The Education of a Fragile Member
“A pathetic cock that finishes the moment it’s touched really needs some education, doesn’t it?”
Due to the effects of the aphrodisiac, my member was hypersensitive, twitching violently as if it might burst from the slightest brush of a fingertip. Instead of gently caressing it, she grabbed it firmly and pressed down ruthlessly with her fingertips. A wave of pleasure, too intense for my small mind to process, violently swept through my brain like a tsunami. I couldn't resist; I simply spilled my seed, spraying it out in a frenzy.
“Aghhhhh!! Ah, ah! Ahhh…!!”
Tears welled in my eyes as I writhed and groaned, my body twisting uncontrollably. My mind was so saturated with pleasure that coherent thought was impossible. Na-yeon’s mother chuckled, watching with amusement as hot semen bubbled and surged from between her fingers.
“...Oh my, Teacher~ I know my hands are good, but really, how can you finish the moment I touch you?”
With that, Na-yeon’s mother began to rhythmically rub her hand, her wrist snapping with a steady, practiced motion. *Thwack, thwack, thwack.*
“Haa, haa, haa…!! St-stop, ahhh....!”
“...A pathetic cock that finishes the moment it’s touched really needs some education, doesn’t it? Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to turn it into a proper, mature male member. You can look forward to it, okay? Hehe.”
“Ugh… hnnngh....”
I wished the erection would just fade away so she couldn't milk me anymore, but despite the massive amount I had just ejaculated, it refused to go soft. I was helpless, forced to endure the torture of being milked while fully erect. Na-yeon’s mother smiled cruelly, putting strength into her wrist and shaking me up and down more violently, the wet, slapping sounds filling the room. My member twitched in agony, and a second orgasm exploded out of me.
“Ugh…! Ugh, ugh, ghhhhh…!!”
It didn't even feel like a second orgasm; it felt like the first one was just continuing indefinitely. I shuddered pitifully, my body trembling against the handcuffs as another massive peak of pleasure flooded my brain. Seeing my wretched expression, Na-yeon’s mother shook her head with a satisfied smile and whispered.
“...There’s still a long way to go, Teacher~ I’m going to drain you until your balls are completely empty, so don’t even dream of resting yet. Hehe...”
Without stopping her rhythmic handiwork, she reached for the basin of sticky love gel and poured it over my member again and again.
“....Ugh…! Ghhhhh....! Ugh....!”
As a result, within just a few minutes, I had already ejaculated over five times. It felt as if something other than just semen was being pulled out of me—my dignity, my personality, my very humanity. With unfocused, hollow eyes, I let out meaningless whimpers.
“.....Ah..... Aaaa..... Aaaaaa....”
“...Oh my? Teacher~ You haven’t broken down already, have you? That would be a problem... I suppose we can’t have that. Shall we take a little break?”
Na-yeon’s mother feigned concern and finally pulled her hand away. A thick, viscous liquid—a mixture of semen and love gel—stretched out like slime between her hand and my member. Surprisingly, even then, my erection hadn't faded in the slightest; it remained as hard as stone. I couldn't even begin to guess what she had fed me to make this possible.
Na-yeon’s mother looked at my still-hard member with a satisfied smile, scooped up another handful of love gel, and muttered.
“...I’ll give you a massage here and there while we rest, so try to relax your body~ Though I doubt you have any strength left to relax anyway.”
“Hnnngh, hahh..... hahh.”
She was right. After being milked repeatedly, I hadn't had the energy to move a finger for a long time. The handcuffs on my wrists were practically meaningless. I let my limp, powerless body be completely at the mercy of her touch. Na-yeon’s mother coated her entire body in love gel, then climbed on top of me and began to rub her wet skin against mine.
My eyes widened as I stared at her, gasping for air. The soft, warm skin of a woman in her thirties pressed against me, enveloping me in a cozy, pleasant warmth, as if I were in a hot bath. But the comfort was short-lived. She slowly lowered her body, trapped my member between her breasts, and began to rotate her hips, sending a fresh wave of torturous pleasure through my mind.
“Ughhh....! Ghhhh.... Ugh.....”
Na-yeon’s mother massaged my lower body with care while keeping my member, which was still spurting semen, trapped between her breasts. She pressed firmly on my PC muscles, just below my testicles, forcibly squeezing out the last drops of thick fluid trapped inside.
“...Augh.... Ugh.....”
“Wow, Teacher~ See? There was so much stale semen piled up inside you. If you leave it, it’ll rot, so you have to drain it out at the right time, okay? You understand?”
Then, she leaned forward, wrapped her sticky hands around the soles of my feet, and began to rub between my toes, making wet, squelching sounds.
“Heeek...! Haa, hahh...! Uhihi...”
The ticklish sensation spread from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, making it impossible to keep still. Like a madman, I shed tears, laughing in agony and twisting my body in pain. I was already sensitive to touch, but with the aphrodisiac in my system, it was unbearable. Na-yeon’s mother watched my miserable, forced-smiling face with a mischievous expression for a long time.
Finally, having had her fill of fun, she stopped the teasing, set my feet down, and crawled up until she was face-to-face with my member, looking up at me with a beaming smile.
“...Now, you’ve rested enough, right? Let’s finish up by cleaning you off♥”
With a sinister smile, she scooped up a generous amount of love gel—but this time, she didn't apply it to me; she applied it to a towel she had prepared. I had no idea what she was planning, and I could only tremble in fear as I watched.
She held the ends of the gel-soaked towel, wrapped the center tightly around my glans, and began to rub it back and forth with a casual, rhythmic motion. A pleasure so intense it felt like my head would shatter hit me, and I bit my lip, eyes wide, as I climaxed again.
“Aughhhhhhh!!! Ahhh, ahhhhh!!!!”
“....Oh my, was that too intense? I’m sorry~ Towel-milking is quite stimulating even without aphrodisiacs, so I’ll adjust the pressure a bit~”
She smiled and rubbed the towel more gently than before. But even that was enough to drive me to the brink of insanity. I wept pitifully and thrashed about, but she only continued to rub the towel, occasionally leaning down to plant kisses on my inner thigh, leaving bright red lipstick marks.
“Aughhh!! Ugh, ahhh...! Ghhh....”
Semen seeped through the stretched towel, dripping down like foam. Only when not a single drop remained in my testicles did she finally stop. She used the dry side of the towel to wrap my member and squeezed it firmly, wiping away the residue. Only then did my erection fade slightly, leaving my member twitching and spasming, bent slightly to the right.
Na-yeon’s mother crawled back up, letting her hair fall over my cheeks as she looked down at me and whispered.
“....How is it? Much better than those milk-breathed little brats, right....? Hehe, of course it is. No matter what they do, you’re mine anyway.... You understand?”
As she let her hair fall, revealing her forehead and giggling, her face looked briefly, childishly mischievous. Soon after, she let her breasts hang over my face, reached up, and clicked the handcuffs open. She lifted my exhausted, limp body, held me tightly in her arms, and sighed as she looked at the bedsheets and quilt, which were a complete mess of my semen.
“....Well, Na-yeon is a bit dense, so she probably won’t notice, but let’s keep today a secret. *Sigh*, she’s in such a rebellious phase these days that I have to walk on eggshells around my own daughter, really....”
Saying this, she kissed my forehead with affection as I lay there dazed, and hugged me like a doll once more. Afterward, she dressed me and, worried because I couldn't walk properly, personally escorted me to the apartment entrance.
“Goodbye, Teacher! See you next time!”
I waved back at her with a dazed expression and began to stumble toward the house where my younger sister was waiting.