Chapter 437 (Mom) (The Way Home, Alleyway, Residential Area)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 437 (Mom) (The Way Home, Alleyway, Residential Area)
Si-woo wrapped his arms around his mother’s thighs, pinning her in place to suppress her movements.
“Slurp, schlop, slurp...”
He relentlessly pursued her clitoris, sweeping over it with his tongue.
His mother’s pelvis, pushed back against the wall, had no room left to escape. It writhed and bucked futilely in place.
Caught helplessly by Si-woo, she could only endure as he continued to suck on her clitoris even after she had reached her climax.
“Haah... Haa-ah... Haaah...”
As if realizing that any form of resistance was useless, she let the strength drain from the arms that had been trying to push Si-woo’s head away.
Then, she crossed her arms in front of her face, which was still covered by a mask.
In the darkness, and with the mask on, there was no way her facial expression could be seen.
Yet, as if determined not to let her son see the lewd and unrestrained expression of a female slave, she kept her face hidden behind her crossed arms.
Si-woo continued to lick her clitoris and the surrounding flesh with obsession until every bit of tension and rigidity left her body.
Perhaps because she had already experienced having her clitoris sucked by him several times, she seemed to know what he wanted without him having to say a word.
As if offering up her entire being as a sacrifice, she thrust her pelvis forward and relaxed her whole body, accepting his persistent and stubborn oral service.
Occasionally, the muscles around her groin would contract uncontrollably, causing her body to twitch and jerk violently.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Every time that happened, Si-woo would curl his finger and flick the flesh of her thigh near her groin.
It was a warning, as if to say the punishment of being flicked on the clitoris was still on the table...
Finally, when the tremors subsided and he felt her body go completely limp, Si-woo pulled his tongue away from her clitoris.
“Hauuuu...”
The moment Si-woo’s tongue left her, his mother let out a long, ragged breath she had been holding.
Soon, a tremor washed over her entire body.
Si-woo waited for her shaking to calm down.
Once the trembling subsided, he leaned down, lifted one of her feet, and pulled off the bikini swimsuit bottoms that were hanging around her ankle.
Setting her leg back down, he used the swimsuit bottoms to wipe away the moisture clinging to her inner thighs.
The small scrap of fabric was soon soaked with slick fluids.
Si-woo took the two leg holes of the swimsuit bottoms, overlapped them, and rolled them up until they formed a single elastic ring.
“Seon-mi! Lift it up!”
Si-woo commanded, tapping one of her thighs with his palm.
“Yes... Yes...”
At his command, she immediately lifted the leg he had touched into the air.
Si-woo lined up the hole of the rolled-up swimsuit with her lifted toes.
He slowly slid the rolled-up panties onto her slender leg.
The scrap of fabric rolled up her calf.
The small piece of cloth soon passed her knee and reached the lower part of her thigh.
The thin fabric came to rest on the flesh of her lower thigh, right where it began to widen.
Si-woo carefully spread the small, damp piece of fabric over her flesh like an ornament.
He then picked up the cardigan from the ground and draped it over her shoulders.
This time, he guided her arms into the sleeves, making her wear it properly.
He reached down and felt the flesh of her thighs.
With her arms in the sleeves, the hem of the cardigan felt even shorter than when it was just draped over her shoulders.
The hem of the cardigan hung barely ten centimeters below the point of the inverted triangle of her groin.
Si-woo slightly lifted the hem of her cardigan and pressed his fingers against her fissure.
After rubbing against the slit as if to pry it open, he curled his fingers and pushed them into her opening.
About two knuckles of his fingers were buried inside her pussy hole.
In that state, Si-woo stepped closer, pressing his body firmly against hers.
His massive penis, erect inside his clothes, pressed against her pelvis and hip.
“From now on, when I tell you to wear panties, wear them like this unless I say otherwise! Whether at home or going out! Got it?”
Si-woo whispered the command into her ear, wiggling his fingers inside her fissure.
“Yes... like this... haah... I’ll wear them like that... whether at home... or going out.”
She bowed her head shyly, answering in sync with the movement of his fingers.
Si-woo found her incredibly cute and lovely.
He felt a powerful urge to drag her somewhere right now and rape her.
“I really want to drag you to a motel right now and ram my cock into you until you faint, you know? But I’ll hold back for now because we’ll be late for dinner...”
“Instead, tonight... after Se-young is asleep, be ready. I won’t think of you as my mom then; I’m going to fuck you for real.”
Si-woo whispered as he pushed his middle finger all the way into her hole.
He was now speaking dirty talk to her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Hah... Yes... Yes... To... tonight... after Se-young is asleep... please... do that to me...”
She panted heavily, repeating his words as she answered.
A satisfied smile spread across Si-woo’s face at her response.
He scraped his nails against her vaginal wall as he withdrew his fingers.
The fingers he pulled out were coated in slick fluid.
“Now, Seon-mi, fix your clothes! Let’s go.”
Si-woo spoke as he wiped his wet fingers against her body.
He pulled the front of her open cardigan together.
“Yes...”
Only then did she answer. As if invisible bonds had been released, she used her arms—which had been spread wide—to pull her clothes together and check the hem of the cardigan.
Sensing how short the bottom had become, she shrank back and let out a deep breath, seemingly lost in thought.
* * *
Si-woo and his mother emerged from the alley and returned to the shopping street.
Under the bright lights of the shops, her lewd and captivating appearance was laid bare.
The red necklace that looked like a matching set with her outfit, and the red decorative band around her thigh.
The scraps of fabric inside the cardigan had already abandoned the areas they were supposed to cover and protect.
Her lewd attire was such that even the slightest movement would reveal the narrowing triangle of her groin or the cleavage of her breasts.
Feeling self-conscious about the shortened hem of the cardigan, she kept trying to pull the blue fabric down to cover her thighs.
Every time she did, the top of the cardigan would pull tight and gape open, revealing glimpses of her bikini top.
The fabric covering her buttocks was also precariously pulled tight.
The kiss marks etched on her flushed face and neck, and the skin of her buttocks stained red.
Her awkward movements as she tried to cover even a little more of her exposed flesh felt incredibly seductive and lewd.
Though more than half of her face was covered by the mask, it couldn't hide her beauty and raw sex appeal.
The hem of the cardigan, worn like a short miniskirt...
The cleavage that was exposed whenever she pulled the clothes down to hide her buttocks and groin...
Si-woo stood a few paces away, watching her.
Passersby would never imagine that the red scrap of fabric on her thigh was actually her rolled-up swimsuit bottoms.
Even if they caught a glimpse of it, would they ever be certain that she was engaging in such a perverted play?
Si-woo felt as if the gazes of the people landing on her body were being transmitted directly to him.
Every time someone’s eyes drifted toward the swimsuit panties on her thigh, she tensed up, her thigh muscles twitching as if worried someone might discover her perverted behavior.
Each time she reacted with a flinch, Si-woo felt a thrill of pleasure surge down his spine.
* * *
After leaving the shopping street and crossing the crosswalk at the main road, Si-woo and his mother finally entered the residential area near their home.
As they stepped onto the quiet residential street, she seemed to feel a bit relieved, catching the breath that had been ragged with tension.
Si-woo found it somewhat annoying and detestable that she was relaxing without his permission.
After confirming there was no one around, Si-woo stepped close to her.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, resting the hand holding the shopping basket on her buttocks over the cardigan.
Feeling his touch on her backside, she stiffened again, sensing that something was about to begin.