A Live Mother-Son Incest Show in the Inn Kitchen
Once her stomach was full, Soso's tension seemed to melt away, and she began to nod off.
"...Unni. I'm so tired. Let's talk about what we're going to do tomorrow after we wake up. I just want to rest today."
With Soso's eyes already half-closed, I rested my chin on my hand and gave a half-hearted nod.
"Well, I suppose we should. Go on and sleep first."
I slung Soso over my shoulder, carried her up to a cheap room on the second floor of the inn, and tossed her onto the bed.
Unlike Soso, who sprawled out like a starfish the moment she hit the mattress, my eyes were shining as bright as the stars in the night sky.
Man, being an absolute master really has its perks. I've been flying around all day, and I don't feel tired at all.
My body was bursting with energy, but as someone with the soul of a modern man, I still had one very critical problem to solve.
Having rolled around on forest paths and gotten covered in dust all day, I desperately wanted to wash this sticky, grimy body first.
I headed down to the first floor and called out to the inn's proprietress.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Is there anywhere to wash up? Like a bath bucket or something?"
"A bath bucket? Aigoo, young lady. Where would a cheap inn like ours get something so fancy? We don't have anything like that here. If you really can't stand it, I'll fetch a bucket of water from the well, so just wet a towel and wipe yourself down in your room."
The proprietress replied half-heartedly, handing over a dented wooden bucket.
"......"
I took the pathetic bucket, utterly despondent.
Ah... is this the harsh reality of a medieval Wuxia world? A barbaric era devoid of shampoo and hot showers...!
If we had stayed at that fancy Chunpung Inn from earlier, they definitely would have had a warm bathtub sprinkled with rose petals.
Swallowing my belated regrets and frustration, I returned to the room and gave myself a quick sponge bath with a wet towel.
I threw some clothes back on after wiping down, but sleep refused to come.
Looking down at Soso, who was dead to the world and snoring in the corner of the room, I quietly opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
Since I'm not even tired, maybe I should go get some fresh night air and look around, now that we're finally in a populated town.
But just as I was about to step onto the creaking wooden stairs leading down to the first floor, a very bizarre sound caught my sensitive ears.
...Huh?
I instinctively froze and held my breath.
Slurp, schlick... shlurrrup. Sluuurp.
From the kitchen on the first floor of the quiet, dark inn, the sound of someone wetly sucking on something echoed softly.
"This is definitely it."
My past life's male instincts and my current life's female instincts sounded a loud alarm at the exact same time.
Before my brain could even process a command, my legs were already moving stealthily and swiftly toward the source of the sound.
I gently peeked through a gap in the worn fabric curtain hanging at the kitchen entrance.
The moment I saw what was happening inside the kitchen under the faint moonlight, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Mmph, sluuurp... schlup, slurp.
The voluptuous inn proprietress, who had just handed me that wooden bucket earlier, was kneeling on the floor.
Her face was buried between the legs of a man whose pants were half-lowered, and she was diligently sucking on his rock-hard, angry cock, taking it deep into her mouth.
"Haah...! Yes, just like that. Swirl your tongue more... Take it all the way in, suck it down to your throat!"
Mmm... gulp! Schlup, slurp... nom, nom...
But the man's face looked strangely youthful.
Compared to the middle-aged proprietress, he looked to be in his late teens or early twenties at most.
Holy crap... I can't believe I'm watching a live blowjob right in front of my eyes!
Hiding behind the doorframe, I stared with wide eyes, gulping down my dry saliva.
The sheer volume filling her mouth, the wet, squelching sounds of saliva, the man's ragged breathing, and the proprietress's muffled whimpers...
Every single bit of it was setting fire to the lewd instincts inside my body.
Damn it... if I knew this was going to happen, I should have brought a dildo down from the room!
Bitterly regretting coming down empty-handed, I slipped my trembling hand beneath my silk skirt.
And through my undergarments, I began to firmly rub my clitoris, which was already highly sensitive and throbbing.
"Mnh, ah..."
As I bit my lip and squirmed, rubbing my thighs together, a devastating line erupted from the man's mouth, completely blowing my mind.
"Haah! Mom...! I... I'm gonna cum...! Can I cum in your mouth...? You'll take all of your son's seed in your mouth, right, Mom...?"
Mmm...! Sluuurp!
Instead of backing off at her son's urgent cry, the proprietress shoved his cock even deeper into her throat, creating a tight vacuum and sucking him dry from the very base.
"......!!"
Watching this from the crack in the door, the final thread of my sanity snapped.
Holy shit!! Oh my god, oh my god! I thought it was just a regular affair... but mother and son?! Mother-son incest?!
To think I'd witness a live-action version of a hardcore genre that even divided tastes in my past life's porn, right here in this run-down inn kitchen.
Though a dizzying shock and an uncontrollable sense of taboo washed over me, this female body—reconstructed through Rebirth—was absorbing this bizarre, depraved scene as the ultimate aphrodisiac.
"Ah, Mom! I'm cumming in your mouth! Ugh, aaah!"
Gulp! Gurgle, swallow...
A thick torrent of hot, white fluid erupted from the man's shaft, completely filling the proprietress's mouth.
She greedily swallowed every single drop of her son's thick, musky semen without leaving a trace.
The raw, wet sound of her throat gulping echoed secretly throughout the cramped kitchen.
"Haah... haah... Your mouth really is the best, Mom. No matter how many times I cum, it won't go soft."
"Oh, you beast of a boy. Now that I've let you cum in my mouth, you should go to bed. But... why is it still so hard?"
Wiping the sticky semen from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, the proprietress gave him a seductive smile.
"Of course it is. I'm going to plow your jade gate now, Mom. Lift your skirt and lean on the table. I'm going to plant my seed deep inside your womb tonight."
The son's gaze hungrily swept over her voluptuous breasts and the hem of her raised skirt.
"Mmh, is that so? Then, my strong, handsome boy... why don't you plant your seed until my insides are completely raw tonight?"
The proprietress slowly stood up and walked over to the large, worn wooden dining table in the middle of the kitchen.
And then, she flipped her skirt all the way up to her waist, gripped the edge of the table with both hands, and bent her upper body low.
Her plump, mature buttocks were thrust obscenely into the air, completely exposing her red, wet pussy, dripping with juices, right before her son's eyes.
"Haah... this is driving me crazy. Look at how wide you're spreading it for me."
Panting heavily, the son pressed himself tightly against the proprietress's backside.
Grabbing her voluptuous hips firmly with both hands, he aligned his thick, veiny cock with her soaking wet slit and thrust his hips forward with all his might.
Squuelch! Squelch!
"Ahhh! Ahhn!"
"Ugh! Your cunt is so tight and hot, Mom... Look at how it's squeezing my shaft!"
As he buried himself so deep he seemed to strike her cervix in a single thrust, the old table creaked loudly in protest.
Creak! Thud! Clatter!
Every time the son fiercely slammed his hips forward, the proprietress's heavy breasts bounced against the tabletop, and the wet, slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh sticky-sweetly filled the quiet first floor of the inn.
Slap! Smack! Squelch!
"Haahn! Ah! Son, deeper... thrust deeper! Fuck me all the way inside!"
Drunk on intense pleasure, the proprietress twisted her upper body and threw her head back.
Caressing the cheeks of her beast-like, panting son, she pressed her lips against his, exchanging a long, wet kiss.
Smooch, slurp! Schlup!
Watching this live show through the crack in the door, my mind had long since burned to ashes.
Ah... a mother and son...!
The skyrocketing sense of taboo and the explosive stimulation completely took over my body.
Every time the creaking of the old table matching the son's thrusts hit my eardrums, my lower abdomen throbbed helplessly.
Leaning my back against the narrow wall next to the kitchen door, I unconsciously spread my legs wide and anchored myself.
Ugh... to think I'm using my martial arts... just to masturbate behind a door...! But... I can't help it!
Once my lower body was anchored as solid as a boulder, my right hand slipped past my silk undergarments without a single tremor.
And pressing three fingers together, I began to roughly finger my tight, burning pussy, which was already soaking wet.
Squelch! Squish! Splat! Splat!
Meanwhile, the two inside the kitchen began to shift positions while remaining tangled together.
As the son sat on the edge of the table, the proprietress climbed onto his lap facing him, impaling herself on his cock.
Plunge! Slap!
"Haahn...! Son, ah, you've reached the very depths of your mother... Can you feel it?"
"Ugh, your cunt is squeezing me like crazy, Mom... It feels like your walls are squirming and sucking me in..."
With their breaths mingling so close their noses almost touched, they locked eyes and slowly began to move their hips.
Every time the proprietress slowly rode up and down, a wet squelching sound leaked out, and the son's hands gripped her voluptuous buttocks to match her rhythm.
"Mom... does it feel good? Does it feel good having your son's cock shoved so deep inside you?"
"Haahn! Yes...! Yes...! Yours... is the best in the world, son...! Ah! Every time you thrust inside me... my womb tingles...! Harder... drive your mother crazy...!"
Pressing their foreheads together, they half-closed their eyes and stuck out their tongues, greedily tasting each other.
Smooch, slurp, kiss! Shlurrrup!
The moment I witnessed their saliva mingling and dripping down in such a raw, taboo display, my arousal breached its absolute limit.
My heart hammered as if it would explode, and my lower abdomen trembled so violently that I couldn't hold back any longer.
I releasing my horse stance, slid down against the wall, and crossed my thighs tightly like a pair of mating snakes.
I clamped my inner thigh muscles shut, squeezing the three fingers buried deep inside my core along with my vaginal walls.
"Mom...! Inside... I'm gonna cum inside you...! I'm gonna put your son's baby in your belly...!"
"Yes...! Yes...! Son...! Cum deep inside me... fill me up...! Make your mother pregnant...!"
Slaaaam!!
The moment those depraved declarations and beastly groans hit my ears, something snapped inside my brain as well.
"Mnh, ahhhhh...!!"
Try as I might to hold it in, a muffled moan escaped through my clenched teeth.
I instinctively slapped the back of my hand over my mouth.
Right before my eyes, the mother was convulsing as she took her son's hot, white fluid deep into her womb, while outside the door, I clung to the wall, trembling violently as I was swept away by a dizzying wave of climax.
Gush... drip, drip!
A torrent of hot love juice erupted from between my crossed thighs like a broken dam.
The sticky fluid wet the hallway floor, quietly spreading across the wood.
"Haah... haah... ugh... mnh..."
With all the strength drained from my legs, I slid down the wall and slumped onto the hallway floor.
White stars spun before my eyes, and my massive breasts heaved violently with every ragged breath I took.
Panting in the afterglow of her climax, the proprietress, who was sprawled on the kitchen floor, turned her head and squinted toward the crack in the door where I was huddled.
"...Huh? Didn't you hear something outside the door just now?"
"Haah, haah... What sound? Probably just a rat passing by."
The son dismissed it casually, but he slowly moved his hips anyway, keeping his hard cock buried deep inside his mother's womb.
Squish... creak... thrust, thrust.
Grinding into her highly sensitive pussy right after ejaculation, he intentionally made louder, squelching sounds as his semen mixed with her juices.
"Son...! Not right now... ah, no... haahn...!"
The proprietress shivered and tried to protest, but the son grabbed her voluptuous buttocks even harder with both hands and drove himself deeper.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Your cunt is still twitching and squeezing me so tight, Mom. Who cares if someone's watching? Your jade gate is so delicious... let them watch."
Lifting his mother up in his arms, the son stood up from the table, slowly walking toward the door with his cock still buried deep inside her.
With every step he took, the sound of his shaft slamming against her cervix echoed clearly.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The proprietress's legs trembled violently, and a white mixture of love juices and semen trickled down her thighs.
"No... I definitely heard someone breathing... Ah! Son, that's too deep...! Someone is... really... ahhn!"
"Mom, you're just saying that because it makes you hornier, right? Want me to fuck you harder? Should I fill your womb with your son's cum again right in front of the door?"
Thud, thud, slap... squelch... squish...
The son made his mother bend forward slightly, continuing to slowly plow her from behind as he moved.
"......!!"
The haze of my recent climax vanished instantly, and my mind snapped wide awake as if doused in ice water.
No!! I'm going to get caught!
My heart hammered so hard it felt like it would burst out of my throat.
My legs were cramping up so badly I could barely budge, a literal flood of love juice was pooling beneath my skirt, and my fingers were still soaking wet.
If the door opened right now...?
No way!! My social life would be over!
Rustle.
The worn fabric curtain of the kitchen parted, and the proprietress's face, carrying a heavy, musky scent, poked out into the dark hallway.
But Yeonhwa was already long gone.
Having practically crawled and scrambled up the stairs for dear life, I quietly shut the door to my second-floor room and leaned against it, holding my breath.
My heart pounded furiously, and the afterglow of the climax was still tingling intensely below my waist.
My fingers were still damp, and my undergarments had long since been soaked into a complete mess.
"Haah... haah..."
In the corner of the room, Soso was snoring away, completely oblivious to the world.
I sat on the edge of the bed with trembling legs and stared up at the ceiling.
This thrill and sense of taboo, never knowing when I might get caught... Am I seriously going to become addicted to voyeurism at this rate?
A complex cocktail of dizzying arousal and absurd self-loathing swirled in my chest.
But in the end, feeling my lower abdomen heating up once again, I quietly slipped my wet hand beneath the blankets.
The Jianghu really is... a stimulating place.
