Mom Does It Better!!
Squelch!!! Squelch!!! Squelch!!! Squelch!!! Squelch!!! Squelch!!!
"Haaah🤍 Haaah🤍 Haaah🤍 Son, why... huuuuungh🤍"
Jihee's body, completely in heat, refused to calm down. The moment Heetae stepped into the bathroom, she began to masturbate. She buried her face in the sofa where her son had been sitting, inhaling his scent while she worked herself with frantic urgency. Her hand alone wasn't enough; she thrashed her hips like a madwoman. After already climaxing several times while servicing his cock, her pussy was soaked through, dripping her juices onto the floor.
"Mommy's pussy is this wet already🤍 You could fuck me right this second!🤍"
Today she had waited with sky-high expectations that she and her son would finally cross the last line. From the moment they got home and he grabbed her ass and spanked her, her excitement had spiked so hard she felt certain she could obey any order he gave without the slightest resistance.
"Cock🤍 Cock🤍 Cock🤍 Cock🤍 Cock🤍 Cock🤍 Cock🤍"
She had deliberately worn the lingerie to provoke him, and the moment she felt him get hard from it—when his gaze alone felt like it was ravishing her—her pussy had already soaked her panties by the time she knelt to serve him. The black fabric hid the wetness from outside view, but the instant Heetae saw her coming out of the doorway she was already dripping. If she had worn something light gray, the dark axe-mark of her arousal would have been glaringly obvious.
"Mommy went this far for you🤍 Mommy's ready🤍"
His increasingly aggressive attitude had made her certain he would pin her down any second; she had been so full of anticipation. Instead, this was the result. She was practically begging out loud for him to hurry up and fuck her already.
"You turned Mommy's tits into your toys and then you just stop here?🤍🤍🤍🤍"
When he declared her breasts his personal toys, she had climaxed lightly just from the thought that the true slave existence she had only ever dreamed of might finally become real. Then, when he actually treated those breasts like toys and yanked her nipples while ordering her to service him, the overwhelming pleasure—far beyond anything masturbation could produce—had turned her mind completely white as she came.
When her love juices dirtied his foot, she had trembled with anticipation of how thoroughly, how humiliatingly, she would be violated once her obscenity could no longer be hidden. The moment her obedience and her desire for his commands became impossible to conceal, she had opened her mouth and begged for his spit as if to prove she wanted to become his slave of her own free will.
When he spat into her mouth, the sensation of being marked by her master sealed it: her heart fully accepted her son as her owner, and she was ready to offer him everything.
"Son🤍 Young Master🤍 Masterrrrr!!🤍🤍"
If she raised her voice this loudly he might hear her from the bathroom, yet the woman who now craved training and absolute submission actually hoped he would. She hoped he would come out right now and claim her. If he took her tonight she was certain she could give him the most incredible first experience of his life. She was confident she could make him so addicted to her body that he would want her anytime, anywhere.
But that dream would not come true today. Because her son still refused to cross the final line, she could no longer control the body that had been driven almost to its absolute limit.
Pssshhhhh!! Pssshhhhhh!!
When climax finally crashed over her, Jihee's back arched like a drawn bow. She thrust her pussy forward in a shameless, humiliating posture as she came hard, spraying her juices across the floor and the sofa. She didn't care in the slightest. The only thing that mattered was relieving her desperate need.
She still believed that if her son claimed her first, she could seize the initiative and make him fall for her forever. She wanted him to pin her down already. Yet things were not going the way she planned, and a faint impatience began to gnaw at her. From his behavior she could tell he wanted to watch her break first and beg, but as a mother she still clung to the last shred of pride she had left. She told herself she could never be the one to crack. That was why they kept running along these parallel lines.
"Haaah... haaah... haaah~~ Better clean this up first."
After finishing, she regained a measure of composure. Full of lingering disappointment, she cleaned everything up. By the time she was done, her son had finished his shower and come out. She went in to wash herself.
"Ah, Mom, I like that lingerie. Come out wearing it just like that."
She flinched.
"Okay🤍 Son."
The lingerie was still pickled in sweat and her own juices, yet a single command from her son made that sticky discomfort feel like nothing at all. She answered at once. After showering she put the same lingerie back on, came out, and sat beside him on the sofa to watch TV together.
"Whoa, that woman's pretty skilled~"
"Y-yeah. But Mommy's still better... hngh🤍"
"Of course. Mommy's mouth-pussy would feel way better. Still, we should practice more while watching stuff like this, right?"
"Haahng🤍 Okay. I'll practice more while we watch porn🤍"
What had started under the pretext of sex education had long since cast that excuse aside. Both mother and son had forgotten it completely while she continued to service him. She wanted him to take her first so she could seize control; he wanted her to break and beg first so he would hold the reins. Because of that stalemate they still had not crossed the final line into actual sex—but everything short of it was fair game.
Even now they sat together on the sofa watching porn on the TV. The title was Masochist Mom Climaxes on Her Son's Cock. Anyone could see the intent was blatant, yet he made no attempt to hide it. He was deliberately using every method available to push her into full submission as quickly as possible.
"That ajumma's milk tanks look fun to play with."
Jihee flinched.
"You already have your son's toys right here!"
When he deliberately praised the porn actress—whose breasts and ass were large, though not quite as impressive as her own—Jihee's jealousy flared. She grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly against her chest. Earlier, while she was servicing him, he had called her breasts his toys. Now, out of pure jealousy, she herself was admitting that they were toys he could play with whenever he wanted.
"You're right. I've got my toys right here."
"Huuuh🤍 Yes... play with them whenever you want."
As he kneaded her breasts she smiled in satisfaction, draped his arm over her shoulder so he could fondle her even more comfortably, and together they continued watching the porn while he played with her chest.
"I'm my son's sex slaveee~~"
On screen, the mother who had finally been claimed and tasted her son's cock was getting fucked while calling herself a slave. The son had put a dog collar around her neck and was railing her from behind in a doggy-style position while spanking her ass. The actors looked genuinely lost in the heat of method acting.
"So? How do you feel about a mom becoming her son's slave like that?"
"What kind of nonsense is that! There's no way any mother would become her own biological son's slave!"
Still wearing the lewd lingerie, still letting him hold her breasts, Jihee answered as if the idea were absurd. Given their present situation the reply was ironic, but she deliberately stressed the word "biological," implying that they were different.
This isn't enough. I have to make her say with her own mouth that she wants to become my slave!
What he wanted was a mother who, even in a situation like this, would beg to be his slave. She was already deeply addicted to him, yet some remaining pride still made her try to dodge complete submission.
"Hnn~ Is that so?"
"Euuuut!!🤍 Haaauuungh🤍"
Displeased with her answer, he punished her by pinching her nipple, twisting it hard and yanking it outward. Far from feeling like punishment, the sensation only made her moan and tremble, her hips shuddering.
"Watching this porn's got me a little worked up. Use your mouth, Mom."
"Yesss🤍 Son, Mommy will make you feel so much better with her mouth than that ajumma ever could~~"
Apparently still bothered by the comparisons he kept making with the woman on screen, she answered as if deliberately challenging the actress, then leaned her upper body sideways and took his cock into her mouth.
"Chuurp🤍 Mmph🤍 Chomp🤍 Mmmph🤍 Chuuungh🤍"
She sucked him as if they were in a competition. He used her mouth like a fleshlight, never looking down at her, eyes fixed on the ajumma in the porn instead.
On screen the actress had completely fallen: she was in dogeza before her son, swearing she would be his slave, kissing his cock, and greedily sucking it while serving the boy who had become her master.
Someday I'll make Mom just like that woman...
He renewed his resolve to turn his mother into exactly that kind of woman, then came straight into her mouth.
A little while later Dohee and Seohee came home, so he and Jihee hurriedly retreated to their own rooms, put on proper clothes, and returned to the living room as if nothing had happened, greeting the two sisters casually. Dohee frowned and muttered that something smelled weird, but fortunately she didn't figure it out and let it go. Once again they were just an ordinary family.
And so the secret relationship between mother and son continued. He never once claimed her completely. A full week passed.