Like Staining a Pure White Canvas
The channel run by Mummy Hunter was devoted almost entirely to incest-themed material.
The content was not especially extreme in its intensity, yet to certain people it proved overwhelmingly stimulating.
Kim Seojin knew full well that he was reaching for a fruit laced with dangerous poison, but like a castaway stranded in the middle of a desert who would seize any liquid to wet his throat, he gradually let himself be contaminated by Mummy Hunter’s toxin.
Kim Seojin and Mummy Hunter had grown steadily closer; by now they spoke with easy familiarity. He carefully withheld every scrap of personal information about his mother, yet decided there was no need to hide details about himself. They talked about everyday things—being a re-taker for the college entrance exam, which university department he was aiming for—and also about the darker, more secretive sexual leanings he could never confess to anyone else.
In the middle of one of their usual conversations, Mummy Hunter seemed genuinely startled by Seojin’s purity, by the fact that he had never so much as touched his mother’s underwear.
It’s only underwear. What’s so special about that?
With the supreme feast of his mother right in front of him, he could not understand why anyone would get excited over the mere wrapping. Yet to his surprise, Mummy Hunter was not alone; a great many of the males subscribed to his channel showed keen interest in photographs of his mother’s underwear.
Mummy Hunter’s suggestion was one thing, but the flood of requests from channel members made Seojin decide he would soon handle his mother’s underwear after all.
As usual, his mother left for work at the department store. The moment she was gone, Kim Seojin hurried to the laundry basket where the clothes she had just removed would be waiting. The night before he had emptied the basket completely, so only the garments and underwear she had just taken off, along with the towel she had presumably used after washing, remained inside.
“Something feels weird about this…”
When he rummaged through the basket, the first thing that rose to meet him was his mother’s familiar body scent. That fragrant, faintly animal smell that gently stirred a male’s instincts, together with the damp texture of the laundry against his fingertips, felt strangely unfamiliar today. Laundry had always been his chore so that his busy mother would not have to carry the burden; the feel of wet clothes should have been ordinary. Why, then, was his heart pounding so hard?
“Sniff… sniff.”
Seojin first pulled out the still-damp towel and instinctively pressed it to his face, breathing in. The towel that had wiped his mother’s body only moments earlier carried the slightly unpleasant, concentrated scent of her skin that clung to half-dried laundry, tickling his nose. Feeling his chest begin to stir, he carefully lifted the other garments hidden in the basket.
A pure-white one-piece dress that had covered his mother’s body all night long. Bathed in the bright morning sunlight, the pristine white fabric looked strangely erotic, hammering even harder at his already restless heart.
And then the final scrap of cloth remaining in the basket. The son reached in and drew out the small piece of fabric. First came the softness of the cloth and the faint residual dampness. Then a scent of his mother’s skin far thicker and more intense than anything left on the towel or the dress brushed against his nose. Though it should have been impossible, he even imagined a subtle warmth rising from it. That pure-white scrap of cloth was his mother’s panties.
“Gulp…”
His throat parched, Seojin swallowed dryly and spread the laundry he had just taken out side by side on the floor, photographing each piece. One towel, one dress, and a tiny pair of pure-white panties—the husks his mother had been wearing only minutes earlier. They were ordinary clothes anyone might see anywhere, yet laid out and looked down upon like this, they gave off an indescribable, peculiar lewdness.
“Th-they asked me to shoot the inside of the panties too, right?”
Under the insistent demands of Mummy Hunter and the members, the son opened the innermost part of the panties that had pressed against his mother’s pussy.
“…!”
A single faint mark remained. A thin, straight stain that called to mind the crack of his mother’s pussy came into view. The sight made him feel as though he had peeked at her most private place, and blood rushed to his lower body. With trembling hands he photographed that intimate trace no one else would ever see.
“S-so even Mom, who’s so thorough about taking care of herself, is still human.”
Unaware that Kim Soeun’s meticulous hygiene left only such a faint mark, Kim Seojin felt both relief and excitement at this human side of his mother. After finishing the photos, the son picked up her panties once more. He savored the endlessly soft texture of fabric that had touched her skin directly, then carefully brought the scrap of cloth to his face. The moment the soft cloth and the concentrated scent of his mother’s body filled his senses, a mild dizziness washed over him.
“Hah… haah…”
Why was this happening? It was laundry he handled every day, a familiar scent of his mother he smelled every day—yet why did it excite him so intensely? The son was beginning to grow addicted to the sweet poison his mother gave off.
Having tasted that dangerous flavor, he pulled out his fully erect cock and wrapped his mother’s panties around it. Instinctively he pressed the inner side that had touched her pussy against his glans, and a dizzying pleasure surged through him.
“Haah, haah, haah.”
He stared down at the tiny scrap of cloth wrapped around his cock and panted. His thick desire began to flow out as pre-cum, and the fluid welling from his glans started soiling his mother’s panties from the inside. As the pure-white fabric slowly grew wet from within, it felt as though his mother herself were being violated.
Wanting to share this obscene sight with everyone, Kim Seojin began recording a video while slowly stroking himself.
Rustle… rustle… rustle…
Only the sound of his mother’s panties sliding against his cock echoed through the silent house. On the screen of the recording phone, the panties soaked with pre-cum and the cock thrusting up as if ready to tear the fabric apart were displayed in raw detail. It looked almost as if the son were ravaging his mother, and a dizzying sense of taboo flooded him.
“Ugh… uuungh!!!”
The pleasure of masturbating with his mother’s panties conquered him almost at once; he came in an instant.
Throb… throb… throb…
With a stifled groan, the cock wrapped in his mother’s panties jerked and began pouring out thick lumps of lust. The panties already dirtied by pre-cum were instantly stained with sticky white semen, and the rich scent of his mother’s body was swiftly overlaid by the fishy fragrance of night-blooming flowers. The primal sight of a cock thrusting up as if to tear the pure-white panties, convulsing as it spat semen, was captured fully on video.
Overwhelmed by the dizzying climax, the son dropped the phone he had been recording with; once the last drop had been emptied, his cock drooped as if its work were done.
Plop.
The semen-soaked panties fell to the floor like trash. Under the brilliant morning sunlight, the pure-white panties defiled by cloudy semen lying discarded on the floor looked exactly like his mother sprawled out after being violated in her sleep.
“Haah… haah… haah…”
Only the son’s rough, filthy breathing filled the house. With a still-trembling hand he picked up the dropped phone and turned the still-recording camera toward the panties fouled with his semen. The panties that had been drenched in his murky lust no longer retained even a trace of their original marks or scent. After filming the thoroughly ravaged state of his mother’s panties from every angle, he ended the recording.
“….”
Kim Seojin finally understood why so many people had urged him to masturbate with his mother’s underwear. The dizzying pleasure and sense of taboo that came from exposing her most private parts in a place she knew nothing about, as if defiling the very person herself; the overwhelming vividness of the fabric’s texture and the thick body scent—this was no ordinary masturbation. The sense of presence that made it feel as though he had actually mingled flesh with his mother was on an entirely different level.
“Hoo… hoo… hoo.”
Forcing down the excitement that refused to cool, Kim Seojin hurriedly erased every trace, then edited the photos and short video of himself masturbating with his mother’s panties and uploaded them to the channel.
The reaction that came back was explosive.
Even though he had posted it as paid content, a great many people paid. The incestuous spectacle of a son defiling his mother proved intensely stimulating to them as well; every single person who paid left excited comments that degraded both mother and son.
In particular, Mummy Hunter—who had grown close to him—sent a long message of impressions along with a video of himself masturbating over the mother’s panties. Judging that he had sufficiently stained the pure-white Kim Seojin with his own poison, Mummy Hunter then offered a dangerous yet alluring proposal.
The instant Kim Seojin read those words, he felt his mind bleach pure white. Every thought stopped, and for some reason the night at the sauna that had completely overturned his life rose unbidden in his head.