Nope.

"What? You're in heat, silly," I remarked and, after a couple more thrusts, tried to shove my cock in as far as it would go, filling her needy, hungry pussy. She came with me and the feeling of her vaginal muscles drinking my cum and milking my shaft was unreal. "Oh! Fuck, Mom!" I closed my eyes in sheer pleasure, as the room filled with the smell of sex, the bacon and eggs forgotten and cold on the table.

The smell of sex is my favorite smell. Oh, the smell of burnt rubber, axle grease, hot oil fresh out an engine, smoldering ceramic, and hot metal were the smells I was passionate about. But, the smell of a room after a nice fucking was...it was a sign of a job well done. Especially, when accompanied with the joyful panting and afterglow. It was the smell of art, almost. Like the scent of fresh paint or a welder or chiseled stone.

And there was something about the scent of incestuous sex...that was slightly better. I had smelled my parent's room after they'd had sex and I thought that was the best sex smell until I fucked Momma Kate personally. That was a different smell. I figured it was partially due to the fact that part of my own smell. So, it was the smell of my own artwork.

We sat there longer, catching our breath than we did fucking. Eventually, though, my cock grew limp and slipped out which released an all new smell to me: a well used, well fucked, still sloppy with all sorts of fluids, 43 year old cunt. And that was pretty awesome. The smell of wet pussy is probably my second favorite smell. The smell of a still wet pussy after it's been fucked thoroughly was a close third, though.