The First Command for the Mother Who Longed to Be a Slave
If I left her like that, she would soak every corner of my room with her juices, so I ordered her to stop. My obedient mom immediately halted the grinding of her hips. Beneath her ass, the slick fluids she had been dripping had already formed a small puddle—she was that aroused—yet she still held the doggy-style pose without moving.
Just like this… No. It's too dangerous right now.
Honestly, the urge to take her right this second made my head spin, but if I gave in to lust and mounted my mother now, Dohee and Seohee might catch us. That would render every bit of effort so far completely worthless, so I pinched my own thigh hard and forced myself to endure.
And I still need to confirm whether Mom has truly submitted.
Given the state she was in, her obedient surrender to me was practically a settled fact—yet it was also possible she was simply drowning in her own lewdness and acting this way because of it. Mom had always possessed a strong masochistic streak; if she was merely being swept along by emotion, she might come to her senses later and the whole relationship could collapse. That was why I needed to verify that she sincerely wanted to become my slave.
"Fine. Since Mom wants it so badly, I guess I'll make you my slave~"
"Th-thank youuu🤍"
I lounged with my chin in my hand and drawled the words with deliberate arrogance, as if I were merely granting a favor she had begged for. Mom, however, looked utterly ecstatic, tears of joy streaming down her face.
"But first I need to make sure this is really what you want."
"Yes🤍 Please order me to do anything🤍"
She accepted without the slightest hesitation, still floating in pure happiness, completely unaware of what I might demand. Lust had shut down every last scrap of her reason; right now she was so worked up she would masturbate in front of her own daughters if I told her to. Swearing to become my slave meant abandoning even her identity as a mother—it meant prioritizing my commands above Dohee and Seohee.
"Then…"
I issued the order. The moment she heard it, despair flickered across Mom's face, but she bit her lip hard, resumed the doggy pose, and spoke.
"Yeees, Master. If it is your command, I will obey."
Her voice was thick with reluctance. That should have softened me—yet the only emotion I felt was irritation. A slave showing open distaste for her owner's command only proved she still lacked the proper attitude.
"You don't like it, do you?"
"N-no!! I will gratefully obey Master's command!!"
Sensing my mood, Mom immediately began wagging her hips as if she were delighted, but it was already too late.
"Present your ass."
"Yeees."
She spun around at once and thrust her rear toward me. She already seemed to know what was coming; her hips and ass trembled violently.
"Every time I hit you, you say 'thank you.' Got it? Mom."
"Y-yeeees, Son…"
I deliberately stressed the word "Mom," forcing her to remember exactly what she was to me and deepening the humiliation. A mother presenting her panty-clad ass to her own son so he could spank her was something that simply did not happen in ordinary life—it was a lifelong disgrace in itself.
Yet right now Mom cared far more about soothing even a fraction of my displeasure than about her own pride. Being spanked mattered more.
SMACK!!!!!
"Th-thank youuuu"
SMACK!!!!
"Thank youuu!!"
I struck harder than the last time I had spanked her. Mom flinched in surprise but immediately offered her thanks, her ass quivering.
With every blow the flesh rippled and swayed, stoking a man's desire. Knowing that a woman like this was submitting completely to me only inflated my ego further.
SMACK!!!
"Nngh… th-thank youuuu!!!!"
After about fifteen strikes she finally began making pained sounds, yet she never once tried to dodge or skipped a single "thank you." I wasn't particularly interested in watching her suffer, so I stopped there and gently stroked her reddened ass instead.
She flinched—expecting another blow—then, realizing I was caressing her, relaxed and began swaying her hips left and right under my hand, almost coquettishly.
"Mom really is a hopeless pervert bitch. Getting this wet just from having your ass spanked."
"Hnghhh🤍🤍🤍🤍 I'm sorry… I'm sorry for being a perverted mom who gets off on being hitttt🤍🤍🤍"
The spanking had clearly excited her; even more juices poured from her already-soaked panties, enlarging the puddle beneath her. When I stroked her pussy through the fabric she bucked her hips, and the sheer volume of fluid that gushed out—enough to wet my entire hand—suggested she had just climaxed lightly from that alone.
"Still a slave who needs a lot of training."
"Yeees~ Please train me however Master likes from now on🤍"
No matter what I said, she only grew more aroused. She lifted her head and looked at me. Tears still streamed down her face, yet her expression was pure bliss, like a believer who had just beheld her god. Simply for touching her pussy for the first time, she felt profound gratitude; right now the entire world felt wonderful to her.
"Well, it wouldn't be fair if only Mom got to feel good… Go on. Do it."
"Yeees🤍 Mmph🤍 Sluuurp🤍 Churp🤍 Chuuup🤍 Mmph🤍"
I couldn't hold back any longer either. Still seated in the chair, I presented my cock. Mom lunged for it without a second's hesitation, took it straight into her mouth, and began servicing me.
She sucked as if she had been starving for days, hollowing her cheeks with fierce suction while her tongue worked tirelessly. At the same time she gently cradled my balls, treating them with the utmost care, doing everything in her power to make me feel good.
"Mmph🤍 Churp🤍 Mmph🤍 Master's cock tastes so good… Thank you for letting this bitch-mom taste your cock🤍🤍🤍"
Even while sucking she kept talking, deliberately lowering herself and elevating me, feeding my sense of superiority. Outside these walls I was just some nobody who helped with Mom's company work from home. In here, I was the man who treated a publicly successful woman like nothing more than a personal onahole and used her however I pleased.
"At that rate you'll never make me cum."
"Sllluuuuurp🤍 Mmmph🤍 Chuuurrrp🤍"
"Y-yeah, that's better."
When I deliberately criticized her technique as pathetic, Mom took me all the way into her throat and sucked even harder. With her cheeks deeply hollowed, every last trace of her usual refined dignity vanished; she looked utterly vulgar.
Her mouth is like a goddamn vacuum cleaner!
Outwardly I kept acting unimpressed, but inside I was drowning in pleasure far stronger than before—as if she were sucking out my very soul. I had put on a tough front, yet her skill still brought me to the edge in no time.
"I-I'm cumming. Take it on your face."
"Yeeees~🤍 Please cum all over Mom's face with Master's semen🤍"
She immediately pulled off my cock, gripped the saliva-slick shaft, and stroked it vigorously while positioning her face like a perfect target. I unloaded straight onto her.
"Not a bad mouth-pussy."
"Haahng🤍 Thank you🤍"
My praise made her entire body tremble with gratitude. She tilted her head back so none of the cum would drip off, eyes open and fixed on me. She had caught nearly everything on her face, but I had shot far more than usual, so some still fell to the floor.
"Lick up every drop that hit the floor."
"Yes🤍"
Without a moment's hesitation she pressed her face to the floor and diligently lapped up the spilled semen with her tongue. Tilting her head down made more cum slide off her face, so the more she licked the more there was—yet she cleaned every last bit and then raised her head to show me her empty tongue.
"Good girl, Mom."
"Hnnngh🤍"
I stroked her hair and praised her the way one would praise a dog. Even that made her blissfully happy; she closed her eyes and smiled under my hand.
"Alright. That's enough for today. Let's go to Mom's room."
"Okay, son🤍"
Mom was quick to read the atmosphere. The moment I said we were done, she dropped the formal address and simply called me "son." We headed to her room so I could choose the underwear she would need for the command I had given her earlier. Even with her face still covered in cum and her body essentially naked, she walked down the hallway without the slightest hesitation—because I was right beside her—and entered her room.
"Hmm. These will do."
"Are those alright?"
"Yeah. I'm heading back to my room, so make sure you follow the order properly."
"Yes🤍 Then in three days for sure…"
"Well, if I feel like it~"
With those final words I left Mom's room, returned to my own, cleaned myself up, and lay down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, I sank into thought.
An hour had already passed since Mom left, yet the excitement still hadn't fully settled.
"Good. In three days…"
Remembering how Mom had sworn her submission today—and how roughly I had treated her—sent fresh blood surging into my cock. The long-cherished fantasy was finally coming true; the satisfaction and arousal were intense. But I had given her a three-day waiting period. If I couldn't even last that long and broke first, it would look pathetic. So I forced myself to calm down. A faint unease also stirred because everything was going exactly as I wanted—yet the simple fact that I had turned Mom into my slave instantly erased every other thought. Anticipating the embarrassed face she would show me starting tomorrow, I drifted off to sleep.