Chapter 19 The Incest Gallery
Chapter 19 The Incest Gallery
"How the hell would I know that? Just give me back my phone!"
I reached out my hand. In response, First Mother hid the phone behind her back, flashing a mischievous grin that clashed with her elegant, mature appearance. "Hang up first! You know how Fourth Mother is!"
"I know. She's a bitch. That's... why it's even hotter."
I stretched my arm further, bending at the waist. As I leaned forward, my cock brushed against First Mother's breasts. Just the briefest graze of the tip against her skin was enough to tell how soft they were. But what would it feel like if my entire length pressed against them? The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine. "Give it to me."
I grabbed her wrist. Unlike the fullness of her chest, her wrist was slender—thinner even than Fourth Mother's. The only one among the Mothers with smaller wrists was probably the youngest, given her petite frame. For a moment, I hesitated, but then I twisted her wrist and pulled her toward me. Not hard enough to hurt, though. Instead of resisting, she practically melted into my arms.
"Ehehe~ Nooo~ Don't take it~" First Mother whined, pressing the phone against her ass. "Ye-hwa wants to fuck her son while talking to Da-eun! That greedy bitch always tries to hog you—I'm gonna tease her so bad~"
When I finally wrestled the phone from her grip, she buried her face in my chest, squeezing her eyes shut and pounding her fists against me like a petulant teenager throwing a tantrum. It was the kind of cringe-worthy aegyo even a middle schooler would be embarrassed to pull—yet here she was, a woman old enough to have a daughter in high school, acting like a lovesick fool.
"Mom, are you insane?"
My face twisted in disgust.
But my cock? It only got harder.
Of course, First Mother's aegyo was about as fitting as a middle-aged woman cosplaying a magical girl—ridiculous, laughable, and yet, somehow, the sheer absurdity of it made it even more arousing. Was this twisted woman actually calculating that effect?
As I stood there, stunned by her shamelessness, the ringing stopped. A hesitant breath sounded from the other end of the line.
Fourth Mother had picked up.
[Hey, Lee Eun-woo. Why the hell did you take so long to answer? You wanna die?]
Her words were slurred, her tone slow and languid. Gone was her usual sharp edge, replaced by a drowsy, drunken drawl. Even through the phone, I could practically smell the alcohol on her breath.
Normally, I'd scold her for drinking alone this late, but right now? I had no right. Not with First Mother standing naked in front of me. Not with my cock throbbing just as shamelessly as hers.
I glanced at First Mother. She grinned, holding up two fingers on her left hand while curling her right into a circle, then shaking them suggestively.
Translation: Two minutes left. And I'm picking up where I left off.
[Yah, Lee Eun-woo. Why the hell aren't you saying anything?]
Fourth Mother's irritated voice cut through the tension between me and the woman kneeling before me.
Should I hang up?
Of course I should.
A son fucking one mother while talking to another? That kind of depravity shouldn't exist.
But even if I hung up, Fourth Mother would just call back immediately. And if I turned off my phone? Even worse. She'd storm back to the funeral home and raise hell until I showed myself—cops be damned.
[Eun-woo? What's going on? You called me, so why aren't you—
...Hey, kid. What was the name of that supplement you said you'd buy me last time?]
The sudden shift in topic didn't faze me. This was our prearranged code.
Vitamin D meant danger, end the call.
Vitamin C meant clear, keep talking.
After a brief hesitation, I answered.
[Vitamin C.]
I'd decided not to back down from First Mother's challenge. If phone sex was her kink, then playing along was my best shot at winning this twisted game.
Sure enough, First Mother's ears perked up at Fourth Mother's voice. Grinning, she ran her hands over her own pussy, shamelessly fingering herself right in front of me.
Her son.
While listening to her sister-wife's voice.
Disgusting.
"Nngh~ Ah~ Fuck, fuck, this is so hot~" she moaned, fingers pumping in and out of herself. "Incest phone sex~ My brain's gonna melt~"
The wet, squelching sounds were obscene. No—obscene didn't even cover it.
This woman was deranged.
[Vitamin C, Mom.] I repeated.
[Oh, right. Yeah. Ahahaha~] Fourth Mother's voice brightened, relief evident. Was it the alcohol? She sounded almost... playful. Cute, even.
That was bad.
I needed to focus on fending off First Mother's advances, not get distracted by Fourth Mother's voice tickling my eardrums.
[What did you need, Mom?] I asked bluntly, hoping to end the call quickly.
At the same time, First Mother leaned forward and lightly nipped the head of my cock.
"Bon appétit~ ♥"
Sluuuurp.
[...The hell was that noise?] Fourth Mother's voice turned sharp. [Are you with a woman right now?]
My heart skipped.
How did she—?
No. Impossible. She was just guessing. Fourth Mother had always been possessive, snapping at me for so much as glancing at other women.
But there was no way she could actually know that First Mother was on her knees in front of me, throat-deep on my cock.
Glllk. Glllk. Glllk.
[What noise? I can't even leave the funeral home because of the cops. And you're out drinking alone? What if you get caught?]
I turned the tables, lacing my voice with irritation. Normally, this would piss her off enough to hang up.
Please, just hang up.
[Oh. R-Right. Yeah.】 Her voice wavered. [I... I thought I heard something weird. Must've been my imagination. S-Sorry.]
Wait—what?
She wasn't yelling. She was... apologizing?
[Our good boy wouldn't be playing around with another woman... Sorry.]
Her voice was small. Almost... sad.
[...Got it.]
While we talked, First Mother licked my cock like a lollipop, murmuring filth under her breath.
"Mmm~ So good~ My son's cock is the best~ So big, so pretty~ Mommy's never had one like this before~ You were right to choose me, baby~"
Her pussy dripped onto the floor, the lewd squelches making my nose wrinkle. At least she was more focused on fingering herself now, giving my cock a brief reprieve.
[Kid... You're really alone, right? I keep hearing weird noises... Like an animal or something.]
[Watching Animal Planet. Mating season.]
[Oh.]
Her uncharacteristically meek tone threw me off, but I pushed forward, determined to end this.
Then—
First Mother struck.
As if she'd been waiting for this exact moment, she grinned up at me and sucked.
HARD.
Schllllllrrrrp!
My breath hitched. My toes curled. I barely stifled a moan.
[Ah—Hnng! Ugh! Cough!]
[You okay? You sound hurt.]
[N-Nothing. Just... allergies.]
[It's gotten cold lately. Don't sleep without blankets like usual, okay?]
Since when did she care?
She'd never cared about my health before. Why the sudden concern?
Still, this was my chance. Covering the phone's mic, I glared down at First Mother.
"Are you trying to get us caught?"
She popped my cock out of her mouth with a wet plop.
"Aww~ You're enjoying this too~ Why so scary?" She stroked me, giggling. "Look how hard you are~ You're about to burst, aren't you? Did you know Mommy's specialty is blowjobs? You're so lucky~ If you become my personal sex slave, you can have my mouth whenever you want~ I'll let you cum in it ten times a day~"
Despite her incest phone sex kink, she clearly didn't actually want Fourth Mother to find out. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Uncovering the mic, I tuned back into Fourth Mother.
[Yah, Lee Eun-woo. You little shit. Why aren't you answering?]
Back to her usual self. Good.
[I'm here.]
[Bullshit. Then repeat what I just said.]
[Just tell me what you want.]
[...]
[I'm busy. Spit it out.]
[...Ugh! H-Hic... Sniff... You bastard. You bastard. You're not gonna forgive me, are you? You're just gonna pretend you didn't hear it?]
My blood ran cold.
She was... crying?
Drunk crying? No. Fourth Mother wasn't the type. When she drank, she got violent, not weepy.
"Oho~ Things got serious~" First Mother whispered.
"Shut up."
"Nyah~ I'll just quietly suck your cock then~ ♥"
[Why are you crying? Stop. I... I really didn't hear it.]
[I said I was sorry just now...]
[Huh?]
[I apologized! But you... You... You don't wanna forgive me, do you? You're ignoring my confession too...]
My mind went blank.
Apologized?
Confession?
[...What?]
[...Eun-woo, you... hate me, don't you?]
"Because I've been tormenting you since you were little. You must hate me, right? Even when we have sex, you only do it because I force you to, don't you?"
It wasn't entirely like that. Though I still felt a lingering sense of guilt whenever I tangled bodies with my fourth mother, Kang Da-eun, there was no denying that her face and naked body were undeniably alluring. But before I could even figure out how to respond to her bombshell statement, Fourth Mother spoke first.
"...Never mind. Forget it. I was just talking nonsense because I was drunk."
With that, the call abruptly ended. I stared blankly at my darkened phone screen.
"Oooh. How intriguing. So Da-eun was serious. Just a little~ I always thought she was just using her son as a living dildo like me. Just a little~♡ Though, I guess she does have a bit of a romantic side. Mmm, my son's dick is so damn good."
With the expression of someone watching a trashy morning drama, I glared at First Mother, who was busily jerking me off while eavesdropping on our conversation. Yet, she didn't seem the least bit concerned about Fourth Mother, who had just hung up in tears, deeply hurt. To her, Kang Da-eun wasn't family—just a business partner.
I had always been rough with First Mother, but only because I knew my words couldn't truly wound her. It was just a way to fend off her relentless, annoying advances, to keep her from clinging to me. I still treated Moon Ye-hwa as my mother. I didn't hate her—not truly. Because, after all, she was family. No matter how much I disliked her, we were still family.
But it seemed I was the only one who felt that way.
The same urge to dominate that had made me slap Fourth Mother's ass senseless now surged toward the perverted middle-aged woman in front of me, her tits swaying shamelessly. Just then, the timer went off. It was my turn now—but First Mother, pulling her phone from her discarded pants, took my cock back into her mouth.
"Time's up. Now it's my turn."
"Son, do you really have to be so strict with me? Come on, just one verification photo. You take pictures of my tits all the time too."
"That's because you ask me to—"
Sluuuurp!
First Mother planted a deep, wet kiss on my cock while snapping a few selfies. Then, with practiced ease, she opened an app, tapped a few buttons, and connected to the internet. I clenched my fists, struggling to suppress the rising urge to dominate her, and let her do as she pleased. Now wasn't the right moment to strike.
If she wanted, First Mother could've easily made me cum right then and there—but she didn't. That meant if I tried to fight her head-on, relying only on my blowjob endurance, I'd lose. I needed a new strategy.
While I was lost in thought, First Mother was typing something rapidly on her phone, looking even happier than when she was sucking me off. I didn't care what she was doing—until I realized too late.
I snatched the phone from her hands.
But it was already over.
The photos she had just taken, along with a freshly written post, had already been uploaded to a certain gallery. The place was buzzing with activity, posts flooding in despite the early hour. I read the gallery's name aloud.
[Incest Gallery]
At that moment, for the second time in my life, I genuinely wanted to punch a woman in the face.
"...Mom. Did you secretly take Holy Medicine or something? You're insane. Why the hell would you do this? If you want to post, do it with your own stuff—why drag mine into it?!"
My voice dripped with barely contained fury.
"It's fine, it's fine! My son's dick is worth showing off. And look, I used the app to mosaic my face. You always say I can't even use a phone properly, so I studied in secret~ See?"
She snatched the phone back from me and shoved the screen in my face.
Chapter 27
The only part of my mother's face that was barely mosaicked.
My exposed glans, shaft, and testicles—laid bare before hundreds of strangers without a shred of concealment.
People who cheered, envied, and left all sorts of filthy, vulgar comments.
These were humans obsessed with incest... None of them were in their right minds.
Of course, I knew I had no right to say such things, but the sight was still shocking.
Shame wracked my body, making me tremble uncontrollably.
"Mom. No—Moon Ye-hwa. Let's just drop this sex competition. Instead, today, you'll die by my—"
I was so furious my vision darkened, and I reached out to strangle First Mother's throat—only to pull my hand back at the last second.
Because even as I lost control in my rage, about to choke her, she didn't spare me a single glance. Instead, she kept her eyes glued to her phone, pleasuring herself.
Squelch, squelch, squelch—!
"Nghh... Nghh... Nnghh—!"
More of her juices gushed out than ever before.
Aside from the first time she saw my bare cock, I had never seen her react this intensely.
"Mom... Don't tell me—?"
The phone play earlier, her habit of constantly taking pictures of her own tits and posting them online like some horny exhibitionist...
Ah, now I get it.
I finally understand where this monstrously perverted bitch, Moon Ye-hwa, gets her kicks.
And how someone as inexperienced as me could possibly defeat her.