Sniffing Mommy

I was not enthused about having my mother come to stay with me. Not that I don't love my mother, but I had just bought my first home a few months earlier, and was enjoying all the freedoms that come with having a home of your own. I had a great job in my home town at the plant, I got a huge signing bonus, and I bought a house in the neighborhood I grew up in, five doors down from my parents' home. My parents had a shaky marriage for at least the last ten years, and the year I graduated college was the end for them. My mom and dad both helped me move into my home, they helped me pick furniture and window coverings, and even helped me paint. But it seemed they had agreed this would be their last act together, because not even ten days after finishing the moving, my mother called me and asked me if she could come over and bring me dinner. When she arrived, she had a suitcase, not dinner. The doorbell rang, after I closed the door behind her, and there was the pizza guy with dinner.

Mom explained what had happened, that she and my dad were splitting up, no one beat the other, neither cheated, they just weren't going to be together anymore. This to me was ideal, for them, there was no violence, no police, no other woman, just a clean break. But, in the interim, she needed a place to stay, and assumed I was offering. Of course, my mother showing up in this way with a suitcase, there was no way I could say no. I had a three bedroom house, it was laid out the same way as my parents' home, just left-to-right flipped, I had no woman to argue about this, and no woman to help me take care of the house. For me, it seemed like a win-win. I hugged my mom, told her my home was open for her, she could treat it like her own and stay as long as she needed to. Of course, in my mind I was hoping this wouldn't be long, as again I enjoyed my freedom and my house.

I called my dad, and he told me the same story, he seemed as ok with this all as mom was. He said they would go to a lawyer and work out the money and the house, but that he was planning on staying in town. His plumbing business was the biggest in town, there was no way he could leave it. My mom on the other hand, hadn't worked in ten years since my sister and I were in middle school. She was an "office person", I don't know exactly what she had done or what her skill was in, but my plant always had openings for people in the office. I promised dad I would take care of mom, and I went back to mom and the pizza.

We enjoyed the pizza, and talked, like grownups, like friends rather than parent and child, in a way that we hadn't ever done, at least not for this long. From dinner time until long past midnight, we enjoyed a good laugh and a good time. Mom saw the clock, and said she was ready for bed. I hadn't even shown her to her room, I was a bad host, but I was also new at this. I would do better. I took her to the two spare rooms, one had a single bed, the other had a desk. She chose the one with the single bed, and I brought her sheets. Of course these were king sheets for my bed, but this was all I had, the set on my bed and this one. She shooed me away, said she would make up the bed. I told her if she thought she would be here a while, we could go shopping tomorrow evening for a proper bed and sheets. She agreed, mostly just to get me to leave. I closed the bedroom door, and went to my own room. What a turn of events, I thought.

The next morning, mom was still sleeping when I walked past her room. I got ready for work and left. I figured she could take care of herself for breakfast and entertainment. I was wrong. Mom called me about an hour into my work day asking where my cereal was. I only had six cabinets, it shouldn't have been that complex. I explained to her where the things were, the bowls, the silverware, and told her to just set her used things in the dishwasher and I would deal with it when I got home. She said she was going to do laundry, asking if I wanted her to wash mine. I had bought the same washer they had, so I knew at least that this activity she could do independently. I was due for a laundry day, so I told her she didn't have to, but if she did it I would make her something special for dinner. She giggled at that, and said she would have dinner ready when I got home. I was spoiled already, less than 20 hours in.

We settled in to a routine over the next week, mom said she would look for a job, but never did. I said I would buy her a bed, and I never did. She moved various items from my parents' home to mine, and made my guest room her own. I think she enjoyed being independent in this way, she hadn't been since she met my dad, 25 years ago. She asked me at dinner two weeks ago how I was doing with my money. I knew this was a way to secretly ask if I needed her to pay anything, I know she was nervous about this. I told her everything was fine, and that as long as she didn't start buying lobsters or ordering porn on pay per view, our current arrangement was fine. She laughed in a way I don't remember since the time my sister dropped our grandmother's birthday cake right in granny's lap. Maybe she found it quaint that her son was telling her not to order pornography from the television, or maybe she just finally felt at home, because I wasn't making an issue out of her being here or money. I made plenty of money with my job, she could live here for a hundred years before it made any difference to my finances. I am going to broach the topic of her getting a job soon, but this is more for her own sanity than my bank account.

Then last Tuesday, I was surprised when I was getting ready for work to find mom in the kitchen, dressed in a nice outfit, and getting ready to leave. I asked her what gives, and she said she was going for an interview at the insurance agency. I didn't know what she knew about insurance, but if they called her for an interview, ok that was great. I hugged mom and she kissed me on my cheek, telling me how excited she was to be getting out in the job world again. I was sure she would be shocked and disappointed in the various changes in the 25 years since she left the workforce, but that was for her to discover on her own. She left, and I left soon after. She got that job, and later that night she told me that she would be starting the next day. I was happy for her, and was going to do something nice for my mom.

After I kissed her goodbye the next morning, I decided I was going to play hooky, and clean the house and make dinner. It was the least I could do, since she was here I hadn't cooked or cleaned or done any laundry, I felt a little like a slave driver, and I wanted to show her not only that I was capable of these things, but that I appreciated what she had done for me. I loaded up the dishwasher, and then got to running the vacuum. I ran it in her room, and noticed her laundry hamper was a bit over full. She had done so much of my laundry, it seemed she ignored her own. Well, again, I was going to help her out. I cleaned the rest of the carpet, and when I heard the dishwasher finish, I went to collect the laundry. I opened the hamper and stopped short. In my entire life I had never seen a pair of my mother's underwear, yet, there were four pair right on the top of the pile. As a 25 year old single man, the mere sight of a woman's underpants, mother or not, gave me a stiff cock. I got into this mode where I wasn't sure if I could touch them directly or if I should use her shirt as like a glove to pick them up. I giggled and realized how stupid this was, and just grabbed the first pair on top.

It was a very normal pair, light blue, the kind of hip huggers that a mom wears, a normal looking size, with frills on the waistband. I picked them up and held them the way they would be on a body. I held the waistband, and stretched them a bit, and for reference, I held them against my hips to see how much bigger or smaller they would be on me. They seemed about right. Either that meant my mother was a bit big or I was a bit small. Probably some of both. As I tossed them into the basket and grabbed the second pair, I noticed this one was inside out. The crotch was right where I grabbed, and here now I was touching the white cotton part of these green underpants that had recently been in contact with my mother's pussy. I got super hard, and, despite the clear line this should have presented, I didn't stop. I put the cotton up to my nose and sniffed. It was discolored, yellowish and there was even a brown spot where her butthole must have been. I sniffed my mom's underpants. So what, right? She wasn't home, I wasn't married, and she would never find out. No law against this, right?

But what got me feeling really aroused was the third pair. These were a little more sexy, a pair of lace underpants, pink, and a thong. The thin crotch was also discolored like the previous pair, and I also sniffed this. As I did, I felt the blood fill my cock to the maximum. Would I jerk off while I smelled the dirty crotch of my mother's panties? Why, yes, yes I would!

I took the thong and the pair under it into my room, and locked the door. This was one of the things I had looked forward to when I bought my house, being able to jerk off anywhere I wanted any time I wanted, without having to lock a door or turn down the sound. But alas, I wasn't alone in this house now, and of course, I had two pair of my mom's underwear in my hands. I definitely did not want to get caught this way. I never asked mom when her job ended, so I literally had no idea if she would be home in five minutes or five hours or ten hours. I laid down on the bed, and shucked my sweats off. My fat veiny dick was standing in full erection, all 5 and half of beer can. I put the thong pair over my face like a facemask, and held the other pair to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and touched it to the brown spot. I almost came right away. I was licking the dirtiest part of my mom's underwear, and sniffing her crotch. I tugged my cock a few times, and it didn't take much. I shot a hot load all over my belly. I just kind of laid there a minute, breathing heavy and still sniffing the pussy and butthole sections, and I even said WOW out loud. That really was a good one.

I contemplated what to do next. Of course I could go clean up, and toss the undies in the laundry and go on like nothing happened. But I was going to go all out. I took the panties from my face, and used them to wipe up my sperm from my belly. It really was a big one, it was filled in my navel, and all in my pubes, and had pooled up in a big pond. I cleaned up with the underwear, and then balled them up. I walked with my half erection swinging, into my mom's room, and dumped the underwear into the basket with the others. I took the rest of the laundry from the hamper, and dumped them into the basket, dragged it all to the laundry room, and got the washer running. I was still nude, and leaned against the wall in the laundry room. I had just jerked off to my mom's used panties, and then wiped up my cum with them!

Mom got home around dinner time, and was surprised I was home already, and that dinner was ready too. I explained I had played hooky, and asked her about her work. As she explained, I was being a bad son. I should have been listening to my mom's exciting first day of work, but instead, I was thinking about the underpants I had defiled. Then I got to thinking about the pair she was wearing at this very moment. Used, even more, after a long day of working. Ah I was bad. It sounded like she enjoyed working, she was doing some kind of filing and other office things I would have shot myself for getting stuck doing, but she had a grand old time. All the while, I was home jerking off and sniffing her underwear.

We had another great evening, she appreciated the cooking and cleaning and laundry I did for her, and we kind of worked out a routine for doing these things on our week end.

The next day and Friday went as they ought to, we both went to work, I didn't sniff my mother's underwear. When the week end came around, I lost control. Mom went out to the Target to buy herself some working outfits, and I was left home alone; time to jerk off. I made a beeline for her laundry hamper. I was totally addicted now. Like a drug fiend, the first second I had to do it I did it. I opened the lid, and reached in, there were two pair, and they were the same as the normal cotton ones I had found Wednesday. One was yellow, one was orange, both with basic shape and basic waistband. But, I turned them inside out, and went right for the crotch. I inspected the orange pair, and there was indeed a bit of discoloration in the area where her pussy would be, and even a single brown pube! Her butt area was clean, though, and I put it up to my nose to sniff. The whole crotch smelled of sweat, and a bit of pee too. I was totally erect, again. I adjusted my shorts, so my cock wasn't bent pointing down. I examined the yellow pair, and the crotch had both some crusty white in the pussy area and some brown color where her butt hole would be. This was the winner. It smelled in every way, I could smell her sweat near the top, her pussy near the bottom, and her butt and some pee in the rear. I put this pair right on my face and went to my room. I forgot to lock the door, which was my bad.

I jerked off, this time I lasted a little longer than before. This smell was intoxicating. It made blood rush to my cock, to my brain, I felt high throughout my body. I tongued the brown part, I sniffed the white part. I imagined my mommy wearing these, and how she didn't even notice how much of her body smell was transferring. I came into the air, it splashed onto my chest and ran down my hand like a melting candlestick. The pulses I could feel my own asshole contracting, and my toes almost cramped. This and the last time were my two biggest orgasms of my life. I heard mom's car pull into the driveway, and I quickly reassembled myself and put the panties back.

Later that night, my mom and I had a dinner out, and she had some wine. More than I had ever seen her drink, though certainly not what anyone would say was too much. I don't drink, so I drove. After we got home, we started in on a movie, and she made the fatal mistake of laying down on my couch. My couch was famous for knocking people out. I had had it since I was a teenager, and it never failed. If you had even one drink, or were even the slightest tired, or had just finished a meal, you were a goner. And she had done all three. She was out like a light before the first camper was killed in the movie. I kept watching, it was a good one, and I wasn't even thinking about mom. But then, the screen got lighter, and the light it cast onto mom took my attention. I could see that her loose dress had ridden up her one leg some, and that she was curled up into a kind of fetal position on my couch.

I stared for a bit, trying to sort out in the darkness and flashing light of the television what arrangement her body and clothes were in. In that fetal position, with her dress the way it was, I thought right away about her underwear. If sniffing her used underpants from the laundry was hot, what about her used panties ON her body? Could I be so bold as to try it? She seemed out like a light. I had the surround sound on high volume, if she was sleeping now, she was out for hours. I leaned over, to get my hand close. I felt the hem of her dress, and I tugged a bit. No movement. I whispered her name. Not mom, but Chrissy. I figured no way she sleeps through both mom and Chrissy. But she did. I grabbed the dress hem and pulled the thing up, exposing first her bare thigh, then her entire butt. My mom's butt, there it was. It was I'd say average size, my mom wasn't skinny but certainly wasn't fat, she's what you might call curvy maybe? Anyway, my focus was on those panties. This pair was the one I had touched first, the light blue ones. I was excited about this coincidence.

I moved closer to her butt, in such a way that it could still be innocent if she woke up. I couldn't really smell anything. I got closer, now definitely in the danger zone. My nose was maybe an inch from her crotch, and now I could smell. I smelled first sweat, then pee. My mom's rear, right here, covered in sexy mom underpants, just an inch from my nose. My erection was stabbing into the couch, if the couch was a person it would be crying rape for sure. I got a little closer, hoping to smell her holes. My mom's holes, now less than an inch from my face. I had heard that people could come without touching their cock, but I had never done it. Now I understood. I could feel my penis on fire inside my sweats, like I was one sniff, one brush of air away from shooting a hands free load into my pants. I made a fateful decision, to go right in.

My nose touched right against her crotch. The thin millimeter of light blue cotton and the thin cotton panel of white were the only things in the universe between my nose and my mother's vagina. No man should ever get this close to the hole he was born from, but here I was. I sniffed in as much as my lungs could inhale. The smell of her pussy and her butt hole were amazing. I was so high on this smell that I didn't hardly notice the car pulling up in the driveway. Just like any addict, the whole world was silent and shadowed to me, all that I knew at this moment was my mother's panty covered rear end, and my erection about to burst. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Mom stirred quickly, and my face was mashed by her butt.

Startled, mom looked down at me struggling to get out from under her, and I tried everything to get into any respectable position that didn't implicate me as the guy whose mom caught him sniffing her butt. Somehow, maybe her daze and the surprise of the doorbell, she never said a word or even acknowledged the position we were in. I played it off, and raced to the door. It was a pizza guy, he was at the wrong house! What fucking horrible luck for me. I went back to the living room, but mom was already laid down again, completely sleeping. I didn't take the chance again. That was so close to being a complete disaster that I would take my victory and go. I went to my room and jerked off onto my belly, and just rubbed it into my belly and my cock and balls, and went to sleep.

Today, I may try again, but only with her laundry. That was too close!