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I savored the sight of my mother sucking on my finger while slowly untying the knot of her jeogori with my other hand. Beneath the snow-white jeogori, her voluptuous curves like pearls gleamed faintly through the sheer undergarment. I slipped the jeogori off her shoulders and let it pool on the floor, then tugged her thin inner robe upward. There, bursting forth with maternal fullness, her pale breasts jiggled into view.
"Wow, this is killer..."
Those sweat-slicked peaks traced curves more beautiful than anything in the world. I lightly flicked the pale pink nipples—untouched since I'd suckled them as a baby—with my fingertip.
"Hng...!"
Mother's waist twitched violently, a moan bursting from her lips. As if telling her to quiet down, I shoved my glistening, slick-with-her-juices finger back into her mouth.
"Guhk?!"
Ignoring her retching as I pressed down on her plump, rough tongue, I untied the strings of her white mourning skirt as well. I'd glimpsed the insides of her pale thighs a few times while testing the Monghwancho, but stripping her skirt off completely was a first. Before, I'd been too ignorant of how to dress or tie a jeogori properly to go further—but now, things were different.
"This must be what they mean by a sublime view."
The undergarment, meant to be worn beneath clothes, was scant and thin enough to reveal her skin, and soaked through with her arousal, it outlined her plump mound in exquisite erotic detail. A moment when the wisdom of our ancestors truly shone.
As if entranced, I reached between her legs—still clad only in that undergarment—and firmly pressed the thick mound.
"Haub?!"
Mother, retching against my chest from the finger in her mouth, bucked her hips wildly in response. The softness and wetness at my fingertips had an unbelievable elasticity for a body nearing its forties.
"Dad was so frail I barely made it to birth, or so I've heard—so this is basically brand new?"
It was hard to call a human body "new" or "used," but since she'd steadfastly guarded her chastity since Father's death, her slit being as tight as a virgin's made perfect sense. I undid the knot holding the undergarment in place, fully exposing the ripe female form that no man had seen since Father's passing.
Her hair, piled high for the ancestral rite, was a tangled mess. The widow, drooling and tear-streaked as she suckled her son's finger, exuded decadent allure.
"Should I leave the hairpins in?"
I decided to leave the hairpins and ring—symbols of a married woman—as they were. Pulling my finger from her mouth brought a thick strand of saliva trailing after it, snapping with regret.
"Haa, haa, haa."
With every ragged breath, her sweat-glossed, heaving breasts rose and fell, dizzying my vision. I couldn't hold back anymore; I wanted to plunge my cock between those limp-spread thighs. I moved her onto the futon I'd laid out beforehand, stripped off my clothes, and returned to my birthday suit.
Atop my disheveled, panting mother, my son's cock reared up, veins bulging, proud and rigid. The sight hit her like a wave of uncontrollable excitement.
"Mother."
"U, ung."
Through my Monghwancho experiments, I'd drilled the word "mother" into her until she'd respond in any circumstance. Even now, with my raging erection inches from her face, she answered without a trace of fear.
"I'm about to split your chastity with my cock—what do you think?"
This was the beauty of Monghwancho: she kept a drunken haze of consciousness while spilling her honest thoughts.
"Ch-chastity... chastity? My son... my own son? Why would my son take my chastity...? U, ung? Yes?"
Her words dripped with bewilderment, as if facing something her common sense couldn't grasp. I slapped my erect cock against her puzzled face.
"Ah..."
With her view blocked by my cock, an indescribably lewd tableau formed. A strange, fearful moan escaped her as her vision darkened.
"Mother. What do you think of your son's cock?"
"S-son... son's cock... so hot and hard. Already grown this big—im-impressive. Truly impressive."
Her poignant maternal pride mixed with a woman's eager anticipation nearly made me burst out laughing. To show my growth to my dam, I positioned myself between her legs.
She gazed at me with a dazed expression, unable to fathom my intent—her innocence, oblivious to the impending incest, drove me wild with excitement. I spread her legs wide, climbed atop her belly, and pressed my precum-drooling cockhead to her cleft.
Squelch.
"Hng...?"
A faint, sticky sound as I nudged the glans just barely between her mound's lips. Even on the brink of deflowering, she stared blankly, clueless to her son's purpose. The widow's entranced, faintly idiotic beauty under the Monghwancho stirred a profound sense of taboo that made my back ache.
Etching this moment into my depraved memory—the raw desire distorting the face of a woman who'd lived only as a mother for so long—I slowly thrust my hips forward.
Sluuuurp.
"A-ah...? A-aaah??!!"
I felt the glans parting her mound, inching inside. Like plunging into waterlogged clay, immense resistance met a welcoming heat and squeeze. Forcing open the clenching entrance that thrashed to expel the intruder, broken moans spilled from her lips.
"W-wait... waaaiiit... wh-what... what is th-this... what...! Hnngut?!"
Focus flickered in and out of her eyes. The room-filling scent of Monghwancho dragged her resurfacing mind back down, smothering it in the mire of pleasure.
"Mother. Careful not to bite your tongue."
"T-tongue?"
At her clear pronunciation—unlike before—I slammed my hips down with all my might.
Thwuuuump!
"Hyaaaaaaaak??!!"
A dull, meaty smack like splitting firewood erupted from our joining. The searing foreignness of tearing long-unused muscles made her shriek, body rigid. A momentary recoil rocked me, but I bore down harder, pinning the bitch beneath me.
"O-oohk... ooohooook!!!"
As I thrust and ground, our union sealed tighter; deep in her belly, she growled like a beast under the pulverizing assault.
"A-ah... ha, haaaak?! Kkuk, kkuuu... kk...!"
She gasped and choked, breathless. Her face—twisted in agony and ecstasy she couldn't comprehend—stoked my sadism.
"Kuh...! Mother. Not once since Dad died, right?! What kind of grip is this...!"
I gnashed my teeth at the virgin-tight clench transmitting through my cock, moaning in mingled joy and strain. Wriggling inner folds tickled the shaft; the vise-like pressure bit down to the glans, as if trying to devour me whole. Her pussy wailed in bliss, ignorant that the invading meat was her son's.
Long silence and chastity shattered at last.
Sluuuurp...!
"Haaaaak??!!"
Pulling back slowly, her pink insides clung desperately, stretching long. Despite the Monghwancho, her mind swirled in confusion—bewilderment, horror, every emotion staining her moans against her body's ecstatic screams.
I drew back until my toes tingled, then slammed down with full force.
Splat!
"Kkuk?!"
Now slicker from the path carved, I battered her tender depths toward her womb. Her whole body jolted; heat and pleasure exploding from her core melted the horror from her face into a puddle.
Watching the paper mask of motherhood dissolve like wet hanji after years of wear—I could no longer suppress my reason.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Hak?! A-aak?! U, hng...! Haaaaak??!!"
I fed my pent-up lust with each pounding thrust. Like loosening rigid muscles, her mound twitched and slowly gaped wider with every plunge. Her widow's legs, thrust skyward, cast pitiful shadows in the candlelight.
As wildly as those shadows shook, the woman's spirit—crushed and ravaged by her son—eroded with every slap of cock to belly.
"Kk, kkuk?! Wh-what...! What is th-this... what are you doiiing...?! Haaaoooook?!"
Her submerged consciousness bobbed up fiercely, only for vulgar shrieks to erupt as my cock split her pussy. The pine-like will to guard her chastity surged screaming, only to be shoved back into pleasure's swamp by her son's rod.