Mother's Trembling Surrender
Jeong Hyang racked her pleasure-drenched mind, overflowing with ecstasy, trying to make sense of what her son had just said to her, but understanding slipped through her grasp. As if providing the answer to her bewilderment, her son's finger plunged even deeper into the depths of her lower belly.
"Ah...!" The sweetly intoxicating feminine moan that erupted from her own lips made Jeong Hyang feel like she was on the verge of madness. The stark realization that her son's finger had burrowed inside her body slammed into her mind. No—she had already been reveling in it, savoring the way it probed and churned within her like a forbidden treat. Sticky nectar flowed shamefully down her inner thighs, every hair on her body prickling with humiliation.
"Mom. Do it with me. Yeah?"
"Ah, ah, aaah... Huh? Ahh...?"
What leaked from her lips was no longer coherent speech, just foolish, infantile whimpers as if her mind had regressed to childhood. She forced her head up from the solid wall of her son's chest, where he held her trapped in his embrace. Even in the bright morning light, deep shadows cloaked his face gazing down at her, hiding his expression. But those eyes—glistening with raw lust, brimming with scorching black heat—shone vividly even in the dimness.
The moment their gazes locked, a dizzying wave of taboo crashed over her entire body.
Whoosh!
"Agh?!"
Her son's finger hadn't even prodded her lower belly, yet her body betrayed her, convulsing on its own. Faced with the piercing, predatory stare of a male in heat, her flesh and spirit surrendered involuntarily, hurtling her into climax.
This... this can't...
Her trembling lips twitched repeatedly, desperate to form words denying the impossible, insisting they couldn't do this—but they refused to move.
"Mom's chastity—if you're gonna give it to that bastard, give it to me instead."
I'd already claimed it long ago. I'd devoured her purity to the bone and dyed it in my colors. But Mom just didn't know it yet.
Having received the irresistible, poison-laced proposal she couldn't refuse, Mom trembled in my arms like a newborn fawn. Her body was already mine after long sessions of conditioning, but her mind wasn't—yet. Before the magistrate could truly steal her away, I had to make her mind mine too, utterly. Then she'd go mad from the shame and humiliation of the fall.
"Mom. You'll give it to me, right? Better me than a creep like that. Yeah?"
"Ah, uh... hng... aaah? Ah..."
"That's a yes? Then Mom's chastity—I'll take it."
I released her from my embrace and laid her face-down on the soft straw mat. In her dazed "Huh? Wha...?" stupor, she belatedly realized she'd thrust her ass up toward her son like a beast in heat.
Her moon-like, swollen buttocks quivered beneath, her widow's slick, transparent nectar-soaked pussy twitching as if begging for cock.
Jeong Hyang desperately spun her foggy mind while presenting her ass to her son.
Why has it come to this?
Why am I thrusting my ass out to my own son, preparing to offer my chastity?
The sound of clothes rustling off behind her pierced her son's saliva-dampened ear. Uselessly vivid morning sunlight made the dust motes dance in the room. The disconnect between her depraved situation and the peaceful, sunny morning landscape threatened to drive her insane.
Every nerve stood on end, acutely aware of the nectar trickling down her inner thighs, desperately sensing the presence at her back.
Once fully stripped, that presence enveloped her from behind like a blanket, and soon something hard tapped against her nectar-slicked crotch.
Squelch.
"Hiiiiiik?!"
Her pleasure-hazed mind snapped awake at the danger. But it was too late to rise—the weight of her son pinned her down. Desperate to halt this incestuous sin, she whipped her head around to scream—only for the son's glans, pressed to her mound, to begin parting her flesh and sliding in.
"Ah, ah...?! Oh ah, ah, aaaah...??!!"
Her mouth, meant for refusal, only sputtered broken moans. She strained her bound hands behind her to push him away, but it did nothing to slow his advance. Her glistening mound forced open as the rigid invader burrowed into her depths, the alien sensation vivid.
Her thighs, taut with tension, trembled pitifully, on the verge of collapse.
"Je, Jeong Yun...! Yunnieeee...! Wait...! Wait, I say! Hold on!"
Even screaming her son's name desperately, the beast astride her pressed on relentlessly. The creature devouring its dam swept aside her sweat-matted hair and whispered low and sweetly into her ear, as if to make sure she heard.
"Mom's pussy's clamping my glans like it's trying to bite it off—so fierce. Must be starving after going so long without a man. How's it feel, Mom? Can you feel your son's cock digging in?"
"Ahh, uh... ah...?"
His crude whispers threatened to shatter her sanity. The leisurely thrust toward her depths spread a tingling heat through her like mist, languidly enfeebling her body.
I can't feel it! I mustn't... feel... it...
The more she tried diverting her focus, the more she fixated on the size, girth, and heat of a man's cock after so long—especially her son's, shattering her long-guarded chastity!
"Mom."
Flinch!
The word "Mom" scrambled her mind into chaos. Her rigid body slackened limply, preparing to accept everything on its own.
"Mom. I'm thrusting it all in at once, so don't bite your tongue."
What—?
The question in her head vanished as the creeping intruder ballooned in presence, slamming her womb.
Splat!
"Oooooohk?!?!"
The dull thud of flesh smacking flesh exploded from her hiked-up ass. The heavy vibration rocked through her belly, battering her pleasure-mired brain.
The taboo realization that her son's cock had struck his mother's womb curled her toes inward, tensing her entire body. A vulgar, lewd cry burst from her chest's depths, fading quietly into the bright morning scene.
"Kh, grrr...! What kind of grip is this...!"
"Ah, uh...! Hah, kh, hngh...?! Gk, kho...?!"
Mother and son began conversing not with words, but bodies. Her inner walls clenched his cock without a gap, writhing like a petulant lover finally sated. Her plump ass deformed like dough under his pelvis, mirroring her helpless plight.
Finally, I've fucked the sane Mom raw!
I savored her soft, shuddering body beneath me like an electric shock, her pussy's vise-like grip threatening to milk me dry. The sweet feminine scent wafting up as I hilted fueled my bliss. Her sideways face on the straw—twisted in shock and ecstasy—was so erotic I felt a sadistic urge to frame it.
Unlike my ecstasy, Jeong Hyang reeled from the shock—for entirely different reasons.
Why does it feel this good! Impossible! It can't... This can't happen!
It fit perfectly. As if her pussy had been molded over years to her son's cock—no pain, no excess, just overwhelming, ecstatic pleasure surging like a tide. Her long-lost chastity felt ancient; his shaft pinpointed her most sensitive spots with eerie precision. Even just hilted, her depths pulsed in contraction and release, heart pounding fit to burst, body unquenchable no matter how she gasped.
Schlurp...!
"Hnnnnaaahk?! Ah, awk...! W-wait! St-stop...! Oook?!"
The dizzying drag as his cock scraped her walls on withdrawal choked her breath. As if mocking her long abstinence, her slick channel clung greedily, stretching after him. His weight lifted, but invisible pressure pinned her immobile. Impaled on that mere "cock" flesh, her limbs went limp.
His large, thick hands gripped her hips.
No, don't!
She knew he meant business now. Her mind screamed to stop it, but her body arched her ass higher, twisting to align perfectly, craving him deeper.