Please Make Mom Your Son's Sex Slave
"Hak♡hak♡hak♡hak♡hak♡hak♡"
Lying on the bed, Jihee roughly fingered her own pussy, twisting and pinching her clit with her other hand as if one alone could never be enough, writhing in masochistic pleasure. Proof that this was far from her first round already stained the sheets with her juices, and the room reeked with the thick, lewd scent of a bitch in heat.
"Hnnnnngh♡"
When she finally climaxed at the end of her masturbation, her fluids spilled out—but unlike before, they no longer sprayed like a water gun. Only enough leaked to soil the bed a little more.
"Haaah.............Son........"
In the past, masturbating had at least taken the edge off her needs. Now all that remained was an even greater sense of emptiness. No matter how roughly she worked herself, her pussy still dripped with juices as if to declare it was nowhere near satisfied—yet Jihee had lost all desire to continue touching herself.
"Why won't you come looking for Mom......"
For the past three days she had not managed a single moment alone with her son. Her body was so desperately starved she felt ready to lose her mind. Masturbating while tasting his semen was incomparable; without it, her body simply refused to be satisfied and kept leaking endlessly. Even at the company today her juices had flowed so constantly she had been forced to change her panties three separate times.
She had been terrified the other employees might notice the smell of her own arousal. If this situation continued any longer, she no longer trusted herself to maintain self-control.
"If I went to him first....but still....."
She had considered begging her son herself, yet she had held back until now for fear of completely shattering their current life. That restraint was finally reaching its limit.
"Haaah, why is only three days this hard.... I used to endure so well, hnnn♡"
She had suppressed her desires for twenty years, but ever since tasting her son's semen she could barely last a single day. Her body already obeyed him; merely seeing his face made her nipples harden, her clit swell, and her pussy drip with juices. Feeding on his cum had been the only thing that soothed her at all—and now even that was gone. She truly could not endure any longer.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Son♡Son♡Son♡Son♡Masterrr♡"
The mere thought of him set her body burning again. Unable to stop herself, she resumed masturbating. Calling him "Son" only made her heat rise; calling him "Master" drove her straight toward climax.
"Haaah..haaah... That's right, I'm already....."
She had tried so hard to ignore it and refuse to admit the truth, but Jihee finally accepted it: she had already become her son's slave. They had not even had sex yet, yet her body already submitted to him completely. She could no longer deny that the happiest feelings she experienced came from acting obediently toward him.
Realizing that stubborn denial only made things harder for herself, she left her room wearing nothing but the panties still soaked from her latest orgasm and went straight to find her son.
"She should start reacting soon."
For three days I had been handling myself alone without asking Mother for a handjob, so my own urges had piled up considerably. Solo masturbation scratched the itch somewhat, but it could never recreate the feeling of her doing it; the emptiness afterward was almost worse. Still, I could manage for now—though if she held out much longer I might break first.
"But Mother won't last longer than me."
I was certain of it. If even I was this pent-up, then a woman who had truly learned the taste of cock would never hold out. Ever since discovering just how filthy Mother really was, I knew she was already at her limit. Whenever Dohee and Seohee were home she still acted like her usual dignified self, but just yesterday she had called me into the kitchen while the girls were watching TV, slyly rubbing her breasts against me with a pure bitch face full of temptation.
Yesterday was dangerous.
I had been craving her just as badly. That kind of teasing nearly made me ask her right then and there—until Dohee walked over to the fridge for water and the moment passed.
Mother's lewdness was already starting to leak out even in front of her daughters. I was convinced she would come crawling to me within a few days at most.
Knock knock knock.
"Son? May I come in?"
"C-come in."
I had been wondering exactly when she would show up, so her actual arrival caught me slightly off guard. I scrambled to prepare myself as Mother stepped into my room. She never visited me at night under normal circumstances. Dohee's and Seohee's rooms were right on either side; anything we did in here carried a high risk of being overheard.
The fact that she had come to my room—at night—meant she had reached her limit. I allowed a wicked smile to curl inside me as I gave her permission. Then I got a good look at her and my eyes went wide.
"Son..."
Mother had walked into my room wearing nothing but a single pair of red panties—and those were already soaked through from recent masturbation, juices running down her thighs. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, making it obvious that lust had robbed her of her right mind.
"W-what are you doing walking around dressed like that?!"
"It's fine. More importantly, what are you doing right now?"
I was the one who should have been worried, yet Mother paid no attention to herself and instead frowned slightly at the sight of me. I was sitting in front of the computer with my erect cock out, a porn video playing on the screen.
The title read Sow Mom Is Her Son's Sex Slave. Mother swallowed hard when she saw it, then looked back at me.
"Just figuring I'd jerk off."
"What?! Why, when Mom is right here?!"
More than anything else, the idea that I would masturbate while leaving her out of it seemed to devastate her. She approached with sad eyes. Because of Dohee and Seohee she kept her voice low, but sorrow and longing still filled every word.
"Just gets boring doing the same thing every day."
"Boring? Is Mom boring to you?"
She completely misunderstood me. The strength left her legs and she crawled the rest of the way on all fours until she was looking up at me. Tears even gathered at the corners of her eyes, as if she had lost everything. My heart almost softened—but instinct told me this was the perfect opportunity.
"Of course not~ I just figured having Mom jerk me off every once in a while would be enough from now on."
"......."
Mother said nothing. Quietly she reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock.
"It feels fine right now, though?"
"Then what should Mom do for you?"
"Hmm? You'd know better than I would, right?"
I deliberately played dumb, forcing her to answer. The only choices left to her now were either to keep enduring this life of restraint—or abandon everything and submit to me completely.
When she took her hand off my cock I felt a flicker of unease, but Mother did something I had not fully expected: she stayed right there on her knees, politely gathered her hands in front of her, and performed a formal dogeza bow.
"P-please... Mom has been far too arrogant until now. Please make Mom your son's sex slave."
She cast aside her pride, cast aside everything that made her a mother, and offered herself as a slave with the look of someone who had surrendered completely.
Yes!!!!!!!
I cheered silently inside. Looking down at Mother prostrating herself before me filled me with pure conquest, making my cock throb greedily. This proud woman who had clung to the last shred of resistance even while drowning in her own filth was now admitting her defeat of her own free will and begging to become my slave. A rush of excitement unlike anything I had ever felt before washed over me. I stayed silent, staring down at her while forcing my heart to calm.
I was about to become her Master. Showing any pathetic reaction now would be an embarrassment, so I kept my face completely expressionless. When I still said nothing, Mother carefully lifted her head and looked up at me with trembling eyes.
"Hmm~ That was so sudden I'm a little thrown. What did you just say?"
The moment I spoke she immediately pressed her forehead back against the backs of her hands and repeated herself.
"P-please make Mom your son's sex slave."
"Is that so? You want to be my sex slave that badly?"
"Yes. I am a female born to become my son's sex slave. Please accept me."
She was saying stupid things that lowered her own value, but right now elevating herself meant nothing to her. Making her worth zero if that was what it took to be accepted and acknowledged by her son was the most valuable thing in her life. She poured everything into fawning over me just to make me happy.
"Just saying it doesn't really get the feeling across."
She flinched hard.
Mother's body trembled, then she slowly began swaying her hips from side to side.
"Please fuck this mother who's shaking her ass in front of her son like a bitch in heat trying to seduce him... Please make me your cock-toilet slave. I beg you♡"
Denigrating herself only seemed to excite her further. She shook her hips faster and harder in every direction, scattering little droplets of her juices as she went.
Having realized that even the tiniest scrap of pride was useless in front of me now, Mother devoted herself completely to earning recognition as my sex slave.
"Stop."
"Y-yesss♡"