Date (Outdoor Training)
"Shall we start doing this properly soon?"
Because of Dohee and Seohee, training Mom and having sex with her at home had become considerably restricted. Mom was enough of a masochist that she could have sex and declare herself a slave even in front of her daughters, but I had no intention of going that far. Dohee and Seohee were my precious little sisters; I couldn't put them through something like that.
"If she squirts that hard even in front of her own daughters, I wonder how far she'll go outside~"
I had deliberately done things in front of Dohee or Seohee plenty of times just to shame Mom. The situations were risky enough that we could have been caught, but the thrill and pleasure were nothing like ordinary sex. Once I'd tasted it, I grew bolder and bolder—last time I'd fucked Mom with Dohee only a few meters away.
We'd nearly been caught by Seohee that day, which had been dangerously close, but remembering how Mom's pussy had clenched around my fingers left me too unsatisfied to just let it go. So I looked up outdoor exposure online.
And I decided to put the plan into action over the weekend.
"Hnnnnngh🤍🤍🤍"
Thud.
Mom, who had been rocking her hips on top of me, climaxed the instant I came and collapsed straight down onto my body. Thanks to the training, she came whenever I did now, so we could finish sex without either of us left wanting.
"That felt so good again today🤍 Master🤍"
"Same here, Mom."
Having sex and training her at night in Mom's room—well soundproofed and far from Dohee and Seohee's rooms, so we could raise our voices a little without being heard—had become routine.
"You know, if my son wants it rougher, I'm fine with that too."
"We can do it like this sometimes. Isn't soft okay once in a while?"
"As long as my son is happy, Mom is happy with anything."
Ordinarily our training sex was quite rough, but today I had taken her gently, the way ordinary lovers would. Being a masochist, Mom seemed a little disappointed, yet my commands and my mood came first, so she simply said she liked it and nuzzled her face against my arm, acting cute.
"Do you have anything scheduled tomorrow?"
"Hm? Mom doesn't~"
"Then go on a date with me tomorrow."
"A-a date?!"
"Yeah. Why so surprised?"
"Mm… it's been so long since Mom went on a date🤍"
At the word date, Mom's eyes went round like a startled rabbit's, but she didn't seem to mind; she smiled and hugged me tight. After the old man died she had never gone on anything like a date, so of course she had assumed there would never be one again. The moment I brought it up, though, she lit up with joy.
No matter how much of a masochistic slave she was, she was still a woman—and women dream of going on dates with the person they love.
"Then I'll pick out your outfit. Wear exactly what I give you and come out."
"Okay~ Mom will be looking forward to tomorrow~"
I showered with my happy mother and then returned to my own room. Tomorrow wouldn't be a simple date—I planned outdoor exposure training—but I deliberately didn't tell her. Imagining the way she would panic and get turned on at the same time, I drifted off to sleep.
"Okay, Mom's heading out."
Following her suggestion that we leave separately rather than together, Mom left the house first and headed down to the underground parking garage. Lately she and I had been stuck together so much that Dohee was starting to find it strange; this was a precaution. She didn't fully suspect our relationship yet, but if we kept being that blatant we really could get caught, so we needed to hold back a little.
"I'm heading out for a bit too."
I left about ten minutes after Mom. Dohee didn't seem particularly suspicious. I met Mom, who was already waiting by the car.
"First, go change into these and then we'll go."
"O-okay… Mom really has to wear this?"
"Of course. Hurry up and put it on."
"Got it."
At first she had thought it would be an ordinary date, but the moment she saw the clothes I handed her she understood my intent. Looking faintly excited, she changed into what I had given her.
"Son, I'm dressed🤍"
"Did you put on the underwear I gave you?"
"Yeah… though the only 'underwear' you gave me was nipple patches~"
"That's because Mom's nipples show way too much otherwise. Or do you want to take those off too?"
"No! Even so, Mom doesn't want any man other than her son to see them!"
"Alright~ But Mom…"
"Hnnnnngh!!!🤍🤍"
"I don't plan on showing all of you off to other men either—but the one who decides that is me, not you. Understood?"
"Y-yes, Master……🤍"
Mom said she didn't want other men seeing her, and I had no intention of handing her over to other men either. Still, that decision belonged to my will, not hers. To drive the point home I grabbed her breasts and twisted, giving her a jolt of pain.
For a masochist like Mom, that level of pain registered as pleasure more than anything—but it still stimulated her submission. She would have understood clearly who was on top and who was on the bottom.
"Good. Then let's go."
"Yeees🤍"
One squeeze of her chest and Mom turned obedient at once. We set off.
"By the way, that outfit looks great on you."
"Thanks, son~"
Watching Mom drive from the passenger seat, my eyes were drawn to her enormous breasts, emphasized even more by the seatbelt.
The clothes I had given her were a black off-shoulder dress with a rather high degree of exposure. The neckline plunged deep enough to show a long stretch of cleavage; on Mom's huge chest it naturally drew every eye. On top of that the dress clung tight to her body, hiding nothing of her figure, and the skirt was short enough to bare most of her thighs.
On an ordinary person it might have looked cheap, but on Mom it became something seductive enough for a high-class party.
"Mm. Spread your legs."
Shff.
When we hit a red light I ordered her to open her legs. The skirt was so short that spreading them made it ride up completely, putting her pussy and ass on full display. She wasn't wearing a single thing underneath—dangerous clothing if she wasn't careful.
"You're already this wet?"
Squish. Squish.
"Hnn🤍 S-son, doing this here…"
Playing with Mom's pussy right there on the road was thrilling. The windows were tinted, so no one outside could see in—but from our seats we could see the other cars and the people, which only cranked the excitement higher.
And because the car was an expensive foreign model, it attracted stares on its own. Even knowing they were looking at the car and not at us, the weight of those eyes was impossible to ignore.
"What do you think they're looking at right now? The car… or Mom's pussy?"
Squish. Squish.
"Hnnnngh🤍 Haaahn🤍"
My words made her even more conscious of our surroundings; she dripped even harder and sank deeper into the sensation. Her already-soaked pussy couldn't hold still—she rocked her hips, riding my fingers. Given how strong her masochistic streak was, of course she had an exhibitionist side too. This was exactly what I expected.
"Hngh🤍 I'm about to—🤍… ah…"
Right before she could climax the light changed, and I pulled my hand away. Mom wore a desperately frustrated look, but there was nothing to be done about it now. She had no choice but to keep driving toward our destination.
"Here we are. How is it? Like it?"
"Yeah…… let's go in, son🤍"
The place Mom and I had arrived at was a restaurant—somewhere for a late breakfast or early lunch. Eating raw fish first thing in the morning could feel a little heavy, but for our first date I had deliberately chosen somewhere luxurious. After two years of working I had saved a fair amount; spending this much wasn't a problem at all.
"Welcome. I'll show you to your table."
I had reserved a private room in advance. Inside was a six-person table for the two of us; after a short wait, the prepared sashimi arrived.
"That waitress keeps staring at Mom."
"Mm…"
Even another woman couldn't help looking—the dress was that revealing. And if Mom wasn't careful her breasts swayed heavily enough to make it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Of course people stared.
"Well then—shall we set the plate?"
"Plate?"
Unlike what you'd expect from a high-end restaurant, the sashimi had come simply piled in one place. I had ordered it that way on purpose.
"Right here. The plate."
"Hnn🤍 Okay, son. I'll get ready."
When I pointed at Mom herself, she understood at once and began undressing. Naked except for the heart-shaped nipple patches, her body was lewd enough to make anyone forget about appetite entirely.
"Haa🤍 Haa🤍"
Even though it was my order, standing naked in a restaurant still embarrassed her; she instinctively tried to cover her pussy and breasts with her hands. One command, though, and she immediately lay flat on the table. There were no cameras and the door was locked, so no one was going to walk in or catch us—but I deliberately didn't tell her that. She simply obeyed her Master's command, showing me the proper face of a female who listens no matter how ashamed or humiliated she feels.
"Time for plating, then."
"Hnn🤍"
I began slowly laying the sashimi across Mom's body. Putting food on a person's skin isn't exactly hygienic, but knowing it was Mom's body, the thought of it being dirty never even crossed my mind.
"Like this, it really does look delicious."
"P-please enjoy your meal, Master……"
Even as my plate, Mom seemed aroused by the situation; little trails of pussy juice were already starting to leak out.
"Can't eat with these still on."
Riiip! Riiip!
"Hnn🤍"
I tore the nipple patches off as well, leaving her completely bare. The sight of Mom turned into my personal dish, silently begging me to hurry up and eat, stoked my sense of conquest until the whole meal felt intensely erotic.
"Mm~ the sashimi is excellent. Here, Mom—say ah~"
"Ah~ mm… it really is delicious🤍"
Dipping the fish in the soy sauce I had poured into her navel made it taste even better. I alternated between eating myself and feeding her; watching Mom eat the sashimi that had been laid on her own body made the perfect side dish, elevating the flavor even further.