Found

I heard a loud, triumphant cry of joy coming from upstairs—Jeremy must have found something in my parents’ bedroom. My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know exactly where he was, only that he’d been turning the house upside down for what felt like hours. Then his footsteps approached the storage room. Slowly, deliberately, as if he wanted to savor the suspense.

The door remained locked. Instead, he slid something flat and shiny through the narrow crack. A photo. It landed right at my feet in the faint strip of light filtering under the door.

“Here, you little loser,” he called through the door, his voice dripping with schadenfreude. “So you know what your mom is really like. Not the good, perfect housewife you see every day. This… this is the real version.”

With trembling fingers, I picked up the photo.

It was a wedding photo. My mother, incredibly young—maybe in her early twenties—in a classic white wedding dress. The dress was beautiful, fitted at the waist, with lace on the bodice that could barely contain her full breasts even back then. She looked breathtaking, radiant, innocent… until you looked further down.

The skirt of the dress was pulled up brutally high, past her hips. She wore nothing underneath. Her entire, clean-shaven pussy was visible—pink, swollen, a few drops of moisture still glistening on it. Her thighs were slightly spread, the garters of her wedding garter belt still around her legs. In the background, I recognized my parents’ hotel bed from their wedding night. It was clearly a private photo that my father must have taken back then. An intimate, raw snapshot from the first night they were married.

I felt hot and cold at the same time. Dizziness overcame me. My dreamlike, always so chaste and elegant mother… naked beneath her wedding dress. Her perfect, tight pussy immortalized forever in this picture. And now that perverted asshole Jeremy was holding this very photo in his hands. He had seen it. He had seen everything.

His filthy laughter drifted in from outside.

“Fuck… look at this tight Japanese cunt. Your mommy was a real slut even as a virgin. Newly married and already so wet it’s running down her thigh. I bet she rode your father’s cock real good that night, didn’t she? And now… now this photo belongs to me. I’ve already snapped a picture of it with my phone. Forever in my gallery. Every time I jerk off, I’ll imagine pulling up her wedding dress and fucking her just like that—only I’ll do it better than your old man.”

He knocked mockingly on the door.

“Eight hours, loser. I’ve got plenty of time. I’ve got her lingerie, her old photos, her perfume bottles… and now this. When your mom comes home, I’m going to greet her in a whole different way than planned.”

He paused briefly, then added in a deep, excited voice:

“Or should I keep looking? Do you want me to find her sex diaries, if there are any? Or her vibrators? Tell me, you little pervert. How else should I defile your perfect mommy today?”