Chapter 95: Side Story - Mother (16) ♥
Chapter 95: Side Story - Mother (16) ♥
Lee Seon-mi lay pinned beneath her son, a single thought echoing in her mind: How did things ever come to this?
Fortunately, her face was hidden from him, so he couldn't see the momentary contortion of her features. Still, fearing he might notice at any second, she quickly composed her expression.
Being ravished by her son, having sex with her son—it was all more than enough to shatter her mind and lead her into madness.
To protect her psyche, which she considered fragile, she felt a desperate need to convince herself that she was enjoying this relationship. But as anyone could see, that was easier said than done.
This went beyond merely disregarding the sacred bonds of family; it was an act of total destruction. To provoke her son until he was driven into a state of permanent heat was clearly not the behavior of a proper parent.
Yet, she told herself it was necessary to save him. She had willingly chosen to shoulder this infamy, but…
Now, a sudden wave of regret washed over her. Was this truly the right choice? Before she could even dwell on that regret, however—
"Nngh, ah…!"
She felt her son’s cock gouging deep inside her. She gritted her teeth to stifle the lewd moans escaping her lips, but her son’s hips continued to grind.
Skin met skin. His flesh pressed against her pale, exposed body. With every movement, the slick pussy juice made a wanton, wet sound, mingling with the rhythmic slapping of their bodies.
It sounded like a hand striking a cheek, or perhaps, if one lost themselves in the rhythm, like the crashing of waves. Fittingly, Lee Seon-mi felt a searing stimulation blooming in her long-dormant pussy.
The shape is…
Desperately clinging to her fading consciousness, she pulled his head into an embrace so he couldn't see her face. Her son, breathing raggedly against his mother’s ear, moved his hips repeatedly as if possessed.
Amidst the squelching sounds, his cock scraped against the walls of her vagina over and over.
Pushing past every erogenous zone beneath her abdomen, his cock finally came to a halt against her cervix with a dull thud. As she barely suppressed a gasp, her son’s body trembled slightly as he smeared his semen deep inside her.
The chance of pregnancy was, of course, high. Even as the thought of emergency contraceptives crossed her mind, she spread her legs wider, feeling her son’s pubic bone battering against her thighs.
She wrapped her ankles and calves around his waist.
She rhythmically tightened and relaxed her internal muscles to match his movements. But that wasn't all she had to do.
She had to keep her wits about her. To ensure her reason wasn't swept away, she needed to wait until he fell asleep after they were finished, then go out and buy the morning-after pill. If she succumbed to the exhaustion and fell asleep with him, it would lead straight to catastrophe.
However, as she moaned at the hollow sensation that followed every time he filled her and then pulled back, she worried if she could actually manage it. I’d rather…
I have to stimulate him more and make him ejaculate sooner. I need him to be satisfied so he falls asleep first.
Steeling her resolve, Lee Seon-mi opened her mouth.
"My son…"
Her voice trailed off into a slur despite herself. As if reacting to her voice, she felt his cock twitch violently inside her at the words whispered in his ear. In that instant, her carefully laid plan faltered.
A dizzying wave of pleasure surged through her body, making her mind reel.
Goosebumps broke out over her skin, and a chilling excitement crawled from her pussy up her spine to her brain. It felt as if her scalp were turning cold, a primal shudder running through her very marrow.
"Hiiut!" A pathetic, feminine sound escaped her. Startled by her own voice, she tried to cover her mouth, but her son seemed even more aroused. He exhaled hot, ragged breaths against her neck and began to shower it with frantic kisses.
They were deep, sucking kisses that would surely leave marks. She knew she should stop him, but Lee Seon-mi couldn't find the strength.
Even maintaining consciousness was becoming an agonizing struggle. She fought to keep her eyes from rolling back, suppressing the urge to hide behind her eyelids, as a breath heavy with lust escaped her lungs.
The fit is… absolutely perfect.
His cock, which did more than just fill her—it stimulated her in just the right way—was so magnificent it felt as if she might faint.
In terms of size and hardness, it left nothing to be desired. Even the girth was perfect—not too large to be painful, yet thick enough to feel imposing. It brought her an immense amount of pleasure.
It felt incredible, touching every sensitive spot from top to bottom.
In the midst of it all, she realized it felt even larger than her husband’s, whose memory was now a faint blur.
The shape was similar, yet there was a subtle, undeniable difference. That realization sent a wave of unbearable guilt through her, along with a surge of excitement.
"Does it… feel good?"
No answer came to her question. It only resulted in his clumsy hip movements becoming even faster.
And that speed possessed enough power to make her vision flash white for a moment. As she barely held back a leaking gasp, her son gripped her waist, pressing his body so tightly against her that her breasts were crushed flat.
"Mom," he called out, his voice filled with a desperate yearning. He lifted his head. What he wanted was clear: a kiss.
But for some reason, a faint sense of rejection flared up inside her. She had already kissed her son several times, so why now?
The reason was obvious. A realization flashed through her mind: if she kissed him like this, she would truly become nothing more than his female.
However, looking at his approaching face, she found it impossible to refuse.
She had never been good at expressing affection, and she had raised him strictly, believing that was how a mother should be.
But she cherished her family deeply.
It wasn't just a rational judgment that Lee Seon-mi the mother found her value in her family rather than Lee Seon-mi the ballerina.
She had spent her life working toward her position as a ballerina with nothing but her meager talent and good looks, and it was upon that foundation that she had secured her love and her family.
To her, the family she had gained was the gift of a lifetime and the reward for all her efforts.
That was why she had tried to stop Kang Yu-dam when she said she wanted to quit ballet, despite her own stern attitude and the girl's contempt.
That was why she had eventually let her eldest daughter go through tears. Why she didn't hate her, but supported her and sought reconciliation.
It was all because she cherished them. She had accepted that her "best" wasn't always the best for them and chose to respect her daughter’s will.
She had acknowledged that her daughter was smarter and wiser than her own petty thoughts, and she had gracefully let the fledgling leave the nest.
As this showed, her self-esteem was actually quite low.
It was the same now. She knew this method, this solution, wasn't the best. But she lacked the confidence that she could think of a better way to save her son before he suffered a fatal accident or became disabled.
Above all, she knew the pain of being unable to do what one loved due to an injury.
She wanted to save him before that happened. She wanted to help him so he could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Even if it meant violating the laws of nature, even if her son viewed his mother as nothing more than a sexual outlet.
Even if her self-respect was completely trampled and she became nothing more than a convenient sex partner for him.
She simply, purely, wanted to save her son. Thus, she suppressed all the rising loathing and self-deprecation and focused on her pussy.
Her vagina—smeared with semen, overflowing with arousal, and soaking wet in direct opposition to her internal conflict—was violently welcoming the child who had once been born from within it.
Did it feel bad? No. Though her son was clumsy, he was working hard, driven by overflowing stamina and a twisted but clear sense of filial piety toward his mother.
He wasn't just moving for his own pleasure. It was quite the opposite.
He was already feeling plenty of pleasure, so he was varying his movements and learning in real-time how to make his mother feel good.
[Current Action: Exploring erogenous zones through reactions to stimulation applied to the mother, Lee Seon-mi’s vagina.]
[Advice: Cooperate to maximize the pleasure of mother-son incest!]
He really does seem to be enjoying himself, she thought, her vision blurring and then returning as she gasped for air, his glans battering her cervix once more.
"My… son…!"
There was no reply, only his cock twitching and leaking pre-cum. The twitching inside her was a stimulation in itself, and she reacted sensitively, her lips trembling.
"Mom… likes it when you… ah, scrape… the bottom of the cervix…!"
The words were barely forced out between ragged gasps. Her breathing was harsh and unrefined, sounding almost like a sob.
Her son, who had lowered his head after sensing her hesitation to kiss, looked up again and met her eyes.
His expression…
She saw it then. Even though his face was heavily distorted by lust, his love for his mother was still clearly visible. Despite the permanent heat imposed upon him, his face showed traces of self-loathing, guilt, and a sense of depravity.
She saw her son trying his best to cherish his mother. Seeing him so breathtakingly lovely, she was momentarily speechless.
Then, she saw her own face reflected in his eyes.
I… look like I’m enjoying it.
Lee Seon-mi’s expression was melting with lust.
Her eyes were unfocused and hazy as she chased the pleasure; her cheeks were flushed bright red; a few tears escaped her eyes; her lips were parted. Her lips, exuding a thick sensuality as she panted, were open, and her tongue was peeking out as if to welcome his kiss.
It was proof that her intentions were working, and a sign that her pussy—which hadn't been used in so long—was in as good a condition as if it were brand new.
Thank goodness.
She was relieved that he hadn't noticed the momentary disgust she had felt. So, she closed her eyes tightly and tightened her pussy as she felt his lips overlap hers.
She squeezed him tight, as if refusing to let go of the cock buried to the root. In response to that pressure, her son extended his tongue to meet hers.
Their two tongues, slick with saliva, moved against each other with a loud, wet sound.
Licking each other’s tongues, they moved frantically within the narrow space of their mouths. Tasting her son, the mother felt her uterus rising.
I’m… getting excited too.
While her pussy, fully prepared to receive him, tightened convulsively, she spread her legs wider. She felt him trying to scrape the erogenous zones revealed by his cock buried at her deepest point.
He didn't hit the mark immediately, but soon, he found it.
A moan escaped through her son’s mouth. His glans began to ruthlessly scrape against her cervix. She tried not to scream, but her cries of pleasure echoed through his mouth. Matching the vibrating sensation, he kept himself buried as deep as possible while subtly moving his hips as if hollowing her out from the inside.
And so, for the first time in a very long time, Lee Seon-mi reached a climax.
Her back arched. Her body jerked as if trying to escape the pleasure that spread like a searing white pain, but pinned beneath her son, there was no escape.
Her toes curled, and her hands balled into fists, trembling. Her wrists, which he had grabbed at some point, turned white under his grip.
I’m going. I’m going. I’m going!
Deprived of speech, action, and even breath, the moment he claimed her insides as if asserting they were now his, the sensation of a foreign object vanished.
Tears welled up and spilled over, and her body’s trembling ceased. She was met with a violent orgasm that bleached her mind white.
The sweat on her body mingled with his. Beneath their touching navels, a faint, almost imperceptible sensation of fullness stirred in her womb for the first time in years.
…Ah, he’s cumming.
It was an internal ejaculation. And it was a deep one, as if he were determined to get her pregnant.
Her mind, which had been too clouded to see even an inch ahead, began to clear.
[Number of ejaculations caused by Mother: 27]
[Son, Kang Yu-jin, ejaculating into Mother, Lee Seon-mi, 100 times: 27/100]
Only then did Lee Seon-mi confirm another ejaculation. Along with the sense of loss as his lips pulled away, she felt his cock—which had filled her so completely it felt hollow now—sliding out.
Lying obscenely on the bed like a frog awaiting dissection, she watched her son looking down at her.
It was a chilling sensation. Her skin suddenly felt cold. Lying there, she shivered at even the slightest draft against her skin as she savored the afterglow of her climax.
"…It felt… good."
She had never experienced a climax like this. It was a bout of lovemaking far more intense than anything she had shared with her late husband.
It was an act of affection that even the most passionate lovers would hesitate to perform, something she had never imagined sharing with her son.
As she faced the aftermath head-on, she realized the emotion she was feeling was close to regret.
Regret that he wasn't doing more. Regret for all the time they had spent not doing this.
Feeling the semen welling up and dripping out of her, she moved her trembling arms to touch her own pussy.
"My son… must have felt really good…?"
The amount of semen was extraordinary. She thought that if the quest were based on the volume of ejaculation rather than the count, it would surely have been completed by now.
Her waist was weak, and she couldn't move. Her legs had no strength. While her attempts to sit up proved futile, she looked up at her son’s face.
[Number of erections caused by Mother: 78]
Without a word, her son leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Engaging in a sticky kiss that a mother and son should never share, he used his tongue to coax her into sticking hers out with a lewd expression—a son who was both good and bad at the same time.
She kissed him as if possessed, surrendering her body to his touch. Soon, she was turned over, her hips pushed high into the air.
His hands kneaded her breasts like dough. The sensation of his hands digging into her flesh felt so good that she wiggled her hips, only to feel his cock already pressing against her pussy.
Contraception…
The thought didn't last. Lee Seon-mi soon began to move her hips in time with her son’s movements.
Irresponsibly, she simply surrendered her body to the pleasure of the moment.
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[Number of erections caused by Mother: 86]
[Number of ejaculations caused by Mother: 35]
[Son, Kang Yu-jin, ejaculating into Mother, Lee Seon-mi, 100 times: 35/100]