(Taste Warning) Mother and Daughter's Filthy Daily Life
"No."
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
Even though his mother had thrown away her pride and begged him like a pleading animal, her son refused without a shred of mercy. For the two of them, bound not by an ordinary mother-and-son bond but by a master-and-slave relationship, Heetae's word was absolute law. She could plead. She could grovel. She could never refuse. Even a command so reckless it might destroy her entire life was, in her mind, worth carrying out if it earned her nothing more than a moment of her son's amusement.
Haaaah…
Honestly, she had known from the start that he would ignore her begging. To her son she was nothing more than a sow who, the instant an order was given, had to obey without the slightest resistance. The normal, ideal relationship of mother and son had vanished long ago. The only thing left was that he still sometimes chose to think of her as his mother and acknowledge her as such—and if his mood shifted and he treated her as a pure sow instead, she had not the slightest will to refuse him.
"Yeees… Just as Son commands, I'll start masturbating right here in the conference room…"
With refusal simply not an option, Jihee swallowed hard and glanced around. Everyone's eyes were locked on the screen at the front of the room; not a single gaze was turned her way. The lights were off as well, so the only illumination came from the presentation itself, and she was seated in the farthest corner—hard enough for anyone to notice even if they tried.
The presenter looked nervous too, eyes glued to the slides and the script, never glancing in her direction. Deciding this was her chance, she slowly parted her legs.
Haa… Everyone else is listening so carefully to the briefing, and here I am, the company president, spreading my legs so I can masturbate…
The presentation covered a critical company matter, so the whole room was focused—yet she carefully, quietly worked her panties and stockings down so that no one would notice, baring her ass and the thick bush covering her pussy.
Sniff… sniff… N-ngh, the smell is way too strong…
She had only pulled down her panties and stockings, yet the scent trapped inside them burst free as if it meant to fill the entire conference room. Praying no one would catch on, she held up her phone with one hand to film and let the fingers of the other slip past her pubic hair until they touched her pussy.
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
The barest contact of a fingertip was enough. Already hypersensitive, and electrified by the thrill of touching herself in a room packed with other people, her body seized up and she climaxed lightly on contact alone.
Startled by the unexpected orgasm, she twitched and ducked her head so no one would see the face of a bitch in heat. Luckily, no one was looking; no one noticed. But the knowledge that she had just fingered herself to climax in the same room as her subordinates began to drive her wild with arousal.
I have to hide my face… I absolutely cannot get caught…
No matter that she was her son's toilet-sow slave, this truth could never be allowed to reach anyone else. She composed her expression, lifted her head as if studying the slides, and began properly masturbating.
Squish… squish… squish… squish…
Ooooh… This is too… I'm way too sensitive…
She stroked herself slowly enough to keep her face under control, yet her pussy—already wound to the breaking point—was dripping from the slightest touch.
Above the table she wore her usual composed mask. Beneath it she sat with her legs spread wide, juices running freely, every inch the bitch in heat. If a man saw her, he would try to blackmail her and take her on the spot. If a woman saw her, the rumor would tear through the company by nightfall and she would never sit in the president's chair again. It was a catastrophic risk—and because it was her son's command, refusal was simply impossible.
Ooh… nnngh… haaahn… My pussy juice won't stop…
The thick fluid ran down and pooled on the floor in a small puddle; anyone who came near would feel the sharp sting of a bitch in heat flooding their nose.
"That concludes my report."
While she was lost in her masturbation the presentation ended. The lights came back on, and every eye in the room swung toward her.
I-if they look at me now…
Teetering on the edge of climax when the sudden attention hit her, her pussy flared even more sensitive. She knew she had to stop moving her hand—yet her body, defying her will, drove her fingers deeper and she came hard, squirting across the floor.
Psssshhhhh!!!!!
Her face held, miraculously, but the thought of climaxing and spraying her juices right in front of everyone blanked her mind white. She could not speak a word; she simply sat there trembling through the waist, absorbing every stare.
"Um… Madam President, what did you think…?"
When she remained frozen, Director Kim asked the question. Normally President Jihee would have taken the lead and offered her views at once. Right now, simply keeping her expression intact was the limit of what she could manage.
"First… let's… exchange opinions among… nngh… yourselves…"
She forced her mouth open just enough to push the discussion onto the staff. While they talked among themselves, Jihee—defeated by excitement and pleasure—started moving her fingers again.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
I shouldn't be doing this, but I'm so turned on…
At first she had only obeyed because her son's order left her no right of refusal. Now she was finger-fucking her own pussy of her own free will.
The other employees earnestly traded ideas and got the meeting rolling. She sat above them with a haughty expression while, under the table, she kept plunging her fingers into herself.
I'm coming again!!
Wound tight by the situation itself, Jihee finally squirted and climaxed once more. Masturbating through a business meeting—something she had never even imagined—opened her eyes to an entirely new kind of pleasure.
"Then we'll end today's meeting here. Everyone, back to your desks."
After finishing herself three times, Jihee hurriedly straightened her clothes and rose first. Hidden by her stockings, her thighs and calves were soaked through with pussy juice, yet she strode out of the conference room with perfect composure, accepting the polite bows of her staff as she went.
And not a single person realized that the faint, lingering smell in the conference room was coming from their president's pussy.
Bang!!
The starter pistol in the coach's hand cracked, and every athlete waiting on the line exploded forward into a sprint.
All of them were giving everything they had over a hundred meters, yet they did not move as one. One runner pulled unmistakably ahead of the rest.
Beep. Beep-beep-beep-beep.
At the finish, another coach logged the time of the first arrival, then recorded the others as they came in a clear second later. The gap was obvious even by ear alone. The girl who had crossed first wore a calm, steady expression; the rest looked less jealous than resigned, watching her with something close to reverence.
"That's our Dohee~"
The female coach smiled as she walked over to the winner, clapping her on the shoulder with open praise. Watching Dohee's times improve day after day filled her with real pride.
"You all worked hard. Everyone's times are getting better."
It wasn't only Dohee improving. The other athletes who looked up to her were lifting their own records right alongside her, and the whole group had posted strong results.
"Great work today, sunbae!!!!"
Twitch.
"Yeah. Good work."
Dohee caught her breath and stretched, rolling out her shoulders. A junior who idolized her came bouncing over, eyes shining, and offered a bright greeting.
The moment the younger girl approached, Dohee tensed—then answered the greeting anyway.
Did she notice…? Hnnngh…
From the outside it looked perfectly ordinary: a junior greeting her senior while the senior cooled down. But Dohee was putting on a private little exhibition of her own.
It's gotten this long… if anyone notices…
Fortunately the junior's gaze stayed locked on Dohee's face and never dropped to her armpits.
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
She ought to have lowered her arms at once. Instead, unable to resist the rush of exposure, she stretched even farther under the pretense of loosening up—and her pussy began to drip in thick, lazy threads.
Dohee barely grew hair under her arms to begin with; even after more than a week of letting it go, there was only a faint shadow. Combined with her coppery tan it was nearly invisible unless you looked from inches away. Psychologically, though, she was mortified. This was the longest she had ever grown her underarm hair in her life.
If my pussy hair gets even a little longer, it's going to poke out…
Her armpits were still short and sparse. Her crotch was another story. She had been using growth cream; the bush was dense and longer than average. In a skimpy track uniform, one wrong move and it could slip into view.
"Sunbae, let's hit the showers!"
"Yeah… okay…"
If she showered, everyone would see the thick growth between her legs. The thought of showing that shameful sight to other people sent a jolt of heat through her as she headed for the locker room with her junior.