“Just like this?” She asked, as her entire blue panties disappeared in the most amazing magically act I had ever witnessed.
“Get them all soaking wet with my teen pussy juice,” she softly said, her words so exotic as I continued to be mesmerized by what she was doing.
“Mmmmmmm,” I responded with a soft moan, my own pussy on fire with anticipation.
“Let them marinade in my pretty teen pussy,” my daughter said, “Mommy.”
“Ohhhh,” I moaned again, as my daughter leaned in and kissed me. I knew this was wrong, everything about this was wrong, yet none of that deterred me. My daughter’s lips were so soft and the kiss so tender. So different from the beard my husband always wore.
I returned the kiss after just the briefest of considerations.
The kiss lasted two, perhaps three, minutes. Tender at first… but slowly became for passionate… urgent… our tongues swirling into each other’s mouths.
I forgot she was my daughter as I was drawn back into the passion of my sapphoric past.
When she broke the kiss, she pulled the panties out of her pussy as she asked, knowing the answer, “Do you want to smell your daughter’s panties now, Mommy.”
“Yes, please,” I responded in a lustful daze. “I need my daughter’s panties so badly.”
“These panties?” She asked, as she swayed them in front of my face and the scent flowed to my senses.
“Yes, yes, yes, those panties,” I repeated, my mouth drooling.
“And what Mommy,” she asked, her panties tantalizing me even from a few inches away, “will you do to smell these wet, fresh panties?
“Anything,” I said as I was completely transfixed by the wet panties and the scent drifting towards me.
“Anything?” She asked.
“Yes, yes, anything,” I agreed, my mouth watering, “w-w-what do you want.”
“Close your eyes,” she ordered.
I obeyed as I repeated my need, “Please, baby girl, Mommy needs those wet panties so bad.”
“Don’t move,” she ordered, and a moment later I felt her place the panties on my head with the crotch suddenly pressed against my lips and nose.
“Oooh, my,” I moaned, as the scent enveloped me completely.
“Only a real panty slut would wear her daughter’s panties on their head,” she said, as I took whiff after whiff.
“So yummy,” I said, completely overwhelmed with the scent of my daughter.
“Taste me, Mommy,” she ordered, “taste my sweet pussy on those wet panties.”
“Yes, yes, okay,” I agreed mindlessly, as I licked her very wet crotch of her panties while also inhaling the most intoxicating scent ever… so strong… so overwhelming… so perfect. The taste perfectly matched the scent… wet, wet, wet… tangy and exotic in a way no real words could justify.
“Such a bad Mommy, smelling and licking her daughter’s panties,” she teased, as I licked and sniffed.
“So bad,” I agreed, knowing it was bad, so bad, yet good, so good.
“Do you like my fresh panties, Mommy?”
“I love them,” I said, the panties an attack on my senses. “Can I keep them?”
“If you’re a good Mommy and do as you are told I will make sure you get regular fresh wet panties,” she promised.
“Y-y-you will?” stammered, even as I kept licking the crotch.
“Yes, Mommy,” she whispered, her hot breath now on my ear, sending shivers through me, “if you agree to my Mommy-pet, my Mommy-slave, my Mommy-plaything.”
“Ooooooooh, my,” I trembled from her hot breath, her wicked words and her promise.
“Is that a yes?” she asked, as she pulled her panties off my head suddenly.
“Yes, yes, please give me those panties back,” I begged.
“On your knees,” she ordered.
“My knees?”
“Yes, you are my Mommy-pet, pets crawl,” she ordered.
“Okay,” I said, my cheeks going red as I recalled a similar conversation two decades ago.
I lowered myself to my knees and then onto all fours.
She put her panties in my mouth and ordered, “Crawl, Mommy-pet.”
I obeyed, as I sucked the wetness in my mouth the best I could, my own wetness leaking out of my pussy as I crawled and followed my daughter getting a great view of her amazing ass.
We crawled past her bedroom and reached mine. She sat on the edge of the bed and I crawled to her feet… feeling like a pet… my pussy burning.
“I bet these need some fresh juice,” she said, as she took them out of my mouth. “Should I stuff them back in my box?”
“Yes, yes, please,” I agreed. “Get them nice and wet for your Mommy-pet.”
She spread her legs, allowing me another great view of her ripe teen pussy, as she pushed them back into her pussy.
“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, the anticipation of a new sampling of her pussy making my mouth water with anticipation.
“Mommy, you look so hungry,” she said, as her entire blue panties again disappeared in her pretty pink pussy.
“I’m starving, baby girl,” I replied, staring at her pussy just a little blue left. “Stuff them all in your cunt, honey.”
“My cunt,” she said. “That is a very bad word Mommy.”
“I’m a very bad Mommy,” I responded.
“Such a bad Mommy,” she purred. “And you want to smell and lick my panties soaked with my pussy juice?”
“Yes, so much,” I said, unable to take my eyes off her pussy and the little bit of blue poking out of her.
“I’m going to pull these soaking wet panties out Mommy,” Poppy said.
“Please,” I said, as she moved her fingers to the small piece of blue fabric poking out of her perfect pussy.
“Do you want to smell them, Mommy or lick them?”
“Both,” I answered.
She pulled them out just a little and ordered, “Pull them out Mommy.”
“Really?”
“With your lips.”
“O-O-Okay,” I stammered, moving between her legs, her scent again drawing me in as I got closer and closer to her pussy.
I reached the blue panties, wrapped my lips around me, the scent even stronger, and tugged them.
“Oooooh, nice and slow,” she instructed.
I slowly pulled them out until they dangled in my mouth.
She took them away and said, “These are so wet.”
“Please, let Mommy have them,” I pleaded from my submissive position on my knees.
“And you will do everything I want?” she asked.
“Anything,” I said as the panties dangled above me. “Just, just, just, just let Mommy have your panties.”
“Here you go,” she said, tossing them across the room.
I quickly crawled the few feet to them and placed them on my face… the extreme scent so strong and heavenly… like crawling into a rose garden… the bouquet of the gods.
“Those came straight from your daughter’s pussy.”
“So good,” I said, as I inhaled as deep as I could… wanting this scent to forever linger in my nostrils. “They have never smelt this good before.”
“Sitting in my pussy probably helped,” she pointed out, as I kept sniffing and sniffing.
“Best scent ever,” I mindlessly said.
“Come back to me.”
I crawled back, the panties in my mouth, getting another great taste.
Reaching her, she pulled me up and kissed me… the panties between our lips.
“So, has Mommy eaten pussy before?” she asked.
“Y-y-yes, a long time ago,” I admitted as she took the panties.
She got onto my bed, moved to headboard, spread her legs and said, “Come show me.”
“Honey, I….”
“Now, Mommy pet, get over here if you ever want a pair of my used panties again,” she said.
That threat worked.
I crawled onto the bed.
I moved between her legs.
I crawled to her pussy.
My daughter’s pretty, pink pussy.
My daughter’s wet, wet, pussy.
My daughter’s tantalizing pussy.
“Take a sniff directly from my pussy, Mommy,” she ordered.
“Okay,” I said, as I took a deep breath in just a couple inches away from her pussy.
“Mommy, put your nose right in there,” she instructed.
I leaned forward, my nose parting her pussy lips and inhaled. “Oh my God,” I moaned, my own wetness leaking out of my pussy.
“How do I smell directly from the source?” she asked, her hand going through my hair.
“Heavenly,” I answered, taking another deep inhale… as if I was meditating.
“Take it all in,” she encouraged, as my nose went a little deeper between her pussy lips and the tip felt her wetness.
“Mmmmmmmm,” I moaned, never enjoying any pussy scent more than I was my daughter’s at this exact moment.
A dozen deep mediations of pussy scent, my daughter asked me another question, one that meant crossing yet another line, “Do you want to lick my pussy Mommy?”
I didn’t answer. My face already buried in her pussy… all I would have to do is open my mouth and lick.
“I mean you are already right there,” she said, pushing my head a little deeper into her pussy.
Did I hesitate? Did I contemplate the consequences?
Of course not.
“Go ahead, Mommy, lick your daughter’s wet pussy,” Poppy encouraged.
So… I did.
I opened my mouth… extended my tongue… and licked my daughter.
If the taste on her panties were good… this was a whole other level of deliciousness. The taste danced on my tongue… and I lapped it up like a kitten and a bowl of milk.
“How do I taste, Mommy,” she asked.
“Heavenly,” I responded, without stopping exploring her pussy.
“Oh, yes, Mommy, you’re good at that,” she moaned.
“It’s been so long,” I said.
“Well, like riding a bike I guess you never lose the skill,” she said.
“You taste so good,” I moaned.
“You have me so wet, my pet,” she said, a minute later or so.
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned.
“Lick my pussy, Mommy,” she moaned.
“Such a perfect pussy,” I said, hungrily lapping away.
“Yes, Mommy,” she moaned, “don’t stop.”
“This is the best pussy I have ever tasted,” I said, wanting her to know how much I loved this pussy.
“Want my cum, Mommy?” she asked, her hand on the back of my hand and her legs suddenly squeezing my head.
“Yes, come on Mommy’s face, baby girl,” I eagerly said, as I attacked her clit knowing how to really make a girl erupt when the time came.
“Oh, yes, Mommy, yes, yes, oh yes, fuuuuuuuck!” she screamed, as her full flood of cum gushed out of her and all over my face.
I eagerly lapped up her cum… her amazing cum.
“Oh, fuck, Mommy,” she moaned, enjoying the aftermath of an orgasm.
A minute later… she pushed my head away and I said, in such a lustful daze so completely satisfied I said, “I’m never going to wash my face again.”
“Don’t worry, Mommy,” she smiled, “you’ll be able to smell me every night. You’ll be dining on my pussy many more times.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, and I’ll make sure you get all the soiled panties you want,” she said. “Even some of my friends. Would you like that?”
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