Taming the Teacher II: Labella & Idrien (1)
Marei habitually knocked on the door and called out, "I'm home," before stepping into the entrance hall. Waiting for him were his mother Labella, who always longed for his return, and Idrien—twin to Ilien yet utterly different in demeanor—who had submitted herself completely to him.
"Welcome back, Marei. Want to go on a date?" Idrien clung to him the moment he entered, her voice a sticky whisper against his ear as she repeated the word "date."
The rough texture of her sweater faded quickly beneath the soft press of her breasts enveloping his face. Without thinking, Marei nodded.
"I was worried you'd say no~. I'm so glad." Idrien pulled him into a tight embrace, her joy genuine. It wasn't the crushing, lust-driven grip she used at the peak of climax, but a gentle, affectionate hug. Marei found himself returning it without thought.
"You don't mind if we bring your mom along too, right? Hmm?"
"Huh? Mom too…?"
Though the boy had already tangled his body with both Labella and Ilien in the private room of a high-end restaurant, a date with the two women was still far from routine. Yet Idrien, who had once seemed to harbor resentment toward Labella, suggesting the three of them go out together struck him as odd.
Marei's gaze naturally drifted to Labella. She stood with her head bowed in silence. The perceptive boy realized she was still playing her role and decided to follow her lead. What surprised him most was that she, who usually preferred clothes that hugged her figure, was wearing a coat that reached her ankles even indoors.
"Come on, Labella. Take it off. You have to show your son, don't you?"
"Khh…!"
Idrien laughed as if teasing her, while Labella let out a frustrated sound. Slowly, Labella parted the trench coat to either side.
"How is it? Doesn't it suit a sex slave perfectly?" Idrien whispered into Marei's ear, her hands on his shoulders, her voice loud enough for Labella to hear clearly.
Labella squeezed her eyes shut in shame, and Idrien let out a small, delighted laugh. Beneath the coat, Labella wore nothing but black stockings. Her body was bound with ropes that emphasized her breasts and sex—shibari in the tortoise-shell pattern often seen in erotic books. Marei couldn't help but gasp at the sight of his mother trussed up that way.
"Well? Want to try her out right now?"
The words "try her out" sent a shiver through Idrien's entire body. The sheer audacity of offering her own mother to the boy for his use. The old her would have dismissed such talk as rotting her ears, yet now her thighs trembled with excitement.
She found the sight of the boy swallowing hard unbearably cute and nipped at his ear with her lips. She still couldn't understand what was so appealing about a child like him, but none of that mattered anymore. If she could properly train Labella, she and her sister could remain beneath this boy forever—that future lay deliciously before her.
"Do you like my present?" Idrien licked Marei's cheek slowly. She knew she was no longer the person she had once been, yet the change didn't frighten her. Being honest with her desires and freely expressing her true feelings felt far better than before.
"Aah… Y-yes…" The boy nodded shyly, his hands instinctively trying to cover his swollen crotch. The sight was so endearing that Idrien wanted nothing more than to kiss him and share a deep, sticky exchange of tongues. She no longer felt any guilt over her feelings. If she had been honest with her desires from the start, the past few weeks wouldn't have been so painful. There would have been far more pleasurable moments, and she could have given this boy even deeper love. The thought twisted her lips into a smile.
"W-wait, Idrien…!"
Idrien's hands, wrapped around Marei from behind, moved swiftly. She pushed aside the boy's hands covering his groin, deftly unbuckled his belt, undid his pants button, and pulled the zipper down in one smooth motion.
"You're this hard and still pretending you don't want it?"
She gripped the massive bulge straining against his underwear and stroked upward slowly. Marei's toes lifted off the floor. The heavy weight of her breasts pressing down on his head rose with him.
"Nngh…!"
"A true filial son wouldn't leave his mother—who's staring so hungrily at her son's cock—without filling her hole before a date, would he?"
Idrien wrapped the filthy act in the pretty word "filial piety" and slipped her hands into the boy's underwear, pulling out the monstrous length that defied belief. Labella gritted her teeth, yet she spread the trench coat wider, bending her knees slightly to emphasize her bound breasts and sex as she displayed herself.
Cheap whore. Idrien barely swallowed the curse rising in her throat. Labella's training wasn't complete yet; she had to avoid provoking rebellion. Of course, once everything was finished, she planned to make Labella lick Marei's ass every day and crawl on all fours inside the house—but that could wait.
"Go on, Marei. Doesn't she look delicious? See how she's glistening? Her pussy's already soaked because she wants your cock so badly."
The boy in her arms seemed too dazed to grasp what he was about to do. That was probably why he had first admitted wanting to take his mother. Marei swallowed hard and stepped forward, but Idrien held him back.
"I-Idrien… Why…?"
"You like the present I prepared, right? Then do me a favor…"
Idrien's slender, pale hand began stroking the thick, dark-red shaft that seemed impossible for a child to possess. She pulled gently from root to tip, then pushed firmly upward. Marei's body trembled uncontrollably.
"Aah… Idrien… Uuu…!"
—Drip…! Squish…! Drip…!
Precum began to leak from the tip. Idrien smeared it across her palm and continued her service, coating the entire length evenly.
"Nngh… Idrien… Th-that's enough…"
Despite the boy's pleading murmurs, Idrien's hand never stopped. Pressed tightly against the mature woman's body with no room to move, Marei could only dangle his feet helplessly.
This feels good, doesn't it, Marei? Hmm? Even if you tell me to stop, you want me to keep going, right? Hmm?
Idrien held the boy's enormous penis in both hands and bent down as if embracing him tightly, lifting his body with her strength while whispering sweet, obscene temptations into his ear without pause. Marei exhaled shakily, surrendering his twitching manhood to the pleasurable service.
"Aah… Idrien… Really… Hnn… Ngh… Ngh…?"
Just as it seemed Idrien's pale hand would bring him to climax without rest, she suddenly released him. Marei, half-suspended in the air and robbed of control by the much larger woman, was gently lowered to the floor. The abrupt end of the delightful service drew a disappointed moan from his lips.
"You'll do my favor, won't you? Hmm? Marei? I'll make sure you enjoy yourself plenty too. How about it? Hmm?"
Idrien's face was flushed crimson, her expression sticky with lust, as if merely gripping and shaking the boy's penis had excited her.
"I'll do it… I'll do whatever you want…"
Good. Idrien nodded happily at the boy's instinctive agreement. Swallowing dryly as she met his expectant black eyes looking up at her, she grasped his burning-hot penis with both hands once more.
"Nngh…! Idrien."
"I'll give you the best night. Every single day…"
And for myself too. Without voicing the rest, Idrien opened her mouth and plunged her tongue and sticky saliva deep into the panting boy's mouth. Her plump lips enveloped his. Marei parted his lips, greedily meeting the adult woman's entwining tongue; his penis twitched wildly, on the verge of release.
Her movements were eager but unskilled. After a few teasing licks and firm presses, she finally matched the rhythm of the boy's tongue. It reminded her of how her own body would become completely still once his penis was inside her.
"Mmmph… Mmm…"
Though Idrien had confidently pushed her tongue into Marei's mouth and fed him her saliva, her trained body now rejoiced at having the boy's tongue inside her own, gratefully sucking down his sticky fluids. The thought of violating the young son right in front of his mother brought a different kind of pleasure. Her legs parted unconsciously, and by the time the thong she had worn for today could no longer absorb her arousal—leaving it dripping down her thighs—Idrien finally managed to break the kiss.
"More… Idrien… Kiss me."
"Labella… Come here. Come on, come. It's an order. Quickly, quickly. Come here. Come right now!!"
At Idrien's sharp command, Labella approached slowly, still holding the trench coat open to either side. The way she swayed her hips as if flaunting her body made even Idrien swallow dryly.
"Lick your son's cock. Quickly. Lick your son's cock, Labella, Director of the Audit Bureau. That's what you like most, isn't it?"
Idrien let out a small, pleased laugh. Her unrestrained voice echoed through the hallway near the entrance. Labella bit down harder on her lips; the white of her teeth dug visibly into the plump flesh. Her fists trembled as if she might collapse at any moment, sobbing from her lower lip.
"If you want to suck your son's cock, you have to kneel first, don't you? Come on, quickly. Kneel for me. Director of the Audit Bureau. Please? For Marei's sake, kneel quickly. I want to do it too, but I have to wait until you're done. Please. I mean it."
Labella slowly dropped to her knees without releasing the trench coat, just as naturally and neatly as she always did when serving in the entrance hall. Only her expression was stained with shame and humiliation.
Good. So good. Idrien's body trembled with pleasure racing up her spine. Feeling Marei's penis grow even harder in her hand, she let out a small, delighted hum.
"Go on, suck it quickly. It's your favorite—your son's cock, isn't it? Make the white juice come out. You have to share some with me too, okay?"
What filled Labella's eyes as she knelt was the enormous penis standing tall enough to nearly touch her forehead. Her teeth released her lips, and a small sigh of admiration and greed escaped her parted mouth. The penis cast a deep shadow over her face—its width enough to cover half her face, its thickness suffocating, its length long enough to reach her womb. She swallowed several times.
"I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't take your son's cock in your mouth by then… you know what happens, right?"
Some sort of agreement seemed to exist between Labella and Idrien. At Idrien's words, Labella bit her lips hard enough to leave marks. Idrien smiled crookedly and began counting.
"Ten."
Labella's face flushed with frustration, tears welling in her eyes from shame, yet her violet gaze remained fixed on Marei's penis. She looked as though her breath had caught in her throat.
"Nine."
Her white hands dropped from the trench coat, leaving only the thin fabric half-covering her lust-inducing body. Labella reached out with trembling hands toward her young son's penis.
"Eight."
Though several seconds had already passed with her slow movement, Idrien counted down leisurely. She enjoyed watching Labella's instincts teeter on the edge of reason's restraint, knowing she would soon fall completely into them.
"Seven."
"Nngh… Mom…"
Labella's hands gripped the middle and tip of the massive penis that seemed impossible for a child to possess.