Chapter 11: she filmed it on her phone

Chapter 11

As Alan indulged in the underwear on his face, feeling his cock becoming more erect every second and leaking precum, he failed to notice the pair of eyes watching him from the door to the room.

Alicia was incredibly aroused at this moment. She wishes she could just barge into the room and ravish her son for her pleasure, but her last thread of reason stopped her. Instead, she took out her phone and took a small video of her son indulging himself with her underwear. Then, she left the room in a quiet rush, forgetting all about the reward she had planned for Alan. She nearly ran to her room, diving into her sheets, and masturbating as she watched the video of her son sniffing her disgusting underwear, while imagining the dirty things she wanted to do to him.

It wasn't long before she climaxed on her hand. Rubbing the wet hand in her sheets, she surprisingly didn't feel disappointed in herself as usual. Instead, she felt relief.

After that Saturday, things started changing for Alan. His mother, who would usually thank him after he did something for her, stopped. She only gave him a nod of acknowledgment now, and sometimes not even that. She became very casual with him doing the chores in the house like it was only expected of him.

That wasn't the only good thing to happen. The laundry. The laundry, which was always the best part of the week, getting to indulge in all his mother's disgusting smells, had for some reason become even more intense. His mother's socks had begun to smell even sourer, with more dirt on them, and her stockings would be even more moist than usual.

Yet this wasn't the best part. Her panties, which were already very disgusting, had somehow become even worse. Even though Alicia's underwear smelled bad, as she was a human, after all, there had never been a speck of dirt in them, clearly because she took care of her cleanliness. This had changed now. To his amazement, he found the first faint brown streak in one of his mother's pink pair of panties.

At that moment, he stood with his mother's panties in his hands, wondering what to do with himself as arousal burned inside him.

Slowly, he started lifting the panties toward his face. When it was still a few centimeters away from his nose, the odor from the panties had already surpassed anything he had experienced before. The smell of sour and nauseatingly sweet smell of shit entered his nose, while the musty smell of ass sweat could only take on a secondary role.

Even the experienced Alan felt his stomach churn, which only further heightened his excitement. When it came to his mother, the more disgusting something was, the lowlier he felt, the more aroused he became.

Unable to control himself, he pressed the dark stain up against his nose, inhaling deeply. He felt like he had pushed his face into a toilet, as the smell of shit thickened and became even more nauseating. He could even feel the hardened stain on the panties on his nose, knowing he was currently pressing traces of his mother's shit against his face.

He could no longer control himself, grabbing the erect cock in his pants as he began rubbing himself, forgetting all about his surroundings, making it even more certain he wouldn't notice the eyes which were currently staring at him through the door in excitement.

At first, when Alicia had put those panties in the laundry basket, she hesitated, doubting if this was going too far. After all, these pair of panties were utterly disgusting, with brown streaks which had gathered from her intentionally not wiping as diligently as usual.

In the end, her lust and curiosity got the better of her, as she threw the underwear into the basket.

She knew exactly when Alan would do the laundry now. As she snuck her way up to the door excitement, worry filled her mind.

She was excited at seeing Alan engulf himself in her utterly disgusting panties, sniffing the smell of her waste which was present in them. She was worried he would become utterly disgusted after seeing her panties, losing the adoration he felt for his mother. In the past, she might have been happy if he forgot about her, yet now she nearly couldn't handle the thought of it. Even she wasn't sure when this had changed.

As she opened the door and looked at her son inside, she became even more worried. He was just standing there with her panties in his hand, not doing anything to them, 'Have I really gone too far this time?'

As the worry began to build, relief instantly kicked in as she saw her son slowly raising his panties to his face. Utter excitement and arousal kicked in as her son pressed the dirtiest part of her underwear up against his nose.

She was overcome by lust when Alan began sniffing the panties with all his might, inhaling all the dirty smells in them. As she filmed it on her phone with one hand, the other hand was already on her crotch rubbing herself through her pants.

Then Alan began rubbing himself, clearly becoming controlled by his own arousal over smelling his mother's waste. Her crotch started leaking fluids, and she couldn't stop herself from sliding her hand into her underwear, directly masturbating to the sight at this moment.

The mother and son pair were now only a few feet apart, masturbating. One masturbated to the feeling of worship and inferiority, the other to the feeling of dominance and superiority.

As the scene approached its climax, Alan did something which left Alicia utterly stunned.

As Alan felt he was approaching his climax, a sudden idea sprung in his mind, 'I wonder what the taste is like?'