Chapter 17 First Mother's Greedy Fellatio
Chapter 17 First Mother's Greedy Fellatio
First Mother Moon Ye-hwa's narrowed eyes slowly began to widen.
Even though I'd known her longer than Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun, I'd only seen her eyes widen like this—including now—a mere handful of times.
"Where did you learn such vulgar words? Son, do you need to be disciplined like when you were little? Seems like you need a good spanking."
Though she called it a "spanking," making it sound cute, what she meant was a form of corporal punishment.
As someone who also carried out disciplinary duties within the cult, First Mother would wield a long whip reinforced with oxhide against the backsides of traitors, slackers, or spies planted by the police. That brutal punishment was what she referred to as a "spanking."
This was why even Fourth Mother, who never held back her words in front of gangsters, chose her words carefully around Ye-hwa.
"You reek of chicken coop."
"...Son. Are you trying to make me angry?"
"You already are."
"Son. You're bad. Praising another woman right in front of your mother who's so turned on. Bad. Mocking me for smelling when my big, firm breasts are still perfect. Bad."
"I never said you smelled. I said chicken coop. Wait, do you actually smell?"
"...I swear, I want to keep only that pretty face of yours and carve up the rest of your body to feed to the dogs."
This wasn't a joke or a threat.
It was probably First Mother's genuine thought at this moment.
But even as I stood before her, watching her eyes brim with barely restrained killing intent, I remained unfazed.
I stood tall, posture unbroken—and so did my cock.
The wrath of the Holy Seat, one of the highest-ranking executives of the Cheonmyeong Cult?
So what?
If my First Mother Moon Ye-hwa was the Holy Seat, then I was two ranks above her—the Heavenly Successor.
With Father executed, I was now the son of Cheonmyeong, the heir to divinity.
The number one figure in this insane pseudo-religion.
That was who I was.
Of course, it was only in name. Due to Father's influence—never wanting to nurture a potential rival—I grew up practically like an orphan, far from being treated as a divine successor.
Most cult members had probably only heard rumors of the Heavenly Successor's existence without ever seeing my face.
But the fact remained that, at least nominally, I outranked her.
So unless Ye-hwa resorted to her usual behind-the-scenes manipulations, she couldn't harm me.
"How long are you going to keep running your mouth? Let's begin. With what that mouth does best."
I arrogantly pointed at First Mother's lips with my chin.
She was clearly furious—her clenched fists trembled so violently I could see it—but soon, the murderous glare in her eyes faded.
"My, my. Fine then. You must've been holding back a lot with those breasts right in front of you, son. Let's do it."
First Mother's narrowed eyes returned to their usual composed expression.
As expected, provocation didn't work on her.
Unlike Fourth Mother, the only way to truly defeat someone as battle-hardened as Ye-hwa in the cult's power struggles was through sheer dominance.
"Then let's decide who goes first. Rock-paper-scissors!"
I suddenly thrust my arm forward, forming a rock.
Meanwhile, First Mother extended her hand—paper.
"Oh my, I win?"
Covering her lips with her hand, she let out an elegant laugh.
In stark contrast to that refined smile, her voluptuous breasts swayed with such weight they seemed almost violent.
"Pretty, right? Not a chicken coop."
Noticing my gaze, First Mother hooked her arms beneath her breasts, lifting the soft, jiggling mounds.
For a moment, I was tempted to grab those perfectly pinchable nipples, yank them hard, and thrust my cock deep between those heavy breasts.
"Hehe. Don't worry, son. Even if you cum all over Mommy's face in less than a minute, I'll get you hard again with my tongue in no time.
Come here, son.
These breasts, this mouth, even my pussy—tonight, everything is yours.
If you want, I'll even prepare that tight little hole for you."
I nodded.
Losing the game might've been for the best.
If I let her attack first, getting me worked up with her mouth, it'd be easier to then dominate her—especially since she'd clearly be turned on from sucking me off, that perverted woman.
First Mother swayed her hips provocatively as she walked toward the toilet—the same place where I'd just been fucking Fourth Mother's brains out.
"Sniiiff... Haaaah... Sniiiff... Haaaah..."
Sitting on the toilet, First Mother inhaled deeply, taking in the scent around her.
The bathroom had been cleaned thoroughly, so there was no filth or lingering stench, but the lewd way she sniffed the air irritated me. When I glared at her, she spoke as if she'd been waiting for this exact reaction.
"Mmm, I see. So this is what Da-eun's pussy smells like."
"Don't even think about laying a hand on Fourth Mother."
I shot her a threatening glare, as if ready to throw a punch, but First Mother just laughed cheerfully.
Then she gave me a look.
"Son, you know how to use the timer on your phone, right? Set it up."
"You have one too."
"No, no. I need mine for something else."
It was a suspicious answer, but just staring at First Mother's breasts made me feel like pre-cum was already leaking. I didn't bother dragging it out and pulled out my phone to set the timer.
Five minutes exactly.
"Done."
First Mother bowed her head toward my cock, sniffing it before brushing back the strands of hair that had fallen over her face.
"Good. Then count us down, son."
Her mouth opened wider than I thought possible—so wide it made me wonder how such a small mouth could stretch that far—as she stuck out her tongue to its full length.
Unlike Fourth Mother's short, plump, and cute tongue, this was something else entirely.
It wasn't as long and slender as Third Mother's snake-like tongue, but First Mother's tongue was still unusually lengthy.
My heart pounded.
Maybe I should've let Fourth Mother give me a proper blowjob first, I regretted for a moment.
But how good could a mouth really feel compared to the real thing?
A pussy was the superior hole by far—I'd once held back over ten orgasms with Fourth Mother's tight little cunt before finally letting go.
So even though I'd never experienced a blowjob before, holding out for five minutes shouldn't be too hard.
Thinking that, I opened my mouth.
"Alright. Three, two, one— Ngh!"
Schllllrrrrp♥
Sluuuuurp♥♥♥
The moment I hit the timer, First Mother Moon Ye-hwa's mouth stretched obscenely wide as she swallowed my entire cock in one go.
Foreplay? Teasing? Edging?
None of that existed.
Like a football player charging in for a tackle the second the whistle blows, First Mother took my entire length down her throat without hesitation.
All that refined, elegant demeanor she usually put on was a lie—this was her true nature.
Gluttony.
Not debating whether to eat the dick on top of the cake first or last, but instead shoving the whole damn cake down her throat in one bite—a ravenous, insatiable greed.
First Mother didn't care if she choked.
I could feel the swollen head of my cock pressing against her uvula, yet she didn't pull back.
Even as her face flushed from lack of air, she refused to close her lips around my shaft.
"Ghk! Ghk! Ghk!"
The sounds she made were less lewd and more violent.
Then, with her nose buried in my crotch, she began violently shaking her head.
Her tongue lashed against my balls as she sucked with enough force to hollow her cheeks.
All while maintaining eye contact—her gaze dripping with seduction.
She wanted me to unload down her throat without restraint.
"Nghhh!"
I gritted my teeth and held on.
"Glrk! Glrk! Glrk!"
The wet, sloppy sounds of her saliva churning around my cockhead deep in her throat echoed in my ears.
It must've been painful.
Yet First Mother never stopped sending me those lustful glances.
That look in her eyes—so out of place on her elegant face, yet all the more arousing because of it—was as stimulating as her massive tits.
In the end, I was the first to look away.
And though barely any time had passed, I checked the timer again.
4 minutes and 40 seconds left.
But I was already on the verge.
To make matters worse, First Mother began slowly bobbing her head, taking me deep into her throat before pulling back—just as my phone rang.
At this hour, in this cult where even using smartphones was strictly forbidden, there was only one person in the world who'd call me.
"Ah, Eun-woo, you little shit, not picking up? ...You're not ignoring me on purpose, are you?"
After parting with her son, Da-eun stepped out of the funeral hall, bought a bunch of canned beers from a convenience store, and sat on a dimly lit bench, chugging them one after another as she redialed.
"Is he asleep already?"
A pang of anxiety struck her.
In the brief moments the call connected, Da-eun downed an entire beer.
Tossing the empty can aside, she frowned, lost in thought.
All the things she'd done to her son over the years.
Yet he'd never betrayed her, always obedient.
That realization weighed heavily on her heart.
So even if it was late, she decided to call him over—to talk things out, just the two of them, and start anew.
The age gap wasn't huge. They weren't blood-related. They'd even shared their first time together.
Yet they called each other mother and son—what a bizarre relationship.
"Big sis and little brother? ...Ugh, no, that's weird. ...Baby?"
She shuddered at the thought of calling him something intimate instead of "son."
Her face burned red.
Da-eun immediately recognized why she was blushing, but admitting her true feelings was too embarrassing. So she cracked open another beer and yelled:
"That's way too cringe!"
Just then, the call finally connected.
Though she'd started feeling guilty toward Eun-woo, Da-eun had no intention of relinquishing control in their relationship.
Even if they became lovers instead of mother and son, she'd always be the one in charge.
...Well, maybe during sex it'd be different, but in everyday life? Never.
Da-eun's possessiveness flared as she redialed.
"Ah, fuck. Is this little bastard with some girl right now?"
Had he not returned to the funeral hall and gotten caught by some bitches outside, getting his number stolen?
The thought of Eun-woo's flustered, handsome face made her smirk proudly.
Of course, if he actually gave them his number, she'd never forgive him.
'If you did, I won't forgive you even if you eat me out for over an hour, Eun-woo!
...Well, maybe if you pin me down and fuck me rough like earlier, I'll forgive you a little.'
"Nghhh! Nghhh! Nghhh!"
"Mmm? You're already this close? You're gonna cum so soon? Hehehe."
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!—!
Splurt!
The timer had only just hit 4:00.