Paizuri by My Son
As soon as I pulled down my pants, my cock sprang free, swollen with anticipation at the thought of stirring up Isabel’s insides. Watching her stepson’s massive shaft dangle and twitch like a beast threatening intruders in its territory, Isabel’s face naturally twisted in disgust.
Her eyes, fixed on the enormous rod hanging between her own son’s legs, were filled with panic and terror.
“W-what kind of disgraceful behavior is this in front of your own mother? Remove that hideous c-c… ugh, that hideous thing from my sight at once!”
Isabel couldn’t bring herself to finish the vulgar word for her son’s cock. I asked her with deliberate clarity, as if I wanted to make sure she understood.
“By ‘thing,’ are you referring to my cock right now?”
“Hmph. No amount of crude language will insult me.”
Isabel answered in a cold voice to my teasing smirk, then turned her head away as if she could no longer stand the sight of my swaying cock. I slowly walked around to the direction she was facing. Grabbing her chin to hold her head in place, I thrust my hardened cock right in front of her face.
“Hngh…”
Isabel let out a short moan as she was forced to confront a man’s brutal organ, throbbing with veins, mere inches from her nose. Her warm breath tickled the underside of my glans. The tension visible in her eyes as they were locked onto my cock only fueled my lust for her even more.
I steadied my voice, rough with excitement, and asked her.
“So? How does it feel to see your son—who you thought would live his whole life weak and pathetic—looking so magnificent?”
“Khh, magnificent? Get that filthy thing away from me and release me right now!”
Isabel yanked at the chains binding her arms and legs with all her strength, her voice thick with rage. The sturdy metal links only rattled loudly without giving an inch. She kept struggling, as if still dreaming of escape, and shouted at me in warning.
“Do you really think the world will forgive you? A lowly son who ties up his own mother and violates her—everyone in the empire will laugh at you, Arwen.”
I shook my head at Isabel, who clearly lacked any sense of the situation.
“Unfortunately for you, Mother, the world will never condemn me.”
My voice was calm and filled with unshakable certainty. Isabel, who had been invoking the entire world to shame me, couldn’t hide her confusion.
“W-what do you…”
“You may never understand what I’m saying in your lifetime, Mother…”
I gently stroked her golden hair, which sparkled like gold dust in a river, and whispered softly into her ear.
“I am the protagonist of this world. The master who can claim every woman in existence if I wish. All you have to do is serve me exactly as I command.”
“What… Arwen, have you truly gone mad?”
Isabel rolled her eyes wildly, as if she couldn’t grasp the meaning behind her son’s words at all. But whether she understood or not didn’t matter to me.
“From now on, Mother, you will handle my sexual desires exactly as I order. Using your own body, of course.”
“No, nooo!”
Isabel thrashed her arms and legs so violently that marks were forming on her wrists and ankles, causing her breasts to jiggle wildly. I climbed on top of her screaming body.
“We’ll start with your tits, Isabel.”
The moment the name Isabel left my lips, the shoulders of the mother who had become her son’s concubine flinched hard.
“H-how dare you call your own mother by her name… kyaaah?!”
I pressed down on her shoulders and shoved her firmly into the bed. Then, using the recoil, I slid my cock between her enormous, swaying breasts. The soft yet elastic flesh enveloped my entire length in a warm, cozy embrace. The precum leaking from my urethra mixed with the damp sweat gathered in her cleavage, producing wet, squelching sounds even though I hadn’t started moving yet.
These were supreme breasts that didn’t lose at all to the healthy, youthful chests of her daughters, who were currently in their prime. I gently circled her nipples—buried deep in the soft flesh—with my fingertips and spoke to her.
“As expected of the mother of Cordelia and Sophia. Not only are they huge, but they’re so soft it feels like I’ve become a child again, nestled in my mother’s embrace.”
I praised Isabel’s breasts, which seemed to have been crafted by the gods solely for a male’s pleasure. Of course, not a trace of joy could be found on her face.
I grabbed both of her tits with my hands and squeezed them together around my cock. The base of my shaft was crushed against her soft breast flesh. Then I slowly began rocking my hips, starting a proper thrusting motion.
Every time my glans plunged into her cleavage and pulled back out, a lewd, squishing sound echoed—like I was stirring up a pussy. Isabel stared with eyes full of despair at my cock repeatedly approaching and retreating from her face between her own breasts, and cried out.
“N-nooo, take your cock out of my breasts right now, Arwen! Please stop doing something so unforgivable!”
Her desperation must have gotten the better of her, because Isabel no longer hesitated to use vulgar words as she began begging the stepson who was violating her tits.
“Why would a woman pleasuring a man be unforgivable? Surely you’re not saying you’re embarrassed because this is your first time serving with your breasts, right?”
Isabel’s face flushed red as she raised her voice. She had completely abandoned the formal speech she had maintained until now.
“O-of course it’s my first time! I’ve never done something so vulgar that only prostitutes in brothels would do for their customers!”
It was surprising. I hadn’t expected her to be a paizuri virgin. Was there really not a single man in the world brave enough to slide his cock between these perfectly lewd breasts?
I smiled gently at Isabel, whose face was twisted in revulsion.
“To have your own breasts violated for the first time by the son you love more than anyone else. Deep down, Mother, you must be happy watching your son find satisfaction in your tit-pussy, right?”
“You’re insane! There’s no way I’d ever—hnngh?!”
Isabel’s protest was cut off by my cock. The glans that had just pulled free from her cleavage kissed her plump lips before sliding back. The unexpected contact sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire shaft. Isabel, apparently quite shocked by the sudden sensation of my cock against her lips, muttered with a dazed look in her eyes.
“N-no way… Arwen’s cock on my lips…”
“Don’t look so shocked. Soon enough you’ll be willingly taking my cock into your mouth all by yourself.”
“Nooo! I am not your whore! Stop touching my breasts however you please—haahng♡”
When I pinched her nipples, Isabel cried out in a moan and her hips bucked. I could feel her trapped buds slowly hardening between my fingers. I said,
“Weren’t you the one who always shook your breasts as if begging your son to knead them?”
“Hic… damn it, when did I ever seduce you? Get off me right now!”
With a furious expression, Isabel struggled to shake me off, but with her ankles chained to the bed, pushing away the grown man on top of her was nothing more than a dream. In the end, she could only watch helplessly as her stepson abused her breasts, her eyes filled with despair. All while muttering things like ‘This is a dream.’
I used her massive tits as handles and vigorously rocked my hips. Feeling the incredible softness of her breasts engulfing me with both my hands and my cock at the same time sent a burning pleasure through the nerves in my lower belly. Keeping up the steady rhythm, I told her,
“I’m going to cum now, Mother. See for yourself just how healthy your son’s semen is.”
“No, don’t cum! The idea of my own son’s semen covering my face—I absolutely refuse!”
Isabel, having regained some composure, made a face of utter disgust and twisted her head as far as she could. But with her body restrained, completely escaping was impossible. In the end, the thick semen that had impregnated her daughters erupted onto her biological mother’s face.
Isabel’s flushed red face was soon completely covered in white cum. The sticky fluid ran down her face, passing over her nose and lips.
“Mmph, mmph…”
Apparently unwilling to taste her son’s semen, Isabel kept her mouth tightly shut and moaned. But I said,
“You’ll have to check the flavor yourself with your tongue, Mother.”
“Mmmph! Hngh?”
I pried open her stubbornly closed lips with my fingers, then pinched her wriggling tongue between my index and thumb like a pair of tweezers. The thick semen that had been dripping down her face poured straight into her open mouth. The red flesh trapped under my fingers twitched like a fish caught in a net the moment it touched my cum. I spread the semen across her tongue with my middle finger and asked,
“Does the taste suit your mouth?”
“Haaah♡”
Every time Isabel moaned, the tongue I held twitched violently. In the end, she had no choice but to swallow the immoral mixture of her stepson’s semen and her own saliva down her throat. After confirming her throat gulp twice, I released her tongue.
Having regained the use of her tongue, Isabel panted heavily and said. Her face was filled with indelible despair.
“Haaah… What kind of son in this world forces his own mother to swallow his semen?”
Isabel stuck out her tongue and spat the remaining drops of cum onto her own breasts. I wiped the semen from her lips with my finger and said,
“Compared to the poison you fed me, isn’t semen just a cute little prank?”
Isabel flinched at her son’s touch on her lips and answered.
“I swear to the gods I never intended to kill you with poison. The assassination order given to Masha was your father’s idea as well. I will apologize for treating you so harshly, so please, just stop this here—haaaang?”
Her plea was cut off by a moan. The source was her pussy. I rolled her clit with my finger as if playing with a toy marble and said,
“What use are empty words of apology now? I’d rather receive your apology through this hole right here.”
“N-not there! Absolutely not! That place is only for Lord Edan…!”
Isabel sobbed as her son toyed with her female opening. She turned her trembling head away, as if trying to hide the tears welling in her eyes.
‘Lord Edan? She means Father?’
I had assumed the Valerie family had simply used Edan as a disposable pawn to advance into the North. But Isabel’s reaction looked exactly like that of a woman who had truly loved him.
‘So her feelings for Edan were genuine?’
I had thought the Reinhardt family was nothing more than prey to the Valerie family, but Isabel apparently had an unexpected side. Of course, that didn’t mean I had any intention of forgiving what she had done to Arwen—or to me.
At that moment,
“I see how noble Mother’s feelings for your father truly are. If that is how sincere you are, I’ll put off violating the hole that gave birth to my precious half-sisters for now.”
“T-thank you, Arwen!”
Isabel looked at me with the face of someone who thought her sincerity had worked, as if she had been pulled from a pit. I gave her one condition.
“Don’t get too excited. There is a condition.”
“A-a condition?”
I rubbed her lips with my finger as she asked in a flustered voice and said,
“If you satisfy me with this beautiful mouth of yours, I will consider helping you preserve your chastity toward your father.”
“W-with my mouth?”
“Yes. Surely you can offer at least that much service for the son who suffered because of you his entire life, right?”
I brought my healthy cock—which showed no sign of softening even after one ejaculation—right in front of the flustered Isabel’s eyes. She stared at her son’s twitching cock with eyes full of despair and anguish. Though I couldn’t see it, I was certain her mind was weighing the choice between willingly taking her stepson’s cock into her mouth to serve him, or staying silent and having her female hole violated by that same stepson.
In truth, from Isabel’s perspective, it wasn’t even a choice worth agonizing over. A moment later, just as expected, she accepted the condition I offered.
“Fine… but you must keep your promise.”
Isabel nodded weakly, accepting my offer, then slowly opened her mouth. At last, she had chosen of her own will to serve me. Even if that choice was forced by a threat to her chastity.
I tried to hide the smile spreading across my face and said,
“That depends on how well you serve, Mother. Try your best to satisfy me with sincerity.”
I stroked her hair and moved my glans close to her lips. When her mouth opened wide enough to accept the massive pillar, Isabel slowly guided my cock into her mouth. Soon, service for her son began inside Isabel’s oral pussy. Little by little, without her even realizing it, her moral values toward her own son were beginning to warp.