Fellatio (Part One)
It was strange.
Why did tears well up when she looked at her one and only precious son?
Darin could think of nothing except that she did not understand.
Smack.
A light kiss that arrived without warning.
Slurp.
Then a tongue driving deep after it.
“Mmnh…”
Darin swallowed her sobs behind her small mouth and pushed back with her tongue, trying to force the invasion out. But her son’s thick tongue would not yield inside a woman’s mouth. All she managed was the appearance of willingly returning the caress.
Even the mere sight of his mother’s tear-streaked face was enough to make his lower body throb hard. Once their tongues were tangled, there was no chance he would stay still.
Kael pressed the wooden-hard rise of his trousers against his mother’s crotch, gently kneading the soft curves of her backside as he did.
A solid knee shoved her thighs apart. At once something heavy and scorching wedged itself into the pale space between them. The fierce heat of it warmed the thin cloth covering her.
“—Hhk!”
Startled by that oppressive warmth, the woman jerked her hips back with a sharp gasp.
“K-Kael, wait a moment…!”
“Didn’t I ask you? Do you need more time? You had better decide quickly where you intend to take it…”
She twisted her slender waist the other way, trying to escape—only for a giant’s hand to seize it. Pinning his mother as she struggled to slip free, Kael slowly tightened the circle around her.
“Ugh, stop—ah, hhk…”
Color flooded Darin’s cheeks. She shook her head wildly, not knowing what else to do. The whimpers and little moans of a girl thrashing like a child were strangely alluring. Kael gazed, rapt, at the face twisted between arousal and revulsion.
When the kiss ended and he took her earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently, she trembled all over as if it felt far too good. Torn by too many emotions to master, Darin would try to flee one moment and press herself flush against Kael the next.
She had to push her son away—yet that was impossible. And if she needed something to lean on, the only thing in front of her was that same son.
To quiet the heart hammering without rest, she had no choice but to cling to the solid man before her.
The thick, pulsing head of his cock shoved insistently against the thin fabric, and her pale hips twitched this way and that. At once the soft mound between her legs began to spill hot breath.
“Looking at this, wouldn’t you say I was right? You claim you don’t want it, yet down here you’re giving off heat.”
“N-no. This is just because it’s hot—no, it’s only physiological…”
“Heh. Then shall we pull your underthings aside and see whether you’re wet or not?”
“No—inside, you can’t…”
Feeling the tongue that kept probing her ear, the woman shook violently. Had her body truly gone mad? She hadn’t taken any aphrodisiac, and still heat climbed through her. Darin found her son’s embrace both horrifying and, in another way, comforting. Perhaps it was because the shadow of the man she had long shared her body with lay over her son’s form.
Remembering the frenzied couplings she had recently enjoyed, the soft flesh between her legs began to flutter fiercely inside her thin underclothes. A body honest in its desire parted its small hole greedily, aching to swallow the glans that kept kissing against it.
Ah—I can’t. If this goes on I’ll truly lose my mind.
Darin thought she understood what her son wanted. He wanted his mother to sink with him into the abyss of incest.
If she surrendered her body as things stood, she would have no choice but to take her son below. And if she climaxed again and spilled that sour water from her sex—without even an aphrodisiac to blame—she would have no excuse left.
And if that happened…
What waited for her was a bottomless hell.
“I-I’ll do it with my mouth!”
Darin squeezed her eyes shut and cried the words in a low voice. She was horrified at herself for offering to suck her son’s cock. But it was still better than having sex with her own flesh and blood inside a carriage escorted by servants.
“I-I’ll do it with my mouth, okay? I’ll use my mouth, so please just calm down, Kael…”
“You mean you’ll take it with your upper mouth, not the lower one?”
“…Mm-hm.”
Kael was satisfied with the answer of the girl nodding frantically. What man would refuse when the woman he loved offered to suck his cock herself? He gave his mother one more deep kiss through her lips, then slowly drew back.
Freed from her son’s arms, the mother dropped at once to her knees on the floor. Judging by the sharp glitter in his eyes, her son was a beast gone mad with lust. Perhaps, having spent recent nights with her and learned the taste of sex, the urge had become even harder to endure.
Then she had to soothe him somehow before he lost all reason and took her. Given her son’s bulk, the servants would grow suspicious of a rocking carriage. Better a hundred times to quiet his lust this way—with fellatio.
Even so…
“Ah… why am I even…?”
It should have stayed a thought, but her heart hurt too much, and the lament slipped out of her mouth.
She could not believe the wretched reality of undoing her own son’s belt with her own hands.
Nor could she believe that she was about to willingly take her own flesh and blood’s cock into her mouth the moment it sprang free.
Simply put, Darin could not, by any ordinary sense, understand why she had to do any of this.
Clink.
The belt came loose. His trousers dropped. At once a ruddy cock throbbed free, breathing out a blast of hot air. The man’s scent stabbed into her nose, and Darin’s mind seemed to go numb.
Was he displeased that she froze, even for a moment, doing nothing? Her unfilial son gently pressed his sex against his mother’s face. Darin’s cheek twitched at the dreadful sensation, but she did not push it away.
She would have to take it into her mouth anyway.
Just as she had done for her husband, she stretched her tongue out so her teeth would not touch, and softly wrapped the pulsing glans. She could feel the slit at its tip flaring toward the somewhat rough roof of her mouth; nausea rose, yet Darin did not stop the oral service.
In the end, a child’s sins were a parent’s responsibility.
She felt a gentle hand press the back of her head, and Darin followed that guidance, slowly opening her mouth wider. How sad that even as revulsion swelled at having to suck her own blood’s cock, she still could not bite down.
Sucking the cock of the child she had borne was something that should never be done.
Biting the cock of the child she had borne was also something that should never be done.
Darin closed her eyes tightly and thought.
Then better to break the first rule.
Wearing a tearful face, she fed the thick rod into her mouth and made a wish.
That someday her child would come to his senses and use this sturdy thing to sire descendants for generations to come.
And that he would give that seed not to his own mother, but to some proper woman.
Because her child was the sole and noble young lord of the house of Bayorn.
Suck. Smack.
At last the woman bestowed her first kiss upon the firm yet yielding head of his cock. Yes—this was a kiss of affection. A mother’s way of expressing love for her son. With her mind gone blank as white paper, Darin decided to think whatever she pleased. If she did not want to go mad, she had to forget somehow.
“Haa… that feels good.”
When her son smiled at her with a bright, excited face, she was glad. She had worried she might not manage it well, since it was larger than what she usually sucked—yet he looked so pleased from nothing more than her lapping at the head. As expected, her good son was generous with his mother.
Suck, slurp, smack—with her son’s hand gently stroking her ear to help her, the mother moved her small head and slowly sucked the glans.
Lick. Lick.
With her thin red tongue, Darin carefully lapped even the folds beneath the head of his cock. After tasting it several times, her son’s flavor did not seem so bad.
“To share every first of my life with Mother… I am truly honored.”
Every first.
That was true.
The blue-eyed little boy who had first come into this world had first looked upon her.
The first time that little boy had poured out his suffering, it had been before her.
And after he came of age, the first kiss he had given had been to her as well.
The first kiss bestowed upon his cock had also been hers.
The latter felt somehow wrong, but Darin decided not to think too deeply. Her son was pleased, so she was simply glad. She would regard it that way as much as she could.
Transformed into an obedient woman, the baron’s wife sobbed and scattered tears from both eyes even as she sucked deliciously at his cock—like a small child sucking on a strawberry candy.
The rugged cock was a thick pillar that needed both hands just to wrap around it. But Darin, for all she looked, was a woman who had spent decades of nights with her husband. She sucked the tip of the glans and the underside with wet little pulls while stroking the shaft. Doing both at once was no difficult feat for her.
And yet it was strange. The skilled act she had always performed felt impossibly hard this time. What trembled pitifully was not only the corners of her eyes spilling tears, but also both hands gripping his sex and the edges of her mouth around it.
“Huu…”
The man let out a low breath, then sharpened his gaze. He was grateful, of course, that Mother was performing fellatio for him—yet it pained him that she seemed to feel such revulsion at the act.
“Mother.”
At her son’s cutting call, as if scolding her, the vermilion-haired girl blinked both eyes and looked up at him pitifully. What had she done wrong, for her son to look at her like that…?
“Did you lie to me? Didn’t you say you loved me more than Father?”
Her son’s words clawed at her heart, and Darin shuddered. With her mouth full of his cock, she could not even protest. And what would be the point of arguing with a son blinded by lust?
At that outrageous claim, the mother could only wear a dazed expression with her son’s sex still held in her mouth. Kael stroked the cheek that had swollen to the shape of his cock and declared, clear and cold:
“If that isn’t a lie, then you ought to suck your son’s cock more diligently.”
The woman’s pupils spasmed and contracted. She had thought there was nothing left that could surprise her—yet turning his words over, she found that was not so.
She ought to suck her son’s cock more diligently.
In a way, that remark meant Kael had spied on her marital relations.
Since when? Since when had Kael looked at her—his own mother—with those eyes…
Suck.
Darin gave up thinking any further.
Learning more would only tear her heart apart.
—Bleh.
And so the mother only stuck out a tongue gleaming with spit and precum, and buried her head even deeper between her son’s legs.
Yes.
To prove to her son that she loved him more than his father.