A Hypnotized Mom's Lewd Day (2)
“Ahh♡ Aah♡”
“Aah♡ O-Oppa♡”
Jiwon and I took turns getting stepped on by Hoyoung. It didn't hurt—in fact, it felt good.
When I was little, I never understood why boys played mean pranks on me. Even when I chased them down in a rage and beat them, they'd just giggle. Now I get it. They actually liked me. They were just messing around to get my attention.
“Haaah♡ H-Hoyoung. I'm sorry. Mom started picking on Jiwon first.”
“No, Oppa♡ It was my fault. I talked back to Mom, so step on me more♡”
“No! I'm the bitch who deserves to die. Punish me harder♡”
“Oppa! Punish me! Punish me!”
Getting trampled by my son right now made my chest tingle with excitement. I felt like an attention whore, but only for him.
“Eh, I don't care. Whose fault it is isn't my problem. You two can fight all you want, just don't inflict any serious injuries. It's a hassle. Especially no killing.”
“Got it, Hoyoung.”
“Yeah, Oppa.”
The moment 'no killing' came out of Hoyoung's mouth, my murderous intent toward Jiwon vanished in an instant. Of course. We could fight, but killing was off-limits. How had I forgotten something so obvious?
Jiwon looked just as dazed, clearly thinking the same thing.
“Hey.”
“Y-Yes?”
My son calling me hey. Strangely, it didn't bother me at all.
“Make some food. I'm hungry.”
“Okay. Right away.”
“Kim Jiwon, you game with me.”
“Sure, Oppa.”
While the kids played games, I prepared the meal. For the record, Jiwon was brainwashed to always concede victory to Oppa in close matches, so Hoyoung always won.
“Argh! Lost again!!”
“Hahaha. You really suck at games.”
“One more round!!”
Jiwon's clueless persistence was almost pitiful. Anyway, once cooking was done, I waited quietly until Hoyoung paused his game. You never interrupted what your son was doing.
“Ah, this is boring now.”
“One more, Oppa! I haven't won even once!”
“Shut up.”
“Okay, shutting up.”
“Let's eat.”
“Got it, Oppa.”
Jiwon, who had been fuming moments ago, meekly headed to the table like nothing happened.
“Family bonding time?”
“Sounds good.”
“Sure, Oppa.”
Jiwon naturally stripped naked and bent over the table. Hoyoung used his sister like a chair and sat on her back. I knelt like a eunuch serving the king, scooping rice and holding it politely to his lips.
“Meat.”
“Ah, sorry! Meat coming right up.”
At his command, I set down the rice, picked up some meat with chopsticks, and fed it to him. This was our family's wholesome dinner scene. I could confidently say we were the happiest family in the world.
Hoyoung had killer comic timing, making mealtimes even more fun.
“Went to the amusement park yesterday.”
“Khk. A-And?”
“Some loser was gonna propose to his girlfriend, so I turned him into a monk and made her a slut who spreads for any guy.”
“Puhahaha!!”
“Kekekeke!!”
Jiwon and I clutched our stomachs laughing. It hurt so bad.
“Then I snuck onto a cruise, kicked out all the VIPs, and raw-dogged two random chicks.”
“Hahahahaha! That's my Hoyoung!”
“Oppa, you're hilarious! Hahaha!”
Truth be told, we were under special brainwashing as punishment for once ignoring Hoyoung's words. Everything he said felt hilarious, bubbling up from our core with massive reactions. His stories cracked me up to tears every time.
“Should've picked the cute crew girls to fuck and dumped the ugly ones in the ocean.”
“Hahahahaha!!!”
“Oppa stories are the best! Hahaha! Honestly, I wait for dinner just to hear your tales?!”
“Who to fuck next time.”
“Haha! Introduce Mom's friends?”
“Puhaha! Mom's friends are too old. Just say the word—I got plenty of young hotties!”
Family dinners were always a blast.
“I'm full now.”
“Khuhk. All done? Time flew—too busy laughing.”
“Wanna hear more, Oppa. Kekeke.”
Next came dishes. Time for Jiwon and me to eat at the table. But we had no right to eat at his level, so our bowls went on the floor. We ate his leftovers, of course. If he finished everything, we starved—but no complaints.
“Alright, Mom. Start handjobbing.”
“Yes. Right away.”
“Jiwon, lick my balls.”
“Got it, Oppa. Slurp♡”
Pre-dish ritual number one. We devoted ourselves to pleasuring his cock until he came.
“Urk! Cumming!”
His semen splattered over our food. The ultimate topping! I used to hate it (can't remember why), but now I couldn't eat without it. Even plain rice with his cum went down three bowls easy.
“Nom nom nom. So good!”
“Slurp. Aaah~ Thanks, Oppa!”
Dishes done, personal time. I usually gossiped at a café with friends. Oh, all brainwashed, of course. They used to mock my son as a corporate drone or whatever, pissing him off enough to hypnotize them into seducing their own successful husbands for affairs. Their families imploded, lives ruined—but no resentment toward me. I was the popular one now. All thanks to Hoyoung.
“Ah, here. You're late?”
The friend with a doctor son spotted me first. An hour past schedule, but no apologies. Guilt was only for failing Hoyoung. Common sense.
“Haha. Ate rice topped with son's cum, so yeah.”
“For real? Lucky~ Hea-e's boy has that monster dick, right?”
“Kinda.”
Ah, superiority.
“Mine just studied—total premature. Canceled his license, sent him to Thailand for dick training.”
“I remember. Hoyoung went to the medical board himself to revoke it.”
“Yeah! He was immature, prioritized doctoring over cock, but your son set him straight~”
Then an immature friend butt in.
“So what's Hea-e's son do for work?”
Every friend, me included, glared. She shrank, sensing it.
“W-Why?”
“Hea-e. What to do with this bitch?”
“……Beat her near death. Son hates murder.”
“W-Wait, girls, why? Aaah!! Stop hitting!!”
Daring to mock our son. These irregulars popped up sometimes. Hoyoung called them that. Spotting viruses and eliminating them was our duty. Brainwashed to deem any slander of him an enemy, punishable severely. One friend stabbed her raging husband who badmouthed Hoyoung—got a national commendation. Nearly jailed, but Hoyoung hypnotized the cops.
“S-Sorry! Shouldn't have asked! I'll reflect!”
“Words are cheap. Didn't your son get a job? Storm his office naked and cause a scene.”
“O-Okay.”
Later, her son got fired over the naked rampage, became a hikikomori from shock. Self-inflicted. Friends apologized to me: “Sorry, Hea-e,” “Forgive us.” I took their wallets, slapped each full-force, and went home. Didn't ruin friendships, though—Hoyoung ensured they couldn't cut me off. They'd greet me smiling even if I shat on their faces.
“I'm off. Be careful next time.”
“Sorry, Hea-e.”
“Bye. We'll do better.”
“Forgive us. See you soon.”
Leaving them bowing 90 degrees, I headed home.
“Ahh…♡ Aaaah♡ O-Oppa…♡”
Jiwon lay collapsed at the door, covered in cum. Probably used and discarded mid-sex. No need to care, so I ignored her.
Ah, correction. Sex implies equals. They weren't. Hoyoung had simply used Jiwon, like an onahole. Sisters serving as big bro's fucktoys was natural duty—no fuss needed. As mom, I helped vent his urges too.
At night, I washed him thoroughly, stripped, and entered his room. Not for lover cuddles, obviously. I knew my place.
“Hey, dick case.”
“Yes. Dick case reporting♡”
“Put it on.”
“Yes♡”
Aah. Right now, I wasn't some lofty mom—I existed solely to warm Hoyoung's cock. A dick case. If choosing between mom or dick case, anyone would pick the latter. Far more glorious and happy than mere motherhood.
Grateful for this undeserved honor, I slid his cock into my pussy, wrapping it warmly. He grabbed my huge tits and drifted off. I diligently clenched through the night to keep him inside, matching his movements. Just mom duty.
Born with a pussy to serve his cock? Eternal truth, like sun rising east or Earth orbiting sun.
Couldn't tell if my wetness was mine or his leftover cum, but my soggy crotch felt lovable.
I never want to pull it out... My pussy feels empty without Hoyoung's cock now. Haa, so glad I birthed such a filial son. My greatest achievement. Everyone's proud. Rule us forever... my son, my master♡
Whispering loyalty to his sleeping form, my day ended.