties,” I blurted out, as her fingers returned to her panty covered pussy.

She backed away a little and slowly pulled her panties down her long tanned legs, “How badly do you want these wet pussy cum coated panties, Mommy?”

I watched as the panties slid down her legs as I stammered, “V-v-very much. Mommy wants them very much.”

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned softly, the sound so sensual it only added to my desperation to have those panties. As she put then in her hand, I begged, “Please, please, c-c-can I have those panties. I-I-I need those panties.”

“These panties?” She asked, dangling them over me with one finger.

I reached up to grab them, but she meanly yanked them away as I said, “Give them to me.”

“How bad do you want them, Mommy?”

“So badly,” I asked, still in my knees and looking up at the swinging panties dangling from her finger.

“And Mommy, may I ask what you would do with these panties?” She asked.

“Oh honey, just give them to me,” I demanded, getting frustrated with the teasing as I stood up and reached for them again.

“Bad Mommy,” she scolded, as she shoved them into my face and pulled them away just as quick… not even enough time to take a huge breath in to inhale her pussy perfection.

“Sorry, I-I-I just have to have them,” I said, so desperate to smell her wet panties… taste those wet panties.

“And what exactly would you do to have this fresh pair of your daughter’s cum soaked panties?” As she held the tantalizing panties just out of my reach.

“What do you want for them?” I asked, not even able to feign I wasn’t completely at her whim… lust consuming me.

“Get undressed, Mommy,” she ordered.

“Pardon?” I asked, even though I had heard her.

“It’s Nude Day,” she shrugged. “And I think we will start a new tradition of always being nude when Daddy is at work.”

“Really?” I asked, just so overwhelmed by what was happening… knowing it was wrong and yet unable to do anything but be drawn in.

She moved her panties to my nose and I instinctively took a deep breath drawing in the pleasing aroma. “Is this what you want, Mommy?”

“Yes,” I moaned, as she moved them away after just one deep inhale.

“Then get undressed,” she repeated her order.

“Okay,” I said, wanting those panties so, so, so bad. I unzipped the back of my summer sundress and pulled it up and over my head.

“Mommy, this is a surprise,” she said, as I tossed the dress aside.

“What is?” I asked, now in matching blue bra, panties and mocha coloured thigh high stockings… which I wore almost every day as my husband loved them and in his own words wanted quick access to my pussy. Even after twenty years of marriage we still fucked a lot, although it was rare he lasted long enough to get me off… and with the remerging of my lust for panties I got more turned on from women than men.

“Stockings,” she said.

“Your father likes me in them,” I explained.

“Is Mommy submissive?” She asked.

“Um…I…” I began. Yes, I was very submissive. I always have been. I like to be told what to do. I like to please. I get sexually stimulated by pleasing others.

“You are,” she said. “Interesting, very interesting. Now take off your bra and panties, Mommy.”

“I’m not sure we should do this,” I said, suddenly getting a rush of reality that this was likely a very bad idea.

“You sure?” She asked, shoving her panties back into my face.

Instantly, my brief resolve dissipated, as I was intoxicated by the strong scent.

She pulled the enticing scent away and repeated her order, “Take off your bra and panties and I’ll let you hold onto these fresh panties.”

She then moved them to her pussy and rubbed.

I watched in lustful hunger as I unclasped by bra and tossed it aside, I seriously had no idea where I even tossed it, tugged down my panties and was suddenly naked minus the thigh highs in front of my completely naked daughter.