Shame and Imprint
"Well, that depends. If you listen to me properly, ma'am."
At my cold answer, Elena's dignified eyes shook mercilessly.
"Peace... please... ngh, haa..."
Her reason remained perfectly intact.
The fact that she was a widow who had lived righteously her entire life.
The fact that her own son Kyle was sleeping in the room upstairs.
And even the fact that the person she was begging was none other than her son's twenty-five-year-old friend.
All that common sense pierced her mind, flooding her with unbearable shame.
Yet the hypnotic imprint mocked such thoughts, steadily soaking her pussy.
"Keep your voice down, ma'am."
I seized Elena's slender shoulders and shoved her roughly against the sink wall.
With a dull thud, her curvaceous body pressed flush against my chest.
"What if Kyle hears you?"
"Ah, no... Peace, if you do this... hngh! If Kyle... if Kyle finds out...!"
"If Kyle finds out? He'll think you're a bitch in heat craving her son's friend's cock."
"Ugh...! Haa, haa...!"
Every time her son's name tangled with mine, love juices surged from Elena's pussy like a fountain.
The humiliating words dyed the corners of her clear eyes red with resentment and sexual ecstasy.
Without hesitation I cupped her ass, yanking up her long skirt and apron in a single motion.
With a rustle, her white, plump thighs were exposed.
Her white panties were already drenched, the fabric clinging transparently to her soaked folds.
"Look at this, ma'am. You say no with your mouth, yet your pussy has already flooded."
"Haaah...! D-don't look at my pussy... It's so embarrassing, Peace... ngh, please...!"
The reality of standing skirt-up in front of her son's twenty-five-year-old friend, showing him her dripping cunt.
Elena turned her head and sobbed in shame, but her hips instinctively rocked toward my hand.
I hooked a finger under the edge of her panties and yanked them aside.
Her bewitching pussy lips swelled invitingly, glistening.
When I stroked roughly down her slit, wet, sticky sounds of chuuk, chuuk shattered the kitchen's silence.
"Ah! Haaaaang! Peace! Peaaace...!!"
"Shh. I told you not to make noise."
Every time my name left her lips, the muscles inside her pussy clamped down on my fingers like a mad beast.
Tears streamed from eyes that still held perfect focus.
Because her soul had not yet broken, she felt every ounce of this vile immorality with agonizing clarity.
"Now, Elena ma'am. You said calling my name feels good, didn't you?"
"Haa, haa... Yes, ngh...!"
"Then from now on, obey my every command. Do that, and I'll let you scream my name every day until your pussy wears out."
I drove two fingers deep into her drenched hole.
"Ang! Hng! Uhhng!"
"I'm talking about Kyle's birthday party tonight."
"K-Kyle... ugh?!"
"If that bastard Kyle acts annoying, don't hold back. Slap his face without mercy."
"Uh...? B-but Kyle is my son..."
"Your son? The bastard who lounges in his room while his mother carries heavy boxes is your son? Kyle is trash."
The pleasure of fingers stirring her pussy fused with the hypnotic waves dominating her mind.
In Elena's world, the value of her son Kyle plunged straight into the gutter.
"Kyle is... trash..."
"Exactly. So at tonight's party, if Kyle spouts nonsense, slap him and throw him out. Your head should be filled with nothing but me."
While her sopping cunt was violated, Kyle's own mother nodded, entranced.
"Yes... Peace, everything you say is right... Kyle is trash... In my head... hng, there's only you, Peace... Haaaa!"
"Good girl, ma'am."
I withdrew my fingers and held them before her face.
Clear, sticky nectar from Kyle's mother stretched in long, glistening threads down my fingers.
"Lick it. This is the pussy juice you spilled onto your son's friend's hand."
Her lips quivered with shame, yet Elena could not refuse. She extended her red tongue and began licking my fingers with devoted care.
Chup. Slurp...
Obscene sounds filled the kitchen.
Feeling her wet tongue work, I spoke again in a low, cold voice.
"One more time. What will you do if Kyle acts annoying at the party tonight?"
"That is... ngh, haa..."
Elena bit her lip, trying once more to evade the answer.
Maternal love and reason were making their final resistance.
It seemed she could not bring herself to say she would strike her own child.
"Ma'am. Hey, ma'am."
I pulled my fingers free and whispered cruelly into her ear.
"You still haven't learned. Call my name. Beg while you call me Peace."
"Peace...! Haa, Peaaace...! Please...!"
"Louder."
"Peace! Peace! Hng, uahng!"
The instant she uttered my name, the hypnotic imprint tore through her body.
"My pussy... I can't control my pussy...! The juices won't stop and my skirt is soaked...!"
Elena twisted her thighs and screamed.
Every time she called the name of the friend before her, her womb convulsed, pouring out love juices as punishment.
Her eyes remained sharply focused, so the full weight of this depravity ravaged her mind without mercy.
"Haaang! Hng! Peace, Peaaace! Please... my pussy itches so much! Touch me more...!"
"I'll touch you when you give the right answer. What do you do if Kyle talks shit?"
At that horrifying yet sweet outcome, her stubbornness finally shattered.
"I'll slap him... That trash bastard Kyle, I'll slap his cheek raw, so please touch me, Peace...!"
"You should have said that from the beginning."
The result was honest.
Her son had been erased. Only a bitch in heat chanting my name remained.
I plunged my fingers back into her pussy, now pooled with her juices.
Squelch, squelch—!
The lewd sounds flooded the kitchen.
"Ahaaang! Ah, nngh! Peace, Peaaace...!"
I stirred my fingers, feeding her sticky pleasure, then withdrew and tapped them against her lips.
"Lick again, properly. How does it feel to gush pussy juice for your son's friend?"
"Slurp... Chup... It's so... embarrassing... ngh."
The widow's face, licking her own fluids, had melted completely in ecstasy.
I patted her cheek and smiled coldly.
"Now, ma'am. I'll be watching."
"...Huh?"
At my cold declaration, Elena's eyes widened and her body trembled.
The knowledge that she would be trained in real time, monitored by her son's friend right before her son's eyes.
That terrible pressure squeezed her chest, yet her body—already melted by arousal—craved my control.
"At the party tonight, I'll watch closely whether you get any strange ideas. Behave yourself."
"B-but... if Kyle notices... hngh!"
"Talking back?"
I slapped her drenched pussy lips hard with my palm.
With a sharp, wet smack, Elena arched violently.
"Ah, ahng! Peace! I'm sorry... I won't let him notice! I'll slap Kyle's cheek right in front of you...!"
"Good. As long as you understand."
I smiled with satisfaction and stroked down her lower body.
"If you listen well, I'll finger that pussy again tonight. Now fix your skirt."
"Yes... Peace, everything you say is right... In my head... hng, there's only you, Peace... Haaaa."
The exact moment Elena smoothed her skirt and straightened her clothes—
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Ominous footsteps descended the stairs and echoed through the living room.
Kyle was coming to the kitchen.
"Mom! I thought I heard Peace's voice earlier. Did he leave already? Huh, Peace? You're still here?"
Kyle poked his head into the kitchen entrance and greeted me with a dumb look.
His gaze shifted to his mother's face.
Elena's cheeks were flushed crimson, her lips glistening with saliva from licking my fingers moments ago.
Juices still trickled from her pussy beneath the skirt, wetting her thighs.
"Huh? Mom, why is your face so red? Is the kitchen too hot?"
"Uh, uhh...? Yes, Kyle... I was standing by the stove, so a little... haa."
Elena could not meet her son's eyes.
She only stole glances at my crotch and twitched below.
It was laughable. Kyle had no idea his own mother was dripping because she wanted my cock inside her.
I tapped Kyle's shoulder as I walked past.
"I told you to look forward to the gift, right? See you at the party tonight, Kyle."
"Huh? Oh, yeah! See you tonight!"
Thud.
The front door closed completely, ringing through the silent kitchen.
"Haa, haa... Peace... Has he really gone...? Ngh."
Once he had completely left, the legs that had been braced against the sink gave out.
She slid helplessly to the floor.
"Haaang...! Peace, Peaaace...!"
The master had vanished, yet the name branded in her mind continued ravaging her body.
"It keeps... it keeps pouring out... Ah, ugh!"
Hot love juices gushed from under her skirt, running down her thighs and staining the floor.
From the second-floor room came thumping noises and a stupid humming.
─ Lululu, lalalala ─.
It was her own son's voice, the one who had asked to be called when his friends arrived.
"Kyle... haa, Kyle..."
Even as her son's song drifted down, her mind held only one thought.
"Peace... stirred my pussy hole so mercilessly..."
The cool, electric memory of those fingers sliding in and out shook her womb.
"He said if I listen well... he'd stir it again at the evening party...?"
That cruel yet sweet promise from her son's friend.
"Evening... I wish evening would come soon... Haaang!"
Sitting on the kitchen floor soaked with her own pussy juices.
"Peace... come quickly and stir my pussy more... Please..."
Kyle's biological mother panted roughly, eyes still sharply focused, craving only her son's friend.