First Daytime 3: "That's How It Comes Out, Huh?"
'That's how it comes out, right?' The body that had been trained by me every night seemed to crave my fingers, as her thighs would tremble and part on their own from time to time. But the moment Mom noticed, she'd jolt in shock and hurriedly clamp them shut.
Watching the tug-of-war between her consciousness and instincts was amusing, but now it was getting hard for me to hold back. I let go of the cloth in my hand and slid my fingers straight into the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
Slrrrp.
"Ah... ah...? Ah, aaah...!"
Mom must have felt my son's hand burrowing between her thighs, because a voice laced with desperation and despair spilled from her lips. With the cloth out of the picture, even the flimsy excuse of "wiping her body" was gone. But even if she knew that, there was nothing she could do to stop my fingers' advance.
Passing over her plump lower belly, one finger arrived at the humid, sweltering crevice. I slowly parted the thick, swollen mound of her pussy with my fingertip, and her clamped thighs quivered as her petals began to bloom open like a flower.
Squelch.
"Haaah...!"
As a single finger of mine pushed through the flesh into Mom's most secret garden, a sweet moan erupted from within my embrace. The vaginal walls clamped down on my finger like they wanted to sever it, while sticky love juices began trickling down it to the floor.
'Wh-why! Why am I feeling it like this!'
Jeong Hyang was horrified by the unbelievable foreign sensation invading between her legs, but what shocked her most was her own body's state. It was as if her body had been waiting for this moment alone—it accepted her son's finger far too easily. And not just that; the way her body heated up like she was reuniting with a long-lost beloved husband, the way this vulgar flesh grew slick and wet—it was the most repulsive and alien thing of all. She even felt a sense of dissociation, like her body wasn't her own.
'N-no way! This... this is incest! Unforgivable, unacceptable...!'
Squelch!
"Haaaak?!"
The dizzying sensation of her son's finger buried between her legs scraping at the tender mucous membranes deep in her lower belly pierced through her entire body. Her waist curled forward as if being reeled in, and from her own mouth burst a moan so sweetly alluring that even she was stunned. It was a voice more lovable than any she'd ever let out, even in her husband's arms during their lovemaking.
'My son's finger...! I can't feel it! I mustn't be aware of it! Never, absolutely never, acknowledge it...!'
Jeong Hyang desperately tried to ignore her son's finger delving toward the depths of her lower belly. She never imagined she'd come to know the thickness of her now-adult son's finger or the length it reached to her sensitive spots through her vaginal walls.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ahk... hak?! Ah, euk...! Kk, kkuu...!"
The more she bit her lips to stifle the moans trying to escape, the more her hypersensitive nerves focused on her son's finger plunging deep into her lower belly. She could vividly feel the slick, sticky love juices starting to leak from her pussy, soaking her inner thighs and dripping onto the straw mat—it was driving her mad. She was feeling pleasure from her son's hand.
'This is just my son wiping my body clean, nothing more... I mustn't feel it... mustn't feel...!'
Even though she knew there was no wet cloth in her son's hand anymore, Jeong Hyang had to brainwash herself into believing it, or she'd be pushed right over the edge. As a woman rather than a mother, she writhed in ecstasy within her son's embrace. Tears welled up in her eyes as her dark pupils rolled back repeatedly, swept away by the crashing waves of pleasure before snapping back into place. Thick saliva overflowed from between her tightly bitten lips, showing the magnitude of the pleasure, dripping down onto the straw mat—but she had no spare moment to wipe it away.
"Mom."
The moment I heard that quiet call of "Mom" from behind, her heart pounded like it would burst. Like a dog trained countless times with delicious food dangled before it, a scorching heat exploded deep in her lower belly, spreading through her entire body.
"Mom. Do you want to go?"
"Ah, o, aaah... oooh...?! Ah, ah...!"
Her consciousness began to blur. Her body felt heavy, like she'd just woken from sleep. No—her nerves were more taut than ever, fixated solely on her son's finger relentlessly scraping her depths, blocking out everything else. Her trembling lips parted on their own, on the verge of uttering the plea she always did, but she barely swallowed it back.
"Hmmm...?"
Did he sense my desire? There was a thick note of amusement in my son's voice from behind. Reading my hesitation, he offered me the fruit laced with sweet poison.
"It's okay, Mom. This is just washing your body. You can be honest."
"Haa, ah... aaah...!"
Washing the body. Her pleasure-addled brain started fabricating excuses on its own. This wasn't incest. It was just her filial son tending to his unjustly imprisoned mother. Her thick lips, heaving with ragged breaths, parted wide as a moan laced with hesitation escaped.
"Haa! Hau, euk... the body, washing the... body..."
"In a filthy place like this, you have to wash extra thoroughly. Even deep inside."
As if insisting this was just a washing, he drove his finger even deeper into her lower belly.
Squelch!!
"Haaaak??!!"
Her waist lifted into the air, shuddering wildly. I could see the muscles rippling along my son's forearm lodged between her splayed legs as he relentlessly churned her pussy without mercy.
'C-coming...!'
Her black eyes, soaked with tears, rolled upward as if fleeing the onrushing pleasure. Her toes, pressing hard against the floor, curled inward, instinctively bracing for the wave of sensation about to burst. The moment her son's thick, elongated finger pressed firmly against her exquisitely sensitive spot, Jeong Hyang's world exploded.
"O, ooooooh??!!"
Spiiiish!!!
The unbelievable low, vulgar cry that erupted from her mouth was joined by the slick splashing of clear tidal squirt bursting from between her legs toward the air, ringing dully in her tinnitus-filled ears. Her vision flashed white, her entire body's sensations condensing into a single point before detonating. Her body went rigid, bowing like a drawn bow before snapping upward into the air. Her toes curled tight, her inner thighs quaking in wild, uncontrollable spasms.
"Mom, Mom, Mom."
Like casting a hypnotic spell, he called out to me in that childish whine right by my ear, where the piercing tinnitus droned on. I wanted to scream at him to stop, but all that came from my mouth were the broken beastly cries.
"Unghk...?! Hak?! O, ook...! Ook?!"
Spurt! Splurt! Splurt!
His forearm churning deep in my lower belly bulged with straining tendons as it crushed my sensitive vaginal walls. The squirt gushing out with enough force to push his fingers away arced through the air before pattering onto the straw mat, starkly visible in the bright morning sunlight.
"Ah, aaah... aaaaaah..."
What leaked from her exhausted body wasn't just moans—it was the dignity of a mother, her pride, her very personhood crumbling. From parent to woman. From woman to mere sow in heat. It was the sob of a woman reduced to that.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Clear love juices poured from her pussy like tears from where her son's fingers were buried, slowing to a stop. Her waist, hovering and shuddering in the air, dropped to the soft straw mat with a thud the moment the flow ceased.
"Huuuuuh..."
A soul-drained moan trailed from Mom's face, streaked with tears and drool. I felt her pussy's vise-like grip on my fingers gradually loosen. In response, her widely splayed legs flopped to the floor and began twitching sporadically.
"Mom. All the built-up, stagnant poison inside is out now. Let me show you for a second."
Schlorp!
"Heeik?!"
As I pulled my fingers from Mom's pussy, they emerged from the slick flesh with a wet pop, coated in her mixed love juices. She shuddered violently at the sudden sensation of the intruder ripping free from her lower belly, moaning out. I brought my glistening fingers to her panting face in my arms and showed them to her.
As always, once it was over, I showed her the results. Her consciousness dimmed from the climax, she parted her heaving lips and slowly craned her neck toward my fingers.
Slurp...
As always, Mom began sucking and cleaning her son's juice-smeared fingers with a tender kiss. I stroked her head like a good, obedient puppy, letting her bask in the afterglow.
"Hap, mmph, slurp, churp, chup... sluuuurp..."
With reason submerged and instinct in control, Mom's disheveled form exuded an utterly decadent aura, even in the brilliant morning light. Rather, the ripe widow's flushed body, laid bare in the bright illumination, was so lasciviously obscene it made my mouth water.
Sluuuuurp...
Having sucked up every last drop, Mom released my fingers from her mouth. A single glistening, viscous bead of her juices clung to her thick lips, trailing seductively down her chin.
I held her limp, climax-weakened body close and soaked a cloth in warm water, gently and meticulously wiping her entire form like a caress.
"Ah, ah... aaah..."
Mom let out languid, dripping moans, as if savoring the intimate, soothing touch, before going limp as if falling asleep. Tear tracks stained the delicate skin under her softly closed eyes, so I wiped her face clean with the warm cloth, restoring her to her usual prim and proper self.
"All done. You look pretty, Mom."
As if nothing had happened, Mom had returned to her composed state. Not a trace remained of the magistrate's overnight leavings—or the lustful fluids scattered by her son's hands. She looked utterly pristine, as always.
The only difference was the faint afterheat of pleasure lingering on her porcelain-white cheeks, a subtle rosy glow like a lotus blossom.