Chapter 21 Moon Ye-hwa's True Nature

"Oh, harder, son. Then let's see you try. I'll hold the timer this time, so just focus on sucking my pussy. A handicap like this should make the match more even, right?"

I immediately saw through the First Mother's pretense of offering to keep time when I could easily do it myself. But I pretended not to notice, trembling slightly, unable to grasp the real reason behind her act.

"Ugh... Fine, just keep the time properly. And you absolutely cannot post proof on the gallery again! Understood?"

"Ehhh? Whyyyy? Didn't the Great Cheonmyeong say it's good to show our love to others?"

'Showing love to others might be good, but no cult doctrine—no matter how pseudo-religious—would ever say it's good to show incest to others, you crazy bitch!'

I wanted to scream that, but outwardly, I just threw out another bait.

"Shut up! No means no. Even if I can't lift my head because I'm too busy sucking your pussy, you absolutely cannot take a sneaky photo and post it on the gallery again! If you do...!"

"If I dooo?"

"I won't let it slide. Even if you're my mother."

I bluffed, which was no different from declaring defeat to the First Mother.

But my voice still carried a sharpness that even my own ears found chilling—my anger toward her hadn't cooled, not after making the Fourth Mother cry and posting my dick pic on the gallery without permission.

The First Mother's face twisted into a tearful pout.

She answered me in a voice that sounded like sobs.

"Mean son! Threatening your mother before even sucking her pussy! Sniff, sob, sob... Waaah, I'm crying because of your depravity, son!

...Hic... Sniff... Hahahaha!

Son—no, Lee Eun-woo. You're going to be my sex slave soon anyway, so why act so tough?"

The First Mother's narrowed eyes cracked open slightly, and from them radiated a terrifying aura, incomparable to the murderous intent I had shown her earlier.

"Eek!"

As expected, threats didn't work on the First Mother.

Of course not.

She had been part of the cult long before I was even born.

Back then, the Cheonmyeong Cult was nothing more than a small religious group. She was one of the biggest contributors to its growth into what it is today, and even now, during the cult's greatest crisis, she remains uncaught by the police.

She's the most dangerous person in this country.

But I had forgotten that terrifying truth for a moment, distracted by the sight of her jerking off while posting mother-son incest proof on the gallery.

"Mother didn't want to do this to you and Da-eun either. As both your mother and unnie, I even turned a blind eye to you two secretly fucking in the church.

But this is too much.

You two. Are you fucking insane? Did you think the cult's punishment officer would go easy on you just because you're family?

You little shits. You cult cadets with less faith than the average believer! You bitch and bastard, fucking on the cult leader's funeral day!

Did you think anyone was happy to let it slide?

Da-eun is practically addicted to the Holy Medicine, so I can let it pass, but you, son, can't. So... from now on, I'll punish you and Da-eun.

Da-eun monopolizing you can't happen anymore.

You, as the Heavenly Child, must serve the believers.

When we return to the cult, you'll restart your service committee work. Whether it's married women, grandmothers, or virgins dreaming of escape—fuck them all without discrimination. Share your love with them like a true Heavenly Child! Understood?

Don't you get it? Do you not know why the Great Cheonmyeong made you so handsome? Why your cock is several times bigger than other men's?

You're not human! You're a dildo meant to serve the love-starved female believers!

That's your duty in the cult. That's the purpose the Great Cheonmyeong sent you to this world for!

Slave! Sex slave! Heavenly Child! The one who serves the believers most!

...

......

.........Oh my. Giggle. I got carried away—my voice got too loud for a non-sermon.

Anyway, son? Do you understand now? Then let's begin."

Elegant appearance.

Refined gestures.

Motherly breasts overflowing with maternal love.

All of it was just a mask.

The moment the First Mother's eyes narrow, her true nature as a fanatic—the one who secretly executes heretics and spies within the cult—is revealed.

But I wasn't scared. I wasn't the trembling child who feared her madness anymore.

Instead, the same dominance and anger I felt when I spanked the Fourth Mother's ass surged through me.

The same emotions my delusional father—who thought he was a god—must have felt.

They raged inside me now.

'You were wrong to swear in the Great Cheonmyeong's name with 100% confidence in your victory, Moon Ye-hwa.'

I no longer saw the First Mother as my mother and shoved my face between her legs.

But I couldn't start eating her out without one last taunt.

"Ma'am."

"What? Ma'am? ...M-me?"

"Did you wash your pussy?"

"......"

"What if your pussy smells like a chicken coop? I might gag and stop sucking. Are you trying to make me lose by not washing? Or does it stink even when you wash because you masturbate too much?"

Of course, the First Mother's pussy didn't smell unpleasant at all.

Just the scent of a mature woman, so intoxicating that my cock stiffened and my head spun.

But my taunt must have sounded extremely insulting to her.

Even when I tried to hit her earlier, she just laughed it off. But now, the First Mother's eyes snapped wide open.

Even when she preached madness at me, only one of her eyes had cracked open slightly. But now, Moon Ye-hwa's eyes were both wide.

"Giggle. Giggle. Giggle."

The First Mother's eerie voice suddenly cut off.

Then, with a shy pose—covering her face lightly with her palms—she spoke to me in an elegant tone.

"Son, let me teach you. The first play I'll do with you when we return to the cult.

You already know, but I'm the punishment officer, right? So I have a dedicated punishment room. I'll drag you there and put a dog collar around your neck.

Then I'll connect that collar to the restraint cross I designed and tie your limbs to it.

After that, I'll wear panties—special punishment panties with a dildo sticking out where your cock should be.

I'll destroy your virgin asshole with it. Until you sob. Until you cry for your mother. Even when your cock spurts cum in me, even when your balls are drained dry, I won't stop. I'll keep fucking your ass.

And I'll send the video to Da-eun. How's that? Just imagining it turns you on, doesn't it? Ahahahaha!"

The First Mother no longer wore her fake smile. She spoke without hiding her madness.

It was terrifying.

Scarier because I suspected some men who had disappeared from the cult had actually suffered that fate at her hands.

But the desire for dominance, as if I were a god, surged inside me, and I felt no fear.

"Ma'am, stop your delusions."

"Stop calling me ma'am! You saw the gallery too! Those perverts get off on me!"

"Doesn't change that you're a ma'am."

Moon Ye-hwa seemed at a loss for words, gritting her teeth and breathing heavily.

Her anger seemed to have peaked. Far from her usual composed self, she couldn't even speak properly.

"Y-you... l-little... You fucking—! How dare you—!"

"Calm down, auntie. You'll age faster at this rate. If I win, I'll piss all over your face—consider that your consolation prize."

Ye-hwa ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pressed the timer.

She expected Eun-woo to immediately dive between her legs and greedily lap at her pussy, but to her surprise, despite his limited experience—only having done this with Da-eun—he was unexpectedly skilled.

Time ticked away, yet Eun-woo showed no sign of rushing. His tongue moved leisurely, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

It was a decent enough technique—enough to make her understand why he'd confidently accepted the challenge.

Da-eun, whose pussy was clearly amateurish just from a glance, would've already come four times from this alone.

No wonder she'd grown so unusually affectionate toward Eun-woo after he started servicing her.

But unlike Da-eun, Ye-hwa had far more experience. Her body had grown numb, almost desensitized—this level of cunnilingus wouldn't even come close to making her climax.

No, nothing but the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠adoration of others could make her come now.

Even the Holy Medicine barely worked on her anymore. The only thing that could push her over the edge was the frenzied praise of a crowd.

She didn't need to do this—she had sworn before the name of Cheonmyeong, after all.

But she wanted to savor the thrill of betrayal and superiority over her son all the more.

The higher the stakes, the sweeter the gamble. Though, of course, the final victor will always be me. Heh.

Lap, lap, lap—

"Ahhh~ Good boy... Right there, right there... Oh, Mommy's gonna come..."

Ye-hwa let out fake moans.

Her voice was irresistibly seductive—no man had ever seen through it. But inwardly, she sneered at Eun-woo.

What's this? Pathetic. All that bravado earlier... Pfft. So you're not the Child of Prophecy after all. That prophecy must've been wrong. The true Child will be the one I bear in my own womb!

She glanced down at her son's face and body, imagining the day she'd carry the prophesied child in her womb.

He was flawless—every inch of him beautiful.

Even his balls swaying with each movement of his head as he ate her out looked delectable.

She was turned on. So fucking turned on.

Not even servicing top-tier celebrities or the most visually stunning idols—men she'd blackmailed into submission—had satisfied her this much.

How many times had she been disappointed when supposedly masculine men turned out to have disappointingly small cocks beneath their clothes?

But her son? Despite his boyish charm, the monster between his legs was anything but boyish.

His cunnilingus was satisfying, too.

His technique was excellent, but the sight of him burying his face between her thighs, servicing a woman—that was even more intoxicating. If she weren't in the middle of a competition, she might've lost herself in pleasure and climaxed at least once.

But that only made her disappointment in him sharper.

Because for a fleeting moment, when the timid Eun-woo had suddenly changed, she'd thought—just for a second—that he might be the man from the prophecy.

But clearly, she'd been mistaken.

Eun-woo wasn't the prophesied child.

He was just her future sex slave.

Lap, lap, lap.

Though Eun-woo continued diligently licking her pussy, Ye-hwa felt no greater pleasure.

Bored, she secretly turned on her phone, seeking a dopamine hit.

She opened the Incest Gallery.

Nothing relieved stress and triggered dopamine surges like this. As a Holy Seat—a high-ranking officer of the cult—she knew she shouldn't be doing this...

But that only turned her on more.

The boy who once followed my daughter like an older sister is now grown, lapping at my pussy...

The boy my daughter had a crush on is servicing her mother instead...

A son pleasuring his mother's pussy...

The Heavenly Successor—first in the cult's hierarchy after the late Cult Leader—is two ranks above me, yet here he is, worshiping my cunt...

Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal, betrayal, betrayal!

Just the thought made her pussy throb. But Ye-hwa wasn't satisfied—she wanted more.

She would prove it.

And bask in the cheers of thousands.

She knew it was risky to do this mid-match.

But she loved the thrill.

The thrill of fucking her own son.

After today, he'd be her sex slave—so this was her last chance to fuck him as her son. And she'd record it, posting proof in the Incest Gallery.

Compared to the electrifying thrill of possibly getting caught, her son's decent cunnilingus skills were nothing.

Fuck... How am I supposed to resist this?!

So, while Eun-woo was none the wiser, Ye-hwa snapped a picture of him eating her out and immediately uploaded it to the gallery.

[Title: Mother-Son Incest Proof #2) Want more proof??? ^^] [50]
Posted by: Son-LovingMom

[Photo: Eun-woo's face buried between Ye-hwa's thighs, only the back of his head visible.]

Comments:

"Pffft."

Ye-hwa's pussy grew wetter as she read the comments flooding under her post.

Some might mock her for acting beneath her age, but pleasure was pleasure.

The worship she received within the cult was satisfying, but the adoration of anonymous strangers in the gallery had its own unique flavor.

It was vulgar. Degenerate.

But she couldn't stop.

Like junk food—unhealthy, yet irresistibly addictive.

"Mmm~ ♥"

A moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it. She reluctantly decided to stop posting—this was getting dangerous.

Just as she was about to delete the post after skimming a few more comments—

Thrust.

Eun-woo's tongue, which had been gently lapping at her clit and surrounding folds, suddenly curled and stabbed deep inside her.

"Hngh?!"

The unexpected attack hit hard.

Her pussy, which had only been dripping until now, suddenly gushed—splurt!—soaking his face.

"Sorry for teasing you earlier, Mom. You taste delicious."

Her son licked his lips and looked up at her, grinning.

Handsome. Devastatingly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠handsome.

Ye-hwa's womb—ripe and aching for male seed—quivered violently.

The womb meant to carry the Child of Prophecy was now slowly opening its gates, ready to receive the very thing the Cult Leader had once deemed a failure.