Mother's Lust
On top of that, the massive horse cock nestled inside his underwear boldly outlined its thick, heavy contours.
After a moment’s hesitation he stripped off even his underwear and stepped forward naked toward her.
Watching him approach, Mi-ho lifted her head and looked at him.
It was a truly beautiful body. Beauty and strength, as if a god had sculpted him with meticulous care, radiated from him at once. He was the being she had given birth to and raised, her most precious thing—something that could not be compared to anything else in the world. No, he was a presence beyond anything that could be exchanged for the entire world. He was her everything.
Her gaze locked onto his horse cock. Even in its currently softened state, that thing measuring a full twenty-five centimeters clearly conveyed its dense, hefty mass to her. A look of pure greed for sex slammed into her brain. At the same time she felt the worries and tangled thoughts that had tormented her until now suddenly sorting themselves out. They had been nothing more than traces of her foolish rational restraint against desire. That tiny scrap of reason and conscience had merely been cluttering her mind.
Han Pan took one more step toward her. Slowly his cock began to rise. At the same time thick veins along the shaft stood out like the edges of a sharpened blade. Watching it, Mi-ho felt her complicated feelings vanish and lust flood her heart. Yes—she craved sex. That was her true self. The desire that had been hiding deep inside was her most honest face, the most her she could be. Even if the object of that desire was her own son, it no longer mattered. What mattered was the man who could fill her carnal hunger. And the fact that that man was her son was a tremendous irony, yet that was not the important truth. The truly important thing was her real heart. She had to acknowledge it.
She studied the cock that had come right up to her face with the careful attention of a diligent student, staring so intently it seemed she meant to memorize every inch of it. The shaft was a dark reddish color, pink veins distributed evenly across it like fine lines. At the tip sat a glans that looked like a large, perfectly molded strawberry. The whole heavy mass nodded toward her with every breath he took. Clear, pearl-like fluid was already forming at the slit of the glans.
Still staring, she reached out with her right hand and carefully touched it, as if coaxing a furious tiger. Scorching heat flooded her entire palm. She began to stroke it slowly up and down, like brushing paint. Under her touch his cock reacted even more fiercely, hardening to stone. Mi-ho lifted her head and met Han Pan’s eyes. He wore a confident expression and gave her a small nod. She lowered her head again, tilting it as if to confirm exactly what she was doing, and slowly looked at her own hand wrapped around his cock. As consciousness and action connected, she felt her heart grow calm.
Her fingers closed around his cock and began to move gently back and forth. The friction of her hand quickly turned the skin a deeper red. Soon precum began to seep out. Seeing it, Mi-ho spat into her palm and spread the saliva over the entire length like lubricant. His cock glistened under her spit. The slick surface let her hand move far more easily. As the friction intensified, fierce pleasure spread through Han Pan’s body. Her strokes grew faster. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of her hand working his cock.
Mi-ho raised her left hand and gently caressed his balls. The two soft, small orbs rolled beneath her fingers. She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and let her long tongue dart out to lick and prod the slit of his glans. His pleasure spiked higher. It was the first proper fellatio he had ever received from his mother. A fierce electric jolt wrapped around his entire body, then concentrated again in his cock and balls, dragging him into a world of extreme sensation. Han Pan’s pleasure climbed toward its peak. He felt he was about to come. Feeling his balls begin to swell in her hand, she lifted her face and looked at him. Sensing the contortion of his expression, Mi-ho leaned forward again and parted her lips.
A thick, pig-like grunt of pleasure spilled from Han Pan’s mouth. Intense ecstasy drove his body to the edge. It was an overwhelming experience. He looked down at her. Mi-ho was still watching his face, and a faint smile even touched her lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, aimed it at his cock, and slowly closed her lips around the head. Warmth enveloped the tip. Han Pan groaned louder. The room was filled with his moans and the wet sounds of the handjob.
He reached out and rested his hand on top of her head. Taking it as a signal, Mi-ho began licking the underside of his glans even more fiercely with her tongue. Under the intensified stimulation he felt the urge to ejaculate rising through his entire body. Finally cum exploded from him and shot into Mi-ho’s mouth. Han Pan cried out, his whole body shuddering as he pumped thick ropes of cum into her mouth. Mi-ho experienced for the first time in her life a jet of cum so powerful it struck the back of her throat. She felt her entire body tremble. It was an orgasm. Without even realizing it, she had climaxed simply from sucking her son’s cock. Under the intense, drug-like rush of crossing that forbidden line, she shuddered from head to toe while holding his cum in her mouth. The knowledge that she was taking her son’s cum into her mouth and swallowing it was a pleasure she had never even imagined possible; it set her whole body on fire. She greedily lapped up the endless stream of cum with her tongue, accepting every drop. It was the moment she branded into herself that she was nothing more and nothing less than a creature of pure instinct.
Han Pan gripped her head hard and shoved his cock deeper into her mouth. Mi-ho was startled by the sudden invasion of his massive cock, yet she calmly took it in and greedily shook her face, savoring it. She had never known that abandoning the last shred of reason and surrendering to instinct could feel so joyful. A moment later, when his orgasm finally subsided, Han Pan released her face. His softening cock slipped gently from her lips. Cum still dripped from the corners of her mouth. Mi-ho stuck out her tongue and licked it back inside. Han Pan felt the strength drain from his entire body. It had been a dizzying experience, and an unexpected result.
Mi-ho carefully cleaned every remaining trace of his cum from inside her mouth with her tongue and swallowed it. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she braced both hands on the bed and half-reclined. The earlier anger and confusion had long since vanished. Only now did she understand how deeply satisfying it was to be faithful to instinct. Watching her relax loosely on the bed, Han Pan smiled with satisfaction of his own. His legs still trembled from the intense orgasm, yet he wanted to savor this moment of having dominated her.
They simply looked at each other for a while without speaking. Eventually Han Pan returned to the desk and sat in the chair in front of it. Mi-ho watched him and felt she ought to say something, yet nothing came to mind. Everything already felt decided. The great river had been crossed; only one final, taller mountain remained. Once her thoughts settled she rose from her place. She looked at him quietly for a moment, then opened the door and left. Han Pan simply stared at the empty space she had left behind.