Filial Piety Method (4)
Thinking of her son's face sent sticky, intense pleasure stabbing up her spine straight to her brain. Chae-eun squeezed her eyes shut tight now, surrendering her body to the lewd fantasy that it wasn't her own fingers touching her, but Siwoo's hands.
"Haaahhh♥ Siwoo-ya♥ Siwoo-yaaaah♥" Every time she called her son's name, the faint pleasure sharpened into vivid clarity. Gone was the face of the chaste mother; in its place, the horny bitch reacting to her son squeezed her own breasts.
"Yesss... that's it... ugh! Siwoo-ya♥ Mommy's pussy feels like it's gonna burst! Cumming... while thinking of you... I'm cumminggg♥" The app's settings. Her body, rewired to respond only to her son, had perfectly transformed into a bitch made for him alone.
The moment I opened my eyes the next day, I checked the app. My mom had masturbated furiously all night, so her lust levels had eased a bit. But jerking off while thinking of me had backfired—her ethics, morality, shame, and self-control had all dropped instead.
I let out a small chuckle at those numbers. She might hold out better than yesterday at this rate. But I had no intention of leaving it like that.
"Sorry, Mom. You'll have to suffer a little more today."
I kept the other values the same and cranked her lust slider back up to 40%. With her self-control and morality weakened, her desire would skyrocket even higher. I wondered how long she'd last now. How long that thin thread of reason called "Mom" could hold back the "bitch" instinct clawing to break free. Ignoring her pathetic, desperate eyes was delicious even in my imagination.
As soon as I finished tweaking and stepped into the living room, a savory rice aroma hit me—along with something thicker, sweeter: the scent of a bitch in heat.
"...You're up, Siwoo?"
Mom turned from the kitchen where she was prepping breakfast, giving me an awkward smile. A deeper flush than yesterday stained her pale cheeks, spreading to her earlobes.
"Yeah, Mom. Sleep well?"
I greeted her casually and deliberately slipped behind her to grab a water glass from the table. Just my body drawing near made hers stiffen rigid.
"Y-yeah... Slept fine. You... sleep okay?"
Her voice trembled at the end. She desperately avoided looking at me, staring only at the pot, but she couldn't hide the slutty sidelong glances at my waist and the bulge tenting my pants.
"Mom, you're sweating. Your nape's all wet."
Instead of a towel, I stroked her damp lower neck with my bare hand.
"Haat...♥"
A stifled moan slipped from her lips. I'd set it so my touch gave her multiples of the pleasure—no surprise there. Probably felt better than her solo session last night. She flinched away in shock, but rather than disgust, she regretfully caressed the spot my hand had left, breathing hard.
"S-Siwoo... Mom's cooking right now... C-can you back off a bit? It's dangerous."
Her voice was already soaked with need. "Dangerous" probably didn't mean the fire or knife—it was her heat from my touch.
Seated across from her at the table, she tried to play the gentle, caring mom on the surface. But whenever our eyes met, she'd drop her gaze again.
After breakfast, lounging on the living room sofa fiddling with my terminal, Mom brought a tray of watermelon.
"Siwoo, have some watermelon. It's so... ripe. Red and..."
Her eyes weren't on the fruit—they were fixed on my forearm.
"Thanks. Looks good."
I ate a piece and nodded.
"Super sweet and tasty."
I picked up another slice and held it to her lips.
"Say ahh, Mom."
"Ah... Okay..."
She parted her lips cautiously. They opened, and the watermelon vanished between them. As she chewed, lips working, I asked,
"Tastier when I feed you, right?"
"Yeah... It is... Maybe 'cause you're feeding me, Siwoo... Feels way sweeter..."
Red watermelon juice wet her lips and dripped down her chin. Instead of a napkin, I gently wiped around her mouth with my thumb.
"Slurp... Ungh♥"
My finger brushed her lips, and unconsciously, her tongue flicked out to lick it.
"...Ah!"
Shocked at herself, she flushed crimson and turned away.
"Mom, you said it was tasty. Why dodge?"
I leaned in closer, whispering low in her ear. My breath tickled her earlobe; her shoulders shivered, and her nipples stiffened visibly through her thin t-shirt.
"S-Siwoo... Lately... why are you so... clingy with Mom...?"
"Why? I just wanna get closer to you. Hate it?"
"N-no, it's not that... Just... my heart... my chest keeps pounding..."
She pressed her hand to her chest. Her massive tits squished and deformed under the pressure. A little more prodding, and she'd fall—but nah, I wanted her begging me first.
I leaned back, breaking contact.
"Mom, let's hang laundry later. Nice sun—dry fast."
"O-okay...♥"
As my body pulled away, she sighed wistfully but answered with a mix of regret and strange anticipation.
Her mind flashed to yesterday's warehouse thrill. She already knew: every "accidental" brush while hanging laundry, every surrender to her son's body—she knew how she'd crumble.
After the watermelon, Chae-eun headed to the yard with me to hang laundry. She set down the damp basket with a rough breath.
Last night's memories—fingering herself while moaning my name—wouldn't leave her head. She'd felt calmer this morning after all that masturbation, but seeing me again ignited her just as bad. No, worse. She kept rubbing her thighs to hide the juices flowing even now.
Before coming out, she'd ducked into the bathroom and masturbated again, chanting my name nonstop. But this fever wouldn't quit.
Innocent me, oblivious to her state, just smiled nicely and fixed the clothesline to the pole.
"This height good?"
My voice from behind made her shoulders quiver. She hastily straightened her clothes and turned.
My casual t-shirt look.
"Y-yeah... Thanks, Siwoo. Hot day—you shouldn't have to do this."
She forced a kind motherly smile, but inside she boiled, waiting for a chance touch like yesterday's warehouse.
We stood side by side, shaking out wet sheets to hang.
"Mom, you okay? Hands shaking."
"N-no... Just the sun's too hot. Really."
I played it cool, acting the perfect son. As we hung laundry, she tried "accidental" brushes multiple times. But unlike the cramped warehouse yesterday, in this wide yard, I smoothly dodged every time—no skin contact.
Of course, she'd think it natural. But she felt resentful at my each retreating step.
She kept stealing glances while shaking clothes, hunting for a chance to touch or hug me. But...
In the end, her fantasies stayed fantasies.
I stretched after the last piece.
"Whew, all done. Gonna rest in my room. Don't overdo it, Mom."
"Yeah... Okay. Thanks, my boy."
Unable to voice her true feelings, Chae-eun watched my retreating back to the house, biting her lip hard.
Once I was inside, she finally exhaled held breath. Legs weak, she clutched the empty basket, standing dazed.
With me out of sight, the thirst gnawing her gut blazed fiercer.
"Why... Hngh, son... Siwoo-ya..."
Sighing in regret, she barely grabbed the basket and headed inside. My door was shut—I'd gone to my room.
Setting the basket in the laundry room, Chae-eun froze. Between the washer and wall: a scrap of fabric. My underwear from yesterday's workout.
Her heart pounded irregularly. Like a kid about to do something naughty, she glanced around wildly.
Voices from the living room sharpened her nerves. Trembling, she snatched my panties.
"Haa... haa..."
Normally, she'd toss it in the washer without a thought. But it stuck in her eyes.
Entranced, she brought it to her face. One more check outside—then she pressed it fully to nose and mouth, inhaling deep.
Shluuuurp—!!
My pre-wash sweat, skin scent, and musky male aroma invaded her brain.
"Haat... hwaaaahhh♥"
Last night, she'd cum after dozens, hundreds of calls to me. But one breath topped it all.
Clinging to the washer, she shuddered head to toe. Hot, sticky juices gushed, soaking her panties sloppily.
Biting her lip to stifle moans—kids might hear—she couldn't stop. Eyes rolled back, whites gleaming in melting ecstasy.
Shudders fading, sweat-drenched and dazed, she stared at the panties in her hand.
Late shame crashed in. What am I doing... with my son's underwear...?
Twenty years as a proper mother condemned her. But her body betrayed her. That heavenly pleasure dwarfed last night's bland masturbation—intense, sweet.
She eyed the panties. Sanity said toss it in the washer. Instead, she stuffed it deep in her pocket.
An unconscious faint smile curved her lips.
Heading to her room, she wished only for nightfall.