A Tale of Sluts 6.0 - Sex Stories

A Tale of Sluts 6.0

... thought.

"Hehehe...I raised such a naughty sweat fetish boy. You should wipe that nasty mommy sweat from your face." She giggled like a schoolgirl and ran her hands over his sweat covered face. Mark, with an impish twinkle in his eyes, he slowly extended his tongue and delicately ran it across his lips, relishing the tangy and slightly salty sensation that lingered there.

How about a little break, baby? Linda rolled off her eyes and asked, to cool off the sexual tension a bit.

"Umm, sure, mom. Take a 5-minute break." It seemed like Mark was allowing his mom to take a break.

Linda's heart sank as she felt a chill run down her spine, sensing the commanding tone in her son's voice.

"Thanks, coach," she managed to say with a nervous giggle, attempting to bring some lightheartedness into the air.

"Once Linda was out of the basement, Mark quietly said, Damn! Can't believe I just did that! I got a little too excited. I should have taken it slower." His scheme to find out how naughty his mom is went way faster than he expected.

"Mom, didn't lift a finger to stop me. Unbelievable! She didn't even whine about it! I can just keep pushing her and see what happens, I guess. Gotta be more careful this time." So he planned to test how much his mom would let him misbehave.

After Linda got inside her room, she took a deep breath.

"What the fuck Linda! How come you didn't stop him!? He almost manhandled you and you just smiled at him!" She questioned herself.

She ...

... knows why she didn't stop him. It was an unexpected encounter, one that caught her off guard and evoked a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. As he forcefully shoved his face into her sweaty, sticky armpits, a rush of sensations overwhelmed her. Surprisingly, instead of feeling violated or repulsed, she felt a strange sense of exhilaration. It was as if a long-forgotten desire had been awakened within her. For the first time in her middle-aged life, someone was appreciating the unique aroma of her sweat, embracing it with an intensity that made her feel desired, wanted, and strangely empowered. It was an unconventional moment of connection that she had never experienced before, and it left her questioning her own desires and boundaries.

Then, out of nowhere, it hit her.

"Oh, my god! Linda, he is gonna try to sniff your pussy!!"

"Mark has a smell fetish means he gonna definitely try to smell my sweaty and smelly cunt." She gasped.

Linda adjusted her leggings, feeling the fabric cling to her skin as she slipped her hands into her panties. Running a finger along her intimate folds, she felt the moist warmth and the tickle of her untangled hairs. As she withdrew her fingers, she noticed their sticky creamy residue. Without hesitation, she brought her fingers to her nose, inhaling deeply. The pungent, tangy scent of her heated, fragrant arousal overwhelmed her senses, causing a dizzying sensation in her head.

O fuck! Linda gasped. The earthy fragrance was so intense ...