On My Mind

I did laundry and saw my daughter's panties in the pile I was about to load. I picked up two pair and started to get aroused. At first I wasn't sure why, but then I thought of her round little ass in short shorts and seeing the bottom of her ass cheeks. I looked at the panties and both had little white stains in the crotches. I put one to my nose and inhaled. Immediately, I daydreamed of mounting her and penetrating her. I imagined how tight she might be as I pumped slowly but deeply. I furiously stoked myself to climax and held myself pulsing into the crotch of one of the panties.

Soon after, I was in a situation where my daughter and I were talking. We were looking at something and she needed to reach up for something on a shelf above us. As she stretched, she bumped into me and pulled her body across me so she cold reach. My nose landed on the top of her thigh, maybe two inches from her crotch. The same smell that excited me in the laundry hit me immediately, a very enticing smell. She stretched further to reach, and her movement would have taken her away from my nose so I quickly moved with her and dug my nose to rest on her pubic bone and my mouth on her vagina, just whatever panties and her cotton shorts between us.

She stopped moving. I reacted and kissed her through her shorts, a peck more than anything. She didn't move. I kissed longer. She said nothing, but pressed ever so gently against my mouth. I bit against her crotch with my lips over my teeth, and firmly pressed my tongue against what I imagined was her ripe pussy. I felt what I thought would be where her clit was and moved my mouth over it. I don't know if I made great contact, but a few more seconds of me biting and sucking at her crotch and she shook and trembled. She pressed against me harder for a second while she shook and let out an excited "Ahhh" until she made a last thrust against my probing lips. I gave her crotch a few more sensual kisses through the fabric then laid back in the sofa.

My daughter stopped reaching above her and looked down at me. She looked emotionless at first, and I said, "I'm sorry, you taste so good." She smiled and replied, "I liked that." She sat down beside me and we absent-mindedly looked at what we were originally looking at in silence. This was yesterday.