Mother's Submission
Knock, knock. Creak.
Mother came right in now.
I had ordered her to do it this way no matter what I was doing—even if I was naked—so it no longer mattered.
She entered my room carrying fruit.
"Have some fruit..."
She set down a plate of neatly sliced apples and strawberries.
"Mom, come here."
"Yes, Master."
"How long has it been since you last had sex with your husband?"
Mother looked a little startled, but decided there was nothing left to hide.
"About five years..."
"Don't lie to me! You got married because you were having an affair and you're telling me you went five years without?"
"It's true... After we got married he changed completely, and he already had two grown daughters... We didn't do it for those five years, and after that we were on the run so I never even had time to think about it..."
Her slightly agitated voice, as if she felt wronged, proved she was telling the truth.
"Hmm... Then how did you take care of your sexual needs in the meantime? Did you at least masturbate?"
"W-what...?"
"I'm asking if you masturbated."
"It's been a while since I last did..."
Well, being chased around and worn down mentally, she probably never even had the chance to think about it.
"So are you the type with a high sex drive?"
"What...??"
Mother was thrown off by the relentless interrogation about her sex life, every question leaving her no escape.
"I'm asking if you have a high sex drive."
"...I don't know."
"There you go again. Mom, you're not Mom anymore. You're my slave. Stop thinking of yourself as a mother and answer me honestly as a slave. They say when sexual desire builds up, your body falls apart and you just get angry. Wouldn't it be better if I took care of it for you this time?"
"I'm... fine..."
Mother's face flushed red.
"Ha... Mom. Say it: I am a slave."
"I am... a slave."
"I am a slave who has no need to think."
"I am a slave who has no need to think."
"When Master asks, I answer honestly."
"When Master asks... I answer honestly..."
I stood up and stroked Mother's hair.
"That's good enough. You're entrusting your body to me."
Mother—wearing only her underwear, already her son's slave—felt a strange sensation as her son stroked her head.
"...!"
"This moment is such a good one for you, Mom. Honestly, walking around in nothing but underwear—doesn't it turn you on? Hmm? Answer me."
My hand slid lower, following the soft curve of her waist down to her hips.
"Hnn...!"
"You're reacting like this to nothing but a touch. Aren't you sexually frustrated?"
I kept spitting out words meant to provoke her while slowly caressing her ass.
"Letting a body this pretty go to waste doesn't seem right either."
Mother stood still and simply accepted my indecency.
I kneaded her softly, my hand gradually working into the cleft of her buttocks.
"Hnnngh...nnh."
My fingers went lower—and I felt wetness. Mother was already thoroughly soaked.
This time she neither told me to stop nor made any move to refuse.
"Wet again? You're turned on, aren't you?"
I wanted her to answer, and now Mother began to answer obediently.
"...Yes."
She admitted it. Then her body trembled faintly again. An electric current she couldn't name ran through her.
I slipped my fingers up into her bra and lightly pinched her stiff nipples with my nails.
"Hnngh...! Aah...!"
"So you're sensitive here too."
"..."
Mother kept her eyes squeezed shut, surrendering her body to my hands.
I pushed one of the strawberries she had brought into her mouth—and my fingers right along with it.
"Ugh...eugh?!"
Ignoring her reaction, I crushed the soft strawberry with my fingers inside her mouth until the flesh burst.
"Han Mijeong..."
The moment her name was spoken, Mother trembled finely again.
"Swallow the strawberry."
Gulp—
She swallowed the mashed fruit.
I held up my withdrawn fingers, coated in spit and strawberry pulp, for her to see.
"Clean them."
Then I pushed my fingers back into her mouth. Mother didn't block them with her teeth. She simply accepted them.
Slurp. Smack.
My fingers came free with a wet sound from the pressure.
"Mom. Won't you suck my cock for me right now?"
She couldn't refuse.
"...Yes... Master."
After everything I had just done, Mother followed the order without resistance, her expression slightly dazed.
She knelt in front of me. I pulled down my pants and freed my thick, fully erect cock.
It throbbed right in front of her face.
"Ah..."
My large cock displayed its full presence before her.
Looking at a cock for the first time in so long, Mother felt something rising from deep inside herself.
"How is it?"
"It's big..."
Of course it is. Who do you think I am.
"Suck it."
"Yes... Master."
"You're answering so well."
I stroked the head of Mother kneeling before me again.
An indescribable sense of submission welled up inside her.
To think she was sucking her own son's cock. Her excitement doubled.
Mother sucked me with careful devotion.
Slurp... lick. Lick... slurrrp.... slurrrp...
She didn't swallow her spit—she coated me with it and worked earnestly.
If she was going to do it while resisting, she thought, it was better to just give herself over completely the way she used to.
"As expected, you're good at this."
Mother looked up at me while continuing to suck.
Admiring her large breasts gathered between the cups of her bra, I came for the first time.
"Ah...! Mom, I'm cumming..! Take it in your mouth!!!"
Spurt... spurtrrt. Spurtrr... spurt!
"Haaa..."
Mother had sensed it coming and finished me cleanly with firm, deliberate pressure.
A mother who listened so well looked lovable.
Eyes faintly glistening with tears, she held a full mouthful of semen.
"What do you think you should do?"
She looked up at me with eyes that begged for mercy.
"Swallow."
She had no choice. Mother squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed.
Gulp—, gulp—
There was so much she had to take it in two swallows.
In the quiet room the sound of her throat working was extremely loud.
She kept swallowing the leftover spit as if something still clung to her throat.
"You never swallowed for your previous husband?"
"Haa..haa... No... it didn't taste good... and the texture was too much..."
"From now on you'll swallow every drop of mine. You'll have to get used to that leftover sensation too."
"...Yes, Master."
"Now is it Mom's turn to be satisfied?"
I helped her up and lightly embraced her from behind.
Mother was secretly looking forward to it. The idea that I would give her satisfaction—before she knew it the sense of me as her son had been wiped away, and she was accepting me as a man.
I touched her sex with my fingers.
Above her underwear, her private parts were soaked and glistening.
Slap. Slap.
When I lightly struck that secret place with two fingers, her pussy made an obscene, wet sound.
"Hnngh~!..uuuh..."
I slid my hand into her panties and rubbed over her folds.
"Not much hair, and it's kept so clean. Or were you never very hairy to begin with?"
"Orig..inally...hnn...I don't have much...nngh!"
"I like that you're honest."
The moment the words left my mouth I thrust two fingers into her pussy.
"Haait!!...Wai...Wait!!!"
Mother jolted in shock and began to convulse.
"You feel that much from just this? We're only getting started."
With the experience I'd gained from women bought with money and liquor, I skillfully hunted for her sweet spots.
My fingers, sunk deep, pressed firmly toward the front—toward her belly—searching for the weak place.
"Ha..ha...there...don..'t!...uu!!"
It was a nice apartment, but would the soundproofing hold? Even with the daughters in the house she let out quite loud moans.
While rubbing the inside of her vagina I found the spot where she flinched the hardest.
"Here it is."
Press.
"Haaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!"
Mother cried out in pure ecstasy and thrashed her hips wildly.
Psssssssssh.
From stimulation after so long, she poured everything out and climaxed right in front of me.
I held her as her strength left her and carried her to the bed from behind.
"Haa...haa....haa..."
Mother, who had squirted in front of her son from the wave of excitement that crashed over her all at once.
Sitting on the bed, still breathing hard from the high that hadn't faded, she stared at the puddle on the floor where she had been standing.
"How was that, Mom? Pretty skilled, right?"
"Haa....Yesss....haa..."
"Won't you enjoy yourself with me?"
"Haa....haa...haa..."
A cock sturdier and harder than her freeloader husband's. Larger even than her previous husband's—an absurd genetic gift.
After years without, the rush left her no room to come back to herself.
Mother, who had only come to bring fruit and then had her erogenous zones attacked, stared out through hazy eyes thick with arousal.
That's right... I have to pay off the debt...
In the middle of that thought, my voice cut straight through.
"If you don't want to, you can leave."
What? Wait... after flipping the switch this hard, just leave...?
Mother sat there blankly, thinking it to herself.
"Was I too rough? Mom. Mom!"
When her son grabbed her shoulders and shook her, she looked at him through still-clouded eyes.
"Did you lose your mind after pissing yourself, Mom?"
Sudden, crushing shame. I'm a mother. No—a slave? No, a mother.
"Ah..no."
"Choose. If you don't want to, we stop for today."
No. I can't. Not after getting me this worked up.
Before the enormous wave of five years of sexless frustration, the taboo and the guilt toward her son—everything burst open at once.
Mother looked at me with pitiful eyes.
Her pupils trembled; her mouth opened and closed. But no words came out.
Seeing that, certain I had the upper hand, I played my final card.
I flopped onto the bed with my cock bare beside her.
"If you want it, Mom, put it in yourself. If you don't, you can just leave like that."
I was sure I would win. This was something that simply could not be left undone.
Looking at Mother swaying like this, she had no choice but to say yes.
Mother slowly rose from the bed. Then she looked at me.