The Second Morning: Whispers of Impregnation
Her upper body arched back sharply, her voluptuous breasts quivering in midair, emphasizing the bewitching pose of the female in heat. It shone beautifully under the brilliant morning sunlight. Her sweat-drenched breasts glistened, nipples standing erect like pretty flowers blooming at their peaks, indirectly revealing the magnitude of her climax. Unlike the initial gushing like a faucet turned on full blast, now each pump of my cock squeezed out thick spurts of my seed, vomiting into Mother's womb like reluctant bile. Mother's womb maintained a merciless grip, as if refusing to let even a single drop escape, gulping down the milky fluid glug, glug, steadily piling it deep in her lower belly.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Each eruption of my seed made room in the emptiness, as sticky love juices poured from between Mother's thighs in generous gushes, soaking the soft straw bedding. Savoring the afterglow of her peak and my release down to her toes, Mother finally raised the white flag in surrender, overwhelmed by the flood of love.
"Haa..." With a deflating whimper, her head—shaking like a bitch in heat—snapped down as if broken. The moment it drooped, her entire body went limp like a marionette with cut strings, upper body tilting toward the floor. But I held her arms tight, as if shouting where do you think you're going?, thrusting my desire's seed into the womb that birthed me until the very last drop. Spurt, spuuurt, spurt... My back ached, tinnitus ringing in my ears, but I poured every ounce of strength into wringing out the final loads. The convulsing folds and mucous membrane of Mother's pussy milked me, prolonging the ecstasy. Desperate to stretch this jaw-trembling bliss even a second longer, I crushed her beneath me.
"Haa..."
"Hnguu..."
Our languid moans and sighs harmonized. Each twitch of the endlessly soft, scorching feminine form pinned beneath me sent drip, drip of juices from our joined sex.
I buried my face in Mother's nape and hair, panting as her sweet, musky scent filled my head. My throat burned with thirst. Her pale, smooth nape glistened with sweat, utterly tempting. Lick, chomp. Unthinkingly, I lapped at it to quench myself, then bit down, marking my territory.
"Haak?!"
Mother's limp body jolted violently, spilling a sweet moan. The shock of my teeth on her nape made her pussy clamp my cock in rapture. I pulled away from the sweat-slick mark of my teeth, now vivid on her skin, and cooed at her like a spoiled child.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy."
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! Each whisper of "Mommy" made her convulse in response. Through her disheveled hair, I saw tears streaming from wide, white eyes. Even passed out, eyes rolled back, her devoted, tender reaction to her son's call was utterly lovable.
"Mommy. Can you feel my cum filling your womb? Huh?"
Her pussy clenched my cock in answer. That adorable response ignited jealous flames—I couldn't hand this woman to the magistrate. Even with the walls closing in, in this moment, possessive fire burned: no one else could have this bitch.
How to keep other males from stealing this prime female? Instinct's scream filled my mind, and I whispered it into her ear.
"Mommy. Get pregnant."
Twitch!!! Her sprawled limbs on the soft straw thrashed like electrocuted, body heaving. Unconscious, yet clearly reacting to the ultimate taboo between mother and son.
Squeeze... Her pussy gripped my embedded cock like it would sever it; hot juices I'd thought dried up gushed anew between her thighs.
"Mommy. Get pregnant. Bear my child. Your son's child. My baby. You'll do it, right? Yeah? Get pregnant for me. Not the magistrate's—mine."
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! Each utterance of "pregnant" wracked her with spasms, body shuddering in rebellion against instinct overriding reason. Like a mere broodmare, I drove my seeding cock deeper, whispering endlessly.
"Get pregnant. Get pregnant. Get pregnant."
"Ha, ahh... ah, aaa... ah..."
From Mother's lips flowed languid, sweet moans like a regressed intellect. I rode her back, brainwashing the unconscious mother with impregnation whispers until my cock shrank.
"Whew... time to get up."
I wanted to pound till dusk, but that would end this bliss—and our setup. Night and day boundaries must hold, or the game shatters. Rising slowly, autumn's chill air wrapped us, steam thick with our lewd mingled scents rising to the clear sky.
Squelch.
"Haaah..."
Shriveled but still impressively thick, pulling out gave faint stimulation; she leaked a sweet whimper.
"Was I too rough?"
One word for Mother's collapsed form on the soft straw: ravaged. Sweat-matted hair splayed wildly; tear tracks stained her eyes peeking through. Gasping raggedly, thick lips parted with her red tongue lolling out, viscous saliva pooling on the floor. Sweat sheened her smooth back's curves; my handprints bruised her slender arms.
"Hope her wrists aren't chafed."
In my frenzy, I'd yanked her arms and the binding ropes hard; faint red abrasions marked her fair skin.
Sweat beaded like dew on fruit across her moon-round ass; between cheeks, our mingled cum and juices spurt, spurt defiled her inner thighs.
"What a waste. Would've been nice if she got pregnant with mine this time—though the magistrate's probably ahead in volume?"
Body of a son, mind intact. Impregnating "Mother" stirred no guilt.
I pinched shut her plump mound to stem the flow; even that faint touch made her twitch and shudder in pleasure.
"After pounding her so blatantly, no excuses left—what'll she say when she wakes?"
Her ripe widow's body, trained long-term, clearly craved her son—but her pine-straight mind was another story. I anticipated her awakening, but the filthy cell made lingering unwise; intimacy here was tough.
"Time to negotiate with the magistrate."
Prison fun exhausted; venue change needed. I had plans for haggling. First, clean up Mother's wrecked state.
Reheating stale water, I tenderly wiped her soiled body. This filial son's devoted care should evoke warmth and affection. Yet the twisted darkness seeping from us instilled uncanny dissonance and chills.
"Whew~ All done!"
I beamed with satisfaction, task complete. The near-nude woman in tattered rags, head lolled aside in faint, exuded heartrending pathos. Jeong Hyang's form, hair strand by strand wiped clean, regained elegance—but deep in her belly, my thick defilement sloshed.
"I hope Mommy gets pregnant with my baby. Even if not 'this time,' plenty of chances. A one-shot would be ideal, though. Should've creampied nightly."
Caressing her sleeping belly lovingly, I prayed for my child. The beast, stroking the broodmare's womb, exited the cell.
"Mommy. Just wait a bit. Tonight, no filthy prison—we'll sleep in a room."
Jeong Hyang then had no inkling this hellish cell would soon seem like paradise.