School Uniform Date with Mom
"Come to think of it, Mom really does deserve a reward. Is there anything you want?"
"Just being with my son like this is enough to make me happy~🤍"
The fierce round of sex had ended, and we all sprawled across the bed to sleep. The old mattress had been too small for four people, so we'd swapped it out for a new one roomy enough that even all of us lying together still left plenty of space.
"I'll offer someone up soon too."
Dohee, lying beside me, must have felt a competitive spark; she quickly promised to present Sohee to me and clung even tighter, looping her arms around mine.
"Alright. Hand over Sohee and I'll give you a reward as well. Think about what you want."
"Okay🤍"
When she wasn't being trained, Dohee still kept a certain cool edge, but ever since Secretary Lee had been turned into a slave, a little jealousy had started showing. She was throwing more cute, clingy looks my way, and I liked it.
I stroked her hair and promised her a reward of her own. She smiled, looking thoroughly pleased.
"Me too… my friend… offer her up?"
"No, it's fine. You don't have to force it."
"Okay… got it…."
Seohee, draped over my body, asked whether she should train one of her friends as well, but I didn't feel any real need and told her not to bother.
I had already shown Seohee's friend the training sessions with Mom and Seohee, but while the girl might have found the spectacle interesting, she didn't strike me as sharing the same bent as my slaves. Forcing her into slavery held no appeal.
"So Mom really doesn't need anything at all?"
"Mm~ Well then… let's go on a date, just the two of us, for a whole day🤍"
Mom was already pretty content with our current life, so she hadn't given much thought to rewards. But the two of us hadn't had much time alone lately, and she clearly wanted a stretch of time that belonged only to us—a date.
"A whole day isn't a bit long?"
"Yeah… it is long."
Dohee and Seohee pushed back a little at Mom's request.
"But Mom has worked so hard for weeks. This much is fine, isn't it~🤍"
"Well… when you put it that way."
Mom had poured every free hour—company time and the hours she could have spent with me—into training Secretary Lee. Wanting a full day together as compensation made sense, and Dohee and Seohee seemed to accept it, at least somewhat.
"Then the reward is a one-day date."
"Yes🤍 Shall Mom plan the course?"
"No, I'll plan it this time. If you do it, you'll just book a hotel and keep us locked in there all day~"
"Th-that's not true!"
Mom sounded distinctly guilty. Of course she would have been thinking of monopolizing me for twenty-four hours, inventing every desire she had and calling the whole thing a "date" while she got thoroughly trained.
"Don't worry—I'll train you properly that day. But spending the entire time shut in a room would be a waste, so I'll handle the plan."
"Alright, Son🤍 Everything you do for me is perfect, so plan it however you like🤍"
Watching Mom say that anything I arranged would make her happy, I found myself wanting to see that shy expression of hers again after so long.
"Good. I've got something in mind."
"Really? What are we doing on the date~?"
"We're going to an amusement park."
Weekdays were impossible because of company work, so we settled on the weekend.
"You're really coming home tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Today's Mom's reward day, so hold out."
"Okay."
"Me too… stroke my hair…."
On the day of the date with Mom, I finished getting ready and stood by the front door while Dohee and Seohee saw me off. Dohee wore a faintly sulky look, clearly unhappy that she wouldn't see me all day. Seohee's face didn't change, but the disappointment rolled off her strongly enough that I stroked her hair to soothe her a little.
"I called Secretary Lee, so the two of you can blow off steam and play with her."
"Got it. If we break her, don't blame me."
"Sure, sure~"
A full day alone might not be enough for them to vent everything, so I had deliberately summoned Secretary Lee as a toy. Simply not being able to meet me all day would stress them out; she was the perfect outlet for that hunger.
"S-Son, are you really making me go out in this?!"
After a short wait, Mom emerged ready… and immediately flushed crimson, tugging the hem of her skirt downward as she appeared.
"It looks great on you~"
"Th-thank you. B-but this is still way too stimulating for Mom…."
Ordinary revealing outfits only ever made Mom excited. This one, though, had her genuinely embarrassed, face burning.
"A school uniform at my age is a little shameful…."
What she was wearing was, of course, a school uniform. She had graduated more than twenty years ago, so naturally she no longer owned the real thing; this one had been custom-ordered.
The checkered skirt left almost her entire thighs bare, and the shirt clung so tightly that every curve of her body showed. The buttons had been left undone nearly halfway down so that the deep valley of her cleavage was on full display.
No matter how young Mom still looked, a school uniform didn't suit her age; anyone who saw her would know it was cosplay.
"Don't worry. Plenty of people go to amusement parks on dates in school uniforms these days, so no one will care~"
"Is that so? Well… if it's what my son wants, alright🤍"
The exposure was different from the usual kind, and Mom was truly flustered—but it was still my order, so she obeyed without protest. The compliment that it suited her seemed to please her more than she let on; she quickly stepped close and took my arm.
"Well then, Mom is going on a date with Heetae, so you two have fun at home~🤍"
"Ugggh."
"Okay…."
Mom announced it almost like a boast. Dohee bristled a little but didn't act on it, while Seohee accepted it calmly and saw us off.
"Shall we go?"
"Yes🤍"
We stepped outside for our date—and walked straight into danger from the very first moment.
"J-Jihee?!"
"O-oh my, hello."
We left the apartment and stepped into the elevator only to find someone else already inside: an older woman who lived on another floor—one of Mom's acquaintances.
The sudden encounter left Mom smiling with a bright red face, panicked at being seen in the school uniform. The other woman looked just as startled.
"I-I'm going to the amusement park with my son. He said this style is trendy these days, hohoho~"
The moment we shared the elevator, Mom launched into an unprompted excuse. The acquaintance gave a polite, awkward smile, kept her distance, and waited in silence for her floor.
Squeeze.
"S-Son, wait a second?!"
The sight of Mom genuinely shy and flustered was so stimulating that I casually reached back and gripped her ass hard.
Startled, she called my name in a tiny voice, but I didn't stop—I simply hiked the skirt higher and kneaded her buttocks again.
"If she n-notices—ahn🤍"
I was groping her from behind where the woman in front couldn't see, so we weren't going to get caught. Still, Mom's shame was already sky-high, and her reactions were fresher than usual.
Thinking about it, I started training her when she was already a complete masochist. This kind of pure embarrassment is almost the first time I've seen it.
Mom had wanted to be my slave for a long time, so from the very first session she had essentially been a finished product. I had put her through plenty of exposure and humiliation, but she had always converted it into arousal and pleasure; she had never truly felt ashamed.
That made this reaction brand-new, and it stoked my sadistic hunger even more.
"Grab your ass and spread it. If you don't, I'll strip you naked right here and make you walk around like that."
"Haaahhnnn🤍🤍 O-okay🤍"
She was sincerely mortified, but a masochist's instincts never vanish. The moment I whispered the order, she slipped straight into slave mode. With trembling hands she gripped her own cheeks and pulled them apart left and right.
She was wearing panties split completely open at the crotch; spreading herself revealed her asshole, which clenched and quivered.
Already tense from being caught in the school uniform, she was now spreading her hole for her son to see. Excitement mixed with the shame; she breathed hard, hyper-aware of the woman standing in front of us.
Squish.
"Ahhn🤍"
I pushed a finger into her ass. Fully trained as she was, it slid in smoothly with no resistance.
"Your shithole was already this sloppy and ready?"
"I-I didn't know when you'd use it, so I put in lots of lube before we left🤍"
She had packed her ass full of gel before coming out, so I didn't need any foreplay; I simply started fucking her hole with my finger in earnest.
Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Ahhn🤍 Hnnn🤍 Ha-ahhng🤍"
She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sounds, but soft little noises still leaked out—and of course the woman in front could hear them.
"Hm? Jihee, do you hear that sound right now?"
"Ah🤍 Y-yes🤍 I hear it🤍 Probably coming from outside—euhh🤍 I think🤍🤍"
"Is that so…."
The acquaintance reacted to the wet sounds of Mom's hole being fingered, but she must have found it awkward to look back; she never turned around.
"Lucky for you. If she'd turned around just now, she would have seen exactly what you are—a sow in a school uniform getting her back hole finger-fucked by her son while she cums."
"She can't find out🤍 If she finds out the rumors will spread everywhere🤍 Everyone will know Mom is a masochist slave who submits to her son—ahhhnnn🤍🤍"
Her mouth said no, but her honest asshole clamped tight around my finger and she came lightly right there.