Serena welcomed her clients into her office, directing them to take a seat on the couch opposite her chair. Carol and her son, Dylan, greeted her before taking their place on the couch.
Carol was wearing a low-cut black top with a matching black skirt and heels. Dylan was dressed more casually in just shorts and a tee shirt.
Serena grabbed her notepad and a pen before having a seat in her chair.
"I know we had a general overview on the phone when you made the appointment, but I'd like to go over it again." Serena explained. "Can you tell me a little bit about what brings you two in today?"
Carol took a deep breath, nervous to begin.
"This is my son. His name is Dylan and he is 22 years old." Carol told Serena. "A couple of years ago, I became aware of... a particular behavior. I tried to ignore it and look past it, but it kept happening. Again and again."
"And can you elaborate on this behavior for me?"
"Well... it involves my... umm." Carol stammered. "It involves my underwear."
"I see." Serena said nonchalantly, making a note. "And what exactly was it that you noticed?"
"Semen." Carol answered uncomfortably. "A lot of semen."
"Semen in your underwear you mean?"
"Yes." Carol replied. "It was obvious that Dylan had used them while... ya know... pleasuring himself."
"Perfect." Serena added, making another note in her notepad. "And the underwear itself... are we talking about clean pairs? Pairs you had worn and not yet washed?"
"Sorry. Yes, they were my dirty panties from the hamper in my bathroom."
Serena casually added the information to her notes.
"And this behavior concerned you?"
"Yes." Carol said. "I don't have anything against masturbation. But I'm his mother. I feel like it's inappropriate for him to not only steal my dirty panties, but also to use them while he plays with himself."
"It's actually very common for boys to be curious about their own mother and the female body in general." Serena explained. "Dylan, is your mother correct? Have you been using her underwear to help you masturbate?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Can you tell me a little bit about your fascination with her underwear?" Serena continued. "What is it about them that you find so alluring?"
"I don't know for sure." Dylan answered. "It just really turns me on when I'm holding them and then sniff them. Knowing that my mom was the one wearing them. Knowing that the panties were wrapped around her... between her legs... against her ass cheeks. Sometimes I'll even lick the crotch so I can taste her."
Serena continued to casually take notes.
"Were you aware that your son was also tasting your soiled underwear?"
"No I was not!" Carol answered in embarrassment. "Why on earth would you do that, Dylan?"
"Now now." Serena interjected. "We aren't here to judge or shame. It's more helpful if we seek to understand your son and why he finds so much pleasure in this activity."
Carol took a deep breath, trying to relax and allow the therapist to do her job.
"Dylan, I'd like to dive deeper into this." Serena told him. "Would it be okay if I asked you a few more questions?"
"Sure. I don't mind."
"There are no right or wrong answers. The most important thing is to just be open and honest." Serena explained. "So... first of all, do you remember how this obsession began?"
"Not really. I've just always had a fetish for smelling panties. The dirtier the better."
"I see. So you've done this with other girls?"
"Yes ma'am." Dylan said. "I've dated a few girls over the years. With each one, there came a point where I had the opportunity to steal a pair of their panties. A couple of them I stole multiple pairs."
"And it was the same routine as you currently have with your mother? You'd smell and taste them and then end up filling them with your ejaculate?"
"Pretty much." Dylan confirmed. "And those girls had a nice aroma. But I've never sniffed a pair of panties that have smelled better than my mom's."
"Well that's a very sweet thing to say!" Serena told him. "Isn't that quite a compliment, Carol? Hearing that your son prefers your feminine scent over those other, younger girls?"
Carol shook her head slowly in uncertain agreement.
"It's still very strange since he's my son." Carol replied. "But I suppose it is always flattering for someone to compliment the way I smell... down there."
Serena smiled and returned her focus to Dylan.
"Let's go back to focusing on your mother." Serena suggested. "Do you remember your first encounter with her underwear?"
"I do." He answered. "I can't remember why, but she had taken a shower in my bathroom. I think maybe her drain was stopped up. Regardless of the reason, she used my bathroom. Later that afternoon I had to take a piss, so I walk in and I saw her panties crumpled up on the floor. I guess she must've forgotten them."
Serena made more notes.
"And how did you feel?" She asked. "What went through your mind when you saw your mother's discarded and forgotten underwear?"
"I remember being excited just to see them. They were black with lace trim. I've always thought my mom has a sexy body, so seeing something that had been right up against her ass and pussy immediately gave me a thrill." Dylan responded. "When I was done peeing, I took a closer look. That's when I noticed that the crotch had a large stain where her pussy juice had dried. It was beautiful the way it contrasted against the black fabric. Before I even realized it, my cock was rock hard."
"Excellent! And what did you do next?"
"I pulled my shorts back down, grabbed my boner, and held the panties against my face." Dylan recalled. "I took the longest sniff of that stain that I could and almost came immediately."
"Because it smelled so good?"
"That was part of it. The other part was that I knew I was smelling the juices from my own mom's twat. It was very surreal and exciting." Dylan added. "Knowing I was going to cum soon, I took one more deep inhale of the stain, then wrapped the underwear around the head of my penis. It only took a couple of tugs to unload a massive cumshot into her panties."
Serena nodded her head, following along as she added to her notes.
"And what did you do after achieving that sexual gratification?"
"I wiped the remaining cum off my dick with the panties and then took them to her bathroom and put them in the hamper." Dylan answered. "But ever since then, I just can't help myself. I try to use a pair of her underwear at least once a day."
"Good, good. This is exactly the kind of information that will be helpful." Serena said. "It sounds like you've gone through quite a few pairs of your mother's underwear. Do you have any favorites?"
"Favorites?"
"Is there a type or style that you prefer?" Serena continued. "Do you prefer thongs for instance. Or do you maybe opt for a satin pair over a cotton pair?"
