I will always remember the day that first attracted me to the smell of a pair of women’s panties and I would like to share it with you. It was a warm summers evening and I was sat next to my mother on the sofa watching TV. My mother was one end of the sofa and I sat at the other, we used to playfully squabble over who took up the most space. Usually my mother would be wearing leggings or pyjama bottoms but this time we were settling down to watch TV a little earlier than usual and she still had her work clothes on, a blouse and skirt combination.
After a playful squabble and pushing against each other’s feet my mother seemed to be unaware that her skirt had rode up around her thighs and I was getting a head on view of her panty covered crotch. It was in that instant that I found myself getting aroused at the site of her panties. I cannot describe how quickly my dick managed to get hard. It was a powerful attraction of which I had never experienced before. Yes I knew it was wrong but the overwhelming power to look at her groin was far too great to overcome.
It was almost as if someone else had taken over my body, where the hell had these lustful feelings come from and why had I suddenly got an urge to put my face between my mum’s legs and smell her groin? I didn’t know what a pussy would smell like but I had an urge to find out, not just what any pussy smelt like but my mother’s! I must admit I was a little confused, why had this thought even entered my head, I swear the site of my mums groin and the desire to lean forward and take a smell of her panties had made my cock feel like it was going to snap, it was so hard it was almost painful. Now my mind was going into overdrive how could I sneak a quick sniff?
We started to watch TV, my head was so full of lust I couldn’t tell you even to this day what was on. I started to fidget in the hope my mum would ask what was wrong and sure enough she did, I told her I was feeling tired and needed to stretch out more, then the words I was praying to hear exited her lips as she invited me to swing my feet around and use her lap as a pillow. My mum was in a kind of slouched position so I lay my head down on her lap positioning my cheek just above where her pubic bone would have been in the knowledge that my nose was very close to the v shape between her legs, I was less than an inch away from her panties, if only she wasn’t wearing a skirt.
I lay there motionless breathing in slowly through my nose hoping to catch a scent of her panties. I was disappointed in the result, although I could just about smell the faintest warm musky aroma it wasn’t what I had imagined, maybe my mums panties do not smell like I had hoped? I had often read descriptions of what a pussy smelt like, none of these descriptions were quite matching my own experience. I fidgeted around a little making out I was trying to get comfortable and in doing so my mums skirt lifted a few inches higher exposing the flesh of her thighs.
“Are you okay” my mother asked, sensing something was not right?
“I have an itch in my nose” I explained as I turned my face down towards her groin pressing my nostrils into her pubic bone as if to scratch an imaginary itch. The way my mum shifted herself left me unsure if she felt uncomfortable or if she had been aroused at my face pressing into her groin area.
We continued to watch TV for a while longer before my mum left to take her evening bath, there was nothing unusual in this it had become a ritual, my mum would use the bathroom first and then it was free for me to use afterwards. After she had finished she yelled down the stairs that the bathroom was free, sometimes I would go straight in and take my bath or a shower and other times I would leave it a while longer. On this occasion I was so horny from my failed attempts at sniffing my mum’s pussy I couldn’t wait to get into the bathroom and relieve my tension.
On closing the bathroom door something caught my attention, laying there on the floor was a pair of my mother’s panties, the very ones she had been wearing earlier. Wow had she done this intentionally or had she just forgot to pick them up, unlike many families we all have our own laundry baskets in our bedrooms. Now if you are a lover of the smell of a pair of worn panties you will know exactly how I felt. I had never smelt a pair of panties before not alone my mother’s; the anticipation, the excitement, the naughty feeling that it is your very own mother’s scent that you are going to be inhaling.
I turned them inside out with the gusset facing upwards, they were still warm, the cotton fabric was stained with a slightly tacky substance which was of a cream texture, I remember gently touching it, I was running my finger through my mum’s pussy juice. My cock felt like it was going to snap in two as I slowly raised them to my nose before taking an inquisitive shallow sniff. The smell was amazing, I took a second deeper and far stronger sniff and then a third and fourth. Grasping my cock I started to masturbate myself while smelling the panties stopping just before the point of no return, I wanted this to last longer than a 20 second wank.
I moved the gusset by just a fraction at a time smelling each individual area and noticing the slight difference in smell as I worked my way along the soiled fabric. I think what shocked me more at the time was the excitement I felt when I reached the musky scent of where her ass would have been. Since this first panty sniffing experience I have enjoyed the aroma of my mother’s panties many a time, my friends mum’s, aunties, cousins and neighbours, I don’t really care who’s they are. My favourite are still my mother’s and I still wonder to this day if she left that first pair for me to discover on purpose.