Restaurant Room Indulgence
In the restaurant room overlooking the night view, Labella spoke. “Look, Illien. You said you didn’t like doing it outside, but you’re already this hard? Can you see how it twitches every time I stroke it?”
Startled for a moment by Labella, who had pulled up a chair and was now clinging to him from the side, Marei had no choice but to shudder as her gentle bites on his ear sent waves of pleasure through him. “Ugh… Labella-nim…?!”
“Have you forgotten you’re supposed to call me ‘Mom’? Ren, I think we need to discipline him.”
At Labella’s signal, Illien immediately dropped beneath the table. “I’ll do my best!”
“Marei? W-wait a second…!”
Illien pressed her face against Marei’s legs, rubbing against him. Labella casually grabbed Marei’s waist and lifted him, and Illien swiftly pulled down his pants in perfect sync. Their seamless coordination left Marei dazed, swept along by the unfolding scene.
“Master’s always so healthy~”
At Illien’s words, Marei’s face flushed crimson—far from the composed image he showed at home or in the lab—and he hung his head low. Illien stuck out her tongue, licking his penis in teasing strokes while gazing up at her master with an ecstatic expression, his eyes glistening with shame and tension.
“Illien, th-that’s enough… hngh…!”
“It’s a little disappointing that you’re only looking at Illien when Mom’s right here…”
Labella squeezed his penis tightly, as if annoyed by Marei’s focus on Illien alone, and licked his ear with a sticky tongue while he gasped roughly. When Labella placed her hand on his penis, the loyal bitch simply watched at first, then began rubbing it up and down at her mistress’s nod.
“Your hands are already so sticky… You’re quite eager today. I suppose Marei really does prefer doing it outside, doesn’t he?”
“No… No, that’s not… No… hngh… ugh…”
“Liar~”
Labella’s touch grew rougher. Marei couldn’t think straight under his mother’s hands—gripping the glans tightly, kneading his balls gently while stroking the shaft up and down in a maddening rhythm.
—Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
“You can be honest with Mom. It feels good, doesn’t it? Mom’s hands feel good, right?”
“Ughhh… Yes… Yes… Mom’s hands… feel so good…”
Despite her gentle whisper, Labella’s aggressive stimulation focused on the sensitive head drew honest moans of pleasure from Marei’s parted lips.
“Master, what about my hands? My hands feel good too, don’t they?”
“Nn… Ren’s hands… feel good too…”
Illien’s careful hands fondled his balls with just enough pressure to create a strange, pleasurable sensation, while her cool fingers slowly stroked the shaft, making saliva drip from the corner of Marei’s mouth.
“Hehe… How cute. So? Do you like doing it outside?”
“Yes… I like it… I like it…”
Labella licked the drool from around his lips as if savoring it, whispering sweet words into his ear. She was slowly replacing his fear of the unknown with pleasure—and later, something more.
“Haaah…”
Both women, eager to see the expression Marei had shown the previous night when they had stroked him together, pushed him harder. The fear of being caught mixed with the irresistible pull of forced pleasure from last time, leaving Marei trembling at the waist, unable to even tell them to stop.
“Aah… Hah, don’t… don’t lick there…!”
Every time Labella’s hand roughly stroked from the tip down to the base, Illien’s tongue flicked teasingly over his urethra. As if that weren’t enough, she began fingering herself with two fingers.
“Labella-nim… I… I can’t hold back anymore… hngh…”
“Marei’s holding back, and you’re a meat toilet… Tsk… Well, it can’t be helped. Come up on the table, Illien.”
Illien crawled out from under the table, her fingers still making wet sounds inside her, and climbed onto it, spreading her legs into an M-shape toward Marei.
“Ugh… M-Master… This bitch’s pussy is so… sticky and wet… P-please… Use Marei’s personal meat toilet… Use me…”
Her entrance was swollen and glistening, thick fluids dripping down her black stockings. Trembling under Marei’s gaze, Illien roughly fingered herself again.
Marei swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth at the lewd sight, only to be pulled forward again by Labella’s rough touch.
—Squish, squish, squelch!
“Ugh… Mom… Just a second… aah…!”
“We need to punish this naughty bitch for masturbating without Master’s permission. That’s the proper conduct for a master, isn’t it, Marei?”
Overwhelmed by the pleasure from Labella’s handjob, Marei could only nod, his mouth hanging open as he trembled. He felt like he might come any second, but her perfect pacing kept the pleasure building without release.
—Slurp, slurp, smack, smack.
Obscene wet sounds escaped between his penis and her hand.
“Now, hurry up and punish her, Marei. Quickly.”
“Ugh… S-stay still, Ren… Don’t touch yourself either…”
“Well, I suppose that’s good enough.”
—Squish. Squish. Squish. Squelch…
Labella pressed her lips to Marei’s ear as he leaned against her, lifting his thighs onto her lap. She stroked his penis gently with both hands, as if praising him. Illien watched enviously as Marei writhed in pleasure against Labella’s ample breasts.
“M-Master… I-I can’t… hold on… ugh…”
Illien slowly withdrew her fingers from her pussy. The sticky fluids clung to them in long strands before dripping onto the floor.
“Now, we have to keep punishing her, don’t we, Marei?”
“Aah… Yes… Yes… Punish… Punish…”
Though Labella’s hand had stopped stroking, Marei’s hips twitched uselessly in the air, desperate for more. With Labella still gripping his penis tightly as if to say she wouldn’t continue without punishment, he stammered.
“Spread your pussy… and don’t touch yourself until I allow it…”
“Hehe… Well done, Marei.”
Illien’s face looked as if the world had ended. She trembled, exposing her burning insides, but Marei—lost in the pleasure of his mother’s handjob—barely noticed. She spread her legs wider, parting her dripping pussy as she shook with need, watching Labella and Marei.
“Ugh… Mom… I… I’m about to…”
At the sight of Marei’s desperate, furrowed expression, Labella felt a rush of fluids spill from her own soaked pussy as she reached a light climax. Still, her hand never stopped, stroking him even rougher.
“Aah, Marei… You’re so adorable… I love you… I love you so much…”
Marei, seemingly deaf to his mother’s sweet whispers, could no longer even move his hips. He bent forward, and Labella leaned in with him, pressing her body tightly against his as if embracing him.
“I-I’m coming… I’m coming… hngh…”
“Then cover this bitch’s body with it. Hurry… hurry…”
As Labella lifted her body while holding her trembling son in her arms, Marei’s legs dangled in the air. Startled by the suffocating pressure on his chest, he soon arched his back and threw his head back under her demanding strokes.
“Uwaaah… Aah… Aaaah! It’s coming…!”
Marei’s waist trembled violently before arching like a bow. At the same time, thick, jelly-like ropes of semen erupted from his glistening shaft, splattering everywhere.
—Spurt, spurt, spuuurt…!
Even mid-ejaculation, Labella’s relentless stroking sent his cum flying in all directions—onto Illien’s face, her black suit, her stocking-covered thighs, around her torn stockings and swollen pussy, and across her platinum pubic hair.
“Ugh… Inside too… inside too…”
Illien spread herself wider and shook her hips, trying to catch Marei’s cum, but Labella’s precise, rough grip left her helplessly bucking.
“Marei’s doing his best, so the meat toilet should too, right?”
As his orgasm began to wane, Labella gripped him tighter and stroked from base to tip, milking out every last drop.
“Haaah… More… more’s coming… Aah… Mom… Please…”
“It’s bad for your health if you leave any behind, you know? There, there…”
More thick spurts followed.
—Squirt, squirt. Squelch, squelch, spuuurt!
“Auuugh…!”
After emptying every last drop from his urethra, Marei collapsed limply against Labella’s hand.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Panting, he trembled with the pleasant afterglow, feeling his feet touch the floor. Illien kept spreading and closing her pussy, her thighs shaking. Labella still held Marei’s erect penis.
“Now then, let’s reward the pet who followed orders so well.”
Entranced by his mother’s sweet whisper, Marei nodded. Illien spread herself even wider, presenting her glistening hole to him, thick strands of fluid stretching between her fingers.
“Now, slowly… slowly…”
Like guiding a landing plane, Labella’s hand directed Marei’s penis toward Illien’s soaked entrance. Illien, mouth half-open in anticipation, wiggled her hips closer, thrilled to fulfill her role as a toilet.
“Now, Master is ready, but it seems the bitch isn’t quite prepared yet, is she, Marei?”
“Ugh… Yes…”
Following his mother’s lead brought pleasure. Still half-lost in post-orgasm haze, Marei moved as she wished—more like chewing food already brought to his mouth than acting on his own.
“Auuugh… Master… This female teacher—no, Master’s toilet is ready. Please… please use me.”
Labella, who had been holding Marei back, finally released him. Like a beast freed from its chains, Marei roughly grabbed Illien’s thighs, spreading her wider, and thrust his penis deep into her drenched pussy.
—Squish, squelch, squelch…
“Auuugh… It’s… going in… Master… ugh…!”
—Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Unlike her slightly parted entrance, her inner walls were tightly closed. Marei’s massive penis slowly pushed through the pink flesh, sinking deeper. The flood of fluids inside gushed out around him, soaking both his shaft and the tablecloth beneath her.
“Marei, you should praise your meat toilet too.”
“Yes… Yes… Ren’s insides are… tight… soft… and they’re sucking me in… It feels good.”
“Hiiih… Th-thank you…! Kgh…! Guuuh…!”
As his penis thrust deep enough to tear her apart, Illien threw her head back in a silent scream, gripping the tablecloth tightly. The thick shaft pushed forward like a spear, making her thighs tremble as she arched her neck and stuck out her tongue.
“It’s… it’s all the way in…”
Simply taking him to the hilt sent her spiraling into endless waves of pleasure. Her toes curled, and she clutched the hopelessly wrinkled tablecloth with all her strength.