A Mother's Service
Isabel straddled my waist and rubbed her own cock against my lips. There wasn’t the slightest trace of guilt or shame on the face of the boy who was sexually harassing his own mother. He simply wore the expression of a rutting male staring at a female in heat, waiting for my service.
I am the daughter of Valerie Johannes, the man who once stood at the head of the central nobility of the Regian Empire and ushered in the golden age of the Valerie family. Not a single man in the empire had ever treated me as nothing more than a female to relieve his lust. Not even my husband, Ethan.
Ethan harbored such deep resentment and fury toward the Valerie family for tearing him away from the wife he loved that he rarely even looked me in the eye. His gaze toward me had always been filled with a hollow emptiness that no amount of my effort could fill. Even after I cast aside the name Valerie and became a Reinhardt, to Ethan I was still just a Valerie.
Yet despite that, I had fallen in love with him from the very first moment I saw him at the Academy. Ethan, who was stricter with himself than anyone else but treated everyone—whether above or below him—with genuine kindness. After I claimed the seat beside him that I had longed for so desperately, I prayed every day to the Goddess Elysia, whom I had never sought before, hoping my sincerity would reach him. I prayed that even a little of his anger and sorrow toward the Valerie family would melt away.
Perhaps the heavens had answered my desperate prayers, because I could feel the icy wall of Ethan’s attitude toward me slowly beginning to thaw. Just the subtle changes in his tone and small gestures were enough to make me happy.
It had been more than ten years since our political marriage.
But the relationship between Ethan and me, which I had thought would only bring happiness from then on, ended in tragedy because of a cruel twist of fate. Not long after Sophia was born, Ethan went to the battlefield and fell into an enemy trap, dying a meaningless death. Just like his first wife, whom he had loved so deeply—killed by the hands of the barbarians beyond the barrier.
After Ethan’s death, my affection for Arwen completely shattered. Every time I saw that innocent smile on a face that looked exactly like his father’s, an inexplicable rage surged inside my chest. In the end, that aimless fury found its target in Arwen, who was still a young child.
And now the boy who had once been so frail that weakness seemed to envelop his entire being was standing before me with a massive, throbbing male rod, ready to violate his mother’s mouth.
The innocent little boy from my memories—the one I still held some affection for—was gone. The adorable little symbol I had personally washed with my own hands had grown into a brutal weapon capable of subjugating women.
“It all depends on how well you serve me, Mother. Try your best to satisfy your son, won’t you?”
Arwen said this while gently stroking my hair with his calloused, rough palm. Even though he was treating his own mother like a pet plaything, there was nothing I could do. I could only stare helplessly at the approaching cock, just like the women who lived to service men.
That’s right. This isn’t for him. It’s just a last resort to satisfy this horny Arwen and escape this situation.
Desperately denying the reality that I was about to suck my own son’s cock, I took Arwen’s member—clear fluid already dripping from the tip—into my mouth.
“Hnnngh!?”
The first sensation that hit me as Arwen’s cock filled my mouth was pain. The forced stretching of my jaw made it feel like my skull was vibrating. But the pain quickly faded, replaced by a scorching heat that dominated the inside of my mouth.
His massive root, heated by Arwen’s body temperature, stirred violently inside me. The bulging veins of his throbbing cock scraped across my tongue. It feels completely different from when it was between my breasts…
The sheer size made me wonder if this could possibly belong to a human body. My mind went completely blank. And it wasn’t just the size—the thick scent of semen from the glans, which had just finished ejaculating, flooded past my mouth and straight into my nose.
As I grew dizzy from the intense male musk of Arwen, his urging voice reached my ears.
“Don’t just sit there in a daze. Move however you want, Mother. Or has my son’s cock tasted so good that you’ve gone into heat already?”
A despicable smile bloomed on Arwen’s face, visible above his tightly trained abs and muscular chest that I didn’t know when he had developed.
“If we keep going like this, my cock might end up in your lower hole instead of your upper one. Would that be alright with you?”
“Mmph, hnnngh!”
After expressing in my own way that that must never happen, I slowly began to bob my head while flicking my tongue against his shaft. The pulsing of Arwen’s cock inside my mouth felt louder than my own heartbeat.
I had never imagined that the second cock I would ever take into my mouth would belong to the son of the first man I had ever serviced. But right now, satisfying him took priority over complaints.
Recalling the memories of serving Ethan, I slowly curled and unfurled my tongue. Every time the tip of my tongue brushed against the glans that jutted out and scraped the inside of my cheek, his entire cock twitched violently.
But it wasn’t just his cock that twitched in response to my tongue.
W-why is my body reacting like this?
The more I sucked Arwen’s cock, the more I felt an unknown pressure building in my lower belly. It was a heat I hadn’t felt even once since Ethan’s death.
This can’t be happening. There’s no way I’m getting aroused just from sucking his thing. This… this must be some trick Arwen is using.
I desperately tried to deny the pleasure that was slowly boiling up from deep inside me. But my shameless pussy seemed to be connected to every sensation in my mouth that was wrapped around his cock, leaking fluids nonstop. It was as if the female instincts hidden within my reason were begging for my long-neglected, lonely hole to be violated.
I tried my hardest to press my thighs together to hide my soaking wet pussy from Arwen, desperately hoping he would lose interest in my body soon.
Isabel began sucking my cock with a reluctant expression. With that arrogant mouth that had been insulting me just moments ago.
When I saw her lips dripping with a mixture of saliva and precum, I almost smiled without meaning to. But the noblewoman’s fellatio fell far short of what I had expected. It felt even more clumsy than when Cordelia had first taken my cock into her mouth.
What a waste of that lewd body that no man could possibly resist.
“Hmm… Could you put a little more affection into it? Something soft yet intense?”
“Hnnngh…”
Even after my request, Isabel only let out frustrated moans. Her technique showed no improvement. Instead, she kept frowning as if something else was bothering her, glancing up at me nervously.
“At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before my cock ends up stirring your cunt, Mother. That won’t do. I’ll teach you personally what it means to serve with your mouth-pussy.”
“Mmph!?”
I grabbed the head of the flustered Isabel and locked it onto my cock. I could feel the tip pressing against the back of her throat. Enjoying the sensation of her hot inner flesh wrapping around my glans, I slowly began to move my hips.
“Ugh, your fellatio skills are terrible, but the tightness of your throat-pussy isn’t bad at all. With enough practice, you’ll be able to satisfy plenty of men.”
“Guhk, hnnngh…”
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick. Every time the base of my cock touched her lips, a vulgar, wet sound rang out instead of a moan. At the same time, from Isabel’s mouth—impaled all the way to the deepest part of her throat—came the rough, gasping breaths of someone drowning.
“Haa, haa. Don’t clench your teeth, Mother. Unless you want to hurt your son’s precious part.”
“Hnnngh, mmmph♡”
Just as my climax was building in my lower belly, her voice gradually began to mix with lewd moans. Isabel could only respond with moans instead of words, but since I hadn’t actually expected an answer, it didn’t matter.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth, so swallow every drop. It’s your beloved son’s semen, so of course that’s fine, right?”
I announced that I would ejaculate inside her mouth and immediately pulled her head tight against my body. This wasn’t a question that required an answer either.
Feeling my glans wrapped in her throat and my shaft entangled with her tongue, my balls pressing against her soft lips, I released my load.
The white fluid gushed out from my widened urethra, completely filling Isabel’s mouth.
“Mmmph♡ Guhk, guhk…”
Perhaps her mind had gone blank from her son’s semen flowing out of both her mouth and nose, because the whites of Isabel’s eyes grew more and more prominent as she coughed.
I gently scraped her tongue—which was coated thick with semen—with my index finger and said,
“Don’t spit it out. Drink down the very last drop.”
“Khh…”
Isabel squeezed her eyes shut and forced her son’s fluid down her throat.
After confirming that she had swallowed all the semen in her mouth, I asked her,
“How does it feel? Swallowing your own grandson down into your belly?”
“Haa… haa… Spouting such insane nonsense until the very end… Are you satisfied now? Hurry up and release me.”
Isabel answered with a face full of hostility toward the son before her. Even so, I could tell. The excitement of wanting pleasure had begun to take root inside Isabel’s heart.
“Well, I’d actually like to ask you the same question, Mother. Would you really be satisfied if it all ended here?”
“Of course! There’s no way I’d want to continue this crazy— Haaah♡”
The moment my finger spread open her pussy hole, glistening with love juices, Isabel’s eyes widened and she let out a moan. When I pulled my finger out, strings of her nectar dripped from the tip.
“Then why is your female hole so soaking wet? It’s almost like it’s crying tears of begging to be fucked.”
“T-that’s not because I want you, Arwen. It’s just a natural physiological reaction for women…”
Isabel said this while staring at the evidence of her arousal dripping from my hand. Seeing that, I thought to myself that mother and daughter truly were alike. Both Sophia and Isabel were terrible at being honest with their own feelings.
“Stop lying to yourself. There’s no need to forcibly suppress the heat you feel when you want to be embraced by the male in front of you.”
Isabel cried out in a startled voice, like a criminal caught in the act.
“W-who said I’m burning up because I want to be held by you!”
“It’s you, Mother—the one whose long-neglected female hole has been panting desperately in front of her son for ten years.”
Answering her, I positioned myself between her spread legs. It was the perfect angle to see Isabel’s face, flushed red with tension and excitement.
Now it was time to paint that proud mother’s face with the pleasure of accepting her son’s cock.
“Earlier you asked me if I was satisfied with your mouth-pussy, didn’t you? My answer is…”
I grabbed my energetic cock and lined it up with Isabel’s dripping entrance. Her love-juice-soaked labia clung to my glans.
At the sensation of my cock against her pussy, Isabel shook her head frantically, letting out a sharp scream like an emergency alarm.
“No, please don’t put it in!”
“Don’t hate it so much. Just think of it as giving the hole you once offered to Father to his son. Doesn’t that feel good, Mother?”
“N-no… Not there, really! I’ll let you use my mouth or my dirty anus however you want, so please, just not my puss— Aaaaaah♡”
Despite Isabel’s final desperate scream, my cock paid no attention and thrust deep into my mother’s pussy. Scraping against her inner walls that had been lonely for over ten years, now twitching and writhing as they welcomed a male once more.
“Haaahk♡ Ah, Arwen’s cock… My son’s thing is inside me—!♡”
The moment my cock entered her, Isabel let out a throat-tearing moan and trembled violently on the bed. I gave her a satisfied smile as her pupils gradually lost focus, then slowly began to move my hips.