A memento of the wedding night

I pounded on the door again, my voice already hoarse from screaming: “STOP IT, YOU SICK ASSHOLE! Leave my mom’s stuff alone!”

Jeremy just laughed quietly and smugly from the other side. I heard him slide the nightstand drawer shut and turn something in his hand.

“Here’s another vibrator… fuck, this one looks really well-used. There’s even a thick, dried crust on the front—whitish, shiny. You think this belongs to your mom? It was right on her side of the bed, at the very top of the nightstand. Oh God… the way it smells…”

I heard him take a deep breath, then a soft, satisfied moan.

“Should I try what your mom tastes like? Just run my tongue over it and taste her pussy?”

I felt sick and horny at the same time. “DON’T DO THAT!” I yelled desperately through the door, my voice cracking. “I don’t want that! That would be like you… indirectly licking her! Stop it!”

Jeremy was silent for a moment, then he laughed again. “Fine. I’ll leave it. But you owe me one later, loser. Remember that.”

I heard him put the vibrator back and then turn his attention back to the big wedding box, which he had by now dragged completely out of the closet. Paper rustled, fabric crinkled.

“Well, look at that… her garter belt and garters. All still original from the wedding night. They’re really filthy—white, dried cum stains everywhere, especially on the waistband and between the legs. And here… a silk scarf, totally sticky and stiff with red stains. It still smells like pussy and sweat. I’m going to check it out really closely…”

He sniffed loudly, then I heard him rubbing the fabric between his fingers.

“Tell me… was your mother actually still a virgin before marriage? Did she get properly deflowered on her wedding night? Her little, tight virgin cherry plucked? Her innocent, Japanese pussy torn open for the first time by a real cock? Do I actually have her real virgin blood in my hand right now?”

I felt hot and cold. The photo in my hand—the wedding photo with the lifted dress and the naked, glistening pussy—captured exactly that moment. Just before she lost her virginity. My dreamy, perfect mother, getting fucked for the first time. My cock was so stiff it hurt, throbbing against the fabric of my pants.

Jeremy was laughing outside—dirty, deep, and satisfied. I heard the click of his cell phone camera several times—he was photographing everything. The garters, the silk scarf, soaked in my mother’s blood.

“Look through the keyhole, loser.”

I hesitated, but curiosity and humiliation were stronger. I knelt down and pressed my eye to the keyhole.

There stood Jeremy right in front of the door. His pants and boxers pulled down to his ankles. His thick, wet cock jutted straight up, the glans glistening with precum. He held my mother’s soaked wedding garter in one hand and slowly rubbed his swollen glans against it—right over the spots where my mother’s dried virgin blood was still visible. With his other hand, he held the silk scarf against his balls and pressed it there while moaning softly.

“See that, you little pervert? My cock is touching the underwear your mother was deflowered in… with her own virgin blood on it. Soon she’ll look like that again—only then it’ll be my cum running out of her cunt.”

He grinned right at the door, as if he knew full well that I was watching.