Orders Given to a Mother Who Yearns to Be a Slave 2
Once her son had returned to his room, she finished her shower and caught sight of the underwear laid out on the bed. Her pussy grew wet all over again, and for a moment she wondered whether she ought to shower a second time—then decided that from this point on it would make no difference. She simply put the underwear on while still damp and walked over to the full-length mirror.
The set her son had chosen was a fairly ordinary design. Black fabric trimmed with lace that heightened its sexiness, yet covering roughly the same area as everyday underwear—nothing particularly sexual in the way of his usual tastes. Still, knowing she would have to wear it for the next three full days, she stood there tense, studying her own reflection.
"Hehehe🤍"
Only moments ago she had hurled every scrap of pride and maternal dignity to the floor in front of her son, yet the smile never left her face.
"Son…… Master🤍"
In the end she had been the first to break, declaring her submission of her own free will; now she no longer possessed the confidence to refuse whatever order he might give. Even if he decided to take her right in front of her daughters, she honestly doubted she could refuse. The thought of appearing as a vulgar mother in her girls' eyes already seemed far preferable to being discarded for failing to obey him. Body and heart alike had already turned completely toward her son.
"Then I shall obey Master's command."
Though he had already gone back to his room and was no longer before her eyes, Jihee still sank into a respectful dogeza facing his door as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She slipped off her bra, set it beneath her crotch, spread her legs, and began to masturbate.
Slick… sliiiick…
"Haaang🤍 Nnngh🤍 Haaah🤍"
The memory of the first time her son had touched her pussy flooded back so vividly that her panties soaked through with love juices almost at once. Excitement surged; wetness spilled from her folds and began dripping straight onto the bra waiting below.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Hnnnngh🤍 Thank you for stuffing Mommy's pussy🤍🤍"
Where once she had masturbated while regarding him as both son and Master, now she saw him only as her Master. She had finally admitted that receiving his affection—even if it meant acting obscenely and fawning over him—felt far better than clinging to any remaining pride as a mother. So she shook her hips without the slightest hesitation, cooing and performing exactly as she had earlier in his room, and kept working her fingers.
"Hnnngh🤍 Hic🤍"
The crotch of her panties was thoroughly soaked; overflowing juices dirtied the bra beneath her. Still she did not stop, racing straight toward climax.
"Masteeeer🤍🤍🤍"
Crying out as though swearing her submission anew, she gushed through her panties like a woman pissing herself, flooding the bra completely.
"Th-thank you🤍"
Even though she had done it alone, she still offered thanks for the imaginary violation, then put the thoroughly soaked panties and bra right back on and lay down to sleep.
"Ugh… it really is a little gross."
Ordinarily she would have washed them at once, but by her son's command she had to live in this underwear for the next three days. Deliberately soiling it with her own juices and then wearing it around was something that would normally fill her with revulsion—yet the moment she framed it as Master's order, it felt like something she simply had to do.
"Still, spending three days like this…… Ahhh🤍"
This was the method her son had chosen to confirm whether her vow of submission was genuine before he made her his complete slave: three days spent living in the underwear she had used to masturbate.
For the next three days, whenever she grew aroused she was to masturbate immediately, soaking bra and panties with her juices until a lewd scent clung to them. That was the order. Even a woman whose natural scent was faint would, after continuous masturbation, gradually develop a thicker odor that others might notice.
"If my daughters catch on… haaaang🤍🤍🤍"
The moment she imagined Dohee and Seohee realizing their mother reeked of a lewd female animal, excitement rose ahead of despair.
"How am I going to change from now on…?🤍"
She already knew her own tendencies well enough, yet submitting to her son without even meaning to had made everything feel so much more intense. Before, she had told herself that no matter what happened her daughters must never find out. Now she barely cared whether they did or not. Simply picturing their contemptuous stares made her body grow a little warmer—proof that her masochistic streak was steadily strengthening.
"This won't do. One more time before I sleep."
She had lain down to rest, but when heat flared through her body again she could not endure it. In the end she masturbated once more, only then sinking into satisfied sleep.
The next morning Jihee woke, showered, and put the same underwear back on.
"It really does smell a little."
Only a single day's worth of masturbation had soaked into the fabric, yet to her own nose the scent was already quite noticeable. She told herself it would be fine once she was dressed, finished putting on her clothes, and—since no one else was awake yet—quietly headed for her son's room.
"Excuse me, Son~🤍"
She opened the door softly. The sight of him still asleep filled her vision.
I'm already getting wet just from looking at him🤍
Simply seeing her son was enough to make her pussy flood. Even after all the juices she had sprayed the night before, it drooled as if still unsatisfied.
"Then Mommy will serve you."
By yesterday's order she was to wake him every morning, so she entered, gently drew the blanket aside, stripped off his pants and underwear, and gazed at the cock that stood boldly erect even at this early hour.
Hnnnnnngh🤍🤍🤍
Just looking at it and catching a faint whiff of its scent was enough to send her hypersensitive body into a light climax. She opened her mouth, took his cock deep, and began sucking all the way down to the root, throat working around him.
"Mmmpf🤍 Slurp🤍 Schlorp🤍 Nngh🤍"
God!! Why does it taste this good!!🤍🤍
No matter how lewd a woman might be, she does not truly find semen or cock delicious; she only pretends. But Jihee's mind was already pickled through and through with cock and cum, and she sincerely believed both tasted wonderful.
This is why Mommy became a bitch!!🤍 It's Son's cock that's to blame🤍🤍
The sight of that thicker-than-average, larger-than-average shaft made fresh waves of submissive joy well up inside her. She had sworn she would love him no matter what kind of cock he possessed—yet the instant she saw how big it actually was, she had turned into a complete female on the spot.
"Mmmpf🤍 Pwah🤍 Young Master, please fill Mommy's mouth-pussy with lots of cum🤍 Mmmpf🤍🤍"
She sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. Anyone watching would have called the expression on her face vulgar—something no proper woman should ever wear. She was long past caring. Knowing her son preferred her looking exactly this filthy, she only grew more shameless. From the way his cock twitched she sensed he was close; she took him as deep as she could, lashed him with her tongue, and swallowed every spurt straight down her throat.
Gulp🤍 Gulp🤍 Gulp🤍
The semen was thick and sticky, hard to swallow, yet she refused to let even a single drop escape. Even while she could not breathe she made drinking every last bit her highest priority. Only after a final fierce suction that cleaned out whatever remained in his urethra did she finally pull her mouth free. Looking up at her now-awake son, she greeted him with an utterly lewd smile.
"I'm off to work🤍"
She left the house for the office wearing an expression heavy with regret, embracing him one last time before she went. She wanted nothing more than a deep, lingering kiss, but he had forbidden it until she became a full sex slave; she carried that wistfulness with her all the way to the company and into her private office.
"Brief me on today's schedule."
"Yes, President. Today we have…"
The moment she arrived, her waiting secretary began outlining the day's appointments. Jihee started mapping out the details in her head.
The smell isn't noticeable… right?
Wearing underwear thoroughly marinated in her own juices made her more than a little self-conscious. She watched her secretary carefully, but the younger woman showed no sign of noticing anything; Jihee relaxed and was able to concentrate on work.
Still, as the president of a mid-sized company with over a hundred lingerie stores nationwide, she could not afford to spend every moment as a slave.
Haa… my body's acting up again🤍
A glance at the clock told her lunchtime was approaching. She sent her secretary to prepare a private meal—steak, specially made by the company cafeteria chef.
"Secretary Lee, go eat as well."
"Yes, President."
Once the secretary was gone, Jihee immediately poured the prepared white liquid over her steak. The thick scent of night-blooming flowers rose from it; her body heated, and fresh juices began to trickle from her pussy.
Her son's order had been clear: at lunch she was to drizzle the semen he had prepared over her food and eat it while masturbating. So she did—eating semen-drenched steak with one hand while fingering herself with the other.
"Hnnnmm🤍 So good…"
Utterly aroused, Jihee spent the rest of her meal in simultaneous dining and self-pleasure, already looking forward to the day after tomorrow—when her son would train her and she would become a complete sow.