Chapter 24
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: My Son's Cock Looks So Delicious
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I kneaded Mom's breasts for a good long while.
More precisely, I groped her tits like dough, teased her areolas with my fingertips, pinched her nipples and gently twisted them—devoting myself to foreplay more intensely than ever before.
"Hng... ha... i-it tickles, I said..."
Mom's reactions never changed.
It was clearly a moan laced with coquettish charm, her body writhing like she was burning with desire, but she never reached out to me first.
"Hng! N-not there...!"
So this time, my hand slid down from her side.
It caught on her wide hips, teasingly tugged at her pajama bottoms—tick-tick—then slipped inside.
Inside her pants wasn't just wet; it was downright sticky.
The air brushing her skin felt scorching.
And her soft panties were already soaked through, slimy with her juices.
Snap—
The rubber waistband of her pajama pants snapped loudly.
I slowly stroked her lower belly with my hand, then slid even lower.
This time, I pulled her pants and panties forward together to slip my hand in.
My palm brushed against coarse, wiry pubic hair.
My fingertips touched squishy labia.
"Mom... you're absolutely drenched."
"U-ung... that's 'cause my s-son keeps touching me like this..."
It was like she was stating the obvious: one plus one equals two.
As if her pussy getting soaked from my touch was the most natural thing in the world.
Squelch— squelch—
"Hng! Ha, haaaang..."
My fingers plunged into Mom.
Hot, warm flesh wrapped around them.
Her vaginal walls started squeezing with wet squelch-squelch sounds.
Stroke— stroke— stroke—
She didn't let my hips stay idle either.
She wedged my fully swollen cock between her ass cheeks—over my pants—and rocked back and forth.
"Haa... ha, haa... hng!"
The room filled with the rustle of clothes brushing and Mom's lewd moans.
I didn't neglect crooking my fingers to scrape her inner walls either.
"Mom, you like it? When your son scratches that itchy spot for you?"
"Uuuung...!"
She shook her head furiously, denying me.
But her pussy hole was begging for my cum, desperately clinging to my fingers.
Squelch— squelch— squelch— squelch—
Her thighs clamped tight, crushing my hand.
There was no way I could hate being smothered by that soft flesh.
Naturally, I shook my hips faster between her spreading ass cheeks.
Slap— slap— slap— slap—
Then I felt it in my fingers.
Her walls began to tremble faintly.
Squeeze— squeeze— pushing my fingers out.
Thrust—
I drove my fingers even deeper.
Mom threw her head back, her body shuddering violently.
Her massively swollen clit tickled my palm as she collapsed sideways like a puppet with cut strings.
A dying gasp burst out, soon replaced by heavy panting filling the room.
Squirt— squirt-squirt—
The juices soaking my palm were warm.
Her thighs had long since gone limp around my wrist, but her pussy was still nibbling at my fingers, savoring the afterglow.
"...Mom?"
"He... hng, hng... huuuung..."
Squelch—! Squelch—!
"Kyaaah!!"
"Shh! They'll hear you outside. What do you think Seo-hyun and Sis would say if they knew Mom was like this?"
"Th-that's...!"
"Shh, I said be quiet."
Somehow finding strength in her near-lifeless body, she squirmed.
I hugged her from behind, calming her heaving form.
Then, with my hand drenched in her pussy juices, I grabbed my waistband and yanked my pants down.
This time, I dragged Mom's pants and panties down in one go.
"...You gonna... do it?"
"Do what?"
Her voice was subtle.
To my ears, it sounded like she was begging me to fuck her quick—was I imagining it?
If you insert first, it will be considered a failure, and annihilation on failure.
I reminded myself of the penalty.
If you insert first, it will be considered a failure, and annihilation on failure...
This meant that if I somehow managed to fall asleep right before insertion, maybe it wouldn't count.
There didn't seem to be any other way anyway.
"Mom, spread your pussy."
"...Wh-what!?"
"You heard me. Spread that cunt hole wide. Your son's gonna fuck it raw."
I spouted the kind of filthy talk you'd only see in erotic novels.
But Mom trembled violently in response.
And my cock swelled like it might burst from my own words.
"I said my little sister's mine to make, right? And I named the fourth daughter already?"
I muttered whatever came to mind as I thrust my hips between her ass cheeks.
The glans brushed soft skin, slick pussy juices, spongy labia, wiry pubes—and her thighs clamped tighter, trying to block my intrusion.
"...I said spread it more."
"Hng, kyaaaang!"
I slid my hand down and squeezed her clit hard.
Mom let out a guttural scream, and I started twisting it between my fingers.
"N-nooo... st-stop!!"
A woman's body has countless sensitive spots.
Lips, tongue, neck, ears, eyes, tits, nipples, navel, ass, and so on.
But none reacted as instantly as her clit.
"Ah, son! Mom's gonna pee...! St-stop! Nooo!!"
Mom's body twisted wildly until one leg shot up, striking a pose like a dog taking a piss.
Panting and begging for mercy—saying she was sorry, please stop—I finally released her clit.
"You should've done that from the start. Why make us both struggle?"
"Hng, hng... hng, hup..."
My glans touched her pussy hole.
The pulsing labia gaped wide—stretch—like it wanted to swallow me whole.
"And if we have a daughter, how about naming her Park Ji-eun after you, Mom? What do you think?"
"U, uuung!"
She spread her legs wide—her pussy already soaked—but shook her head furiously at my words.
"Bad name? I think your name's great, though. Choi Ji-eun..."
I thrust my hips forward.
The glans grazed past her hole.
"Hng! Hng!"
I gauged the timing.
When should I take the sleep inducer and pass out?
Now? A bit longer? Or get Mom on top?
Even with the aphrodisiac, Mom was unusually passive today, and it bugged me.
Yesterday, she'd shaken her hips on her own to line up her pussy with my glans...
I was careful not to insert by accident.
To torment her further, I rubbed our lower bodies together for stimulation.
"You want to fuck your son too, right, Mom? You want my cock in your pussy hole. Admit it."
"N-nooo..."
"Liar. Then why are you gushing so much pussy juice? Huh? Be honest. You wanna fuck me?"
She kept shaking her head, denying it.
I wanted her to at least pretend to give in and nod right now, but it was no use.
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(Mom, Choi Ji-eun)
Every time my son's hand brushed my body, I barely swallowed the moans threatening to burst out.
His hands were too skilled—kneading my body like a toy, feeling so good I could hardly stay sane.
And I desperately wanted him inside me.
This wasn't enough; my insides still felt achingly empty...
But my son, oblivious to my desperation, just kept teasing me.
I wished he'd stop asking and just shove it in...
But I couldn't bring myself to beg for it.
If I admitted it, everything between me and my son would change forever.
So I couldn't acknowledge these feelings.
I suffered in silence for a moment, holding my breath—until the thrusting against my ass from behind suddenly stopped.
The hands fondling my breasts stopped.
The hands stroking below stopped.
My son's vulgar questions from behind stopped.
It was like the world had frozen.
"...Son?"
It was as quiet as if he were asleep.
Regular breathing echoed through the room.
Was he testing me? How else could he fall asleep so fast?
I figured he was pretending.
So I stayed perfectly still.
"......Son?"
But it was too quiet.
And the silence dragged on too long.
I slowly turned to check on him.
I saw my son with his eyes closed.
Warm breath blew from his nose and mouth.
"...Are you asleep?"
"......"
I asked carefully.
No response came.
"Ha, haaa..."
My aching body naturally turned its gaze to my son's cock.
There it was—shrunken small like a deflated balloon.
"You're really asleep?"
I poked his shoulder—tap-tap—then prodded his chest.
No reaction.
My hand grew bolder, sliding lower.
"Son... you're really asleep? Huh?"
It glistened with my juices.
Right now, it was a cute size that fit perfectly in one hand.
Stroke— stroke—
"Really... asleep?"
I felt my son's cock—warm like a hand warmer.
"If you're pretending, you're gonna get in trouble..."
My patience had run out long ago.
My self-control was at its limit.
I slowly slid down.
My eyes met his firm chest, smooth abs, bushy pubes, and that adorably shaped cock.
"...It used to be so much smaller when you were little..."
Of course it was.
Back then, it was only as big as my finger.
Stroke— stroke— stroke—
The soft cock gradually stiffened.
I could feel power surging into it.
Stroke—! Stroke—! Stroke—!
So I moved my hand faster.
My son's cock was growing bigger by the second.
"If you... wake up... say something... okay?"
I worried he might think I was weird.
But that worry paled against how delicious his cock looked.
Gulp...
I licked my lips and slowly brought my head forward.
Opened my mouth just a little... stuck out my tongue... and licked up from the base of his glans.