The Mother Who Seduces Her Son
"Haah🤍Haah🤍Haah🤍Haah🤍"
The moment Jihee stepped into her son's room, the sight of him—so thoroughly, unapologetically male—shattered whatever composure she had left.
That's rebellion!!🤍🤍
He wore nothing but underwear, his erect cock brazenly on display without the slightest attempt to hide it, and the sheer arrogance of the pose made her feel, almost instinctively, as if she had already become a submissive bitch. She was a little sweaty from rushing home and had meant to shower first, yet every thought in her head had collapsed into a single urgent need: obey her son's command at once.
"Aaaah🤍What should I put on? If I don't get dressed fast enough, Son might scold me~🤍"
His order that she come to him in nothing but underwear left no room for refusal. The way he had spanked her ass hard enough to make it crack, the commanding presence of him—it was exactly the Master she had always imagined, and she slipped into obedience as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I don't think I can ever act high-and-mighty with my son again🤍
Until now she had still managed to play the mother, speaking firmly enough that he would listen. But if she ever tried to push back and he answered with the same raw dominance he had just shown her, she already knew she would not be able to refuse. No matter how hard she pretended strength on the surface, she could never hide her true nature from herself.
The first adult video she had ever watched in high school—something about a master-and-slave relationship between a man and a woman—had burned itself into her and permanently shaped both her view of sex and her own deepest leanings.
What am I going to do🤍I actually have a Master of my own now🤍🤍🤍
Ever since those SM videos in high school, her secret dream had been to become someone's slave. She had studied and clawed her way to success for two reasons: so that one day she could offer everything she had achieved to her future Master, and so that she could live the double life she craved—by day the proud, successful woman, by night a vulgar slave being thoroughly broken in.
For all her polished exterior she was a hopeless masochist. When she married her former husband she had truly believed her dream was about to come true. She had started her company while still in university, found success almost overnight, and lived in luxury at a young age. The physical strain had been real, but she became the kind of woman every man wanted. Then she met the man she thought was "manly"—a mid-level executive at a solid company—and married him almost at once.
She had expected the miserable, degraded life of a slave she had always yearned for. Her husband never delivered. In bed he was painfully conservative, poorly endowed, and, despite his masculine exterior, hopelessly premature.
Jihee had despaired. From the outside their household looked richer and happier than most, yet every single day she had to drown her unsatisfied hunger in hard, desperate masturbation. After Dohee and Seohee were born, her husband left their lives for good—tragically, permanently.
At first she considered remarrying, but looking at her daughters she finally abandoned her abnormal dream and tried to live an ordinary life. Years later she met Heetae. She raised him like a son, only to fall completely under his spell; the desires she had buried came roaring back, and now they had reached this point.
"That's right… I lived all this time just to become my son's… Heetae's woman🤍"
The words were unspeakably unethical, yet after more than a decade of waiting she could not let this chance slip away. Body and mind had already reached their limit; submitting to someone, living a wretched and shameful life, had become the very reason she still drew breath.
"This should satisfy Young Master🤍"
She chose the most provocative lingerie she owned, felt the hot throb of her freshly spanked ass, and left the room with the trembling hope that tonight her lifelong dream would finally come true.
Mother walked toward me exactly like a whore trying to seduce a man, hips and breasts swaying with every step.
"Son~ Is there anything you want to look at?"
She turned her back so her ass faced me, bent at the waist as if searching for the remote, and deliberately wiggled that enormous rear right in front of my face.
"Now where did the remote go~"
She no longer even bothered to hide her intentions. I almost jumped her right then, but she still hadn't begged for it herself—she was only acting as if she wanted me to take her. Not yet.
I still had almost no experience with women. I wanted my first time done properly. If I simply lost control and mounted her, I would probably finish in shameful seconds, leave only myself satisfied, and hand the initiative straight back to her.
The desire to corrupt Mother completely, to turn her into my personal bitch, was the only thing giving me the self-control to wait.
I can still get some relief thanks to Mother, but she can't!
She was using "sex education" as an excuse to feed her own hunger. Because she only ever got indirect stimulation, the pressure inside her had to be climbing higher every day. I was using her body to bleed off a little of my own lust; she was the one who would break first.
If Mother reaches the point where she can't hold back anymore, then even I can manage!
In her current state I had no confidence I could satisfy her. But a mother in heat, driven to the absolute limit—then there was a chance we could both walk away happy.
I have to endure for now.
That absurdly round, taut ass swinging in front of my eyes was pure violence. One cheek still glowed red from my earlier spank, as if I had already marked it as mine. My cock twitched and begged to bury itself inside her, but I forced myself to stay still.
"Found it🤍"
After roughly a minute of pretend searching she picked up the perfectly visible remote from the little table and, when I still gave her no reaction, sat down right beside me.
Her body was impossibly smooth and firm for a forty-one-year-old. A faint sheen of sweat and her natural scent clung to her, yet nothing about it was unpleasant; if anything she smelled like a bitch in heat.
Mother's ridiculously turned on too.
Her bra still barely covered her nipples, but they had swollen so hard with arousal that they were almost pushing the fabric up. Before I realized it my hand was already cupping and squeezing one heavy breast.
"Ahn🤍"
The moan that left her mouth was pure bar-girl coquetry. She smiled with lewd delight and simply allowed my hand to stay.
"Son, missing Mommy again?"
She leaned closer and whispered straight into my ear, looking for all the world like a succubus set on seducing a man.
"Yeah. So suck it. Right now."
"Eut🤍Okay🤍"
Clearly pleased by the order, Mother dropped to her knees in front of me, hooked her fingers into my underwear, and pulled it down, freeing my fully erect cock.
"Mommy's going to suck Son's cock for you now🤍"
She reported it like a good slave, then took me into her mouth without a second's hesitation and began to suck with greedy, wet hunger.
"Churp🤍Juuuup🤍Haeng🤍Uup🤍"
"Ugh!"
Her cheeks hollowed with the force of the suction. Before she had only managed about half my length; now she was using her throat, swallowing me almost to the root. Whatever patience she had shown last time was gone. The pleasure was incomparable.
She worked me with mouth, tongue, and throat as if she meant to suck my soul out along with my cum, occasionally glancing up to check that I was enjoying it.
"I-I'm cumming!!"
"Uuuuuuup🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍"
Gulp🤍Gulp🤍Gulp🤍
Her technique dragged the orgasm out of me far faster than before. I had no time to pull back; I simply unloaded straight down her throat. She drank every drop as if she had been expecting it, not letting a single bead escape.
"Puha… Son's cum is so thick🤍🤍"
She stuck her tongue out, eyes glassy and expression utterly filthy, looking exactly like a woman in heat. That sight alone cracked something inside me. I grabbed her head and forced my cock back between her lips.
"Uup!!!🤍Uuk!!!🤍Chuuuup!!🤍"
She looked startled for half a second, then offered zero resistance and simply went back to sucking. Since she could already take me to the base, a little rough treatment was nothing she couldn't handle.
"Mom's mouth-pussy feels amazing!"
Until now, even while she was giving me handjobs and blowjobs, I had never called her anything degrading. Some leftover scrap of "this is my mother" had always put the brakes on. Those brakes were starting to fail.
"I'm cumming. Swallow every last drop with that mouth-pussy of yours."
"Uuuuung🤍🤍🤍"
Even while being forced she never let her tongue or lips lose their skill, so I came again almost at once. This time I didn't warn her—I simply announced it, rammed myself deep into her throat, and flooded her a second time.
She drank it all again. The moment I released her hair she coughed and finally dragged air back into her lungs.
"S-Son's cum tastes so good~~🤍🤍"