Filial Devotion (2)
The air in the room hung heavy and humid, thick for reasons having nothing to do with summer. Kim Chae-eun's breasts pressed against Jeong Siwoo's palm. Or rather, just before they did, she instinctively covered her chest with her hand.
"Ahh, still... with my son..."
Until moments ago, lost in ecstasy, Chae-eun hesitated at the crucial instant. Siwoo narrowed his eyes in unexpected surprise at her sudden refusal. Even modern people, utterly ignorant of physical pleasure and sex, still possessed basic ethical defenses, morality, and sexual taboos. It might be different with someone like Ju-hee, a total stranger. But with family—with her son—it seemed hard to just hand over her body.
Of course, to him now, such shallow ethics, morals, and relationships were no obstacle at all.
He pulled out his device.
▶ Libido: Heterosexual body odor/pheromone block off
▶ Ethical Resistance Line: Maintained at standard
▶ Ego Suppression: Maintained at standard
▶ Moral Filter: Optimized active
"Ahh..."
The faint resistance and morality she'd felt until moments ago melted away in an instant. The hand covering her breast naturally slid downward. Siwoo seized the opening and grabbed her breast.
Squelch—
Her sweat-slick, sticky, slippery breast filled his palm completely, producing a lewd, viscous sound. The overwhelming volume and firmness were unbelievable for a married woman with three kids. He roughly gripped the heavy mound of flesh, crushing and kneading it between his fingers.
"Eek! Haaang! Aaaaah—♥"
With a single stimulation, the pillow covering Chae-eun's face fell away, and her head snapped back. The 50% unlocked libido made her senses dozens of times more sensitive than usual. Siwoo didn't stop there, pinching her erect, rigid pink nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolling it relentlessly.
"Ah, aaa! It hurts... no, feels so gooood! It's weird, my brain's melting awaaay! Ung, uuung♥"
"Mom, look how hard this got. See? It twitches when I touch it with my fingers."
Siwoo played innocent, acting like he knew nothing. He tormented her nipple, rolling it around his fingertip. With his other hand, he grabbed her ass. Unlike the breast that seemed to suck his hand in softly, this bounced back with elastic firmness. The rubbing of flesh on flesh mixed with her ragged breaths to create a vulgar cacophony.
Chae-eun, seemingly unaware even that her son was groping her breasts and ass, tilted her head back and stuck out her soft tongue between her lips. No trace of pain registered among her sensations—not even a fingernail's worth. It was the perfect expression of a bitch in total depravity. Her vacant, dilated pupils and face smeared with tears and sweat looked worse than an animal's.
Siwoo twisted hard around her areola.
"Hiiiik! Ah, aaaaaang—!! I'm, I'm cummiiing! Don't know what it is, but I'm cuuummiiing—♥"
Just from breast torment and nipple twisting, Chae-eun's eyes rolled back as she hit a violent climax. For a woman who'd lived a sexless life, 50% libido plus her son's blatant stimulation far exceeded what her brain could handle. Her body shuddered and convulsed. Hot juices gushed from between her legs, soaking his hand on her ass and the bedsheets.
"Haa... haaa... uuum...♥"
After a long spasm, Chae-eun slumped into Siwoo's arms, a strand of sweat-matted hair between her lips. Her unfocused eyes floated blankly, unable to escape the afterglow.
Siwoo leaned forward and nipped her earlobe lightly.
"Mom, how was that? Felt good?"
Her hazy expression dripped with lingering regret. Red handprints from Siwoo marked her chest vividly. Instead of answering, she slowly nodded, hair still in her mouth.
He whispered low and intimate.
"I've been studying massage lately. Seems pretty effective, huh? Want more? I got stuff that's even better."
Light returned to Chae-eun's pupils at his words. She looked up at him with eyes mixing fear, anticipation, and uncontrollable taboo thrill.
"Th-there's... more? Ahh, what do I do... Mom must be crazy... I keep wanting your touch...♥ My heart's pounding so hard..."
She tilted her head onto his chest. Siwoo glanced at his device. Lowering ethical resistance, ego suppression, and moral filter had made toying with Mom easy, but zero shame felt oddly unsatisfying. To savor reactions, she needed at least some awareness of what he was doing.
He raised the three sliders again—but only to half their original levels. A precarious line: not enough for restraint, just enough shame to fight desire. If she held back, he'd see her frustrated desperation. If not, she'd be deceiving and using her "innocent" son for her lust. Either way thrilled him.
As expected, Chae-eun's expression shifted subtly. For a split second, guilt flashed over the bitch chasing pleasure. Her mind screamed not to do this with her son, but her body wouldn't obey. She worked her lips silently.
"If you want more, beg properly."
Siwoo squeezed her breast hard again, scraping the nipple with his nail. That pleasure obliterated her remaining reason.
"Aang! Aaaah! Please... Siwoo... make Mom feel goooood...♥"
Chae-eun writhed, clinging to his shoulder.
"Ah, ung! Siwoo... treat Mom like a beast... do whatever... pinch nipples however...♥"
Her pleading voice was pure animal moan, no reason left. Siwoo buried his face in her breasts without hesitation. He bit deep into one, rolling his tongue. Churp, chup, slurp— Saliva sounds filled the room. The soft flesh filled his mouth; each flick of his tongue on the hardened nipple made her hips buck.
"Huaaang! Tongue... tongue's too hoooot♥"
His other hand roughly kneaded the remaining breast. Squelch, squish—
"Zzztingly! Brain's going craaazy♥"
White flesh bulged between his fingers—pure obscenity. Rubbing her areola with his thumb, pinching and twisting the nipple like pliers, drew beastlier screams.
"Hng, hkk, son's hand♥ Too, too good! Brain, brain's meeelting! ♥"
How much time passed? Siwoo gathered her sweat-and-saliva-slick breasts, pushing them up to her chin. Swollen red nipples stood erect at the tip.
"Mom, look. Your nipples are right at your mouth. Try sucking them."
"Ung...? H-how...?"
"You can. Stick out your tongue and lick. Gotta know how tasty your own tits are."
Her eyes wavered. But hesitation didn't last. Her melted brain saw his command as absolute. Like a hypnotized slave, she extended her pink tongue long and bent toward her nipple.
Slurrrp—
The instant her tongue touched the erect pink nub, her body convulsed violently again.
"Hmp... slurp... nyam... haaht♥ My, my own... feels so gooood♥"
Mom licking her own breast in self-induced frenzy was a spectacle.
"Aaaang! Cumming, cumming agaaain! Haaaaang♥"
Chewing her own nipple, her hips bounced thump-thump. Eyes fully rolled back, only whites showing from countless climaxes. Drool poured from her open mouth, trickling down her cleavage. Matted hair, unfocused inverted eyes, vulgar sucking sounds—Siwoo felt new desire stir.
Not just whipping it out and pounding like with Ju-hee. He craved... more depraved, vulgar Mom. And he wanted her to pounce uncontrollably—not him.
Decision made: Mom it was.
Thus, Siwoo toyed with Chae-eun's body all night.
* The next day, I stepped out in light sleepwear. In the living room, under dazzling morning sun through the window, Mom prepared a late breakfast. Same as always. Fresh rice scent, bubbling soybean paste stew.
But peel back that peaceful routine...
"Oh, you're up, Siwoo?"
Mom turned with her ladle, cheeks faintly flushed. After a night of pleasure waves, her bare face glowed with sultry vitality, eyes mixing unseen fatigue and haze.
"Yeah, Mom. You're up early."
I casually pulled out a chair. Her shoulder twitched visibly.
"...Ung."
She averted her gaze, pretending nothing. But her cheeks and ears burned red.
"Mom? What's wrong? Your face is red."
"Ah, no... nothing. Just... morning heat? Kitchen's warm. Maybe the move—bed's uncomfortable, tossed all night..."
She whipped around to sniff the stew, but couldn't hide biting her lip, exhaling, or her thighs rubbing swish-swish under her thin apron. Stealing glances at me—adorable.
I checked the device. Satisfied overnight, her libido dropped from 50% to 10%. Morals and ethics ticked up near normal.
Libido: 10%
Ethical Resistance / Ego Suppression / Moral Filter: Near Standard
"S-so... Siwoo. About yesterday..."
After agonizing, she spoke. Forcing a smile, awkward grin to lighten the mood.
"I-I think I've been super stressed lately, acted weird? Your massage felt... amazing... But... we're mom and son. Gotta hold back, right..."
Reason wrote off last night as a one-off lapse. Smirking at her regained composure, I manipulated the app. Slider to 30% libido, restraint and ethics to rock bottom.
I nodded with a smile.
"Got it. I'll hold back and be careful next time."
"Ah... y-yeah..."
Despite the answer she wanted, Mom let out a regretful sigh.