Morning Afterglow and Twisted Filial Care
After letting Mother rest against the wall for a moment, still basking in the afterglow of her climax, I gathered up all the washing water, cloths, and such, left the cell, and returned. In my hands were porridge perfect for breakfast and an assortment of light, easy-to-digest foods that wouldn't burden her.
"You have to eat well to endure, don't you? Mom." It wasn't concern for a mother suffering through grueling prison life—it was a twisted affection, like the magistrate pampering a pretty pet.
I set the tray down in the cell and gently shook my mother awake from her deep slumber. "Mother. Please wake up."
I touched her with soft, incredibly considerate hands, careful not to startle her upon waking. "Mm... uhm..."
Mother stirred slowly, her eyes hazy like someone just rousing from a deep night's sleep. "Did you cough?"
"Ah... uh...? Wha...?" Her unfocused eyes gradually sharpened with reason, confusion mixing into her groans as she tried to grasp the situation.
What... what happened...?
Jeong Hyang couldn't comprehend what had occurred. She'd lied to hide the magistrate's disgusting traces, begging her son to tend to her. He'd yielded to her desperation, started washing her body. That was it... or so it should have been.
"Mother?"
She jolted as if pricked by a needle, gasping in terror. The faint heat deep in her lower belly and the dizzying remnants of pleasure lingering through her body brutally reminded her it hadn't been a dream.
Am I dreaming right now?
Her son acted as if nothing had happened, insisting she needed to eat well to build strength for the harsh prison days—even feeding her the porridge himself since she couldn't manage it. "Mmph..."
The sticky, slippery texture of the porridge evoked the magistrate's white fluid from last night; she nearly retched. Her son's deep eyes stared straight at her.
"Gulp..." Unthinkingly, she swallowed the porridge filling her mouth. Only then did he smile contentedly, as always, and spoon in more.
Unable to speak or resolve the doubts crowding her mind, the meal ended. "I'm glad you have an appetite."
Was that even a meal? It was more like force-feeding fodder to a fattened pig.
Doubts filled Jeong Hyang's head, but she couldn't voice them. Fear welled from her feet, making the son before her terrifying. Worst of all was her own body.
Why does his care feel so... familiar?
She yielded naturally to his every touch. What chilled her most was how comfortably her body accepted it, as if accustomed.
Unaware of her turmoil, I cleared the tray, picked up a bamboo brush, and approached. "Now, Mother. Time to brush your teeth after eating."
"B-brush my teeth?"
"Ahh~"
Jeong Hyang wondered if she'd finally lost her mind. Her son made the absurd demand so naturally, and her body betrayed her consciousness—her mouth already opening by the time her mind caught up.
Smoothly. "Hngh?!"
The coarse bristles slid into her mouth, scraping her tender gums and teeth. The salty tang of salt and stiff brush texture stimulated her mouth's mucosa with every stroke, warming her lower belly, her waist tensing instinctively.
What drove her mad was her son's gaze "looking down" at her. The calm, serene eyes of her ever-filial son now chilled her more than any stare in the world.
"Mother, your mouth is so small."
She flinched. He pried her mouth wider with his fingers, peering deep into her throat. "Hee...!"
A shamefully sloppy sound escaped her. Shame worse than standing naked before him surged, tension gripping even her toes.
Swipe, swipe, swipe. "Hah... hnn... haa...!"
Chills raced across her skin with every pass of the brush. His hand, pulling her mouth open wider, slipped inside and pinched her trembling tongue. "Heek?!"
A bizarre voice she didn't recognize burst from her as he gripped it. "Mother, we must clean your tongue too. Stick it out."
"Hnn... hnnng..."
"Come on now."
Jeong Hyang concluded she must be dreaming. Otherwise, the shame and humiliation wrapping her body would drive her insane.
Her tongue was forcibly dragged out by his hand. The red surface protruded into her view, quivering uncontrollably.
"Your tongue is so thick and rough—feels nice to touch." As he commented, pressing firmly with his fingertips, a gush of wetness burst between her thighs.
She couldn't face his visage filling her vision; her eyes darted wildly. Meanwhile, he began scrubbing her tongue with the brush.
"Haa... hnn... ah...!" Twitch, twitch, twitch.
The stiff bristles caressed her tongue like a lover, the sensation piercing straight to her brain. Lewd moans escaped involuntarily; her inner belly clenched tight.
Her slutty body rubbed her thighs together unconsciously, savoring the subtle stimulation amid the rising dampness. Then, abruptly, the sensation stopped.
"Ha, haa...!" A sigh of regret burst from deep in her chest.
Regret?
Hazy Jeong Hyang startled at her own emotion, desperately clinging to her fraying awareness. Through her blurred vision, she saw her son's face, mouth full of water.
Before she could comprehend, his lips covered hers. "Mmph...?"
Even as she registered the kiss, his water-laden tongue invaded her mouth. "Hnn... uh...? Mmmph, mmh... hnngh?!"
His hot tongue ravaged her mouth amid the cool water. She couldn't meet his face dominating her sight; her lower belly cramped with tension.
Her madly grinding thighs parted on their own, exposing her drenched crotch. It wept slickly, begging silently for someone to plunge into her pitifully twitching pussy.
"Chup, churp, smack, slurp..." "Hnnngh, haa, haaah, mmph..."
He licked meticulously, as if savoring the filth in her mouth. He spat the dirty water, took fresh, and rinsed her with repeated kisses.
Even when nothing remained unclean, his tongue's violation threatened her sanity. As his thick tongue coiled around her rigid, frozen one—clearly with new intent—a moan erupted.
"Hngh?!" Unlike before, she couldn't hold back; as his tongue tightened, preventing escape, a feeble spurt of nectar burst from her slit.
"Hnnnngggg...!!!!"
Gush! Gush! Gush! Slick lewd cries leaked from their joined lips as the widow's lascivious pussy wept tears of ecstasy on its own.
No one had touched it, yet her ripe flower bloomed, her overheated body cresting climax independently. Even feeling her undergarments soak through, she couldn't reject the crashing bliss.
Her black eyes, wide with shock, lost focus and glazed over visibly. "Churrup..." "Ha... uhnng..."
He pulled away with a savoring smack; she let out a sweet, ecstatic moan, head drooping limply. Through cascading black hair, thick, clear saliva trailed down, dripping onto the straw mat.
He licked his lips, tasting her lingering sweetness, then lifted her chin. "Mother, your mouth is clean now. How was your son's care? Were you satisfied?"
"Haa, haa, haa..." She gazed up with unfocused eyes, panting deliriously. The aroused widow's body emitted a dangerously potent female musk.
Especially visible: her crotch, soaked enough to stain her white mourning garb, betraying her excitement.
"Mother."
"Hnn... hnngh...?"
I deliberately kept calling her "Mother" to snap her back into her resolute, pine-like virtuous self. Her hazy eyes regained focus, realization dawning.
"Wha... what...?"
When faced with utterly bewildering situations, people freeze, unsure how to react. Like a goldfish, Mother gaped wordlessly, staring up at me—adorably overwhelmed, words failing her.
"Well then, Mother. This son has business this afternoon and must go out, so shall I ask someone else to tend your meals? I won't see you again today, so please take care."
"Wha... wha..."
I left her stammering endlessly like a broken toy. I felt her gaze clinging to my back but didn't turn.
Tonight's going to be fun.
Preoccupied with her son's depravity, Mother wouldn't spare a thought for the other beast visiting tonight.
Day and night. Different beasts taking turns defiling the sweet flower that was Jeong Hyang—the hellish cycle was complete.