Find her lingerie

Suddenly, Jeremy rushed through the house, as if he were looking for a specific room. Eventually, he found it. My mom's room was spacious and clean, smelling slightly of lavender. I rushed behind Jeremy, a feeling of distress creeping up my neck once again. He began rummaging through her closet, sorting through a range of office wear, dresses and kimonos - all modest.

I couldn't help but wonder, what was he looking for?

Finally, he found it.

In the bottom draw they lay, neatly stacked and folded in all different shaped and colours: her lingerie. Jeremy smiled, victorious. He pinched the lace strap of a black brassiere between his fingers, lifting it up to inspect it. "Size 32E? Damn, I knew those milkers were huge!" He laughed, tossing it aside before grabbing another—a thin red panty. He stretched the fabric taut, admiring the delicate silk. "Fuck, she must have an ass to fill these out."

My stomach dropped, as his hands toured the insides of her panties and bras, his fingerprints covering the very places that my mother's nipples and vagina would soon sit against. Jeremy smirked, rubbing the lace against his lips before tossing it aside carelessly—like her lingerie was nothing more than trash.

Jeremy seemed to notice my discomfort, "Don't worry, punk. This is just the start."

I knew I had to defend myself, to relinquish my confidence. "Just because you're able to find her lingerie draw doesn't mean you'll get to see anything beyond her lovely face." Jeremy laughed. I doubled down, "I'm a real man, you know. I cradle her breasts all the time."

Jeremy snorted, rolling his eyes. "I'm willing to bet my left nut that you haven't even seen her in this lingerie." He could see right through my bravado.