The Demon Beside Mom

Chapter 1: Mom's Underwear (Fetishism & Incest)

I was probably thirteen or fourteen when I was swept up in the sexual frenzy of teenage boys. Advertisements for Ado's
Magic Bra could keep my penis erect for an entire afternoon,
and the simplistic erotic stories on sex drug flyers, which seem overly simplistic now, were treasures to me. I carefully collected them and hid them under my bed,
to . But unlike most of my male classmates, I preferred
older women with a mature charm to the vibrant, youthful girls of my age—like my mother.

My mother's name was Liu Ruyan, and she was a housewife. Local customs emphasized the traditional roles of men as breadwinners and women as homemakers
; women had to work after marriage, while men were considered inferior.

Although she was a housewife, she was still part of the family image, so at least
a quarter of her clothes and cosmetics. Moreover, my mother was very conscious of her figure, and with her natural good looks,
she had curves in all the right places. Even her slightly unsatisfactory belly seemed incredibly
feminine . So, although my mother's face was only slightly better looking than average, her overall appearance, figure, and mature
womanly charm made her a beauty.

When teenage boys are driven by lust, they might even look up the word "vagina" in a dictionary and masturbate;
how could a mature and beautiful wife like my mother escape my notice? Especially since she paid so much attention to her appearance. Perhaps
because she had worked as a white-collar worker in an office building before marriage, she always dressed carefully before going out to buy groceries. Black stockings, high heels
, and a pencil skirt—when she bent over to put on her shoes, the outline of her underwear that peeked out when she stuck her butt out always caught my eye. From then on,
my sexual interest in women began with my mother's underwear.

At that time, we hadn't moved yet; the apartment was small with little storage space, so every inch had to
be utilized. Plus, my mother probably thought I was still young, so she didn't pay much attention to the differences between men and women; she would just throw her worn underwear,
bras, and stockings into the laundry basket above the washing machine next to the bathroom. Imagine a teenage boy
casually placing underwear exuding the hormones of a woman on his daily route to the toilet. It's practically an
invitation for him to become addicted to that woman's sexual allure. So, it's not surprising that my sex life started with
masturbating .

Teenage boys' sexual desires are constant, tormenting me from morning till night. Besides fantasizing at
school , I'd discuss and pass around those erotic
stories riddled with typos that I'd gotten from who-knows-where with the boys sitting nearby. That basket full of my mother's underwear, though it seemed to have been there as long as I could remember,
didn't truly reveal its significance to me—its significance as a man—until that afternoon after school.

"I'm bursting to pee," I muttered, opening the door and dropping off my schoolbag. Then I rushed to
the toilet.

While urinating, I thought about the erotic stories on the sex drug flyers under the bed, "Hehe, before Mom gets back, I
'll have a good ."

Thinking this, my penis, which had just softened after urinating, became erect again. As I left the restroom and wiped my hands with
a towel , an indescribable odor suddenly assaulted my nostrils. Although the smell was somewhat fishy and pungent, it
inexplicably aroused me; my penis was rock hard, feeling like all the blood in my body was rushing to my glans.
Looking down , I saw it was my mother's worn black lace low-rise panties, carelessly tossed into the laundry basket, now
emitting an irresistible scent for any normal man. With trembling hands from overwhelming excitement, I picked up the panties, my mind
blank. Using my other hand, I turned them inside out and noticed white stains in the crotch area. I instinctively
brought them to my nose. A fishy smell shot straight to my head; I felt a little nauseous, but mostly aroused!

"This must be what a woman's vagina smells like," a thought suddenly popped into my head, even tinged with a sense of
smug satisfaction . I'd only ever discussed what a woman's vagina looked like and smelled like with classmates at school. But
back in those days, long before middle schoolers casually went to hotels, nobody really knew what it looked like or
smelled like. Today, I was the first to smell her vagina. I even wondered if I was the
first to know.

The thought flashed through my mind, and without any instruction, I instinctively wrapped my penis with the crotch of my mother's panties and started masturbating
.

My mind was blank until I was about to ejaculate, when I suddenly realized,

"I can't ejaculate on her panties, I'm doomed if Mom finds out." Thinking this, I quickly put the panties back
in the laundry basket, quickly masturbated a few times in the toilet bowl, and ejaculated into the sink.

After ejaculating, I was still thinking about my mother's black lace low-rise panties, and my penis, which should have softened,
became hard again. I walked out of the bathroom, checked the time, and calculated that there was about an hour before my mother came home; I figured
I could masturbate again without any problem. I picked up my mother's panties, excitedly ran into the bedroom,
took out the treasured pornographic advertisements from under the bed, put my mother's panties on my penis, and masturbated while reading. A while later,
I suddenly remembered that my mother's black stockings might be in the laundry basket, so I ran back and found them.

I put them on my penis, picked up the panties, and started masturbating while smelling them. My mother's panties not only smelled of her vagina,
but also of the fluid that came out of my urethra the first time I masturbated. The two scents mixed together, making it
even more lewd, much like the smell I had when I passed by my mother's bedroom in the middle of the night. When I was about to ejaculate, I put my mother's
panties and stockings back in the laundry basket, ejaculated into the sink, and, exhausted, went back to my bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.

From then on, every time I got out of school, I would refuse my friends' invitations and run home to masturbate with my mother's
underwear . Gradually, I became familiar with my mother's taste in underwear. She mainly wore high-waisted black stockings, and there
was another type of black stocking that I had only ever seen her wash and put away in their bedroom to dry, never just thrown into the laundry basket. The types of
panties were varied, including pure cotton ones, usually light pink or light green high-waisted panties. The sexier ones
are usually low-waisted, made of lace, and come in black, white, and red. Some are
semi-transparent , while others are semi-transparent both front and back. The patterns also vary. After that, every
time my mother bent down to put on her shoes before leaving the house, I would guess which pair of underwear would appear in the laundry basket next.

Using underwear and stockings to masturbate and ejaculate outside gradually stopped satisfying me. After ejaculating, I would
dab my semen on the crotch of my mother's underwear, fantasizing that my semen would combine with my mother's vagina. If
I wanted to masturbate a second time, I would directly use my mother's underwear to wipe my glans dry after ejaculating. Residual semen and my mother's vagina...
The scent of her underwear aroused me even more.

Seeking stimulation is a man's nature. When masturbating while my mother wasn't home wasn't enough to satisfy me, I would seize the time when
she wasn't in the living room and masturbate with her underwear. Going further,
I would pick up her underwear and masturbate the moment she put it in the laundry basket, sometimes even with her body heat still lingering. The fear of being discovered by
my mother and the arousal from masturbating with her underwear intertwined, often allowing me to reach
orgasms I couldn't achieve with normal masturbation.

After a while, I wasn't satisfied with just masturbating in my own bedroom with the curtains drawn. I expanded my territory to the whole house, masturbating in
the kitchen , in the bathroom, at the front door, and in my parents' bedroom. I even stood by the window with the curtains open, watching
passersby masturbate.

During class, I stopped thinking about how to beat games and started thinking about new ways to use my mother's underwear.
For example, I would walk around my parents' bedroom with my erect penis dangling from her underwear, fantasizing about conquering
my mother's vagina and asserting my ownership of her in my father's territory. For example, you could wet stockings,
put them on your penis, and masturbate over time to build stamina. Or, you could put stockings on your penis, then cover them with a bra
and masturbate.

My masturbation career, even my life, could have continued smoothly like this, until that day,
the urge to seek stimulation overcame my reason. I ejaculated on my mother's underwear.

"This rainy season is so annoying, the clothes won't dry," my mother complained.

"Yeah," I echoed, having just released my sexual desire on her underwear.

Suddenly, my mother's phone rang .

"Oh, Xiaomei, are you leaving soon?"

"Ugh, I have several clothes that aren't dry, I have nothing to wear."

"Okay, I'll change and come downstairs right away."

My mother hung up the phone, turned to me sitting on the sofa watching TV, and said, "Son, your Aunt Mei and I
are going to eat. Your dad can cook for you two when he gets back."

I casually replied.

Mom turned and went to the bedroom to change. After a while, she came out, muttering, "I can only wear that one,"
and took the underwear from the laundry basket into the bedroom.

Sitting on the sofa, I had stopped thinking. I only remembered that the white lace semi-transparent underwear had
my semen on it!

Controlled by my lower body, I didn't think about what Mom would do to me after discovering the semen; I only wanted to see Mom
put on that underwear herself. I staggered to the door of my parents' bedroom. Because Mom was just changing clothes, the door wasn't
locked, leaving a crack. I crawled on the floor and peered through the crack, just in time to see
the scene . Mom bent over, lifted her leg, and put the underwear on her legs. She straightened up and pulled the underwear up until
the crotch of the underwear was pressed against her labia! Seeing this, I stopped breathing, my heart was pounding, I felt like it was going to explode,
and I even forgot to look at the vulva that Mom exposed when she bent over. I only remember one thing: my semen and my mother's vagina
were combined!

I can't remember what happened after that, only vaguely recalling my mother's shocked expression and the way she took off
her underwear to smell it. My mother ignored me for six months, which made me feel very lost. What made me even more lost was
the disappearance of my underwear and stockings from the laundry basket.

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