A Devoted Son
Tang Suryeon could not hide her embarrassment as she held the garment she had received from the shopkeeper. The one-piece dress, with its fluttering hemline, looked as though it would cling tightly to her figure, threatening to accentuate her curves far too provocatively. From the short skirt to the sleeveless design that left her shoulders completely bare, it felt entirely inappropriate for her. It might suit the young, rising stars of the Jianghu, but for Tang Suryeon, who was nearing her fifties, she couldn't shake the feeling that wearing this would be utterly scandalous.
She feared that if she showed herself in it, her children would scold her for acting so shamelessly. No, my son would probably praise his mother, calling me beautiful... but my daughters won't. They'll think I'm being ridiculous and feel embarrassed for me. Although she had undergone the external cultivation of the Jiangshi Art and achieved the Transcendent Realm, experiencing a complete Reconstitution of Bones and Marrow that left her skin as elastic and her figure as shapely as her daughters', she still wondered if flaunting her body at her age was a form of public humiliation. If her daughters begged her not to wear it, she wouldn't have the strength to bear it. Nor did she want to show Tang Hwi a pathetic, self-conscious display of her agonizing over her age.
I shouldn't wear this. It's best to return it to the shopkeeper and say it doesn't suit me. Just as Tang Suryeon made up her mind and prepared to take off the garment she had tried on— Click. The lock of the changing room door slid open via Void Grab. Using a high-level technique like Void Grab just to open a changing room door was absurd enough, but what truly shocked Tang Suryeon was the person who had done it. Naturally, only Tang Hwi was capable of such a feat here, and the problem was that her daughters and the shopkeeper were right outside.
Tang Hwi slipped into the changing room in an instant, relocked the door, and cast an energy barrier. "Son! What on earth do you think you're doing?!" "Don't worry, mother. I'm wearing a human-skin mask right now, and I've already bribed the shopkeeper. Neither Sister nor Ga-in will have any idea that we're playing with fire in here." "Playing with fire...?!"
Tang Suryeon, who knew all too well what that "playing with fire" implied, glared at him reproachfully, but Tang Hwi didn't care. He knew she didn't actually dislike coupling with him; she was merely hesitant because she was worried about others finding out. "Mother." "Ah...!"
Tang Suryeon stood turned away, as if reluctant to show herself looking so scandalous, but Tang Hwi gently ran his hand down her spine. He stroked her back with a feather-light touch, teasing her skin on purpose, before suddenly pulling her shivering body into a tight embrace.
Tang Suryeon cursed the thin fabric of the dress. Through it, she could feel his erect, rigid shaft pressing boldly between her buttocks. Even with his trousers and her dress separating them, his overflowing yang energy made the searing heat of his cock transfer directly to her flesh. It felt as though the massive dimensions of Tang Hwi's erection were being branded right onto her backside.
That wasn't all. Tang Hwi's hands, wrapped around her waist, began to wander toward more sensitive areas. Because the dress was so tight-fitting, she had taken off her breast-wrap. Tang Suryeon trembled as her son's large hands began to knead her breasts, reshaping them beneath his palms. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have left her breast-wrap off, even if her inverted nipples usually kept them from showing through the fabric.
"Ah...! Nnh...! Ahh...!" "I've set up an energy barrier. You can... make as much noise as you want." "Son... not here. You really mustn't...!" At Tang Hwi's seductive whisper, tempting her to plunge into pleasure with him, she begged in a breathless, heated voice.
"Ga-hui and Ga-in are right outside! Doing this openly in someone else's shop is...!" "I'm wearing a human-skin mask anyway. As long as the shopkeeper doesn't find out who we are, it's fine." "But still...! Ah?!"
Because she kept resisting, Tang Hwi made a sudden move, sliding his hand downward. He slipped beneath her short skirt, which barely reached her thighs, and pressed his fingers firmly against her undergarment. While caressing her breasts with one hand, he worked his fingers over her underwear before taking the next step. He slid the fabric covering her groin to the side, tucking it into her thigh crease, and gently slipped his fingers inside. Her pussy, already dripping wet and aroused, eagerly welcomed Tang Hwi's fingers. Held fast in her son's embrace while her breasts and slit were toyed with, Tang Suryeon's hips shuddered violently.
"Haaah...! Son! My son!" "You like it too, Mother. Your body is reacting so well. *Nom.*" "Ohh...! ♡" Tang Hwi bit her earlobe, pressing Tang Suryeon tightly against him. Knowing exactly how to drive her crazy, he relentlessly teased and tormented the spots he knew she loved. Shuddering from the dual waves of pleasure hitting her from above and below, Tang Suryeon could do nothing but let her juices flow freely between her thighs. She was dripping all over the changing room floor, but she was in no state to care about that.
"Son... ♡ You shouldn't tease your mother like this...! Ahhn! ♡" With her face now melted into an expression of pure, shameless lust, Tang Suryeon caught a glimpse of herself in the bronze mirror of the changing room and gasped. Ah... ♡ Because of the expressionless human-skin mask, her flushed, submissive face was hidden. However, her ragged, hot breaths, the glistening fluids dripping between her thighs, and the way her body writhed helplessly as his thick hands cupped her breasts and reached up her skirt—it was the picture of a female in heat. Even without seeing her facial expression, she was forced to realize just how depraved she had become.
She hadn't even been penetrated yet by that massive cock—a weapon designed to reduce any woman to a breeding pet. Yet, under the touch of her own biological son, Tang Hwi, she was far more aroused than she had ever been during her couplings with Namgung Bu-ryun. Her reflection in the full-length mirror looked so incredibly delicious, a vulgar but undeniably accurate description. Through the mirror, Tang Hwi was staring intently at her. Though his face was hidden, the burning lust radiating from his eyes behind the mask made her heart race. Thump. Thump. Thump. Perhaps he felt her rapid heartbeat pressing against his chest.
"Mother. Your heart is beating so fast... and yet you still lie and say you don't want this?" "That's, that's not it...!" Squeeze. "Haaah...!!" Tang Suryeon tried to make an excuse, but as Tang Hwi pinched her nipple hard through the fabric, she arched her back, stood on her tiptoes, and squirted a fountain of fluid. A pleasure so intense it threatened to white out her mind struck her brain like lightning. Her reflexively arching hips and curling toes seemed to warn her to objectively acknowledge the state she was in.
Tang Suryeon barely managed to steady her trembling body and looked back at the mirror. There, she saw her nipples poking prominently through the fabric, a sight so lewd that anyone would mistake her for a woman in heat. He pinched the hard buds between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them with such exquisite pressure. Even though he had taken his hand out of her pussy, Tang Suryeon continued to secrete fluids as if her clit were still being rubbed. "Ahhn! ♡"
"Phew. That was exhausting." The shopkeeper had been talking his head off to Tang Ga-hui and Tang Ga-in. Treating them with the utmost deference, as if they were the matriarchs of a prestigious clan, he did his absolute best to recommend various outfits. He flattered them endlessly, suggesting that multiple dresses suited them perfectly rather than just one. Thanks to the constant trying on of clothes, the sisters didn't question Tang Suryeon's absence. The shopkeeper had already told them that she had taken a new dress and gone into a changing room. He felt he had handled the situation brilliantly. With this, I've certainly earned that night-luminescent pearl, Young Master.
Slide. The door to the second changing room opened, and Tang Ga-hui stepped out. She was holding the recommended dress in her hands. Fearing she might not have liked it, the shopkeeper couldn't help but ask cautiously, "My lady, did the dress not suit your fancy?" "No, it's not that..." Tang Ga-in glanced toward the changing room and said, "Recommend me an outfit with subtle exposure, something that would make that man want to pounce on me." She was openly demanding a revealing, seductive outfit. The reason she wanted such a scandalous dress was obvious. Young Master. You are a scoundrel, but I must say this one thing. The shopkeeper, a bachelor of thirty years, felt a deep, burning envy. I am so damn jealous! And he wasn't joking.
"Son...! My son...!" Unconsciously, she pushed her hips backward. Perhaps frustrated that his erection was still trapped inside his trousers, she took the initiative to grind her buttocks against his shaft. She rubbed herself against him, sending him a burning, passionate gaze through the mirror. But she didn't say it out loud. The moment she voiced her desire, all the resistance she had put up so far would be reduced to nothing more than a female's coquettish whining.
It was at that moment. "Mother." "Y-yes?" Tang Hwi stopped his hands. He pulled away from her breasts and stepped back from Tang Suryeon. In an instant, all stimulation vanished. All that remained was the unquenched, burning lust that had consumed her body. "Do you want it?" That was all Tang Hwi said. Faced with his attitude, which made it clear that no further debate was necessary, Tang Suryeon couldn't help but look at her son with resentful eyes. But I can't take it anymore. My body is burning up...
If she went outside without resolving this, today's outing would be a disaster. How could she do anything when she would be thinking about Tang Hwi's cock all day? Soon, Tang Suryeon slowly moved her hands. She pinched the hem of her already short skirt and lifted it up, exposing her intimate parts. "Haa... ♡ Haaah... ♡" Though mother and son were facing the same direction, the mirror allowed Tang Hwi to see the entire view perfectly. "Son... ♡ Will you satisfy your mother's... this failed mother's pussy?" "Yes." Behind the human-skin mask, a wicked smirk played on Tang Hwi's lips. "Of course I will."