Mom, Become My Cumdump
Becoming an egenam taught me a new emotion I never had before. It was... the empathy only F-cups possess. Seeing An Hyeonmi cry made my own eyes well up. I could guess why she was crying. Being dumped by someone you trusted must feel like absolute shit. Tears kept streaming down her long eyelashes in fat droplets.
Even in that moment, I checked the room temperature.
27 degrees. Warm enough that you could strip naked and not feel cold.
"Huuuueeeng~~"
An Hyeonmi finally burst into sobs. She wiped at the flood of tears with her tiny fists while kicking her feet against the floor. My heart skipped at how goddamn cute she was. Then she spiraled into full-blown panic, barely able to breathe. Shit! A panic attack. I pulled her face to my chest and held her lightly. Her shoulders trembled violently, her massive tits shaking with the force of it, and it went on for a good while. None of her usual poised elegance remained.
As the shaking finally eased a bit, she mumbled, "Do... Dojin-ah, we have to call the Cult Leader... the Cult Leader..." Her gaze wasn't on me—it wandered in circles, staring at nothing. She used me like a cane to slowly stand.
"Mom. Snap out of it. Don't you get it? He's already dumped you."
"Wh-what... What do I do? I... what do I do... Mom... I... now... I won't ever see the Cult Leader's cock again..."
Even in this situation, she's pining for the Cult Leader's dick. An Hyeonmi spat out such vulgar words right in front of me without even realizing it. It drove home the fact that she was the Cult Leader's cumdump.
I let out a quiet breath through my nose.
"Mom. Calm down. There's a way to get through this."
"Get through it??"
Suddenly, she grabbed my shoulders like a madwoman, shoving her face right up to mine. Her ragged breaths carried the sweet scent of jasmine, tickling my nose. "Dojin-ah?" But her pupils were massively dilated, and her snot-and-tear-streaked face was straight-up terrifying.
"What way to get through it? Tell me! Please... just tell me."
"If I become a tetoman, he'll let me back in the successor race."
Grip. An Hyeonmi yanked my arm.
"Tetoman? Wh-what's that?"
"A guy overflowing with testosterone. A strong man... full of masculinity."
"H-ha... but Dojin-ah, you're... so far from that... You love flowers, you're so delicate and..."
I pressed my index finger to her lips. The soft, plump give of them sent a shiver through my finger.
"Mom... do you trust me?"
Her head nodded frantically up and down. I gently stroked her lips, then wiped the tears streaming down her cheek.
"It's the only way for us to become a family again... and live happily."
"What... what way is it! Tell me quick!!"
Her face flushed red as she shrieked, her voice cracking. She was teetering on the edge of a cliff right now.
"All I have to do... is love you, Mom."
"...Huh? Mom loves Dojin-ah so much already. And you love Mom, right?"
"Not that kind of love."
"Not that kind? What...? !!"
Horror flashed across her face in an instant. She clutched her chest, gasping for air.
"Dojin-ah, honey, wh-what are you saying?"
My heart felt like it would explode. I had to force out the line that stuck in my throat. The one I'd rehearsed in my head thousands of times. Something no egenam could ever say...
"I have to prove I'm not an egenam anymore—that I'm a tetoman."
"Y-yeah..."
"And to become a tetoman... I need to be able to fuck you, Mom."
Thud!! I finally spat it out.
An Hyeonmi's face turned beet red.
"Dojin-ah, what did you just say?"
"What do you think the Cult Leader would do if word got to him that I fucked you, Mom?"
She bit her lower lip lightly. She knew exactly what kind of man the Cult Leader was. She realized it wasn't impossible.
"Dojin-ah... you're still young and don't know much. You don't understand... what Mom really is..."
She slowly lifted her head. Her eyes were wet with tears. The sparkle that usually lit them up had faded.
"Mom isn't... the kind of woman you think she is..."
She stammered softly, avoiding my eyes, staring instead at some random flower behind me.
"What kind of woman is that? You're beautiful, smart, and cute as hell."
"No... I'm not... that kind of woman."
Tears welled up in her eyes again. I pulled her into a light hug, patting her back.
"I know you've already been tamed by the Cult Leader. I know you're his cumdump."
She shoved me away, clamping a hand over her mouth. Her eyes bulged in shock. Her nostrils flared.
"D-Do... Dojin-ah, what are you..."
She stammered, her eyes filled with confusion and horror.
"Academy saintess graduate... the Cult Leader's 49th cumdump. That's you, Mom."
"......"
A silent void stretched between us, neither breathing. The quiet dragged on. How much time passed? I finally exhaled the breath I'd held.
"Mom, I'm not the old Hadojin anymore. I'm the successor who'll lead the cult as the new Cult Leader."
I took another step toward her. Reflexively, she stepped back, leaning deeper into the chair. My heart pounded like it would burst. Now for the final line I'd prepared—the hardest one yet. It circled in my throat... I clenched my fist so hard my nails drew blood. Incest. Incest... INCEST!!!
I squeezed my eyes shut and yelled, "I need you, Mom. Become... my cumdump!"
Thump...
# # #
An Hyeonmi had started the day feeling great for some reason. Flower orders were double yesterday's, the weather was gorgeous, and her mood was sky-high. She figured it was a busy day, but her son Dojin volunteered to help out, which thrilled her even more. He even made her favorite steak—how did he nail her tastes so perfectly? His flower arranging was pro-level; she was planning to have him make display bouquets. But now, unthinkable words were pouring from her son's mouth.
It felt like ping-ponging between hell and heaven. Her son stood there with his eyes squeezed shut. Having confessed that he wanted her as his cumdump, his face burned red with shame.
'Become his cumdump? Me?'
She knew how much he'd hesitated to even say it out loud. He was still her delicate, feminine boy.
'To... save me...'
He'd grown up feminine, but he was a good kid. Just like her, he loved flower arranging and knitting at an expert level. He'd sit for hours admiring pretty things and adored cute animals. For such an adorable boy to suddenly try becoming a man...
She'd never imagined he'd drop out of the successor race. She'd dreamed of him becoming a gentle, loving new Cult Leader who cherished everyone. She'd raised him with a decade of affection—not her biological son, but she'd bathed him and treated him like her own.
Blurble. Blurp. Blurp.
An Hyeonmi was flustered. Her pussy walls quivered, pussy juice gushing out in spurts. Her body was reacting to her son's plea to make her his cumdump.
'Ahh... no...'
She felt a twisted guilt that her cunt was burning up at her son's incestuous confession.
"Hngh..."
Suddenly, the pussy juice dripping from her snatch started pattering onto the floor. Drip drip.
'No... embarrassing. I can't let my son see me like this...'
She clamped her thighs tight. She clenched her pussy muscles to block it, but tiny leaks still escaped the gaps.
'No... he'll brand me a pervert mom!'
She looked up, taking in her son's form. He still had his eyes shut. 184cm tall. His shoulders had broadened, his build bulked up. Lately, a masculine scent had started wafting from him—she'd been puzzled by it. His long eyelashes fluttered against his closed lids.
"Haa..."
She clutched her pounding heart. Her hands gripped the chair's backrest hard. Memories flashed by like a panorama: entering the Academy at fifteen for saintess training. Training her pussy to become a cumdump, honing her clit. Relentless efforts to tighten her vaginal walls, growing into the ultimate cumdump. The day she became the Cult Leader's 49th cumdump—pure bliss. The honor of taking his holy cock into her filthy cunt.
Now, a man who looked just like that Cult Leader had mustered the courage to claim her as his cumdump. She felt the tension drain from her clenched thighs.
'Haa... no...'
He looked just like the Cult Leader.
'He really is... the Cult Leader's blood successor...'
Her pulse raced wildly. Her heart felt ready to burst from her chest. His long eyelashes were beautiful. When had her boy become such a man? No... she couldn't think of him as her boy anymore. He was the future Cult Leader.
She'd wanted the new Cult Leader to be gentle and refined. She never dreamed it would lead to him dropping out.
'Still... I have to stop the excommunication...'
She bit her lower lip. She knew becoming her son's cumdump was the only way out.
'It's temporary... I can go back to being the Cult Leader's cumdump later.'
She realized the only way to prove he wasn't an egenam was with her pussy.
'With my pussy... I have to prove it. Prove my son... is a real man...'
A tetoman who fucks his mom. A real man... the Cult Leader's son.
"Hnnngh~♥"
A flood poured from between her spread thighs.
'What do I do... should I just... pretend I didn't hear and accept? What now?'
Her face flushed, she watched as her son finally opened his eyes.
