The Secret of the New Mom 2
Ahhn...
Good morning.
It's morning already.
The next day had arrived.
After doing it three times in a row yesterday, I finally passed out.
Even though I was exhausted from self-pleasure, I couldn't sleep properly.
The scenes kept replaying in my head.
I had watched nearly ten explicit videos of Mom and Dad.
It wasn't just for fun.
It wasn't light SM play.
It was real master and slave relationship between Mom and Dad.
Mom, who had become Dad's slave and been trained.
That kind of relationship had existed between them even before they remarried.
Mom had been trained so miserably by Dad.
Seeing that made my excitement impossible to hide.
Did she inherit her taste in women from Dad too...?
When I first saw the new mom, I fell for her at first sight.
Even though I was still a child, I could feel the emotion of love.
Of course, I eventually gave up on that feeling.
But it's not completely gone.
I used to think I could just live with her like a normal stepmom now.
But the moment I saw those videos, just the thought of Mom made my body heat up.
I'm worried I might never be able to see her properly again.
Is this what happens when you wish for something on a monkey's hand...?
But where did it go?
It was definitely on the desk yesterday evening.
I never touched it since then, but it's gone now.
The house has no one but Mom.
There was no way Mom would have thrown it away...
I don't even remember throwing it away?
I had completely forgotten about the monkey's hand and stopped caring, but now it seems strange.
No way that was real...
Was the monkey's hand that actually grants wishes the one that granted it?
If so, I had no idea it would grant wishes in this kind of way...
Well, I'll head out for now.
Time for breakfast soon.
I glanced at the paper on the desk once more and left the room.
It still had my name signed beside it...
—
Good morning.
You woke up early today.
Breakfast is almost ready.
Go wash up and come back.
Yes.
Ordinary greeting as usual.
But Mom's outfit was a bit different from normal.
Did she wear a skirt that short?
Even at home Mom usually dressed very neatly.
But today's outfit was quite different.
Just from seeing her back, a very short skirt that showed almost all of her thighs.
If she had deliberately let me see it...
I thought she was just organizing Dad's remaining belongings.
But the things inside were secrets that absolutely couldn't be revealed.
If Mom had given me that knowing I would see them on purpose, it meant something else.
And the name signed on the slave contract could be the reason.
I'm not sure yet.
It could have been pure coincidence that I found it.
If that's the case, it's better for me to pretend I don't know.
I can treat it as just a memory of Mom's youth.
I pulled myself together and headed back to the dining table.
Today's meal is the soybean paste stew that my son likes.
It smells delicious.
I can't wait to eat.
Up to here, conversation and actions were no different from normal mornings.
But Mom's attire was quite... no, extremely bold.
Did she deliberately put this on?
Mom wearing a tank top.
But the neckline was so deep that a lot of cleavage was visible.
Even the bra was showing.
I had never seen Mom dressed like this before.
Her expression is calm...
Maybe I should just ask her.
I can't be sure just by looking.
By the way, there was that box you gave me yesterday to organize.
Yeah, that box.
Do you know what's inside?
....
That's a question I can tell for sure whether Mom knew or not.
If she didn't know?
We could just go back to living like normal stepmom and stepson.
But if she did know?
Our relationship would change greatly starting from today.
Well, your dad must have had a notebook there.
Really?
Then do you know what was in the notebook?
Photos or videos, maybe?
Yeah...
Maybe.
The answer was vague.
She answered calmly, but it wasn't definite.
Did Mom not know about the videos inside?
No, she must have known.
But now she's answering as if she doesn't.
Why she's acting like that I don't know, but Mom seems hesitant too.
This kind of expression was a first.
From the videos, Mom's lewd and perverted look.
It couldn't be expressed even with the word lewd.
She was treated like an animal below humans and raped by Dad.
She had her butt spanked,
her face stepped on,
her body beaten.
Even so, Mom was smiling.
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A blissful smile as she became Dad's sex slave and rejoiced.
Just remembering that made it swell again...
I got an erection while eating.
A little embarrassing, but if I sing the national anthem inside...
Ting!
Oh, my spoon...
I, I can pick it up!
It's fine. Mom can pick it up.
She spoke hastily, but Mom was faster.
She bowed her head first and picked up the spoon she dropped.
My body froze because I was afraid of being caught with an erection.
....
Why isn't it going up?
I was just picking up a spoon, but Mom stayed bowed down for over ten seconds without moving.
Haa♥...
An unknown sigh came from under the table.
Tok
Ugh?!
Why?
Ah, it's nothing...
Before Mom raised her upper body, something lightly brushed between my legs.
That sensation was like...
Mom's hand?
It could be my imagination.
But that fleeting touch made me certain it was Mom's hand.
Thump thump thump thump
My heart was beating fast.
Was Mom seeing my erection and looking at me?
Why did she touch between my legs?
I wanted to ask Mom right away, but unfortunately I had to go to work now.
.... Then I'll prepare and leave.
Yeah.
Back to normal conversation, I got up and headed to the room.
Changing into a suit for work, it was time to leave.
This...
The slave contract placed on the desk.
Mom's name, Dad's name, and mine were clearly written.
Well, I'll go.
Yeah~ Take care.
Mom who left work late was doing the dishes.
I quietly placed the slave contract on the table and headed to the company.
—
I'm nervous...
What was Mom thinking when she saw that contract?
Did Mom write it without knowing?
Did Dad make it up by himself?
If she really didn't know?
Countless thoughts tangled in my head, but it was already done.
Whatever happened, I'd find out by checking back later.
Kim Manager~ What's the schedule for today's work?
There is a film screening security job in the afternoon.
Really?
Then I'll go home right after finishing work today.
Yes, understood.
By chance I was able to go home early in the afternoon.
Before Mom came home from work, I would get home first.
Let's finish it quickly!
There was paperwork in the morning.
If I left it, I couldn't go home early and would have to do it later.
To finish it for sure, I hurried and had the team leader check it.
The security route is too messy.
Check it again.
.... Yes.
After being turned down three times, I finally passed.
This team leader was the youngest female security team leader in our company and the first in history.
But her personality was bad, so no one liked her.
Still, since her work was reliable, we couldn't complain...
That's why men can't meet her.
—
By around 5 o'clock, the security work was over.
I immediately headed home.
No one was there as expected.
Then the documents... are still there.
I had secretly placed the slave contract on the table and left.
I didn't know what Mom would do if she found it, but I never thought she wouldn't touch it.
Wait, it was definitely on the corner, but now it's in the middle?
I thought she didn't see it and just passed by, but no.
Mom had definitely seen this slave contract.
My heart beat fast again.
The only change was the position; nothing else had changed.
She must have just ignored it...
Maybe Dad just made it up by himself as a joke.
Or maybe he just signed it himself...
If she didn't know about this contract, she wouldn't have been surprised.
How am I going to face her from now on... Haa...
For Mom, showing her a ridiculous document like this from her son would be unbelievable.
She would be surprised.
She covered her face with her hand and fell into self-reproach.
She was about to tear up the slave contract and throw it away, but something different caught her eye.
This...
Her name beside it had a fingerprint.
And next to it,
a signature was drawn.
—
I'm back~ I came home early today.
Because the work finished early.
Oh? Then let's eat dinner a little later.
Yes.
Normal after-work greeting.
I was watching TV.
Mom headed to the room but glanced at the table once.
She stopped in her tracks and fell into thought.
The slave contract on the table had been moved somewhere else now.
To a place where Mom could see it for sure.
And Mom had decided to check whether she would really do as the contract said.
.... Mom will go wash up.
Yes...
An unfamiliar strange tension flowed.
And Mom entered the room.
I stayed quietly pretending not to know.
Thump thump thump thump thump
My heart was beating wildly.
Probably after Mom came out of the bath, I would know Mom's thoughts.
Whether she'd stay like this now,
or whether she'd become a new master.
While waiting like that, Mom came out holding clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Thinking about bathing time, it would be about thirty minutes before she came out.
Normally it wouldn't matter.
But now, every second felt extremely long.
Really because of that monkey's hand?
The mysteriously disappeared monkey's hand.
I had wished for something crazy like wanting to make a beautiful woman my sex slave.
Of course I thought it wouldn't come true, and I had casually thrown out the joke wish.
Huu... Mom's out.
Yes...
And I felt when Mom came out of the bathroom.
The monkey's hand had granted my wish.
And in a direction I hadn't even imagined...