Chapter 22

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 22

Chapter Title: Want to Cum in Mom's Pussy Again

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Mom's hands gripped my waist.

She undid my buttons, then slowly pulled down the zipper.

Ziiiip—

In the quiet room, the sound echoed loudly, making me swallow hard past the lump in my throat.

"...What are you checking?"

I asked again.

"Can you lift your hips for a sec?"

Mom completely ignored my question, slipping her hand indifferently under my ass.

She tugged ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my pants down like she was changing a baby's diaper.

Shhh—

The fabric brushed against my skin.

My pants caught at my knees.

And Mom's face dove straight for my crotch.

"Sniff, sniff..."

"Hngh..."

The situation was way too stimulating.

She'd pulled off my pants, and even though I was still in my underwear, she buried her face right there, sniffing deeply.

"...Mom."

My underwear bulged out.

Blood rushed to my cock, making it swell bigger and bigger.

"Haa..."

Mom let out a sigh.

"...Why didn't you come straight home earlier? Why'd you go out with Su-ji?"

"I just helped her with the recycling, that's all."

It was the truth.

I'd followed Older Sister out to do the sorting.

And after helping, we came back home.

"Then what's this?"

It happened in an instant.

Mom yanked down my underwear, and my fully erect cock sprang out.

"...Ah."

I saw it then—clear precum leaking from the tip of my urethra.

"Does helping with recycling make you like this? What the hell did you do for it to end up this way?"

Mom interrogated me, her tone demanding an explanation.

But my lips stayed sealed tight.

There was no upside to saying more here.

And as if the system wanted to remind me not to forget my missions, it brought up the sidelined sudden mission again.

No reward, high difficulty, and a brutal penalty—this mission was a nightmare.

But thanks to yesterday's rewards, I could breathe a little easier.

With the aphrodisiac and sleep inducer combo, she'd have no choice but to facesit me.

So right now, this was just warm-up.

I needed to slowly heat up Mom's body and shatter any lingering self-control she might have.

"You were just sniffing and groping my body a second ago."

"...So?"

"How are you not getting wet from that?"

I shot up, pants still down around my ankles.

I grabbed Mom's shoulders and flipped our positions.

And then—thud—

"Ah!"

Mom, sprawled indecently on the bed, tried to sit up in surprise, but I was faster, piling my body on top of hers.

"Hnght!"

I buried myself in her soft, voluptuous body, wrapping my arms and legs around her tight.

"Ah, son..."

"Yeah... your son's right here. Feel that pressing against your ass? That's your son's cock."

No way she couldn't feel this thick, rigid shaft through her pants.

I rocked my hips slowly while my hand sought out her breast.

"N-not there... hngh!"

"You said you'd help me out, remember?"

"Not like this, haah... this isn't what I meant..."

She'd jerked me off and spread her legs wide, and now she was playing coy.

"Hngh... Mom, your tits are huge. Still lactating or something?"

I was a little curious, honestly.

Milky tits were a dime a dozen in erotic novels.

"N-no way... hngh! S-stop now, pleaase...!"

Mom bucked beneath me.

She was desperate to wriggle free, but every twist just ground my cock deeper between her ass cheeks.

"Hngh, hnght! Haahk!"

This time, I slipped my hand inside her clothes.

I shoved her bra up and kneaded her massive bare tits freely.

"Haa... You like it too, huh? That's why your nipples are so hard."

The bounce was a touch less than Younger Sister's, but that was only natural.

Still, these were the softest tits I'd ever felt—my fingers sank in like they might melt away.

"Why are they so stiff? You want your son to fuck you, don't you?"

I whispered filthy words right in her ear.

Her face and ears had been flushed red for ages, but I didn't stop.

"Ah... I want to cum in Mom's pussy again."

This was pure, unfiltered truth.

Last time, the system's push had made me creampie her while claiming my dick makes itself.

Now, I just wanted to fuck Mom senseless.

I was only holding back because of that damn penalty.

"Hiih! H-haaahk! Hngh!"

So I got a bit petty.

Frustration boiling over, I twisted and toyed with her nipples.

"How's that? Feels good getting massaged by your son, right?"

I was even surprised at my own filial-sounding bullshit.

"Hnghk! M-Mom can't take... ah, aaaahh!!"

Mom, who'd been holding still, suddenly shuddered violently.

Her hips bucked wildly, short moans bursting out.

"Hngh, hngh... hngh! Haaa..."

Then Mom went completely limp, not moving a muscle.

Just occasional tremors and leaking gasps.

"You came already? For real?"

I slowly lifted myself up.

And inspected Mom, lost in orgasm beneath me.

Stains bloomed across her white pants.

No prizes for guessing where—right over her pussy.

The wet spot spread wider with every second.

"Hngh..."

Her voice was barely a dying whimper.

She was utterly spent, couldn't even twitch.

"Mom, lift your hips... nah. Just relax."

I rolled her onto her side and peeled off those skin-tight pants that had to be cutting off circulation.

Her limp body made it tricky, but stripping her like this was insanely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hot.

Shh— shhh—

"Hoo..."

Why wear something so uncomfortable at home? Didn't matter.

I chucked the pants aside.

"Haa, hngh... hngh, hnghhh..."

Mom's thighs parted slightly as she panted.

Her soaked panties let pubes and labia show through blatantly.

"Given up already?"

"Hngh!"

I tapped her pussy over the fabric, and she jolted like she'd been shocked.

"...You really can't put it in... okay?"

Even in that state, Mom pleaded pathetically.

"Then?"

"...Mom can understand, so as long as you don't put it in, hngh!"

I pinched and twisted her nipple again.

Her thighs spread wider, muscles straining apart.

"What?"

"You really can't... put it in... hngh! Nooo...!"

Maybe my cum was still deep in her womb.

Or maybe she was pretending it never happened.

"You're gushing like this, and you say that now?"

"Th-that's..."

"Why not just be honest? You want your son's cock inside you."

"Hnght! H-haaahk!"

One finger slipped past her panties.

Soaked through, it plunged into her pussy without resistance.

Squelch squelch squelch—

"Haahk! H-haang! Hngh!"

Her thighs clamped down.

Plump flesh swallowed my hand.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

My fingers sped up.

Her inner walls clenched hard around my fingertips.

"Ah, son! Son! Please, stop now, haahk! Son!"

Was she begging me to stop, or fantasizing about my cock? Her eyes squeezed shut as she called my name.

Her walls gripped so tight my fingers started slipping out—then with a lewd pop, she squirted everywhere.

"Hngh! Ah, son! Hnggg...!"

Clear fluid sprayed long arcs, soaking the floor.

Sparking under the fluorescent lights—a real spectacle.

They call it squirting or whatever, but bottom line: she couldn't handle the pleasure and pissed herself messily again.

"Ha, haa... hngh, hnghk... hngh!"

Embarassed, she covered her face—but her legs splayed wider than ever, pussy twitching like it was begging.

"...Mom."

"Hngh, hnghk... haht, hngh..."

Not content with pissing in front of her son, now she was advertising for a fuck.

Part of me wanted to pound her a hundred times over, but sadly, her pussy wasn't on the menu yet.

I moved over her.

Just placing hands on her hips made her lift her ass a bit.

"Hngh... Good service."

I stripped her soaked panties and positioned for missionary.

Mom's legs hooked over my shoulders; my cock pressed against her quivering labia, slicking up.

Shlick— shlick— shlick—

It grazed her thighs.

Soft pubes tickled my glans.

She bucked sometimes, trying to impale herself—scary, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I held off insertion and reached climax.

Spluuurt— spluuuurt—!!

Thick, creamy cum painted her belly.

I scooped it up and fed it to Mom's mouth.

"...Slurp, smack. Sluuurp."

No words.

She just licked my fingers clean, swallowing every drop down her throat.

Pretending to rummage in my pants pocket, I pulled out an aphrodisiac.

"Ah, here."

"......"

"It's that vitamin from before. Nothing bad for you, promise."

Her eyes darted around suspiciously.

Suddenly shoving "vitamins" at her felt off, apparently.

"...If I take that, ah... no, never mind."

"What?"

"N-no, nothing. Ah, aaah..."

Her mouth cracked open slightly, and I dumped the pill in.

"There. Just swallow."

It'd melt fast in her mouth.

But like before, she kept her mouth parted, glancing at me warily.

"...W-water."

Suddenly asking for water.

And kept peeking at my face.

"Ah..."

Then it hit me.

"...Ha!"

I gathered saliva in my mouth.

The pill had probably dissolved by now, but I still dribbled it into Mom's open mouth.

The long strand of spit vanished straight down her throat without spilling a drop.

I left the room without a backward glance.

Hurried to my bed, swallowed a sleep inducer for 30 minutes of deep sleep, and closed my eyes.

By the time I opened them again, the mission would be complete—I had no doubt.