Retraining Mom 1
As soon as we got home, an unusual silence hung in the air. No one was there.
"Rina must've gone off somewhere after her part-time job?"
"Haruna's doing overtime and a company dinner tonight, and Rina's sleeping over at a friend's..."
An Hyeonmi's face flushed even deeper at the realization that the house was empty. She spoke as if she'd known all along—precisely that neither would be around starting this evening.
"Mom... was that urgent call earlier about this?"
An Hyeonmi bowed her head slightly, her eyes dropping.
"No... it was... just a coincidence... ♥"
But her gaze was already brimming with desire. She'd been anticipating this alone time with just the two of us at home.
"Alright, Mom. Shall we get started?"
Her eyes widened. Her lips quivered faintly.
"Huh? Al... already? Start... what?"
"Your retraining, Mom. Erasing the Cult Leader's traces and imprinting mine."
An Hyeonmi's pupils shook even harder. Her breathing grew ragged.
"First things first, Mom... let's get you showered."
"Sh... shower?"
"Yeah, Mom. To wash away the Cult Leader's scent—every last memory of that bastard."
A complex expression flickered across An Hyeonmi's face—mingled sadness, fear, and an irrepressible anticipation.
"Okay. Al... alright, Dojin."
An Hyeonmi headed slowly toward the bathroom. Her gait carried a different vibe now—not the walk of a mother, but that of a cumdump seducing a stud. Her hips swayed provocatively, her alluring movements blatantly on display.
I watched her enter the bathroom, then headed to the master bedroom. It was time for my preparations.
Stepping into the master bedroom, An Hyeonmi's fragrance enveloped me—a subtle floral scent mixed with her unique body odor filling the room.
I opened the drawer by her bed. That's where her secrets would be hidden.
As expected, the drawer held her intimate toys, neatly organized by size and color: dildos and vibrators of various shapes.
"So organized... just like you, An Hyeonmi."
Curiously, they bore the logo of the Holy Cross Wooden Cult—a cross fused with wood. Essential items bestowed upon the saintesses by the Cult Leader. The saintesses had to treat these dildos modeled after the Leader's cock with the utmost devotion, as if serving him in person.
I pulled them all out and tossed them onto the floor. Then I stomped on the one molded from the Cult Leader's dick, snapping it in two.
Crack—the plastic shattered with a sharp sound.
Next, I laid out the new items I'd prepared on the bed. These were the tools to turn An Hyeonmi into my cumdump from here on out.
Water running came from the bathroom—An Hyeonmi showering.
I waited for her to finish.
Moments later, the bathroom door creaked open. Cautious footsteps approached the master bedroom.
"Do... Dojin?"
An Hyeonmi's trembling voice came from outside the door.
"Come in, Mom."
The door opened slowly, and An Hyeonmi entered the master bedroom. She wore only a bathrobe, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. Her face was flushed from the bathroom steam.
"Dojin... what are all these?"
Her gaze fell on the shattered dildo pieces on the floor and the new items arrayed on the bed. Her eyes widened.
"Remember the trash Mom got from the Cult Leader?"
Looking down at the floor, An Hyeonmi's face paled. She nodded slowly.
"We're throwing all that out, Mom. Replacing it with these new ones."
Her eyes grew even wider at the items I pointed to—dildos molded after my cock, larger than the Leader's, along with various adult toys.
"B... but Dojin... this is..."
"Mom, from now on, just obey me. Got it? You're my cumdump."
An Hyeonmi bit her lip and nodded. Submission began to gleam in her eyes.
"Good, Mom. Now lie down on the bed."
Without hesitation, An Hyeonmi moved to the bed. She carefully pushed the items aside and lay in the center.
"Take off the robe, Mom."
Her hands went to the sash. She untied it slowly, parting the robe. Her pale skin emerged, tinged pink from the heat.
I took in her body slowly. Even with her heavy breasts slightly spread by gravity, their heft was undeniable. Slim waist, wide hips, and between her neatly groomed pubic hair, her glistening pussy. Her body was perfection.
"Mom... you're truly beautiful."
An Hyeonmi's face reddened further. Shyness mingled with eager anticipation in her eyes.
"From now on, I'm retraining you, Mom. Erasing every trace of the Cult Leader and making you fully my cumdump."
Her body trembled faintly. Fear and excitement swirled in her gaze.
"First, I'll teach you new rules, Mom. These apply only when we're alone together. Repeat after me. What kind of rules?"
An Hyeonmi nodded tensely.
"Rules that apply... only when Dojin and I are alone together..."
"Good."
I stroked her hair gently. Her ears flushed red.
"Rule one: From now on, call me 'Master'."
Her eyes widened. Her lips quivered.
"M... Master?"
"Yes, Mom. I'm your owner now. Forgot? You're my cumdump."
An Hyeonmi bit her lip and nodded.
"Rule two: During training, you only speak when I allow it."
Surprise flashed in her eyes, but she soon nodded in submission again.
"Rule three: Obey every command I give, no matter what. No refusal."
Her breathing grew heavier. Her breasts heaved rapidly. Full submission shone in her eyes now.
"Rule four: Forget every memory of the Cult Leader. He's not your owner anymore. Only I am."
Tears welled in An Hyeonmi's eyes—not of sorrow, but a mix of liberation, relief, taboo thrill, and guilt.
"Understand, Mom?"
She nodded slowly.
"Say it."
"Yes... Master. I understand."
Her voice trembled, but resolve laced it now.
"Good, Mom. Let's begin."
I picked up one item from the bed—a small vibrator.
"This is your new friend, Mom. We'll stimulate your clit with it."
Her eyes widened. Her breathing quickened.
"Spread your legs, Mom."
She parted her legs slowly. Her pussy was fully exposed, already slick with arousal.
"Mom, you're already wet?"
Her face burned redder. She bowed her head slightly.
"Answer me."
"Yes... Master. ♥♥ I'm wet..."
Her voice was soft, but desire filled it.
I pressed the vibrator to her clit and flicked it on low.
"Hnnngh!"
Her body jolted. Her hips bucked off the bed. Her eyes flew wide, then half-lidded in bliss.
"How's it feel, Mom? Good?"
"Haa... haa... ♥ Yes... Master... so good ♥"
Her voice mingled with moans now. Her body kept shuddering.
I cranked the intensity up a notch.
"Kkuuugh! ♥♥♥ Hieeek?!"
Her scream filled the room. Her body arched like a bow. More juices gushed from her pussy.
"Haaang! It... it hurts, Master... ♥"
"Hurts but feels good, right? Be honest."
"Yes... ♥ It hurts... but it makes me... even hornier... ♥"
Her body, conditioned by the cult's training, craved pleasure.
I pressed the vibrator to her pussy entrance and slid it in slowly.
"Hnnngh! ♥ Hnng? Nngiiiing!! ♥♥"
Her pleasure-drenched moans echoed. She arched again. Her walls clenched the toy fiercely, rippling like waves to devour it.
"Remember, Mom—you're mine now. Not the Cult Leader's. Mine."
"......"
"Say whatever you want from now on. No need for permission."
"Yes... Master... ♥ Mom is... yours... ♥"
I maxed out the vibration. Her body began convulsing. Climax neared.
"C... cumming... I'm gonna cum... Master... ♥"
Her eyes rolled back, mouth agape. Her hands shot up, instinctively forming a V-sign. Ahegao. The Josephine du Bois, First Form was about to trigger.
"Not yet."
Coldly, I shut off the vibrator and pulled all toys from her.
"Hnngh...?! Why... why, Master...?"
Plunged from the peak, An Hyeonmi pleaded with desperate eyes. Her body glistened with sweat and juices.
"Can't let you cum from toys, Mom. Only from my cock."
I gripped her chin, turning her face to me. Confusion deepened into raw hunger in her eyes.
"Pl... please... Master... do something to me... ♥"
Her cheeks blazed, her voice soaked in lust. Eyes half-closed, lips parted.
With my other hand, I caressed her breast softly. Her nipple was rock-hard.
"Your tits are gorgeous, Mom."
"Hnnngh... ♥ Thank you... Master..."
I pinched her nipple lightly.
"Haaang!"
Her body shuddered again. More nectar flowed from her pussy.
"How did the Cult Leader train you, Mom?"
Her eyes widened. Lips quivered.
"Th... that... ♥"
"Tell me honestly, Mom. So I can train you better."
She bit her lip. Confusion yielded to submission.
"The Leader... tied me up... and let multiple men... use me... ♥"
Her voice shook. Tears brimmed.
"So that's why you're used to groups."
She nodded. Shame and submission in her eyes.
But why the virgin kink, you fucking author bastard.
Rage at the writer surged. This unbalanced setup broke immersion a bit—clearly pandering to gallery readers obsessed with virgins.
Fuck it... pretty girls being virgins ain't realistic either.
But if it gets you hard, who cares!
"From now on, you're mine alone, Mom. No one else touches you."
Tears streamed down her cheeks—tears of joy and relief.
"Yes... Master... ♥ Mom is yours alone now... ♥"
She'd surrendered completely.
I removed the vibrator from her clit and picked up a small clip.
"This is for your nipples, Mom."
Her eyes widened. Lips trembled.
"M... Master... ♥"
"It's okay, Mom. Might hurt at first, but it'll feel good soon."
I clamped it slowly on her right nipple.
"Haaang ♥!"
Her scream rang out. Body jolted. Tears fell.
"You alright, Mom?"
Biting her lip, she nodded. Pain mixed with anticipation in her eyes.
I clamped the second on her left nipple.
"Hnnngh ♥!"
Another shudder. More juices leaked.
"Does it hurt, Mom?"
"Yes... ♥ Master... it hurts... but... feels good... ♥"
Her trembling voice now carried pleasure.
"Good, Mom. Next phase."
I grabbed a medium vibrator.
"This one's for your pussy."
Her eyes widened. Lips quivered.
"Spread wider, Mom."
She parted further. Her entrance glistened, slightly agape.
I pressed it in slowly.
"Hnnngh!"
Body jolted. Walls gripped tight. Eyes wide, then hooded.
"Feel good, Mom?"
"Haa... haa... ♥♥ Yes... Master... so good..."
Her voice dripped ecstasy. Body quaking.
I switched it on.
"Hnnngh! ♥ Hnng? Nngiiiing!! ♥♥"
Pleasure-moans filled the room. Arched back. Gushing pussy.
"Hnnnng~ ♥ Leader... haaaang. Leader Leader Leader~~ ♥♥"
"Snap out of it, Mom! You're not his anymore—you're mine."
"...Huh?"
Her dazed expression sharpened in shock as she looked at me.
"R... right. Master... Mom isn't the Leader's... I'm yours..."
