Chapter 425 (Mom)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 425 (Mom)
Did Mom even realize she had the face of a seductive female as she licked Si-woo’s cock with her tongue?
Si-woo used his smartphone camera to capture his mother’s face as she sucked his cock into her mouth.
Click, click, click!
A look in her eyes and an expression he had never seen before were captured on Si-woo’s screen.
Mom used her tongue to lick every corner of the filth clinging to Si-woo’s shaft.
She leaned forward, using her tongue to lick all the way down to the base of his penis.
Si-woo’s cock, now half-flaccid, poked at the back of her throat, but Mom didn't seem to mind. She extended her tongue as far as it would go to wipe his penis clean.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp!"
Mom gathered the filth she had licked up into the back of her throat and swallowed it down along with his penis.
A dizzying sensation, as if he were being squeezed dry, suddenly radiated from the sensitive flesh at the tip of Si-woo’s glans.
"Hngh!"
At the sharp, breathtaking pleasure created inside his mother’s throat, Si-woo leaned his upper body forward and let out a groan.
With Si-woo’s glans still held deep in her throat, Mom rolled her wet tongue several more times, licking the filth from the base of his cock.
"Slurp! Schloooop!"
Then, she pursed her lips tightly around the circumference of Si-woo’s shaft and pulled her head back, sucking hard as if trying to inhale it.
Mom’s plump lips clung to him without a single gap, removing every trace of filth from his shaft.
From the base to the tip of the glans, Si-woo’s cock had been cleaned by his mother’s mouth as if by a vacuum.
The moisture remaining on the shaft met the outside air, cooling the penis down.
After being safely protected inside his mother’s hot mouth, Si-woo’s cock felt as if it had been suddenly cast out into the world.
Without any covering or protection, Si-woo’s cock remained exposed, surrounded by the cold air, the dizzying lights, and the muffled noise.
Had the post-ejaculation emptiness and reality finally set in?
After his cock slipped out of his mother’s mouth, Si-woo felt a strange, awkward sensation, as if he had become a newborn.
For some reason, a surge of guilt and shameful thoughts washed over him. Si-woo pulled his waist back and avoided eye contact with his mother.
Did Mom sense what Si-woo was feeling from his awkward gaze and unnatural movements?
She grabbed Si-woo’s thighs as he tried to back away and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his scrotum.
Mom took Si-woo’s balls fully into her mouth and carefully rolled them around with her tongue.
She looked up at Si-woo with a tender, warm gaze, as if trying to calm and soothe her anxious son’s heart.
In his mother’s bold, lewd actions and her gaze, Si-woo felt the warmth and familiarity of maternal affection for the first time in a long while.
It felt as if the mother he had longed for and missed so much after she left home with Se-young had finally returned to his side.
Having finished both his ejaculation and a satisfying urination, Si-woo felt as if he had poured everything out.
The despair, anxiety, and guilt that had cast a shadow deep inside Si-woo’s empty chest seemed to be washed away by the merciful and dignified presence of his mother.
Si-woo met his mother’s eyes again and placed his hand on top of her head.
As Mom moved her neck, jaw, tongue, and lips to suck his balls, Si-woo gently stroked her hair in time with her movements.
Stroking the head of the woman who was both his slave and his mother, Si-woo felt a sense of ecstasy and liberation.
As his mother sucked his balls, Si-woo’s cock began to grow fully erect once again.
However, he didn't feel an urgent desire to shove his cock back inside his mother’s body or to violate and torment her right away.
Mom’s hands, which had been holding Si-woo’s thighs, dropped down and rested on the floor in front of her knees.
Mom looked into Si-woo’s eyes and meticulously licked his balls until she felt it was enough.
The air in the room and the dim lighting, which had felt stifling until just a moment ago, now seemed to have turned refreshing.
From the corridor outside the room, the intermittent sounds of female students' voices still reached Si-woo’s ears.
In the sense of reality he had finally regained, Si-woo no longer tried to look around nervously, shrink back, or hide.
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After cleaning all the filth from Si-woo’s body, Mom pulled her mouth away.
As soon as she did, Si-woo sat back, almost collapsing into his seat.
When Si-woo sat in the chair, Mom also returned to the corner where she had originally been sitting.
After catching his breath for a moment, Si-woo managed his erect cock and straightened his clothes.
As he adjusted his clothes, Si-woo stole a glance at his mother sitting beside him.
Mom was sitting with her legs pulled up onto the chair, hugging her knees with her arms.
Her face and hair were still soaked with Si-woo’s urine.
Between her groin and thighs, the damp traces of the filth that had flowed down still remained.
The seductive and bold expression Mom had shown while sucking Si-woo’s cock and balls was nowhere to be found on her face.
"Aren't we going to get reported later for leaving the place like this?"
Si-woo spoke to his mother while looking at the drops of urine on the tiled floor.
He didn't seem particularly worried, but he struck up a conversation with her anyway, acting a bit nonchalant.
"T-that’s why I told you! I said the floor would get dirty! The smell won't go away easily either! What if customers come in right after we leave?!"
Mom replied to Si-woo as if she had snapped out of the immersive play.
Hearing his mother grumble with her usual nagging, Si-woo felt a strange sense of welcome and relief.
"I saw a mop in the bathroom, I should go get it and wipe this up. Just wait a bit!"
Si-woo spoke, remembering the mop he had glimpsed in the cleaning supply closet in the bathroom.
Right after speaking, Si-woo put on his bag and stood up.
"Si... Si-woo... if there’s any toilet paper or wet wipes... please..."
Mom called out to Si-woo urgently as he approached the door.
Naturally, she wanted to wipe away the traces of ejaculation and filth on her body before going home...
"Yeah, okay. I’ll grab some while I’m getting the mop. Just toilet paper and wet wipes, right?"
Before he knew it, Si-woo was speaking to her as if they had returned to being mother and son.
"A-and, um... Se-hee’s T-shirt too... I... I have to go home now."
Mom asked Si-woo for Se-hee Noona’s apricot-colored T-shirt, her voice trailing off cautiously.
It seemed Mom didn't think Si-woo had actually thrown away the clothes she had been wearing.
She likely thought Si-woo had hidden the clothes he took off her somewhere and was just teasing her...
"Oh, that? I really threw it away."
Si-woo delivered the embarrassing truth to his mother once again in a casual tone.
"What?!"
Mom reacted to Si-woo’s words in shock.
Looking at her expression, she didn't seem to fully believe Si-woo’s claim that he had thrown the clothes away yet.
"How can you say that?! How is Mom supposed to go home?! Stop joking and bring it here quickly!"
Mom spoke to Si-woo with a hint of irritation in her voice.
Even though she had been showing absolute obedience to Si-woo just a few minutes ago...
"I’m serious. Why don't you believe me? Besides, I have no intention of sending Mom home properly dressed, so why are you getting ahead of yourself?"
Si-woo spoke to her with an overbearing tone again, perhaps because Mom’s attitude was slightly bothering him.
"W-what did you say?!"
Mom’s face stiffened for a moment, looking flustered and appalled.
"Didn't you hear me? While you're going home, Seon-mi, you! I’m not letting you wear clothes!"
Si-woo conveyed his will firmly with a soft voice but a high-handed posture.
Si-woo spoke slowly and clearly, addressing his mother by her name.
Mom’s stiff expression and gaze slowly clouded over with despair.
"H-how could you? And... how long are you going to keep this up? Oh, honestly...!"
Mom lowered her head and muttered her complaints in a tiny voice.
Si-woo picked up his smartphone and adjusted the vibrator's intensity as if to punish her.
Bzzzzzzzzzt!
A slightly increased vibration echoed from his mother’s groin.
"Haaah!"
Mom let out a startled sound.
"I’m the one who decides that! Anyway, just deal with it!"
Si-woo spoke as if heartlessly brushing off his mother’s complaints and stepped out of the room.
This time, just like before, Si-woo left the door halfway open.
It felt as if the shame and humiliation Mom would feel, along with her worry and anxiety about what was to come, were being transmitted to Si-woo through that open door.