Orders for the Mother Who Dreams of Slavery 3
"Thank you for letting me suck your cock again today, Master."
A full day had passed since she started wearing panties soaked through with her own juices. That morning, when she slipped carefully into his room to wake Heetae—her son and her Master—the sight of his cock standing hard and healthy once again sent a surge of pure submission flooding through her. Even though he wasn't looking at her, she bowed on instinct and crawled toward it on her hands and knees.
God… just looking at it makes me submit on the spot. It's incredible…
"Mmnh…"
"Are you awake, son?"
"Mm…"
"Mmmpph—?!"
Still half-asleep, Heetae felt the pleasure blooming at his groin and, without thinking, grabbed his mother's head and shoved her down until she took him all the way to the root.
She hadn't been ready for it. The suddenness threw her off—but the delicious smothering sensation made her pussy leak on its own, and she came lightly right then and there.
This is what it feels like to be a real onahole…
Far from feeling insulted or disgusted by the way he treated her feelings as completely irrelevant, she only filled up with deeper happiness. She went right back to servicing him and filled her mouth with his thick morning load.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
"Pwah~~ Thank you for feeding Mommy your cum, son."
The sensation of holding so much semen her cheeks bulged, then swallowing it down, set her body on fire. Her pussy ached to be stuffed—but she still wasn't allowed that, and the denial only made her more frantic.
Just hold out through today…
Tomorrow she would finally finish every last one of her son's commands and become his true sow, ready to be trained. She would be throwing away everything she was as a mother and as a woman—but it was the day she would realize the dream she had carried for so long: becoming her son's sex slave. Not a shred of reluctance touched her.
"Haa… sleep well, Mom?"
"Mm. Now that you're up, go change and wash up~"
Hearing her son speak so casually, so confidently down to her filled her with a private pride. That half-speech—the way he talked like both her son and her Master at once, a relationship that was contradictory and ambiguous all at once—set her body burning just from the sound of it.
His casual tone made her own speech soften in turn, lowering herself without even thinking. She still had to be careful in front of the girls, but even that caution was starting to feel like its own kind of pleasure.
"Sniff sniff… yeah, you're starting to smell."
She flinched.
"I-Is that so?"
His words made her shrink back on instinct, putting a step of distance between them. She was fully dressed, but two days of masturbating into the same panties had pickled them in her juices so thoroughly the scent seemed to punch straight through the fabric.
"Come here."
"O-Okay…"
She had no choice but to obey. The knowledge that she reeked filled her with shame and a crawling sense of humiliation—but an absolute order was an absolute order. She stepped closer.
"Haaah~ You know you're pouring out bitch-in-heat scent right now, Mom?"
"Mm… it's embarrassing…"
His degradation excited her and mortified her at the same time. She tried to play cute and ease a little farther away—but he had already taken hold of her breasts, and there was nowhere to go.
"Are you turned on right now? Wafting this pussy-juice stink all over your own son?"
"Hnnngh… yes!! Mommy's a masochist pervert, so she's getting off on letting her son smell her dripping pussy…"
When his hand slid down between her thighs and found her soaked cunt, another wave of submission rolled through her. She degraded herself out loud, putting her shameful state on full display for him.
Her pussy, shameless and getting wetter by the second, only dirtied the already reeking panties further. The bitch-scent rolled off her in waves.
"Good. You're doing great, Mom. Looking forward to tomorrow~"
"…Mm. Mommy is too…"
As if deliberately edging her, he toyed with her pussy just a little—then made her lick her own juices off his fingers. The humiliation only fed the submission growing inside her.
At breakfast everything looked ordinary enough, until Dohee frowned and started sniffing the air.
"What is it?"
"……It's nothing."
Jihee steadied her hammering heart and asked. Her daughter brushed it off like she'd been imagining things. The shame of it hit hard—and at the same time made her pussy even slicker. Heetae watched the whole scene like it was the best entertainment in the world and offered her no help at all.
At the office she sat through the usual morning briefing. Secretary Lee acted as if nothing were wrong—but right before she left, she checked the air freshener once, and Jihee knew she'd caught the scent.
Hnnn… my son really is a genius…
He hadn't lifted a finger. He was just living his normal life, and somehow that alone was enough to drown her in humiliation. Her love for him swelled even larger. Silently praying for the day to end, she got to work.
"Hoo… hoo…"
At last the morning of the day her dream would come true arrived. Jihee couldn't contain her excitement. The second she woke she was already masturbating. She still hadn't heard the details of how he planned to turn her into a slave—but she was ready to accept anything he did, so it hardly mattered.
"Haa… the smell of my pussy juice is insane…"
She'd been rubbing herself and soaking her underwear so thoroughly that the fabric was pickled; even sitting still, the stench rose off her. Panties steeped in the juices of a bitch in full heat threw off such a filthy, lewd reek that anyone who came near would notice instantly. Yesterday the secretary and her daughter had only half-caught on. In this state, they'd know the second they saw her.
"Haaang… I'm a bitch who reeks of pussy juice…"
For a masochist like her, exposing her filthiest secrets wasn't simply shameful—it was arousing. The thought of the people closest to her looking at her as nothing but a filthy bitch in heat delivered a humiliating happiness she could barely stand. Imagining their faces twisted with disgust sent her over the edge again, and she sprayed fresh juices all over her panties.
"Hehehe… time to get ready."
Once she'd masturbated to her satisfaction, Jihee started preparing at a leisurely pace. No morning service for her son today, so she had all the time in the world. She finished getting ready and made breakfast.
"……Mom?"
"What is it?"
"……Never mind……"
At the breakfast table, with everyone gathered, Dohee once again eyed her with open suspicion, sniffing the air. Jihee did her best to play dumb—but just knowing her daughter was breathing in her filthy scent was enough to get her going.
Oh no… my pussy's getting wet again…
On the outside she behaved exactly as usual. Inside, the arousal made fresh juices soak into her panties, pumping out an even stronger bitch-scent.
Her son watched her with a quiet little smile, savoring every second. Knowing she was giving him pleasure only deepened her submission. Anticipating what was coming, she headed to the office.
"President, um…"
"What is it, Secretary Lee?"
"Ah—it's nothing."
The secretary had clearly noticed too. She looked like she wanted to say something, but the subject was far too delicate to bring up outright, so in the end she kept her mouth shut.
Hehehe… haa… how long has it been since I felt shame like this…
In her younger years she'd stripped out of her underwear at work or masturbated just to take the edge off her urges—but to feel this kind of humiliation while simply sitting still, doing nothing at all… it almost made her respect her son even more.
"……I have something today, so let's move the entire schedule up a little."
"Yes, President."
Her son's text didn't spare a single thought for her circumstances. Without a moment's hesitation she pushed every appointment forward, then worked without a single break so she could see him as soon as possible. She left a full two hours earlier than usual.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
The second she finished she rushed to the place he'd named. Heetae was stretched out on the bed, watching TV like he had all the time in the world. Today was the day she would finally be trained as a real sow—a day of enormous importance—and yet he lounged there as if it were nothing special. The casual indifference only made her feel more wretched.
"You're here?"
"Yeees…"
He sat there with his cock standing stiff, openly watching porn. Any ordinary mother would have scolded him and started lecturing—but right now he was about to become her Master. Whatever he did was only natural. The sight of his cock short-circuited every thought in Jihee's head.
"Then let's begin."
While I waited at the motel, I went back over exactly how I was going to train Mom.
"Yeah…… this place really is a dump."
I'd picked a run-down motel on purpose. A woman like Mom could stroll into a five-star hotel without a second thought. A shabby little place like this? She'd never set foot in one in her life.
No one would ever imagine a woman of her standing getting reduced to a sow in a cheap, crumbling motel like this.
To get ready for her, I'd set my phone up on a tripod for recording. The rest of the time I spent naked, watching porn—and she showed up in under an hour.
She'd clearly rushed over; her breathing was rough. I presented my fully hard cock without a shred of shame and spoke. Mom, already worked up, wore a filthy little smile as she started slowly stripping, eyes bright with anticipation for everything that was about to happen.