Second Day 2 - Cleansed in Ecstasy
My strength ebbed from my entire body like the receding tide, my limbs going limp. Ignoring the revolting male fluids smeared across my son's chest, I burrowed even deeper into his embrace. Like a child nestling into a parent's arms to act spoiled, I clung to my son.
Warm. That single word floated up in my utterly wrecked mind. I'd only spent two days in that prison cell, yet it felt like a lifetime of exhaustion. The long-forgotten warmth seeped into my body, breaking me down.
"Hic..." A fragile sob slipped unbidden from between my teeth. I buried my face in my son's chest like a spoiled child, swallowing the sobs threatening to burst out.
Just for a moment, just a little while... Praying for forgiveness for committing this incestuous sin—clinging naked to my son like some lowly whore—I became a woman, not a mother.
As I nestled there, listening to my son's pounding heartbeat, I felt warm, damp cloth gliding over my skin. The ecstasy of my son meticulously wiping away the traces of last night's vile ravishment made my soul drift away. At the same time, guilt and sin from making him clean another man's fluids twisted together with a storm of other emotions.
"Hngh..." Feeling his touch, a lewd moan escaped me unwittingly, snapping my hazy mind taut. Startled, I tried to pull away from his embrace, but his arm around my waist held me fast.
"Mom. Don't you like being this close?"
"Ah, aa... ah...?"
Lifting my head from his chest, I faced the 'male' visage before me, my voice coming out strange. It was my son. My son—why then did heat flare deep in my lower belly?
You filthy thing! You mad slut! Horny bitch! Hyang, have you truly lost your mind!
Guilt that made my lips tremble and ecstatic depravity whirled in a tempest. The moment I felt the shape of his fingers through the soaked cloth, I nearly bucked my hips and spilled sweet moans.
"You know if we don't clean every spot thoroughly, you could get sick, right?"
His words flowed from his mouth, but they barely reached my ears. I didn't even notice he'd dropped the honorifics, his speech turning casual—every nerve was focused on the hands wiping my body. I savored his touch unconsciously, as if even each strand of my hair was alive to it.
As my body lightened, the repulsive fluids sloughing off, heat blooming deep in my belly spread over my skin like wildfire. I couldn't stop it.
I didn't even use Monghwancho, so why is Mom acting like this? Her eyes are glazed—she doesn't seem in her right mind. Has she lost control?
I was just holding Mom, wiping away the stains of her defilement one by one, but she stared up at me with dreamy eyes like she'd inhaled Monghwancho smoke. Every time my hands brushed a sensitive spot, she twitched visibly, making it clear she felt it.
It's from the training and her desperate situation. She's weaker than I thought.
Her body, conditioned by prolonged training, craved men and reacted sensitively. Framed for a crime, enduring humiliation from men other than her husband in her dire straits—surely the dizzying thrill of my taboo touch and the sweetness of my care had pickled her reason away.
Once I'd wiped her entire body with warm water, her moist, dewy feminine form was laid bare under the bright morning sun. The disheveled allure of the mature widow shone with seductive beauty that could enchant any male.
"Mom."
"Haa, haa, haa."
Even my low call made her pant shallowly against my chest. My hands roamed her now-clean skin like a caress. The smooth, soft texture, saturated with moisture, felt incredibly good.
Sliding my hand from her waist inward, I grasped her swelling breast from below as she panted.
"Haht...!"
At the subtle stimulation rising from her breast, she let out a sweet moan, oblivious that it was her son's hand.
"Mom. Did that magistrate bastard toy with your tits like this last night?"
She flinched! My sharp question brought light back to her dreamy eyes, her mind clearing.
Realizing she was panting in her son's arms like a pitiful woman craving a man's touch, she tried to pull away in panic. But I gripped her breast harder, refusing to let go.
"Aak?!"
Her ample breast deformed like dough in my hand. The cloudy-soft flesh between my fingers and the rising heat told me she was fully aware now.
"Mom."
"......"
She didn't answer my call, so I narrowed my eyes in displeasure and released her breast. Only then did she exhale thinly, like she could finally breathe.
But that was just the beginning. My hand slid from her breast to her inner thigh in an instant, lightly stroking the cleft forced open by the magistrate last night.
Squelch.
"Heeyak?!"
A cute, shrill scream burst from her chest. At the unexpected stimulus, she jolted up in terror, but my other hand clamped her shoulder, trapping her in my arms.
Looking down at her trapped form, her eyes trembled like an earthquake, speckled with confusion, shock, and every emotion as she gazed up at me.
Meeting her bewildered stare, I leaned closer, nipping her flushed earlobe, and pushed my finger deeper into her pussy.
"H-hhiiik??!!"
The ever-upright Mom, who'd lived peacefully her whole life, spilled strange, drawn-out moans from her teeth—sounds she'd never made before.
Her pussy clenched my intruding finger like it would sever it, her body in my arms stiffening rigidly with tension. I extended my tongue, licking her earlobe meticulously, and she let out a languid moan like her soul was departing.
Slurp, lick, lick.
"O-oh...? O-ooh... oooh...??!!"
Each lap of my tongue on her earlobe made her pussy grip my finger in sync, like peristalsis. At that urgent squeeze, I slowly moved my finger, gently stimulating her tender mucosa, and whispered low into her ear, slick with my saliva.
"Mom. Did that magistrate bastard finger-fuck your pussy like this last night? Huh? Tell me."
"Ah, ah... ahh, ha... aaa...?"
Like a child, she leaned on my chest, eyes unblinking, spitting broken moans. Sticky, clear drool dribbled from her open mouth, showing her thoughts had halted, focused solely on the rising pleasure.
"That horny dog ravaged your body like this, didn't he? Right?"
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Hyang focused every sense on her son's voice echoing muffled in her saliva-soaked ear and the ticklish foreign sensation probing deep in her belly. His damp voice seeped into her mind, but like seized gears, she couldn't comprehend it. Her lewd body, inflamed by the ecstatic intrusion, eagerly heated up, slowly leaking pleasure tears from her lower mouth, wafting obscene scents.
"Mom. Answer."
"Ah, ah... ahh... y-yes... that's right. The magistrate, that ungrateful beast... haak...! He... my pussy...!"
"Pussy."
"H-huh?"
I brought my mouth closer to her glistening ear and whispered. To defile the soul of this chaste, pure woman, I made her utter filthy, vulgar words from her own mouth.
"Say 'pussy'."
Like a robot implanted with commands, like a well-trained dog, she trembled and began voicing the lewd term herself.
"P-pu... pussy..."
"What did that bastard do to your pussy? How?"
"P-pussy... my pussy, he fingered it wildly, s-sucked, licked...! Nghiiik?!"
I thrust my finger deeper into her pussy, stimulating harshly to recreate last night's feel. The ecstatic jolt from her belly made her gush a handful of fluids, panting wildly.
"And then? Did he fuck you in the end? Did the magistrate's thick cock pound your pussy?"
"N-no... he didn't... aak... he didn't! Never... absolutely not!"
Like a woman caught cheating, she desperately protested. Lost in pleasure and taboo, she didn't even register whose arms held her. Her wrecked thoughts turned her archaic speech casual, like to a lover.
"Then you'll do it tonight?"
She jolted! Her body in my arms nearly sprang away.
Reason flashed back into her pleasure-drenched eyes.
"Ha, haa...! Haa! Haa!"
Imagining tonight, her face paled, breaths ragged. I pulled the terrified Mom closer and made a sweet, twisted offer she couldn't refuse.
"Mom. Wanna do it with me?"
Eerie silence descended on the cell, like someone hit pause. Even her panting against my chest vanished, thick fog of stillness between us. Distant birdsong or rustling leaves couldn't reach this moment.