Chapter 403 (Mom)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 403 (Mom)
Mom supported herself, her legs trembling like those of a newborn fawn.
The accompaniment from the karaoke machine was already passing the end of the first verse's chorus.
Just as the tremors racking Mom’s slumped body began to subside, Si-woo withdrew his finger from her vaginal opening.
Squelch!
As his finger slid out, the thick pussy fluid that had been pooled inside her came pouring out.
"Haa... ah..."
Mom groaned, her arms resting on the table and her head buried low as if in shame.
Si-woo checked his middle finger, which was slick with the fluids from inside her.
He then pressed the finger that had been inside her body against the bare skin of her buttocks, just below her shirt.
Slowly, he began to trace words on her backside—words designed to make her feel even more humiliated.
'S-O-N-’-S' 'E-X-C-L-U-S-I-V-E' 'W-H-O-R-E' 'P-U-S-S-Y'
Si-woo inscribed the words one character at a time, alternating between her left and right cheeks.
Every time a stroke of those lewd words—labels that defined her current position and status—was carved into her flesh, her body flinched and tensed as if she were trying to endure the shame.
Si-woo pulled his hand away and watched her as she remained slumped over.
Whether it was the lingering afterglow of her climax or the delayed wave of shame, Mom’s body jolted violently as she leaned forward.
Because her upper body was bent over the table, her T-shirt was pulled upward.
The backs of her thighs were exposed all the way up to just below her buttocks.
However, the T-shirt wedged into her anus remained firmly in place.
Si-woo smiled, the corners of his mouth curling up as if he found the sight both ridiculous and satisfying, like an art piece he had personally installed.
He began to stroke his penis even more aggressively.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
The sound of Si-woo’s masturbation pierced through the karaoke accompaniment.
Every time the sound of his hand hitting himself synchronized with the music, Mom’s thighs twitched and squeezed inward.
Stopping his movements for a moment, Si-woo picked up the vibrator and the waterproof bandage he had left on the table.
He lifted her T-shirt slightly, just enough to precariously reveal her groin.
Then, he pressed the vibrator directly against Mom’s clitoris.
He tore open the paper packaging of the waterproof bandage and peeled off the protective film.
Without hesitation, he used the bandage to firmly fix the vibrator to her groin.
Mom offered no resistance or protest while Si-woo installed the device.
She merely stole a worried glance at the glass door, fearing their scandalous behavior might be exposed to the world, before burying her face again and trembling.
* * *
"Mom! You have to keep singing, right? The song isn't over yet!"
Si-woo spoke in a playful tone toward his mother, who was still slumped over the table with her face hidden.
"Oh? Uh... okay..."
Mom replied, picking herself up as if she were in a daze.
She straightened her posture and, following Si-woo’s command, tried to steady her breathing and resume singing.
Her thin, trembling voice echoed through the room once more via the speakers.
Si-woo opened the vibrator control app on his smartphone.
He set it to the lowest intensity, pressed the start button, and then locked the screen.
Bzzzzzzzzzt!
Si-woo’s smartphone vibrated in his hand.
The vibrator attached to Mom’s groin would be buzzing in perfect sync with the phone.
The nasal tones and ragged breaths mixed into her singing served as a proxy, signaling the vibration status of the device pressed against her clitoris.
Si-woo placed the smartphone on his thigh.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
Listening to the vibration of the phone and Mom’s singing, Si-woo sat directly behind her and continued to masturbate.
He shook his penis even more violently, making sure she could hear the sound of him stroking himself up and down.
His breath came in short, shallow gasps, and a flush spread across his entire face.
* * *
Si-woo continued his intense masturbation until Mom’s song was nearly finished.
His smartphone, which held the wireless vibrator on 'active,' continued to vibrate without pause.
Once the song ended, what kind of expression and attitude would Mom show him?
Thinking back, they hadn't had a proper conversation since their master-slave sex the previous night, aside from text messages.
The playful molestation in the kitchen while Se-young was present and the forced deep throat in the changing room were essentially the entirety of the interaction and communication Si-woo and Mom had shared face-to-face since last night.
Keeping the sex with Mom and the affairs with other family members a secret from the rest... especially Se-young.
Ensuring that Mom was returned to her "normal" self once their lewd nighttime rituals were over.
Always taking care of contraception whenever he had sex with Mom, Se-hee, or Se-young.
These were the minimum conditions of approval Si-woo remembered—the rules required to continue this master-slave play with Mom.
There might have been more, but those were the ones he could recall for now.
But now that he had made Mom and Se-hee Noona mess around with each other while he was away, and had even invited Se-young to the family group slave chat...
What use were those conditions Mom had set at this point?
Si-woo kept these thoughts in his head, his hand never stopping its motion.
Perhaps Mom had called him out because she wanted to have a serious, private talk about those very things.
Even though she had been swept away by Si-woo’s pace out here due to her inherent submissive tendency...
Was she planning to tell him to end everything here?
Or did she want to discuss new rules that fit the changed circumstances?
He recalled the look in Mom’s eyes he had seen from a distance when he sent her the photo of the condoms in his bag.
Recalling the memories of the previous night, her eyes had been those of a female, moist with a lingering longing for something forbidden.
Yet, the moment Si-woo appeared in front of the mart, she had changed her expression and tone, acting as if she were sulking.
It felt somewhat insolent, yet it also gave him a strange thrill—a heart-pounding excitement as if he had captured the target he needed to drag out from within her.
Si-woo pulled a condom out of his bag.
Once again, he placed it on the table where Mom could clearly see it.
Mom’s body shuddered in time with the music she was singing.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Si-woo took a few experimental swings at Mom’s buttocks while she was mid-song.
"Haa-ut! Ah! Hau-at!"
Mom moaned, her body flinching as if startled by the stinging heat of his palm.
While he masturbated... and while the vibrator hummed...
Si-woo struck her buttocks whenever the whim took him, acting as if she were no longer his mother.
As the third song she had reserved neared its end, Si-woo stopped the vibrator's vibration via his smartphone.
The mechanical accompaniment faded, and Mom’s score appeared on the screen.
A noisy congratulatory message and a fanfare played.
Then, silence fell over the room.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Now, the only sound in the karaoke room was Si-woo’s masturbation.
Mom stood there rigidly, as if focusing all her attention on the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Even though the song was over, she remained standing in place, her breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps.
For over twenty years, she had lived raising her children while hiding her nature as a masochistic slave.
Si-woo knew from his recent experiences that no matter how intensely he violated her sexually, or how persistently he coaxed and pressured her, Mom was always ready to return to being "Mom" in front of him.
Even while she moaned during sex and reluctantly showed the face of a female as if she had no choice, she kept her mask as a mother hidden behind her, using it as a means to escape the guilt of her depravity.
What was Mom’s true heart?
How could he move beyond the mother-son relationship and truly live in a master-slave relationship with her?
Mom was the one who had desperately called him out, saying she had something to tell him, but it seemed Si-woo was the one who actually needed a deep conversation with her.
Si-woo suddenly stopped the hand that was stroking his penis.
A sudden stillness descended upon the karaoke room.
As Si-woo stopped his masturbation, Mom struggled to suppress her heaving shoulders, trying to calm herself down.
A strange tension stretched between them like a taut rope.
Si-woo was the only one who could break this peculiar atmosphere currently flowing through the room.
"Mom, by the way... the clothes you're wearing now... they aren't what you were wearing this morning, are they?"
Si-woo spoke to her, his tone sounding as if he were picking a fight.
"Oh? Yeah... uh... well... this is... Se... Se-hee..."
Perhaps she hadn't expected him to start a conversation about such a mundane topic right after he stopped his unfinished masturbation, because Mom stammered her response, sounding flustered.