Taming the Teacher I: Labella and Idrien (2)
"See? Now greet her properly. Your mother—no. Your broodmare."
"Y-yes…!"
Matching Idrien’s whisper, Marei answered in a small voice and stepped toward Labella.
"Label… Mom."
At the sound of movement, Labella’s body gave a violent flinch. She stared at him with wide eyes. Instead of the usual warm embrace or deep kiss, she backed away with a face full of fear. It was as if she had seen through every layer of Idrien’s shallow little scheme.
"Mom?"
"…I’ve set the table. Eat. I have work to do, so I’ll be going out."
Without once meeting his eyes, Labella untied her apron and turned to leave. The cold response left Marei flustered; he quickly caught her wrist.
"I have nothing to say to you… Let go. I don’t want to be angry with you."
At the sudden shift, Marei clung to her tightly, refusing to release his grip. The boy’s face looked ready to crumble into tears at any moment. Labella fought down the crushing ache in her chest.
From behind, she could clearly see the trick being played by Ilien’s sister—Idrien—hiding her presence and trusting in her own meager skills. Whether the girl blindly believed in her magic or not, to Labella it was nothing but a laughable parlor trick. Still, playing along for now seemed like the right choice.
A bitch who didn’t know her place and tried to manipulate her beloved son however she pleased clearly needed to be educated. Unlike Ilien, however, this wild mare’s headstrong nature would require a different approach. Labella decided to pretend ignorance and play along with the act. Raise her high, then slam her to the very bottom—only then would she learn her true station.
This sort of role wasn’t something she should have to play; it was the duty of the older sister of that arrogant stud who didn’t know his limits. Unfortunately, that child lacked the talent for such wicked work.
In a direction Idrien couldn’t see, Labella gave Marei a long, deliberate wink. When his expression brightened, she gently removed his hand and walked toward the door.
"Labella, are you trying to run?"
"……Idrien."
Labella’s face hardened like stone. Flustered was perhaps the more accurate word. She shaped her expression deliberately—fists clenched tight, lips pressed thin.
As Idrien took one confident step closer, Labella retreated one step. Why did that smug, self-assured smile look so ridiculous?
Labella took another measured step back, pretending to be frightened.
"Hold her, Marei."
"Ah, yes. Yessir!"
Though the boy still didn’t fully grasp the situation, he had seen Labella’s playful wink earlier. If it was Labella, she would make everything work out somehow. He decided to simply enjoy the moment.
The way she had acted out her resistance and sobs last time had felt so real. The memory of that night—filled with the dark thrill of forcing himself on her—made Marei’s black eyes glitter with eager anticipation.
"We agreed the last incident would remain unspoken. Let’s stop here. If you continue, I won’t stand by quietly, Idrien…"
Idrien still hated those purple eyes that looked down on her. Did the woman not remember how she had wailed and sobbed while being fucked by her own adopted son? How she had panted and moaned in harmony with her? Or was she desperately trying to forget?
Those eyes that glared at her as if she were filthy made Idrien want to break her as quickly as possible. If Marei poured his thick, potent seed into her womb every single day, she would fall pregnant soon. She wanted to see that expression immediately.
"You seem very composed, Labella."
"Shut up!"
The moment the seemingly calm Labella spat out the rough curse, Idrien let out a small laugh. So the act of pretending nothing was wrong had lasted only a moment. The certainty that Labella was afraid sent a shiver through her.
Idrien shoved her roughly. "Shut up? Shut my mouth? After you squealed thank you for using your used-up cunt like the sow you are, you dare tell me to shut up?!"
Driven back against the table, Labella couldn’t withstand the force and collapsed onto it. Fear swam in her trembling eyes, yet her breathing had grown strangely hot. The last traces of guilt and remorse inside Idrien vanished completely.
"Come here, Marei."
Her obedient little brat. Labella pinned beneath her. Recalling the previous mad orgy the three of them had shared, Idrien swallowed thickly.
"I’ll hold her down. Strip her."
"Don’t… Don’t do it, Marei, please don’t…!"
Idrien pinned both of Labella’s hands to the table. The legs clad in black stockings thrashed wildly through the air, as though refusing to let the young boy approach.
Slap!
Idrien struck Labella’s cheek hard.
"Stop resisting, you sow!"
"Don’t…! I told you not to…!"
"Be a good girl and become your son’s breeding bitch… Ugh…!"
Even after being slapped, Labella continued to struggle, twisting violently and driving her knee into Idrien’s stomach. She shoved the collapsing woman away in an attempt to flee.
"M-Marei, let… Uck…!"
As Labella staggered toward the exit, an unfamiliar grip on her wrist made her glance back. In that brief moment, Idrien—having already recovered—drove her fist into Labella’s solar plexus.
Labella glared at her with tightly sealed lips. Both hands were now bound behind her back with what looked like wooden vines. Her supple legs were seized by Idrien, pulled apart, and lifted into a shameful M-shape.
The skirt, hacked apart with kitchen scissors, lay discarded beneath the table. She was displayed exactly as she was—black lace panties and the thigh-high stockings that bit into her soft flesh.
"There, Marei. You should eat nicely, shouldn’t you?"
At Idrien’s words, Labella clenched her teeth. Tears pooled in her purple eyes and slid down her pale cheeks. The sight made Idrien’s legs tremble with excitement.
Whether it was because she was completely defenseless or because the position made resistance impossible, Labella’s lower body was presented before him like a perfectly prepared meal. Marei approached cautiously and began stroking the prickly surface of the stockings.
"Eut…!"
The sensation of small hands sliding along her inner thighs made Labella bite down hard to suppress the moans threatening to escape. Idrien’s second point of interest was how long the woman could keep glaring at her through the long night of this vicious, immoral pleasure.
"Ahng… Eut… Eut… Nng… Ah…"
"Does it feel good here, Mom?"
Marei’s fingers teased the sensitive crease of her inner thighs. Even while gritting her teeth, Labella couldn’t stop the intermittent moans from slipping out. The young boy’s hand moved between his mother’s plump thighs without the slightest hesitation. The illusion that he was actually touching her made Idrien’s grip on Labella’s ankles loosen slightly—but no one present noticed.
"Yes… Uht… Uuu…"
It was only light stroking near her groin, yet Labella’s mature body began to tremble and rock her hips back and forth. Her body was already fully prepared for penetration, but Marei continued the caresses with careful, almost reverent attention, as though he truly were forcing his mother.
"Haa… Haa… Haa…"
Labella panted harshly, her slender chin lifted high as she struggled to breathe. From the moment she began to moan in earnest under her son’s touch, Idrien had released her legs. Yet instead of trying to escape, the woman only pushed her hips forward even more, completely focused on accepting her son’s fingers.
After claiming she hated it and trying to run, a few touches were all it took for her to spill long, shameless moans in front of her own son. The title of adoptive mother was almost too embarrassing to bear. Even a cheap whore pumped full of cheap drugs from the brothel wouldn’t fall this easily.
After climaxing, Labella’s body went completely limp, barely able to draw breath. Idrien both acknowledged and mocked the pleasure that the boy’s unbelievable technique had given her. The most ridiculous sight was how the woman subtly lifted her hips to help the young boy’s clumsy hands peel off the stockings.
Once Marei had pulled the pantyhose down to her ankles, he roughly shoved his hand inside the black panties that were soaked through.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!!
Labella’s waist arched like a bow before collapsing limply onto the table. Her hips trembled violently; she couldn’t even produce a proper moan. It was a truly pathetic sight.
"Mom, you’re dripping wet. Did it feel good?"
"Eut… Uuuu…"
Labella could barely form words. Her parted lips let a pink tongue slip out helplessly.
Idrien snorted and, seeing Marei pull down the panties and bring his face close, gave a sharp command.
"Marei, insert it immediately. No more foreplay is necessary."
"Yes!"
He should have answered with a polite yes. Idrien barely swallowed the irritation that rose in her chest. For now, it was fine for him to answer like a child. She would slowly mold him from here on.
Love juices flooded out like a broken dam. Thick green pubic hair crowned the glistening, twitching flesh. The fully erect clitoris atop the petal-like folds proudly displayed itself.
Into the vagina that had already been spread open by her young son, a finger pushed in once more. Two fingers thrust deep, pulled back, then thrust again. Labella could no longer endure; rough gasps tore from her throat.
"F-fingers… N-nooo…! Uuuut…! Eut…! Eut..!"
"…It goes all the way in so easily? Marei, it looks like Labella wanted this with you too. How much did she masturbate for your fingers to slide in like that? She’s nothing but a rag now, isn’t she?"
The wet sounds of Marei’s fingers plunging in and out filled the room. The way her inner walls clung greedily to his fingers made Idrien mock her without mercy.
"Who did you fuck in the meantime? Got yourself a boyfriend?"
"Sh-shut up… Eot…! Ahut… If you keep pushing your f-fingers in… Uuuut…!"
"Mom?"
Marei knew there was no way she had been with anyone else, yet he instinctively called out to her. When Labella simply closed her eyes and gave no answer, Idrien burst into hollow laughter.
Without hesitation, Marei undid his buckle and pulled out a massive penis that seemed impossible for a human boy to possess. Labella subtly spread her own thighs as he pressed the head against her entrance.
To Idrien it looked like the behavior of a young boy drunk on possessiveness, but knowing the monstrous cock and technique that boy possessed, she could not dismiss it lightly.
"Did you really sleep with someone? Mom?"
"Don’t… Marei… Please…"
"Who was it? Mom? Tell me?"
Labella stared at him with an expression that looked ready to burst into tears. The pitiful, tender look in her eyes stirred both pity and sadism. Marei gripped his cock and pressed it against the flesh that was madly drooling nectar.
"Marei doesn’t like it when Labella does it with other people, right? You want to keep this good-feeling, plump pussy all to yourself, don’t you?"
At some point Idrien had moved behind Marei. She wrapped one hand around the enormous shaft and slowly stroked it up and down along Labella’s slit. Whenever the woman tried to push her hips forward, Idrien subtly pulled Marei back, preventing penetration.
"Let’s punish Labella for shaking her hips at anyone. How about it? Fill her womb until it overflows and teach that sticky, soft cunt exactly who it belongs to. Sound good?"
"Yes, I’ll do it. I’ll do it! I’ll make sure Mom knows her pussy is mine!"
Idrien was no longer holding Labella’s legs—only her hands, and even those were bound loosely. Labella surely knew it too. The urge to flee or resist had gradually faded from her.
What a filthy bitch. Spreading her legs for her adopted son just for pleasure. She truly was a rag that needed thorough training.
Whether she had slept with another man or not was none of Idrien’s concern. But the thought of keeping this woman—who pretended to be noble while secretly spreading her legs—as a pet, with the young boy between them and alongside her sister, made her determined to train her properly.
Of course, this was merely what Labella could imagine. She had no idea that the boy currently trying to bury his cock inside his own mother had been mixing his body with Idrien without pause until this very morning.
"I’m putting it in. That’s okay, right? I hate it when Mom is with anyone else. Mom is mine. Okay? This squelching pussy, these big breasts, this pretty face—everything belongs to me…!"
"Ahut… N-no… Don’t, Marei…"
Labella grit her teeth in humiliation. Shrinking her thighs might have counted as resistance, yet—as if craving the pleasure from the last time she had been taken by both of them—she spread her legs just a little wider.
"Ugh… Eut…! Uuuut… I-it’s going in…!"
"I’m putting it inside Mom’s sloppy used cunt. Yes, I’m going to put it all in…!"
Even as he arbitrarily pushed his cock into Labella’s vagina, Marei continued babbling as though seeking permission. No—he had already stabbed himself deep into his mother’s belly and then asked for permission.