Zesai Kartat couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he began to see his mother, Amara, as a woman rather than just a parent. His earliest memory of this shift came at 14.
It was a quiet Sunday morning when he passed by the bathroom and caught sight of her through the slightly ajar door. She stood at the vanity in nothing but a pair of blue panties, her bare breasts exposed as she applied her makeup, preparing for the day.
Zesai had always considered his mother pretty, but he'd never viewed her as an object of desire, until that moment. Clad only in those snug panties, she became a vision that eclipsed every notion of beauty he'd ever held.
Her medium-sized breasts were firm, with a subtle, perky lift. Large, brown nipples dominated their fronts, drawing his gaze.
The tight fabric of her panties hugged her curves, accentuating the outline of her sex and forming a delicate crease down the center. To him, she embodied every fantasy of a sensual woman he'd ever imagined.
He didn't act on it right away. For days, he'd linger near her room, catching whiffs of her perfume, his mind replaying that bathroom scene.
Then, one night, he crept to the hamper. His hands shook as he grabbed a pair of silky, still warm panty from her body. He felt shame but still hid them under his gym clothes in the bottom dresser drawer.
From there, it snowballed. He'd snag another pair whenever he could, using them to fuel his private moments of release, locking his door and muttering, "I'm disgusting," even as he pressed them to his face.
He noticed something curious: there seemed to be little, if any, pubic hair. It puzzled him at first, he assumed some women simply had more than others, but weeks later, he saw why.
Peering through the door again, he watched her. She sat on the tub's edge, legs spread, lathering soap over her mound. The razor moved slow and steady, scraping away every hair until her skin gleamed smooth under the water's sheen. He couldn't look away.
From that day on, Zesai was captivated by his mother. Though guilt gnawed at him, he couldn't resist stealing glances whenever he could. During adolescence, his masturbation fantasies revolved solely around Amara.
Lying in bed at night, he'd wrap his erection in the silk of her panties, her lingering perfume and the memory of her body sending his mind reeling.
As he matured and learned more about sex, his fixation didn't fade but only intensified. His fantasies grew vivid: Amara on her knees, her lips hot and wet around his cock, her tongue flicking against him; Amara on her back, his shaft buried between her thighs, her pussy tight and warm as she moaned his name; Amara on all fours, his length pressing into her tight anal passage, her gasps sharp in the air.
His voyeurism grew bolder, on the edge of discovery. He even drilled a small hole in the bathroom door, granting him a secret window to watch her bathe and perform other private acts.
When Zesai turned 17, his parents' divorce came. The hints had been evident for years, so it didn't shock him, though it left a sting. Forced to choose between his parents, he opted to stay with Amara without hesitation.
One benefit he got from the split: he now had his mother to himself. As the man of the house, he naively believed he could fulfill all her needs. He'd protect her, care for her. One day, when the kitchen sink clogged, he spent hours under it, wrench in hand, until water flowed free again—just to see her smile and say, "You're my hero."
So it came as a devastating blow when she began dating again. The thought of other men in her life crushed him. Zesai despised every suitor she brought home, making his disdain obvious, often rudely, when they arrived.
One guy, Mike, with his slicked-back hair and a laugh like a car horn grated on him worst. Zesai glared as Mike slung an arm around Amara, his fingers brushing her shoulder. To Zesai, she was far too good for these unworthy jerks.
However, this also made him understand that he was a son and she was his mother.
So, he thought the best way to forget the obsession was to find a stronger one. He began dating and got a good girlfriend, but the relationship lasted only a year, ending in a misunderstanding. She left abruptly, and he never got the chance to explain himself, though, truthfully, he didn't care enough to try. However, she had a gangster brother who bothered him quite a bit.