David couldn’t explain the inexplicable desire that consumed him every time he entered the laundry room. The scent of his sister’s panties was intoxicating to him. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn’t help himself. His fingers would tentatively reach for the soft fabric, inhaling deeply as he savored the musky aroma.
Today, as he was indulging in this hidden fetish, he didn’t hear the door creak open behind him. Startled, he whirled around to face his adopted mother, Sarah, who now stood in the doorway with a mix of shock and amusement on her face.
“David, what the fuck are you doing, you pathetic little pervert?” Sarah exclaimed, her tone a blend of disgust and dark amusement.
David’s eyes widened in terror as he stumbled backward, tripping over a basket of clean laundry. He scrambled to his feet, his face flushing a deep red.
“I-I wasn’t… I didn’t do anything, Mom!” David stammered, his voice trembling.
Sarah took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t lie to me, boy. I caught you red-handed, sniffing my daughter’s panties like some desperate animal in heat.”
David’s mouth went dry as he watched Sarah approach, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was in deep trouble, but some part of him, the dark and twisted part, was aroused by the prospect of getting caught.
Sarah reached out and grasped David’s wrist, yanking him closer to her. He stumbled forward, his chest colliding with her firm body. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “You’re such a useless little slut, aren’t you? Pathetic and weak, just like all the other cocksuckers out there.”