Training Mom into a Meat Toilet
'That's it!!' I cheered inwardly at the sight of Mom on her knees, looking up at me and calling me "Master." The intense thrill surging through me was electric. Just moments ago, she'd been doing all sorts of naughty things with me, but she'd still clung to her maternal facade. She'd sucked my dick and offered her pussy like it was just indulging her son's whims or something she had no choice but to go along with. But now, calling me "Master" like this? She was the picture of a slave.
"Yeah, that's how you should call me... Harin."
"Nngh♥ Y-Yes, M-Master♥"
I called her by her name so casually, but she accepted it, addressing me as her Master and embracing her role as a meat toilet. It was clear she fully understood now—she wasn't here as my mom anymore, but as my meat toilet slave.
"I'll treat you like Mom normally... but the second I pull out my dick or call you by name, you become my meat toilet. Got it?"
"Yes, I understand, Master♥"
Confirming her own status as a meat toilet while calling me Master, Mom was heating up fast, radiating a lewd aura.
"Then lick my toes."
"Haa♥... Haa♥... Yes, Master♥"
This wasn't for pleasure anymore—it was pure humiliation. Yet she nodded without a hint of refusal, carefully lifting my foot.
"Th-Then I'll lick♥... Slurp♥ Suck♥ Mmmph♥"
She stuck out her tongue, lapped at my big toe, then slipped it into her mouth and started sucking.
This conquest feels insane. Not physical domination, but breaking her mentally. She was thrilling to the submission and humiliation, and I was drunk on the power rush. In the old world, what woman would go along with this? But in the AV world, even your mom gets genuinely turned on by it.
"Master's toes... Suck♥ Slurp♥... So tasty♥"
Whether she really thought they tasted good or was just flattering me, her face held nothing but pure female animal now—no trace of the mom.
"Good girl, Mom... As a reward, you can smell my dick."
"Haa♥... Haa♥... Thank you, Master♥"
I had no idea if that counted as a reward, but the smile tugging at her lips said she did. She crawled forward on all fours to my crotch.
"Press your nose right against it and inhale properly."
"Yes♥...... Sniff sniff sniiiif♥... Hnnngh♥"
She glued her nose to the tip of my glans and inhaled deeply, her body shuddering. The raw male musk overwhelmed her brain; she wore the blissful smile of a bitch in heat.
"I'm gonna train you even harder from now on. If you don't like it, we can stop right here."
"Haa♥... Haa♥... No way♥..."
I gave her one last out, but my Golden Sun Sense had already spoiled the answer...
"I'm Master's eternal... meat toilet♥"
In just one day, she'd gone from the devoted mom easing her son's urges to his full-on meat toilet—and without a shred of regret, she tossed away this final chance. After years of single motherhood, no marriage, no men, just pouring everything into raising me... the irony of ending up as my meat toilet made her smile.
"Alright then, let's head to your room, Mom."
"Yes♥"
Thinking she'd get fucked in her own bed, she started to stand—but froze at my word.
"Meat toilets crawl on all fours."
"Nngh♥... Y-Yes♥"
This wasn't her rushing to lick my dick earlier; this was pure degradation, crawling like something less than human toward her room.
"Bring out every toy you use for masturbating."
"M-Masturbating?!♥... Yes, Master♥"
She hesitated at exposing her shameful secrets, but as a committed meat toilet now, she had no right to refuse. She went to the nightstand drawer and opened it—dildos, rotors, the works spilled out.
"Ugh♥..."
Clearly embarrassed showing her son these, but meat toilets don't get a say.
"Handcuffs? You use these fantasizing about other guys?"
"N-No! Just... for when I'm alone, to heighten the mood... ugh♥"
I knew damn well she'd never been with another man, but teasing her like that made her deny it frantically.
"So you cuffed yourself up solo, dreaming of getting railed?"
"Yes... that's right, Master♥"
Her filthy secret laid bare, she blushed—but as a confirmed masochist, the shame just turned her on more.
"Guess we should put 'em to use then."
"Yes, Master♥"
Excited at the thought of being cuffed and fucked, but sadly for her, not yet. I laid her on the bed and secured her wrists and ankles with the cuffs—now inescapable without help.
"Haa♥... Haa♥... Haa♥... Haa♥..."
Unlike her solo sessions, this was total helplessness. Her breaths came ragged, pussy dripping and clenching, face alight with anticipation.
"Like this..."
*Squish*
"Hiiiing♥"
I shoved a rotor deep into her pussy; she quivered hard. *Whirrrr*
"Hiiiing♥ Haaaah♥"
Switch it on, and with the low buzz, her moans leaked out uncontrollably.
"Good! Stay like that for a bit."
"Eh!? Nngh♥ W-Wait, Master?!♥ Hnng♥"
Expecting to get pounded right away, she panicked as I headed for the door.
"I'll fuck you senseless once you're plenty heated up. Just wait."
"B-But♥... Nngh♥ Hnng♥"
Never dreaming of denial play, she floundered—but the vibrating rotor in her pussy made coherent protest impossible.
I left her like that, showered quick, threw on some clothes.
"Time to step out for a bit."
Planning to kill an hour or so, I headed out, guided by my Golden Sun Sense toward the perfect fuckable bitch...
.......................
"Have a good day, honey."
"Yeah, see you later."
*Click*
"Sigh......"
The smile vanished from her face the moment her husband shut the door on his way to work. Not even a year into marriage—still newlyweds, technically—but regret was already creeping in.
"No... don't think like that."
She felt disillusioned with married life already, but her love for him hadn't faded, so she shook her head, denying the emotion. They'd dated a full year before tying the knot—not some arranged marriage. Nothing bad to say about him at all. Stable job, steady income, no cheating. A bit stoic, sure, but nothing to make her dislike him.
The only issue was...
"Trash first... then a quick masturbation session♥"
Their sex life—or lack of it—was her biggest problem. They'd waited nearly the full year of dating for her first time, which wasn't an issue; she saw it as him cherishing her. Trusted him completely, went straight to marriage. Everything else was fine... except nights in bed. A massive problem.
His sex drive was pathetically low compared to other men. How bad? They'd been married a year, and she'd had sex fewer than four times. She'd try seducing him at night, set the mood—he'd call it vulgar, say doing it often was unhealthy, and shut it down.
She played along, not wanting to seem slutty, but her pent-up lust after a year was worse than ever. Jerking off alone during the day while he was at work had become routine. The secret stash of toys she'd bought behind his back already filled a whole box.
She'd always had a strong libido pre-marriage, secretly hoping for frequent romps post-wedding like normal couples. But no—discovered his asexuality after the vows, and now it was endless solo comfort. Not even a year in, and the thought of a sexless marriage stretching forever gnawed at her.
No complaints otherwise, but the daily buildup wasn't fully sated by masturbation. It burned. Still, divorce wasn't on the table yet. Planning to soothe her lonely body solo, she decided to dump the trash first and stepped outside.
"Nngh... heavier than usual today..."
The bag felt extra heavy, but masturbation awaited—she hurried out.
*Thud*
"Ah! Sorry!"
"No, it's fine."
The door had blocked her view; she hadn't seen him and collided. Apologized immediately.
"Um... that looks heavy. Want me to help?"
"Oh... really? If it's no trouble?"
"Of course."
"Thanks then... um..."
"Just call me Seojin."
"Okay, Seojin."
She handed the trash bag to the neighborhood guy named Seojin without suspicion and walked with him.