Depths of Decomposition — Part One

All characters in this work are adults (18+). All events described are fictional.

He was gone, and while mom was fading away in grief, I saw her changing, and this discovery turned everything upside down. During father's life, their sex life was invisible to me, as if it didn't exist at all. But after his departure, mom began to shed her shackles, and this newfound freedom wildly tempted me. Her fair skin, which always seemed unattainable, now seemed to invite, as her body became softer, acquiring new contours. I began to desire her, not understanding what beast had awakened inside. Mom was no longer the same; she was acquiring

a new, hitherto unknown to me, sensual nature. Confident, real.

I tried to convince myself it was just puberty, but it didn't help.

She started dressing a bit more loosely, as if teasing, without fully revealing herself. She wore just a plain white t-shirt, and underneath there was always a bra, beneath which the impressive volumes of her tits were clearly discernible. And below — home pants, just as ordinary, loosely fitting her hips, but it was this fabric, softly clinging, that only further ignited my imagination, allowing my fantasy to fill in every curve, every hidden hollow.

With each day, with each of her movements, each glance, my imagination painted darker, more terrible pictures: how I tear off her clothes, how she writhes beneath me, how her moans drown out mine, how I do the dirtiest, most forbidden things to her. These images turned into obsessive daydreams, my cock throbbed with an unbearable desire to make them reality.

I didn't know when it started, but now I knew: I want to fuck her. I desire her as a woman.

That was only a small part. My words couldn't describe her. And then, succumbing to a mad desire, I decided: one day I crept up to the bathroom, knowing she was there, and quietly opened the door a crack at the moment she was in the shower. My hand had already slipped into my pants, and I started to jerk off.

…I didn't go in. I just opened the door a bit wider, and the world around disappeared. She stood sideways, under the warm shower. The sound of water drowned out everything. What I saw stunned me. This was not that mom.

Further down began a riot of dark, curly hair, completely hiding her pussy. From there, transitioning to the thick hair around her anus, stretched a hairy strip, like a single dark womb. Water glistened on these thickets, making them even more expressive. I was amazed! Incredible, primal. My eyes greedily devoured every inch.

She moved calmly, smoothly — without haste, without shame. For her, it was just washing, but for me — a revelation, an insanely sexy spectacle. No thoughts, no words. Only a burning heat, trembling, and one wild desire – to watch, to absorb this forbidden image.

My cock was straining to burst out of my pants. Without restraint, I began to jerk off furiously, not taking my eyes off her. Everything my cock so craved was right in front of me.

It was at that moment, when I was consumed by lust, that her eyes opened. She sharply turned her head, as if sensing something.

Our eyes met. Her eyes, full of languor, instantly widened, pure, mute horror splashing into them. She gasped sharply, her hands instinctively flew up, trying to cover her breasts and the thicket between her legs. My heart skipped a beat, my hand froze. Shock hit me with renewed force – mutual.

Without thinking, not daring to endure that gaze any longer, I sharply turned around and flew out of the bathroom. Stumbling, I rushed to my room, slammed the door, and leaned against it, breathing heavily. My heart was pounding in my chest.