The Witch's Submission
Except for the sparking between Idrien and Labella, there had been no sadistic acts at all in the Audit Bureau. Labella, already accustomed to Marei’s soft play, felt an entirely different pleasure from the careful, almost comforting touches she gave herself during masturbation. It swept her straight over the edge into pure sensuality.
“Hnnngh… hngh… hnnngh… hahh…! Hng…!”
With her chin lifted high, the lewd mother raised her shapely hips toward her young son. She kept gushing love juices without pause, her toes pushing desperately against the floor as if trying to jump in place. Yet her body and mind, slack with overwhelming pleasure, turned every attempt into nothing more than helpless twitching.
—Squish…!
“Mom? Labella…? You came completely.”
“Ahh, that was incredible, Marei. Yes, this is how you train someone. It felt so good. I love you. *Kiss. Kiss.* Labella’s face is completely that of a bitch in heat, isn’t it? What do you think, Marei? *Lick.* She really is a beast…”
“If you lick my ear… hngh… Idrien… my ears… hngh… I think Labella is… pretty…”
The young boy whispered to the elf professor like lovers while his fingers never left his mother’s dripping folds. He pushed them back inside once more, pressing and rubbing her clit with his other hand. Normally Labella controlled the pace, giving and taking dominance at will, but this was the first time Marei had been able to overwhelm her so one-sidedly. Of course, Marei himself didn’t realize it; he simply felt especially fond of Labella today and acted on that feeling.
“Hngh… hah… hnnngh!!”
Labella’s hips trembled violently, unable to form proper words. The weakening stream of love juices suddenly surged again with a wet sound, spurting between her petals.
“Pinch it. Yes, like that.”
Feeling the soft, pink flesh between his fingers, Marei boldly pinched his mother’s clit and gave it a gentle tug.
—Stretch…!
“Aaaahhh! Hngh! Haaaaah!!”
—Squirt! Squirt!
Under her son’s touch, Labella shook violently, spraying love juices from between her spread legs as if a man were ejaculating. Even as he watched his mother break apart in climax right before his eyes, Marei curiously kept squeezing and pressing the twitching nub. When he touched her so directly, Labella really did produce a lot of fluid. A burning curiosity to learn more about the Labella he had never paid close attention to before flared within him.
—Tug… tug…!
Grasping the fully erect clit between thumb and forefinger, he pulled again.
“Aah, aah, aah, aaaah, aaaah, aah, I’m— I’m— I’m coming again!!”
Labella’s mind went white with pleasure. Even while thinking that she was serving her young son, even while knowing she was merely playing along with the playful training of a colt-like meat toilet, she couldn’t hold back. A clear, sweet-smelling liquid gushed straight from her urethra.
—Hiss… hiss…!
“Aah… aah… aah…”
With trembling lips and her back arched like a bow, Labella spread her thighs wide and not only climaxed from her son’s caresses but also ejaculated roughly. Idrien, who had been watching, trembled all over and collapsed to the floor, her own thighs shaking as sticky fluid poured through her soaked panties. Just watching had nearly driven her mad with happiness. She clenched her teeth and forced her body, which wanted to rush at the boy, to stay still. A little longer. She wanted to watch just a little longer—the sight of this lovely boy violating and toying with his own mother.
After her climax, Labella continued to receive Marei’s caresses without regaining her senses. Still locked in that rigid, bitch-like posture, she kept trembling and gushing love juices. The sight looked almost pitiful. Yet Marei felt proud that his own caresses had reduced the woman known as the Witch of the Audit Bureau to this state, and the thought that he would soon enjoy the deliciously prepared body of his mother made his hips tremble.
Idrien noticed that the front of the boy’s pants, which she was gripping tightly, had grown damp. She gently slipped her tongue into his ear.
“Pretty? Hehe, that’s fine too. Well, it looks like you’ve scraped out all the semen. Since she’s just leaking love juices instead now… it’s time to keep your promise and fill her with something new. Use your mother’s pussy thoroughly. Come on, big sister will take your pants off for you.”
Imagining Marei’s arousal and empathizing with Labella’s situation, Idrien began roughly unfastening the boy’s pants with trembling hands.
“Hehe, you’re completely hard. Every time it twitches, precum drips out. How cute, Marei.”
“Hngh… if you grab the tip… hngh… Idrien… kh… hngh…”
Even when rolled in her hand, the massive shaft was so thick that her index and middle fingers couldn’t meet. Transparent fluid was being squeezed out from the tip in long, steady streams, as if ejaculating.
—Drip! Drip!
The spurts of precum, comparable in volume to a normal man’s ejaculation, dirtied his mother’s body. Marei stiffened with tension, kneeling as if anticipating the handjob to come, and placed his hand on the head of his personal meat toilet beside him.
“Now, now, you said the first one goes inside Labella’s pussy, remember? Come on, I’ll guide you. Slowly. That’s it, that’s it.”
The elf professor, herself nothing more than a sex pet for the young boy, was treating her master like a pet in return. Marei let himself be pushed forward by Idrien’s long hand—by the shoulder and hip of an adult elf—toward his mother, who had climaxed like a bitch in heat. He leaned over her body without hesitation, grabbed Labella’s breasts with both hands, and rubbed his penis against her hot, swollen entrance just as he always did.
He was about to slowly push his hips forward, imagining the pleasant sensation of being swallowed into that soft, heated flesh with a wet sound, when—
“Wait, Marei. Just a moment.”
“Let me put it in.”
Idrien’s hand gripped the tip of his penis, blocking insertion. Marei trembled in confusion, but as a greedy little boy who couldn’t let go of Labella’s breasts, he had no way to discipline Idrien right away.
“Yes, of course you should put it in. But before that, I want to ask you something, Marei. What is this place?”
She guided the massive shaft that barely fit in her hand toward Labella’s twitching entrance.
“Hngh… hngh… it’s a meat toilet…!”
“Yes, that’s right. It’s a meat toilet. But before that, whose is it?”
The heat of the hot vaginal flesh against his fingers and Idrien’s rough grip—almost like clamping a valve shut—made Marei’s hips tremble as he answered exactly what came to mind.
“Mom, Labella… no, it’s mine… it’s my personal one now… let me put it in… hngh…!”
“One last thing. Just one more. Can I ask one more thing?”
“Hurry… hurry up and ask, Idrien… kh… I can’t hold back anymore…!”
Seeing Marei panting as if he were about to cry, Idrien finally gave in and sank down completely, gushing love juices through her already soaked panties. With trembling lips, she barely managed to speak.
“Do as I say. Please, Master. I’m begging you.”
Breathing heavily, Idrien didn’t even realize what she was saying. She simply pulled out the version of herself that had become completely subservient, imagining the lovely master who always granted her requests.
“I understand, so please… hngh… hngh…!”
Idrien grabbed the boy’s shirt and pulled him up, whispering something into his ear.
—Squish…! Squish…!
“I’ll satisfy you for a while. Please, Master?”
Marei nodded at Idrien’s actions—both her faithful service as a meat toilet relieving his lust with her hand and her suggestions of even more arousing words and deeds. At the same time, he slapped his palm against his mother’s dripping petals.
—Smack!
“Hnnngh…! M-Marei…?”
Startled awake by the sudden violence, Labella opened her eyes wide and looked at her young son in surprise. Yet her flower petals twitched even wider, gushing love juices more violently than before.
“You’re doing well, Marei. It seems your mother is feeling it a lot. Hit her more. She doesn’t look like she dislikes it.”
“Now I can put it in…”
“No. I told you to keep hitting her until Labella comes. Insult her plenty too. If Labella says she hates it, you can stop. But looking at how she’s panting and dripping, it seems she’s hoping you’ll hit her again.”
Enthralled by the professor’s suggestion, Marei slapped his palm down on Labella’s mound. The moment his small hand struck, love juices that had filled her honey pot spilled out as if being drawn forth.
“Come on, Marei. If you want to put it inside your mother’s pussy, hurry up and do more. It’s because of this perverted mother who enjoys being hit that you’re suffering so much. Punish the perverted mother who comes from her son’s hand.”
“Hngh… Idrien… now… hngh… hngh…!”
Marei showed clear reluctance at the fact that he was hitting not her buttocks but another part—Labella, at that.
“Now? Now what? What do you want to do? Hm? Do you want to pump semen deep into your mother’s womb? Hm? Tell me, Marei. Say you want to impregnate Labella. Hm?”
Idrien knew very well how to handle the hesitating young boy. She gripped his massive penis tightly and restrained his body, which was trying to move his hips on its own.
“Kh… kh… Idrien… hngh… hngh…”
“Hurry, hurry. Punish her. While slapping Labella’s ass…! Hm?”
“A-Ah, I get it… hngh…!”
The pressure from the hand gripping his penis repeatedly stroked and released him roughly. Before his eyes was the supremely appetizing female body laid out, trembling thighs gushing love juices in thick spurts, looking up at him with a flushed face.
“Labella… ah, coming from your son’s hand— you should be ashamed, you perverted, perverted mother!”
—Smack!
“Aaaahhh, M-Marei… why… whyyy…! Hngh…!”
Still not fully conscious, Labella began to be struck on her most sensitive place, yet instead of resisting, she started trembling her thighs as if excited by this new pleasure and her son’s different side.
—Smack!
“Hnnngh… hnnngh!!”
—Gush, gush.
Every time Marei slapped her petals with his palm, the force with which the professor gripped his penis weakened. Marei uttered obscene words he would never normally say and drove Labella, whom he usually worshipped like a goddess, even harder.
“Come, hurry up and come from being hit, you perverted mother. Come quickly!”
“M-Marei… hnnngh… hnnngh…!”
—Smack!!
With her head thrown back and thighs clenched, Labella looked as if she were trying to escape her son’s violence and pleasure. Even without Idrien telling him to, Marei spread his mother’s knees apart and brought his palm down once more on her thoroughly soaked petals.
“Hnnngh…!!”
A pink tongue tip quivered inside her open mouth, slightly protruding. Unable to hold back the moans bursting from the depths of Labella’s lungs—now trained into a lascivious body that climaxed while being hit by her son—she let them out.
—Smack!
“Aah, hngh… aaaahhh!”
“Hurry, hurry and come. Come quickly, you ultra-lewd perverted mother!”
—Smack~! Smack~! Smack~!
The more the slaps continued, the redder her mound became, and the puddle beneath her grew. If Labella had simply been in pain, Marei would have stopped. But seeing her clearly aroused, her petals gushing love juices in thick spurts, he confidently continued slapping her most sensitive place.
“Hngh… hngh… it hurts, Marei… hngh…!”
Labella pleaded with tears welling in her eyes. Normally, the young boy would have stopped in guilt, but now only a male remained—one who wanted to thrust his throbbing member deep into the delicious meat hole before him and pour semen into her womb.
“It’s not Marei, it’s Master, right? Hm? Don’t hold back. Come quickly!”
—Smack!
“Haaaaahhh!!”
Labella began shaking her hips wildly from the continuing pleasure, her plump buttocks jiggling. The soft flesh rubbed against itself, tightly sealing the entrance, yet the overflowing stream of love juices forced it open again, spilling clear, sticky honey.
“M-Master… hngh… th-that’s enough… khh… hngh… p-please stop hitting me… haaahhh!!”
“Isn’t it good, leaking love juices like this? Labella? Hm?”
—Smack!
“N-Nooo… hngh…!”
“You like it, don’t you? A perverted mother who enjoys being hit by her son? Labella is that kind of terrible mother, isn’t she?”
—Smack!
Now moving beyond her petals, he left handprints on his mother’s thighs as well, growing increasingly excited by the sadistic act.
“Hngh… M-Marei… d-don’t say such things… hngh… being hit… hnnngh… khh… hngh…!”
“Mom is a perverted masochistic mother! Coming while being hit like this.”
Labella, too, felt an even greater excitement than usual, her thighs trembling as she once again gushed love juices with wet sounds.