Filial Piety Guide (5): The Sweltering Tropical Night
The midsummer tropical night was brutal. Our rural house without even an air conditioner was naturally stifling hot, and everyone was barely surviving the sweltering darkness by relying on fans in their rooms. And among them, the hottest room by far was undoubtedly...
"Hngh... haaah..."
Kim Chae-eun's room.
She'd shut the door tight to keep any sounds from leaking out—though of course, she didn't lock it. Just in case Siwoo slipped in quietly like last time.—and pulled the covers over her head. Inside the blanket, the muggy summer heat mixed with the feverish warmth boiling from her body and the nonstop sweat, turning it into a sweltering sauna.
The prim silk nightgown that once symbolized her modesty as a mother was now completely disheveled. The front buttons were undone from her nape all the way above her navel, letting her breasts heave wildly with each ragged breath. Her skirt had long since been tossed somewhere onto the bedroom floor. With trembling hands, Chae-eun pulled out the panties she'd stashed away earlier that day. The ones she'd stolen from the laundry room, still thick with her son's scent. She clutched them like a priceless treasure and pressed them to her face, inhaling deeply.
Sniiiiif— haaah—
"Haa... haaa... Siwoo... Siwoooo...♥"
Her son's sweat scent seeped deep into her lungs. Nose buried in the panties, she mauled one breast with her other hand. Her grip was so vicious that flesh bulged between her fingers, but she felt no pain. Instead, she raked her nails down her stiffly erect nipple, then—still unsatisfied—slid her fingers toward the sopping wetness between her thighs.
She rubbed over her drenched panties.
Squelch! Squish! Slurp—!
"Ah, aaahhhng! Siwoooo♥ My son... Siwoo's cock smell♥"
The room filled with the vulgar squelches of wet flesh grinding. The pheromones wafting from the panties ignited her imagination. What if it wasn't her fingers rubbing her pussy, but her son's hand? The mere thought sent electric jolts of pleasure racing through her, twice as intense as yesterday, making her body shudder. But even that paled compared to the orgasm she'd felt from Siwoo's touch that first day.
Of course, Chae-eun had no idea it was due to the app settings he'd tweaked; she just thought his hands were that incredible. She bucked her hips with a wistful sigh.
"Why... why won't it work... The scent's way stronger than yesterday... Why can't I cum... Hngh! Siwoooo♥"
Half out of her mind, she clawed at the bedsheet with her toes. She shoved her son's panties into her mouth, licking and sucking as she thrashed her hips. Sweat trickled down her pale back, soaking the sheets. Her panties, tangled around her ankles, annoyed her; she kicked them off entirely and hurled them away, lost in masturbation.
"Son... my son! Siwoo! Look at Mommy, pleeeease♥"
As time dragged on, her actions grew more masochistic and depraved. She kneaded her breasts until red nail marks bloomed, and roughly dug fingers into her pussy entrance. The panties in her mouth now reeked more of her sticky saliva than his scent.
Squelch— squelch— squish—!
"Haaaaah! Siwoo! Siwooooo! ♥"
She inhaled to her limit, savoring the smell, clinging to the faint sparks of pleasure each call of his name brought.
She hit half-orgasms over and over, body quivering each time—but satisfaction never came. Only crushing emptiness and an even fiercer thirst. How many times had she cum like that through the night, calling his name, waiting for him to open that door? Exhausted, with not even the strength to finger herself anymore, Chae-eun collapsed limp on the bed. Her face was a mess of tears, sweat, and drool—worse than any beast.
"Haa... haa... haaa..."
She slowly peeled the panties from her face. After sucking and licking them all night, his musky scent was gone, replaced by her own fishy saliva and the pungent aroma of her pussy juices.
Her nipples, stiff and throbbing painfully against the sweat-soaked shirt clinging to her skin, ached fiercely. In her hazy mind, Chae-eun replayed the lewd acts she'd just committed. It had felt better than simply masturbating while calling his name. But... still, a hollow void lingered in her chest.
...Not enough.
Lips twitching, she stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts drifted to that first day, when Siwoo had massaged her body. The moment his hand touched her breast, his fingers flicking her nipple and melting her brain with ecstasy—that was the pinnacle of bliss in her life. No amount of rubbing with her own fingers or sniffing his panties could surpass that single touch from him.
"Ah... Siwoo..."
She trembled with bitter regret.
"When Siwoo... when Siwoo did it himself... it wasn't like this... haaa..."
It was pointless. No matter how much she masturbated and orgasmed, it only stoked her body's fire. Her flesh had already realized the truth: the real thing could only come from Siwoo's hands.
"Son... I need Siwoo..."
As she murmured, her eyes glimmered only with the sticky, scorching, intoxicating memory of that day. Mother-son relations? Ethics? Morality? Restraint? All gone, without a trace. Chae-eun flushed, breathing shallowly once more. She clutched the damp panties to her chest like a treasure.
"...Siwoo. My son... Siwoooo... ♥"
Thinking of him made her lower belly clench tight. For twenty years, she'd devoted herself endlessly to her children—caring for them, nurturing them, loving them. So... receiving this small token of love in return... wasn't that just her rightful claim as a mother?
But what she needed now wasn't a sweet son or a reliable Siwoo. She needed a superior male.
*
Late morning, I casually checked the app before strolling into the living room. Mom was mopping the floor, probably cleaning. But it was far from ordinary housework. On her knees, bent over, her posture was blatantly provocative. Her short training shorts barely covered the underside of her ass, and with no panties underneath, the mound of her pussy bulged obscenely between her thighs. Leaning forward pressed her breasts flat against the floor, spreading them out like sticky rice cakes—a sight utterly pornographic. Her ass swayed flexibly with each swipe of the mop.
As she stretched forward, Mom glanced back.
"Oh, Siwoo, you're up?"
The moment I saw her eyes as she rose and turned, I knew without checking the app how thinly her rationality clung by a thread. Her pupils were glazed and dreamy, her voice thick and wet, her cheeks flushed crimson. She smiled sweetly at me, but her gaze raked up and down, devouring not just my face but my entire body. She lingered shamelessly on the front of my pants.
"Mom, working hard already since morning."
At my words, she snapped back a bit, smiling softly with a "What hard work?" It looked just like the usual Mom, but a glance downward revealed her stiff nipples and pussy juices trickling down her thighs. No matter how you sliced it, that wasn't a mom—it was a bitch in heat.
Thinking that, I played it cool and walked past her to the kitchen. As I opened the fridge and chugged some water, Mom crept up behind me.
"Um, er... Siwoo... Hey, Mom's short on hands here... Could you help with this?"
Her voice carried a needy whine, like a spoiled plea.
"Sure. What is it?"
"Gonna grab this—hold it for me."
As I approached, she tiptoed dramatically to reach a condiment jar on the high shelf. Her tank top rode up, baring her smooth waistline and navel, while her braless heavy breasts jiggled sideways, teasing my eyes. Then, feigning a loss of balance before grabbing it, she twisted into my arms.
"Oops, sorry. Mommy couldn't keep her balance..."
Of course, it wasn't an accident. I clearly saw her lips curl up as she placed her hands on my chest and shoulder, "apologizing" while groping me freely.
"Y-you okay, son?"
Looking up at me, her eyes brimmed with desperate longing. The urge to pounce on me right then—or for me to ravage her. That pitiful, earnest gaze softened me up a bit. Maybe it's time to stop teasing and give her some proper filial piety.
But then—
"Ah, I'm starving. Food! Gimme food!"
The door flew open as my older sister and little sister burst in, forcing Mom to pull away hurriedly. After that, Chae-eun kept trying her luck—in the living room, kitchen, yard, even the bathroom and outhouse. She'd approach me over and over, but something always interrupted, leaving her body burning hotter without the skinship she craved. Finally, frustrated that things weren't going her way, she shot resentful glances at her two daughters and chewed her lips.
*
Night deepened. I fiddled with the app, exploring other functions. Creeeak— The unoiled door opened very slowly, cautiously. I quickly hid the device and pretended to sleep, eyes shut. Peeking through slits, I saw a faint silhouette backlit by the living room nightlight. No need to guess who. Mom, wearing nothing but a thin silk nightgown, no underwear.
She stood at the threshold, panting heavily for a long moment. Just leaning against the doorframe, her sweet, potent female pheromones reached me. Her trembling hands clutched her chest.
"...Siwoo. You asleep?"
No response from me. Very slowly, she stepped toward my bed. Climbing on, she crawled over on all fours.
"...It's your fault, Siwoo... Having such a tempting body... You've been seducing Mommy all along..."
Muttering that, her eyes held no trace of a woman or a mother anymore.