Mother's Fragrance (Part 1)
Hey, this is my first post! Not sure how formatting or presentation works here, but hopefully that doesn't matter.
I plan to make this small series, so expect parts (but not too many!). I'm not the best writer, let alone good, but maybe this could improve my creative skills - even though it's an explicit, fetish driven story.
Any form of criticism is welcome as I believe it will help! :)
Thanks for the read, and enjoy the read :D
I was awoken by the tormenting harmony of my phone vibrating and yelling. Dreadful because of sudden awakening, harmonious because it was a peaceful song blaring. I wriggle myself out of the warmth of my bed and tread downstairs for breakfast. While walking down, an aroma filled my nose. The scent of perfectly cooked bacon, scrambled eggs, sweet syrup, and pancakes radiated from the kitchen. A platter of two puffy pancakes, bacon, and eggs were waiting for my arrival. Beside the awe-inspiring meal was a note that read:
"I went on my morning run Revi! I prepared breakfast for you just in case I don't come home when you wake up. Love, Mom"
I smiled with a warm, loving feeling in me. Just as I was about to begin eating I heard the front door's lock tweaking. I hear the door open and shut close, followed by heaving breathing. My mom stumbled into the kitchen, exhausted.
"Morhningh mom, how wath your run?" I asked with a cloudy pancake still in my mouth.
"Same... as usual... tiring..." She replied trying to catch her breath.
"Could you help me finish this? I don't think I can take another bite."
"More for me! Just give me a sec, I'm thirsty as hell."
Mom went to the fridge to find a drink to quench her thirst. During that time, I noticed something I have never noticed before. My eyes were glued to my mother's juicy rump. Her fluffy tail lifted up revealing red laced panties unreliably under her tight yoga pants. My heart began to pound, my breath was short, and my mind was running.
H-has Mom always been so... Curvaceous? Her butt is so big and round-
I shook my head attempting to get my mind out the gutter.
What are you thinking? She's your mom you weirdo.
This was something I have never thought of before, let alone consider it. After her drink of fresh orange juice, she sat down in front of me to eat. Her big breasts in a sports bra sat on the table, teasing with the overflowing cleavage. I tried to keep calm until Mom glanced at me.
"Something wrong, Revi?" She asked in wonder.
"A-aha no! I'm fine, I'm just eager to play that new game I bought yesterday." I babbled jumbling and rushing the words out of my mouth.
"You seem quite eager. You're even sweating a little. Speaking of sweat, I am so sweaty right now and I smell real bad, hehe. I'm gonna take a shower, 'kay?"
"S-sure Mom! I'll be in the living room playing."
Mom went upstairs to go take a shower while I, in distress, have my head in my paws.
When I moved my paws away from my eyes, I found a bulge in my shorts.
What the-! Why do I have a boner?!
The echoes of Mom voice saying "sweat" and "smell" ran through my head. Thoughts both naughty and innocent invaded my mind.
Bro, she said she smells horrible, on top of that, she's got a huge butt and luscious breasts. That chair she was sitting in must be FILLED with her stench. You'll never meet anyone else like her, let alone find anyone cause you're a loser.
But she's my mother, I can't be thinking of her like that! It's wrong. In every way.
The devil on my shoulder had overridden my body. I began inching towards the seat Mom sat in. The sweat on me she was talking about before went from little to a lot. As I approached the chair, I got a glimpse of control of my body back, regretting what I was about to do. The dark side of me took over once again and I reached the chair on my knees. I urged my face towards where Mother's butt would be located and took long, slow sniff. The lewd scent of sweat and ass filled my nose. The sweat and musk from my Mother had seeped into the the cushion chair, causing me to greedily push my face into the chair's cushion. The image of my mother moist, musky ass smothering my face intruded my mind. My hand creeped towards the inside of my pants and I started to stroke. I was stroking faster and faster, taking deep breaths savouring every single time the stench would enter in my nose. At a fast pace I came closer to climaxing, prompting me to beg for more and lick the seat exactly where her butthole would be. The erection in my pants erupted, causing one of the biggest and pleasurable ejaculation I've ever had. Panting, I tried to catch my breath, looking at the mess I made in my pants and thinking about what had just made me reach my limit. I was filled with regret and pleasure.
I hastily dashed upstairs to change my shorts and plant myself in front of the television to cover my tracks of such scandal. I turned the game on and played, trying to disregard what I just did. The only justification I could contrive is that the hormones in my teenage body overtook me. However, the notion of getting off to my mother's rancid essence buried itself in the back of my head.