Filial Piety (8): The Most Arousing Position Siwoo Demanded
Kim Chae-eun hesitated for just a moment before thrusting her ass high into the air and pressing her upper body flat against the floor. Her breasts squashed against the ground and spread out to the sides. With one hand, she spread her cheeks wide; with the other, she flashed a V-sign. Her pussy, drenched in arousal, and her gaping asshole—its pink insides fully visible—were obscenely exposed right at the camera lens.
"Haah... haah...♥" She turned her head, staring dreamily into the camera as she spoke in a voice utterly crushed by pleasure.
"Ah, h-hello... I'm Siwoo's mom... Kim Chae-eun...♥"
"That's it?"
At my question, Chae-eun bit her lower lip and continued in a moan-laced whimper.
"I'm... addicted to my son's cock..."
"Dick."
"Addicted to my son's dick... a lewd bitch of a mom...♥ Just moments ago, my womb was stuffed swollen full of my son's cum♥"
I smirked while recording her, then asked, "What about Dad?"
"Th-that man..." A faint flicker of guilt and sadness mixed in Chae-eun's eyes. We'd never shared any physical intimacy, but that didn't mean there'd been no love. Still... She glanced at the wedding ring on her left ring finger, then at my face. Finally, her gaze settled on my now crystal-clear dick. And she let out a small laugh.
"Never met a man like that... His dick was probably smaller than yours, Siwoo. Right? Can't even remember anymore."
She shook her ass side to side with a nasal hum. "Mom only has you now, Siwoo♥"
"Hmm. Just words?"
Chae-eun didn't hesitate any longer. She slipped the wedding ring off her finger. She started to toss it to the floor but paused. For a split second, I felt disappointed, like she couldn't let go—but then what happened next had me bursting into laughter.
"Look closely, Siwoo...♥"
She carefully set the ring on the floor, then positioned her ass right over it. On all fours like a dog, she lifted one leg and tensed her bladder. And then—splaaaash—a lewd gushing sound as a powerful stream of piss erupted from her urethra, soaking the floor and the wedding ring atop it.
"Something like this is trash not even worth my piss♥"
I grinned in satisfaction. Knowing it was all being recorded, there was no need to worry anymore. I checked my phone for a moment. Her ethics, morals, and self-control—which hadn't dipped below 5%—had all hit 0%. She was completely broken. Or maybe... this was just the beginning.
Her piss stream tapered off. A puddle formed on the floor, the wedding ring floating in the middle. Chae-eun panted heavily. The scene captured on camera was vulgarly, viciously obscene.
"Yeah. Mom's all mine now."
I nodded and hit the end recording button.
"Good girl, Mom. Clean up nice and come out."
"Got it, Siwoo...♥" As she grabbed the doorknob, she added, "Ah, but I'll wear the ring anyway. It's hotter that way."
I let out a dry chuckle. Guess I just wanted to steal away Kim Chae-eun the wife and mom, not just the mindless bitch version.
*
It was late morning, almost lunchtime. Seo-yoon shuffled into the living room with a massive yawn. Da-yeon, looking all tousled, plopped at the table and rubbed her eyes.
"Da-yeon, go wash your hands first."
"Ugh..."
She grumbled and staggered back to the bathroom.
Chae-eun— who, until moments ago, had been on all fours in my room pissing all over her wedding ring like a dog—now stood primly in her apron, stirring soup in the kitchen. But I could see it clear as day: every time she moved her arms to stir, her stiff nipples poked through the thin t-shirt fabric, braless and unyielding.
"Come on, everyone eat up. Siwoo, you too—sit down."
The family gathered around the table. Chae-eun sat right across from me, naturally. She tried for a demure smile, but her hazy, unfocused eyes and flushed cheeks gave her away.
I picked up my chopsticks casually, but under the table, I slid my foot over and tapped her knee.
Chae-eun kept up the act on the surface. "Da-yeon, eat your veggies too."
"Don't like stir-fried eggplant..."
"Seo-yoon, no picking out the beans."
She nagged her picky daughters like any normal mom—but at my signal, she stealthily spread her legs. My toes crept higher, probing her inner thighs. Slide—squelch—and soon they brushed her pussy.
"Ah...!"
A short moan escaped her as she ducked her head.
"Mom? You okay? Hurt somewhere?"
Da-yeon looked puzzled, but Chae-eun shook her head, face beet red.
"N-no, I just bit my tongue."
She barely managed the excuse and shot me a glance. With her lust levels reset high, she was back in heat. Barely holding it together, my toes alone had her on the verge of climax. She clamped my foot tight between her thighs and started wiggling her ass for friction.
Sliiiide, sliiiide—squelch.
Up top, Seo-yoon was ranting about her work-from-home stress and the endless emails—but Chae-eun just nodded mechanically. Her mind was entirely on the toes rubbing her pussy under the table.
Pretending to sip her soup, she let out a thin whine. "Haah... haaah... The soup's a bit hot, huh? Right, Siwoo♥?"
Her eyes were already melting in ecstasy. The thrill of pulling this lewd shit right in front of her family, with her own son, only turned her on more.
Finally, she "accidentally" dropped her chopsticks. "Oops."
With an awkward smile, she ducked under the table—and stuck out her tongue to lovingly lick my toes, slick with her own juices.
*
After the meal, Seo-yoon retreated to her room for a video call, and Da-yeon sprawled on the sofa flipping on the TV. Chae-eun finished the dishes and prepped to hang laundry in the backyard.
"Siwoo, the laundry basket's too heavy for Mom... Can you help?"
At her call, I got up from the living room. The moment the back door clicked shut, she flung the basket aside and threw herself into my arms.
"Haaaang♥ Siwoo! Thought I was gonna die under the table... Pussy kept leaking, scared it'd drip on the floor...♥"
She shoved her hands under my t-shirt, kneading my chest and nuzzling my face.
"Mom, what if someone sees? Hold it in a bit."
"Can't... If Mom doesn't get Siwoo's dick soon, I'll go crazy... Please, just once here...♥ Pretty please?"
She hiked up her own skirt, bit the hem in her teeth, turned her ass my way, and bent over. Her pussy—which I'd only seen in dim rooms before—glistened in broad daylight, utterly soaked and sloppy.
"Haah, haah... Siwoo, shove it in quick...♥ Do your filial duty♥"
I chuckled softly. "Filial duty, huh."
I gripped her waist hard with both hands and slammed my dick into her dripping pussy in one go.
Squiiiish—!!
"Aaaaaang♥"
Walled yard or not, it was outdoors. Chae-eun clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her scream as best she could. The razor-edge tension of someone peeking out a window any second fueled us as we fucked like beasts.
Chae-eun braced against the wall, slamming her ass back to match me. Plap! Plap! Squelch, squelch!
"Hngggg! So tiiiight♥ Daughters right inside... and Mom's out here creaming on her son's dick! Haaaaang♥"
With her ethics, morals, and self-control locked at 0%, the stimulation pushed her over the edge. Just one deep thrust and her eyes rolled back, whites showing as she came hard. Her pussy walls twisted and milked my dick, and the outdoor thrill had me blowing my load quick too.
We kept going for ages.
"Hng... Son's cum fills Mom's belly so nice♥"
She kissed my cheek and casually fixed her sweaty bangs like nothing happened. But her walk back inside was subtly bow-legged, and a trail of our mixed fluids dripped from under her skirt to the floor.
*
After that lewd day, post-dinner: Seo-yoon grumbled about her mountain of overtime and vanished into her room. Da-yeon passed out splayed on the air-conditioner-less living room floor. Chae-eun folded laundry in the corner.
I sneaked up behind her. "Mom, your shoulders look tense. Want me to massage 'em?"
Her body shivered visibly at the offer. She glanced at sleeping Da-yeon and smiled. The risk of her daughter catching us? Trivial compared to the pleasure I gave her.
"Sure... Let's see my boy's massage skills?"
I reached out and gripped her shoulders. Her body heat seeped through the sweat-damp t-shirt—unnaturally scorching. Pretending to knead, I slid my hands down, blatantly groping the sides of her tits through her armpits. Her breath shattered instantly.
"Hng... haaa...♥ Siwoo... Da-yeon's sleeping right there...♥"
Her words tried to protest, but her face and body begged for rougher touches.
"What if she wakes up?"
I teased. Chae-eun smiled faintly.
"Then I'd tell her...♥ Truth is, Mom's your personal bitch now—dripping pussy, hanging off your hands♥"
Perfect answer. I roughly grabbed one tit with one hand, leaned in, and bit her nape hard.
"Ng! Ah, aaaang♥"
She bit her own hand to muffle the scream. With her youngest daughter asleep right beside us, that ultimate taboo only aroused her more.
Soon, Chae-eun hiked up her own t-shirt hem and thrust her tits forward for easy access to her rock-hard nipples. I kneaded them as I whispered low.
"Show me your pussy too, Mom."
No point hesitating after baring her tits. Entranced, she lifted her skirt. No panties—her pussy was a sopping mess, already soaking the living room floor where her thighs met. She spread her legs wide, fingers prying her hole open as she cooed.
"Haah... haah... Siwoo... look... Mom's pussy... trembling 'cause it wants your dick so bad...♥"
To Chae-eun now, the rest of the family were just toys to heighten the thrill with her son.
And that night, she slipped into my room like she'd been waiting. Naked as always, of course. I tossed off a short line from the bed.
"On all fours."
"Aa♥ You love that, huh? My son♥"
With hazy eyes, she planted her hands on the floor, ass wiggling doggy-style as she crawled toward the bed.