Date (Outdoor Training) 4
"Hehe🤍 Still not nearly enough for my baby, is it? Look how hard your cock's gotten🤍 Jihee will work extra hard to make cock-sama feel all better~🤍"
The moment they stepped into the restroom, Mom put on that filthy expression and stroked his half-hard cock through his pants, smiling. He'd already cum a few times in the theater, but his stamina wasn't so pathetic that a little of that would leave him drained. Honestly, he was still far from satisfied.
"Nobody comes here, so you can fuck me however you want🤍"
Mom had chosen the department store knowing exactly this would happen. She hiked up her skirt at once, heart-shaped nipple patches still stuck over her pussy, and wiggled her ass to short-circuit his reason.
"Come on~ Here's the maso pussy you love so much~🤍"
Bracing her hands on the urinal, she turned her back, thrust her hips out, and swayed her ass in a slow, teasing roll, luring him in.
"Well, this is a bathroom."
Smack!!
"Then what do you call this?"
"Haaauuunnngh🤍🤍"
In the end he was going to give in to lust and let her have what she wanted—but he wasn't about to let her take the lead. He spanked her ass hard. A fresh handprint bloomed over the already reddened skin from earlier, and Mom instantly flipped into pure submission.
"Yeees~ This is Master's toilet pussy. Please dump whatever you want into your toilet pussy as much as you likeee🤍🤍"
True to her masochistic nature, she immediately degraded herself to seduce him. Even though she had already submitted, every so often she still tried to steer things herself. Giving her the reins wouldn't change their relationship now—but they were still early in her training. He needed to keep a firm grip on the lead so nothing shifted later. That was why he deliberately refused to hand her control.
Rip!
"Haaungh🤍"
He tore the nipple patch off her pussy. A few pubic hairs came away with it, baring her completely.
"Guess I'll put it to use, then."
He couldn't hold back either. He shoved his pants down and drove straight into Mom's pussy.
Schlick!
"Hrnggguuuuhh🤍🤍🤍"
The instant his cock sank in she let out a beastly moan, clenching around him like she was welcoming him home even though they'd only been apart a short while. The cum and juices from earlier worked as perfect lube; she took him to the root at once, and he started pounding.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
"Hnn🤍 Hngk🤍 Haang🤍 Mmph🤍"
Every thrust dragged another moan out of her. After holding it in at the theater, she was being even louder now.
"If you keep making that much noise, someone's going to hear."
"R-Right now I'm just a toilet, so it's fine🤍🤍"
The staff had already caught on, so noise or silence hardly mattered. Mom was a high-tier VIP even among VIPs; they were deliberately looking the other way.
"Haa~ My legs are getting tired."
"Then sit right there~ I'll move myself and squeeze Master's cock nice and tight~🤍"
He sat on the toilet; Mom straddled him, wrapping her arms around him as they devoured each other.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
"Mmph🤍 Slurp🤍 Haang🤍 Mmnh🤍 Pwah~ Master's spit tastes so good🤍"
Fully enslaved, Mom kissed him greedily, lapping up his saliva. Even while savoring his spit she never stopped working her hips, her face pure bitch in heat.
"Play with this bitch's tits toooo🤍🤍"
Eyes glazed, she grabbed his hands and pressed them to her chest, begging him to use them. He obliged—ripping off the remaining nipple patch and twisting both nipples hard.
"Oooooohhhnnngh🤍🤍🤍"
Pain in her nipples was enough to tip her over. She came hard, squirting all over his stomach.
"I'm sorryy🤍🤍 But it feels too goooood🤍🤍"
She apologized for soaking him, yet pleasure had pickled her brain so thoroughly that even while saying sorry she couldn't stop gushing.
"A toilet that dares dirty its Master—what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Smack!!!!
"Hiiigguuuuuhh!!🤍🤍 I'm sorry—please punish this insolent toilet mooore🤍🤍🤍"
He wasn't actually angry, but as Master he had to show authority. He slapped her swaying breasts a few times the way she might seduce a man. At once Mom laced her fingers behind her head in the proper training pose of submission, presenting her chest so he could hit it more easily.
"I'm dumping it in the toilet!!"
"Oooohhgooohhnnn🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍"
Treating her pussy as nothing more than a toilet, he came lightly, casually, flooding her full of cum again. Mom climaxed with him, spine arching like a drawn bow, body jerking; once he'd finished she went limp and slumped against him.
"Haa~ One last thing left, then."
"Eheheh—huh?"
She'd thought it was over. When he said something remained, Mom looked puzzled. She still didn't have the strength to move, but she was listening clearly enough.
"It's not like cum is the only thing you dump in a toilet, right?"
A full-body shudder ran through her as she grasped his meaning. Still buried inside her, he lifted Mom and carried her back in front of the urinal. He pulled out, then sat her between the fixtures like a brand-new urinal. Squatting with her legs spread wide, she cupped her hands under her chin, looked up at him, and opened her mouth as far as it would go.
"Aaaah~ Please piss as much as you want into this mouth toilet~"
Drool already spilling from her lips, she waited for him to let go. There wasn't a shred of humiliation or disgust on her face—only pure, hungry anticipation.
Shiiiiisss...
He aimed close and unleashed a hot stream straight into Mom's mouth. Steam rose as the warm piss poured in; she swallowed in time with the flow so nothing overflowed, serving perfectly as his toilet.
Gulp🤍 Gulp🤍 Gulp🤍
It was the first urine she'd ever tasted, yet she showed zero revulsion. In the end she drank every last drop he gave her. Not a single spill. As a toilet, she had performed flawlessly.
"Buuurp~"
After downing that much piss she let out a little belch; a faint wisp of urine-steam curled from her lips, the sight obscenely lewd.
"Thank you for pissing into your toilet's mouth-pussy, Master🤍🤍"
She even remembered the final words of gratitude. Every scrap of human pride and dignity had been abandoned—she was the living image of a meat toilet itself.
"Good girl, Mom. From now on I'll call you whenever I need to go."
"Yeees~🤍 Whenever you want, please piss as much as you like into your meat toilet's mouth-pussy🤍🤍"
At the promise that he'd keep treating her as a toilet, Mom smiled in pure bliss. Fully satisfied, they cleaned up quickly and returned to the VIP room. The staff had surely heard every sound, yet professional to the end, they simply smiled and welcomed them back.
As a kind of hush money he bought her a few outfits and left a generous tip before they left the department store. There was still more on the schedule, but he still felt unsatisfied, so he cancelled everything left, took Mom to a motel, and trained her until she passed out. Only that night did they finally go home. It had been a thoroughly satisfying date.
Believing this happy life with Mom would simply continue, he spent the following days as usual—until the unexpected arrived out of nowhere.
"You."
"Y-Yeah? What?"
"What the hell did you do to Mom?"
Dohee fixed him with a sharp, certain glare.
Something's off....
The moment she got home, an unidentifiable smell made Dohee wrinkle her nose. Someone had clearly blasted air freshener to cover it, but the odor that had been hanging around for a while now couldn't be fully hidden.
"Welcome home."
"....I'm back."
Mom and Oppa were there like always, yet some strange current ran between them.
Weird!
She couldn't pin down exactly when, but Mom and Oppa's attitudes both felt different. Mom had grown softer; Oppa seemed somehow more insolent.
Even when he asked Mom for things, casual speech slipped out now and then—and Mom never once scolded him for it. Seohee had spoken casually since she was little, so that was one thing. But Oppa, who used to use polite language, dropping it without a single reprimand? That didn't fit Mom at all.
Mom, who would lecture her kids for a full twenty minutes over even the smallest mistake... just letting it slide?
Something had definitely happened between those two.
But I don't have any proof.
Before she got home it was just the two of them; anything that happened then, she had no way of knowing. Still, the sticky, uneasy atmosphere between them was too hard to ignore.
If he's done anything weird to Mom—!
In Dohee's head it was simply unthinkable that Mom herself might have done something wrong. All suspicion fixed on her older brother, Heetae.
Once she'd sorted her thoughts, Dohee laid plans to find out exactly what was going on between them. Starting the next day, she began watching Oppa.
She never once imagined this would overturn her entire life. At the beginning, at least, her only pure intention had been worry for her mother.