Perfect Corruption
(Mother's Thoughts)
I no longer thought of it as forced humiliation.
How many terrible things had I done in pursuit of happiness? For my own happiness I had abandoned my middle-school son and gone looking for a new man.
When I did it, it felt like pure romance.
Honestly, I had been young and selfish then. Everything with that man had been delightful—enough that I could walk away from my previous husband and my son. I hadn't understood how cruel it was to a boy just entering middle school. No—I had known. But I could not let go of the happiness right in front of me.
In truth, two years after leaving my son, when things with my husband began to sour, he was the first person who came to mind. My sanctuary. My son. My boy who had done nothing wrong.
But by the time of his middle-school graduation ceremony, there was already no place left for me. When I looked at his messenger profile photos, they were full of pictures taken with countless friends. With no relatives, no cousins, he had grown up strong and steady all alone. From the moment I failed to approach him, I had never been able to contact him again. Out of shame, out of the guilt of a mother—time only made the wrong grow like a snowball rolling downhill.
And when, after the debt-collector husband, I myself became a debtor who could never repay what I owed, when I stood at the edge of that cliff, my son was the last person who rose in my thoughts. I needed money, but I needed my son far more. If only he had been beside me at times like that, loan sharks would have held no terror.
The first time I saw Junwoo again, I thought he had grown up so beautifully. That such a handsome, solid young man was my son. If only I had been a proper mother to him. He had saved money on his own; now he possessed a fortune that made hundreds of millions of won seem trivial, and he had become a fine college student. It was like looking at myself when I was young—pretty without trying, a good figure without working out, living every day hearing how pure and well-raised I was.
But being chased by debt had changed everything. To become my own son's sex slave in order to wipe out the debt. It was cruel. An absurd, impossible thing. Yet money made it possible. The impossible became possible in the face of very real money. Standing before the horrific reality of living in hell until the day I died if I did not repay, I chose the unreal. Because even though the girls now were only half-daughters, as their stepmother I still had one last responsibility to fulfill.
Rather, getting the chance to meet my son again like this—to cook for him, to clean for him, the way a mother should—felt almost too good. I'm sorry I never got to be a mother to you... and if what my son wants is... this... then Mom will do it gladly.
When the long chain of thoughts finally ended, I saw my son Junwoo again on the bed, his cock standing stiff and proud. His face was full of a victorious smile as he looked at me.
Is throwing everything away and becoming a slave also just another form of selfishness...? Is it running away...?
None of it matters. I want to live the rest of my life right here beside my son. I want to be happy now. The thought rose clear and strong: I want to become my son's slave and live out the rest of my days as a lifelong slave who thinks of nothing and serves only him. Then I feel certain I could live happily forever.
Suddenly tears poured from my eyes without end. They streamed and streamed. Junwoo will probably think these are tears of being forced into an unavoidable choice, won't he? No. Junwoo. These are the tears of a mother saying goodbye to the last of herself. From now on... even in my mind... I am going to become your sex slave...
(Back to Junwoo's POV)
"Mom, stop crying. Are you that resentful?"
"Junwoo."
The sudden solemn way she called my name made me answer without thinking.
"Y-yeah?"
"Mom is sorry... all this time... for not finding you sooner... hic... I'm sorry... Mom committed a huge sin... a sin... sob... against you..."
"Why... why are you like this, Mom?"
A confession I had never expected.
"If Mom becoming your slave... is what you want... then Mom will... do it gladly..."
Her face was a mess of tears. They kept pouring out madly.
"M-Mom... all of a sudden..."
"From now on... I will properly fulfill my role for Master... as a mother... and as a slave..."
With eyes gone cloudy, Mom braced herself on her knees above me, pulled her panties to the side, and lined herself up on her own.
"Like this... I just insert it... right?"
Without even wiping the tear-streaked face, she gave me a frightening little smile, climbed on top of me, took my cock in her hand, and aimed. Once I understood what was happening I smiled back in answer.
"Yeah, Mijeong."
Squelch—
Mom's pussy, already soaked in her own juices, swallowed my cock greedily.
"Hnnngh—!!!!"
The instant she took me inside she climaxed again, throwing her face toward the ceiling.
"So you've decided to become a complete slave."
"Hiiih!! Y-yes...! From now on... Master's slave... hnnn... I've decided to become one..."
"Don't go deciding that and then turn into a different person tomorrow."
"I-I wou... never... ever... hiiih... do any... hohk!"
Every time I flexed my cock and scraped the inside of her she let out a moan, yet she stubbornly kept answering. The sight satisfied me.
"You have to fuck yourself. Move your hips."
"Yes... hah!... Yesss... Masterrr~"
Mom's expression had completely melted. Somewhere inside her head it felt as if an invisible string had snapped clean through.
"Why were you crying?"
"Because this is... the last time... hnn!... I'll ever be a mother..."
"What are you talking about? You're my slave, but you still have to keep doing the mother role from now on too."
Slap—
I struck her ass hard.
"Hnnngh!!! Yes~ if that's what Master wants...!!!!"
Mom shook her hips on her own and came again without permission. Having let go of everything in a single moment, she was now savoring the freedom of pure pleasure.
Slap—
"Hiih!"
Slap—
"Hnnngh...!"
"Master hasn't even cum yet and you're already off in heaven by yourself?"
"I-I'm sorryyy... I'll... shake again..."
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Her juices splattered and filled the room with filthy wet sounds. Mom rose and fell, rolling her waist. Her wavy hair swayed gently, and her tears fell onto my chest. Yet she was smiling.
"Nngh... can I cum inside?"
"Yes...! Master's cum...!! Hhk! Wherever you want...!! ...Please cum!!"
I had planned to anyway. Creampie. That was conquest.
Brrr-throb. Brrrk. Throb. Throb... Brrrrrr... throb!
The long orgasm finally ended. Even though it was the second load, I pumped out even more semen than before.
"Haaahhh..."
Every time my spent cock twitched, Mom flinched in time with it.
"Haaa... still... hard... ♡"
The cock that slid free without softening made her vividly aware once again who her master was. Mom pulled it out, knelt on the bed, and diligently cleaned me up on her own.
"Excellent."
"Slurp... lick... thank you... mmm... smooch..."
After she finished cleaning me, she swiped a finger through the cum and juices running down her thighs from her pussy and put it in her mouth.
"You eat it so well."
"Haaa... once I became a slave... it tastes good... ♡"
Cum is not something you eat for the flavor. Thick, fishy semen only becomes delicious when you swallow it with submission and the heavy scent of a man. Only a few dozen minutes earlier Mom had still had a rebellious streak left in her.
"I'm tired now too. Mom, go wash up and get ready for bed. Ah—don't you need to take the pill?"
"It's been less than a week since my period ended, so it's a safe day..."
Mom answered with a smile.
"Want to sleep with me tonight?"
"If Master wishes..."
"No. You decide, Mom."
"I'll wash up and come back, Master."
She straightened her panties and left the room without wiping the mixture of cum and juices still streaming down her thighs. The panties were already soaked. I no longer cared.
The house was so large that Mom made it to her own room without running into the daughters. I went to take a shower myself. The erection refused to go down. The cock that had been thoroughly cleaned by Mom's mouth kept dripping precum as if it were still searching for her.
It wasn't late yet. Hungry, I stopped by the kitchen, and Sua spoke to me.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"You heard everything?"
Of course those screams would have carried.
"No. The smell is just extremely strong."
"You went into my room?"
"It reaches all the way out here."
When the door had opened, the lewd scent had spread through the entire house. So Sua knew I had fucked Mom. Even so, how could she stay this calm?
The thought lasted only a moment; Sua kept talking.
"I think my period is coming soon. While I'm on it I want to wear pants."
A confident voice that clearly expected approval.
"No."
I wanted to refuse her once.
"Yes. If that's what you say, then it can't be helped."
An answer I hadn't expected. I already knew that when a woman is on her period the pad can stick out past the panties and blood can leak.
"Never mind. Do it. And tell your sister and Mom too."
"Yes, Master. And... I think it will start tomorrow..."
I make her do everything I want done.
"I'll buy them so they arrive early morning. Send me the link. Ah, you don't have my number, right? Here."
I typed my number into Sua's phone.
"Shall I save it as Master?"
"Yeah, do that."
"Yes, Master. I'll send the link."
"Mm~"
"You look refreshed."
Sua kept talking to me.
"Uh... yeah."
"You don't need me to relieve you right now, do you?"
"I'm fine."
At the firm answer Sua spun around and went into her room. The sight of her ass in nothing but underwear made me hard again.
If I handle Sua carelessly, she'll end up eating me instead.
I steeled myself. Now was not the time for Sua.
As if on cue, Sujeong appeared next. It wasn't like they were handing off a baton, yet the timing was uncanny.
"Whoa, it's huge... Master, you're amazing in so many ways, aren't you?"
That weird formal speech still sounded strange no matter how many times I heard it.
"I'm not hard because of you, got it? Don't pick a fight."
"Tch... I've got a pretty good body too. Don't get hard just from watching me dance~"
I was going to have to discipline her properly soon. Sujeong had come out in a matching checkered panty-and-bra set and was smiling while giving her hips a little sway.
"Color-coordinated, huh. Trying to look good for me?"
"Well... that too. Walking around in just underwear is actually comfortable and nice."
"Nice?"
"Nice~"
"Suck my cock."
"W-what?!"
"You made me hard, so suck it."
"Th-that's...!"
The sudden blowjob demand left her flustered. I chuckled under my breath as if it were funny and headed back to my room.
"Next time, suck it without delay. I won't let it slide again."
I wanted to wait for Mom in the room. On the way past I gave the flustered older sister's ass a light smack as if I were being generous.
Slap—
"Eek!"
When I entered the room, the puddle of Mom's piss welcomed me. Sua must have seen it too, right...? Like a pervert I leaned down and sniffed.
Sniff~
They say squirt smells less like piss, and it really didn't have that urine reek.
Lick.
I dabbed a finger and tasted a little. Bland piss flavor.
I should clean it up for now.
I thought about wiping up the piss Mom had left, then decided leaving it for her to clean wasn't a bad idea either, so I left it alone. I lay down on the bed, replaying the earlier Mom in my head, and waited for her to finish washing and come back.
And then Mom entered.
Creak.