The Date (Outdoor Training) 2
"Haaang~"
When I pinched Mother's stiffly swollen nipple with the chopsticks, she moaned, and I offered a mock apology as if it had been an accident.
"This looks delicious too."
"Y-you can eat it if you want, Son."
"Yeah? It's hard to grab properly with chopsticks."
"That one you suck and lick with your mouth—hhnn—and bite into."
She even taught me how to eat her own nipples, gathering both breasts with her arms to make it easier for me.
"Then shall I have a taste?"
"Hiiieuuung!! Haaang~ Yes, bite like that—it's even better!!"
We had already finished most of the raw fish, so she was left nearly naked. With my stomach full, my lust only swelled further; Mother looked even more appetizing than before.
"It stretches so well like this!"
"Oooooohhh!!! "
I seized the nipple already slick with my saliva and pulled; her breast elongated lewdly, feeding my sadism. The bestial moans pouring from her made her look like a bitch in heat, and my cock stiffened hard in response.
"Mm, that's enough eating. Time for a drink, yeah?"
"Y-yes..."
When I released the nipple it sprang back into place, jiggling like soft pudding and proving just how pliant it was. Mother wore a faintly disappointed look, yet she obeyed without protest; she already knew far more torment still waited for her.
"We still have the date left, so don't drink too much—just one glass each."
"Okay, Son."
Since the date was only beginning, we limited ourselves to a single pour. I made her rise, then kneel properly and sit with her thighs open. I took a mouthful of liquor, leaned in, and fed it to her through a deep kiss.
Gulp. Gulp.
"Haa~ That was delicious."
Drinking while we kissed clearly excited her; she sighed out a soft, liquor-scented breath of pure pleasure.
"Want Mommy to do it for you this time?"
She wanted to return the favor the same way, but I had a different method in mind, so I refused and poured the alcohol straight between her spread thighs instead.
"Haa... This is..."
"It's called a seaweed drink. You mix the liquor with all the cunt juice Mommy's been leaking."
"You're really going to embarrass me..."
Normally no one would mix in pussy juices, yet Mother—already serving as my living vessel and dripping with arousal—had soaked her pubic hair until it was matted and glossy. The alcohol became a filthy, lewd cocktail of sake and her own slick.
"I accept this meal gratefully."
"Hnnngh..."
I buried my face between her legs, lapping at the soaked curls while I drank every drop. Her hips jerked; she came lightly on the spot, squirting more juices that only increased the volume of my drink.
"Haa~ First time I've ever tasted such an obscene liquor."
"Hnn... Haang..."
Watching Mother tremble through the aftershocks left me thoroughly satisfied. I wiped her down with wet tissues, dressed her again, and we left the restaurant.
"Eating like that once in a while is pretty nice. How about you, Mom?"
"Mommy loved it too. Tell me anytime you want."
"Got it. I already reserved seats at the downtown cinema, so let's go watch a movie."
"Downtown? Okay."
There was a small theater near the house, but I deliberately chose the busy city center. We wouldn't be fully exposed, yet walking around in clothes this revealing was still intensely shameful—perfect for today's purpose.
The theater had no dedicated lot, so we used the public parking garage. The walk was only about five minutes, but the streets thronged with people; there was no way to avoid their stares.
Mother clearly understood. She stepped out of the car wearing a tense expression.
"Shall we?"
"Mm."
The moment she got out she tried to tug the hem of her skirt down, but it was a one-piece; pulling it only exposed more of her chest. She froze in an awkward half-stance until I ordered her not to touch the clothes. Obedient as ever, she immediately dropped her hands.
"Walking around like this makes you feel like my girlfriend."
"R-really?"
Her face flushed with delight at the word "girlfriend." Mother had always looked young; when we were alone people often mistook us for a couple. Still, being told she looked youthful and being claimed as her beloved's lover made her genuinely happy.
"Then for now you're my girlfriend, so I should call you Jihee."
"Yes! S— Heetae."
Hearing her own son call her by name filled her with bliss; she pressed herself against me exactly like a real lover. I slipped an arm around her shoulders, treating her as my girlfriend for the day.
"Our Jihee's tits are so soft."
"Aing~ Not outside..."
I playfully groped her breast. She pouted and cooed that we shouldn't, yet she made no move to push my hand away or twist free; instead she thrust her chest a little farther forward, as if inviting me to touch all I wanted.
"Well, we can't get too carried away in public, so I'll hold back a little."
"Okay. But if you want to touch, you can."
The words she whispered into my ear, paired with that lewd expression, only stoked my sense of conquest higher. Still, open groping would cause real trouble, so I settled for subtle caresses as we entered the downtown streets.
"Hnn..."
As expected, the area was packed. No one else wore anything remotely as revealing as Mother. Society had grown more open, yet clothing this extreme still made both the wearer and the onlookers uncomfortable; few people ever dressed this way.
"See that guy over there? He's stopped dead just staring at you."
"Huuu..."
More than a third of her breasts were bare, and her thighs were almost fully exposed; one more inch of hem and her ass would have been on display. The outfit hit men like a shockwave. Some pretended not to look, but most stole glances—or, like the man I pointed out, stared openly.
Ordinarily anyone dressed like this would be cursed as a whore in people's minds. When the woman was beautiful, however, the same clothes became fashion and drew every eye naturally.
Under my orders Mother could not even adjust her clothing. If her massive ass caused the hem to ride up, disaster would follow—yet she prioritized my command above everything, the perfect obedient slave.
"Mmm~"
I let the hand draped over her shoulder brush her breast again and again, stoking her lust. Feeling my touch, she pressed herself even tighter against me, silently begging for more. I deliberately withheld any deeper contact, leaving her desperate and aching.
By the time we reached the theater she was already trembling with arousal from the stares and my teasing fingers.
"Something wrong, Jihee?"
"N-no, I'm fine..."
We boarded an empty elevator. The moment the doors closed I seized both of her breasts and squeezed hard. At last receiving a proper grip, Mother's hips jerked and a look of pure heat flooded her face; she seemed to have climaxed lightly right there.
"Looks like the movie's about to start."
I pretended nothing had happened and steered her past the kiosks straight to the single female clerk at the ticket window. Lunch hour kept the lobby quiet; when we approached, the clerk's face flushed crimson and she fidgeted nervously.
Soft. Soft.
"Reservation under Heetae Lee."
"Y-yes, just a moment!"
Her panic stemmed partly from Mother's outfit, but mostly from the way I was openly kneading Mother's breasts. Whether from pure innocence or sheer shock, the clerk's face burned red; her hands shook as she checked the booking.
"Hnn..."
Gulp.
When Mother moaned and let a sultry expression bloom across her face, the clerk swallowed hard, eyes locked on her. Normally she might have asked us to stop, yet she simply pretended she saw nothing.
"Is it taking long?"
"Huh? Ah! J-just a second!"
My voice startled her into hurriedly printing the tickets. I slid them into the deep valley of Mother's cleavage and headed for the entrance.
"Tickets."
"Y-yes, received!"
I pulled the tickets from between Mother's breasts and handed them to the usher. The woman reacted exactly like the first clerk—flustered, she took them and waved us through.
The theater was nearly empty; I had deliberately chosen an unpopular film. We took our seats. When the lights dimmed only three other people sat in the entire auditorium.
"B-baby..."
"What's wrong?"
"It's gotten so big here... Want me to take care of it?"
I made no effort to hide my erection, sitting with my hard cock clearly outlined. Mother, already in full heat, casually rested her hand on my crotch over the pants and began stroking.
"In a public place?"
"It's fine. You're the one suffering more, right? Hmm? Momm—Jihee will suck your cock so deliciously, okay?"
Completely lost to lust, she slipped off her seat and nestled her face between my thighs, pleading. She pressed her soft breasts against my cock, rubbing deliberately.
"Can't just use me as an excuse."
"Yes... Sorry. Right now Jihee is so horny she just wants to suck her boyfriend's cock. Please, let Jihee suck your cock with her mouth-pussy."
Not a shred of pride remained. She dropped every pretense and begged honestly; the cuteness of it made me grant permission.
"Thank you, baby~"
Unable to wait another second, Mother yanked my pants and underwear down and freed my cock.
"I accept this meal gratefully."
She licked her lips, then lunged without hesitation and began to suck.