Dawn with Mother (3)
Closer to me than anyone else, yet farther away than anyone else. To me, Mother was that kind of person. Someone I could never lay a hand on, yet someone I could never be apart from. And to that mother, I ended up harboring special feelings. To put it nicely, it was first love. To put it another way, it was a distorted desire.
Adolescent love cannot be separated from sexual desire. That’s why I had to suppress my feelings for Mother—that warped lust. I endured it. I held back and held back again.
──Just how long would this torment continue?
One year. Two years. Three years. Even after graduating middle school. Even after graduating high school. Even after getting a girlfriend. Even after sleeping with every woman I could get my hands on, my desire for Mother refused to fade.
It was like an experiment. How long could a starving beast last with food dangling right in front of its eyes? That was the test.
My feelings for Mother gnawed away at my mind, drop by drop, until the water finally overflowed. In the end, I crossed the line.
I impulsively confessed my heart to her. I knew from the start it was wrong. But I couldn’t stop myself. Because I had fallen in love. Because those feelings wouldn’t disappear. I was no longer capable of rational judgment.
Still, I clung to the tiniest sliver of hope. After all, the affection Mother had shown me until then had been real. And so I… was brutally shattered.
Mother rejected me far more fiercely than I had imagined. It was the obvious outcome. The very upright character that made me fall in love with her meant she would never accept such an immoral relationship.
Yet a part of me still refused to accept that result. The final card left to that version of me was to force myself on her.
If I—who had made so many women cry—resembled Father to a disgusting degree, then maybe if Mother took me into her arms, her heart would change. That choice would have meant the total ruin of my life. It was a gamble staking everything I had.
On the night I made that decision, I ran. Before the madman I had become could cross that final line, I fled from Mother.
If it had only been my own life on the line, I might have gone through with it. But Mother’s life was at stake too. I couldn’t drag the woman who had raised me into the abyss.
So I ran. I cut off all contact and left home. After that, I slept with a different woman every single day, drifting from one girl’s place to the next. All while thinking of Mother.
It was hollow. No one could replace her.
Eventually even that garbage lifestyle hit its limit. In the end, I ran away into the military. After enduring that miserable service for a year, I finally regained some composure. The raging lust that had driven me insane grew quiet. I thought I had become a little more adult.
And with a calmed heart, I reunited with Mother.
“Sorry… Mom came too suddenly, didn’t she?”
Seeing her on the verge of tears, I realized it.
Ah. I’ll never be able to escape from Mother.
The Mother I met again was still breathtakingly beautiful. And once more, I fell for her.
“I don’t know!”
Completely naked in front of her son, legs spread wide. Mother covered her face with both hands instead of her pussy. Those pale thighs. That adorable navel. At the center of the triangle lay Mother’s cunt.
Her pubic hair sparkled like dew-kissed grass. Below it was a pussy that somehow combined purity and obscenity. Her fair outer lips were flushed pink from my earlier touches. Between the slightly parted folds, I could glimpse the vivid pink inner lips.
Even her pussy didn’t need to be this beautiful. Just how much did she need to make me fall for her before she’d be satisfied?
“It’s beautiful, Mother.”
“Uuu~~!!”
Thinking I was teasing her, Mother frantically shook her head. Every little movement was unbearably lovable. It drove me insane.
I brought my face close to her pussy. The warm steam rising from it brushed the tip of my nose. A lewd fragrance filled my lungs—the clean scent of soap right after her shower, the faint underlying smell of her skin, and the unmistakable aroma of a woman trying to seduce a man.
“Haa.”
A sigh of pure admiration escaped me. The moment my breath touched her, Mother’s pussy twitched visibly.
“C-Changjae? Ah──!!”
Ignoring her call, I dragged my tongue from bottom to top, tracing the line of her inner lips.
Her whole body jolted the instant my tongue made contact. I wrapped my arms around her thighs so she couldn’t escape. The soft, yielding texture of her cunt against my tongue. The slightly tart taste lingering on the tip. I etched it deep into my brain—this was the flavor of my own mother’s pussy.
“No no no, this is definitely wrong!”
Mother was making a huge fuss over a single lick. But I kept both her thighs locked in my grip.
“It’s okay, Mother.”
“Mom is so embarrassed she could die!”
“You won’t die, Mother.”
“I’m really, really going to—haaaang!?”
Slurp. Slurp. Instead of answering, I kept working my tongue. Mother reacted so strongly to every lick that it was almost funny.
“Changjae, Changjae, please… haaauu…~!”
She kept calling my name desperately, but I remained silent, diligently licking her cunt. Those soft outer lips felt like a baby’s chubby cheeks. The texture against my tongue was like licking smooth pudding.
“Aah… aaaaaah… I don’t know… I don’t knooow…”
Even more moisture seeped from her already wet pussy. It wasn’t the same as her vaginal juices—this was a fresh, sweat-like nectar welling up from the front.
Like a parched desert traveler drinking from an oasis, I lapped greedily at her cunt.
“Haa… aah… aang…”
Her voice, once flustered and confused, gradually melted into something unmistakably lewd. I varied my technique—rubbing her with my lips, gently sucking on her labia—continuing the caress with every trick I knew.
“Ungh! Unnghh!”
Mother was climbing higher and higher. I decided it was time to target the most sensitive spots. Holding her thighs open with both hands, I spread her pussy and pressed my tongue against the delicate flesh inside her pink inner lips.
“Ahaang!”
Her voice shot up an octave. I carefully controlled my strength, licking gently so the pleasure wouldn’t overwhelm her too quickly.
“Aaaaaah… agh!”
Slurp, slurp. Slurp, slurp. Every time her ecstatic voice rang out, my own heart filled with satisfaction.
“Agh… Changjae… Changjaee…!”
Mother’s hand landed on my head. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to push me away or pull me closer. Just the trembling uncertainty of her fingers told me how lost she was in confusion.
It strangely felt like praise. Like she was stroking my hair and telling me I was doing a good job. Even though what I was actually doing was completely outrageous.
“Aghuuuung──!!”
My persistent licking finally brought Mother to her first orgasm. Her spread legs opened even wider as her hips bucked violently toward the ceiling. People call this “arching like a bow,” right? It wasn’t literally bent like a bow, but the sensation she felt must have been similar.
I pulled my mouth away for a moment and simply watched her ride out her climax. The sight was like a work of art. Being able to bring a woman this much pleasure as a man was magnificent. And if that woman was Mother, there could be no greater honor.
The ecstasy that filled my chest was even stronger than the pleasure she felt.
“Aah… haaah…”
Mother finally began to calm down. Her raised hips sank back onto the mattress. Her eyes were unfocused, and she was breathing hard, exhausted. Even that decadent, ruined expression was beautiful on her.
“Mother.”
When I moved closer again, she flinched and quickly covered her crotch.
“Uuu~~!!”
Then she glared at me with resentful eyes. I gave a bitter smile. It felt strange that even her sulking looked adorable to me.
“Mother, did it not feel good?”
“I-I don’t know! I’m not doing this with you anymore, Changjae!”
She seemed genuinely upset. She closed her legs like a mermaid and turned her face away.
“That won’t do. Please give me one more chance, Mother.”
I tried to spread her legs again, but she twisted her body to shake me off.
“No! Absolutely not!”
“Then I’ll just lick somewhere else.”
I gently lifted one of her feet.
“Mother, even your toes are pretty.”
“W-what are you planning to do?”
Instead of answering, I showed her. I extended my tongue and gave her big toe a long, deliberate lick.
“Kyaa?!”
She yanked her leg back in shock, staring at me with disbelief.
“Don’t! Stop! It’s dirty!”
“You just showered, didn’t you? It’s not dirty at all.”
“T-that’s not the point…!”
It wouldn’t have mattered even if she hadn’t washed. If it was Mother’s body, I could lick any part of it.
“All the young couples do this these days.”
“Mom isn’t part of some young couple!”
She was plenty young, though.
“Just leave everything to me. I’ll make you feel good.”
“Aah!”
I pulled her leg again. She tried to free the foot I had captured, but it was useless. She had never been strong, and having just orgasmed, she had no power left.
“Ah! Changjae! No! That place is dirty! Aah…!”
There was a twisted pleasure in forcing pleasure on her while she protested. Maybe the beast inside me that had once tried to take her by force was still lurking there.
“E-even a place like that… ah…!”
I licked every inch of her body until the word “no” stopped leaving her lips.
“Ah, no… no, Changjae… that place, really… aah…!”
The enjoyable day with Mother had only just begun.