Chapter 22 Like Mother, Like Son
Chapter 22 Like Mother, Like Son
Ye-hwa's juices splattered across Eun-woo's face as she squirted.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh-goooood♡"
Her vulgar moans spilled out just as freely as her fluids.
Her elegant face twisted into a lewd mess of pleasure.
"Haha, you chicken-coop bitch. Feels that good, huh?"
Eun-woo mocked her, calling her a "chicken coop" despite her voluptuous, mature body—ripe for the taking. But Ye-hwa couldn't even retort, too busy rolling her hips shamelessly.
Eun-woo buried his face between her thighs, forcing her legs to spread wide, her toes curling with each thrust.
"Hngg, hnggg, hngggg!"
He grabbed her trembling calves and lifted them slightly, exposing her plump ass right in front of him.
Even in her youth, Ye-hwa had always had a curvy backside, but after pregnancy and childbirth, it had only grown thicker—now jiggling like surgically enhanced flesh.
SMACK! SMACK!
Eun-woo's palm struck her meaty cheeks with enough force to echo through the bathroom.
"Hyaaah! N-Nooo♡ Hitting your own mother's ass like that... such a degenerate♥"
Ye-hwa shook her head, legs trembling as she whined in mock protest.
"Shut the fuck up, you slut. Look at all this fat. Is this where all the energy you sucked out of young boys went? The way it jiggles is downright obscene, Mom."
"A-Ah, son! You shouldn't be so rough with your mother! Y-You don't treat Da-eun like this, do you?"
SMACK—!
"GYAAAH!"
"You're the one who challenged me to a sex battle, and now you're preaching at me?"
Eun-woo glared down at her with cold eyes, and Ye-hwa let out a distorted cry.
But Eun-woo, who had always acted obedient and gentle around her, now showed his true violent nature—kicking her ass with the top of his foot repeatedly.
THUD, THUD, THUD—!
Thanks to the thick padding of her rear, the pain wasn't unbearable, but the sound alone was intimidating. Yet Eun-woo didn't stop.
Instead, as Ye-hwa's body went limp, he shoved his fingers into her gaping slit and began ruthlessly fucking her.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squish squish squish!
"Hnggg, hnnngh... hnnnngggggh!"
"Cum. Just fucking cum already, you chicken-coop whore!"
Eun-woo degraded her—his mother, the one who had birthed him most—like some cheap prostitute, curling his fingers slightly upward to scrape against her inner walls.
"Hyaaah!"
Noticing her tongue lolling out and her eyes rolling back, Eun-woo smirked before suddenly dropping the leg he'd been holding.
Ye-hwa's back slammed against the cold tile floor, tears welling up from genuine pain this time.
But even now, she kept up the act.
"Hahh... N-Not yet. Hnngh, I-I'm not cumming yet. You've had plenty of experience with Da-eun, right? You're no virgin. C'mon, look at me."
She panted, showing her son her pathetic, flushed face while coldly evaluating him in her mind.
Hmm, not bad. Teasing me by only licking around my clit before suddenly pushing in—I saw it coming, but I still couldn't resist~
The spanking afterward was a bit excessive, but the pain didn't outweigh the pleasure. He seemed furious, but he deliberately aimed for the meatiest parts, so it was probably intentional.
His fingering isn't as good as his oral skills, but still... technique-wise, he's easily in the top tier among my past partners.
And considering his face, body, and cock size... he might just be the best.
Maybe... I can stop collecting dildos for a while? If I can keep him for at least five years, that'd be enough. But he's not the Child of Prophecy. Compared to that, he's still lacking.
90 points. With some personal training to mold his techniques and preferences, he could reach 95.
Ye-hwa, assessing Eun-woo not as a son but as a sex slave, resumed her pathetic moaning act.
Though people often misunderstood her as someone who enjoyed tormenting others—given her role as the Cult's disciplinarian—the truth was, she had no particular preferences.
If it turned her on, she'd devour anything.
So, for her own amusement, she played the role of a desperate, easy woman—letting her "good son" manhandle her in ways even she rarely experienced.
"You've only got a minute left, and I-I'm totally fine! But when it's my turn, milking cum from your cock will be a piece of cake. So if you apologize now, we can forget about the loser becoming the winner's sex sl—"
"Shut up and spread your fucking legs!"
"KYAAAH!"
Eun-woo lunged, forcing her thighs apart and burying his face between them. His gaze locked onto her dripping slit.
As she stared at his handsome nape, Ye-hwa subtly pulled out the smartphone hidden in her pants beside her and checked the reactions on the Incest Gallery forum.
[MAIN MANAGEEEEEEEEEEEEER!] [0]
[Will transfer 100,000 KRW to anyone who tells me how to get Holy Medicine] [1]
[Wonder if the Manager's son posts here too? If so, wanna trade moms?] [3]
[The Manager's probably getting railed by her hung son right now. So jealous.] [14]
Even after some time had passed, the forum was still buzzing about her.
A dopamine rush surged through her.
Even for someone like Ye-hwa—whose brain was so fried from overstimulation that even incestuous blowjobs from her son only felt mildly enjoyable—this was enough to make her smile.
"Heheh, hnnnghhh♥"
Her fake moans began mixing with real ones as Eun-woo ate her out.
She skimmed through the trending posts.
Out of about twenty-five visible threads, five were about her recent post, and another five were praising her and her son's looks.
...Kinda disappointing.
Her face stiffened slightly, and the heated breaths between her moans grew faint.
But considering the usual depravity of the Incest Gallery, holding nearly half the attention was still impressive.
Well, it's... decent. Not as good as the gangbangs I enjoyed in my youth, but...
Still, those days were long gone.
Having risen to a high position in the Cult, she couldn't ignore public scrutiny anymore. Even if she gathered her personal sex slaves for a gangbang now, it wouldn't be as fun.
That was why she had provoked her son despite the detectives stationed outside the funeral home.
The thrill.
The thrill of possibly getting caught.
Not to punish him for clinging to Da-eun, but simply to savor that excitement.
...But was it really worth it?
She glanced down at her son's nape with a hint of boredom.
If any other woman—one whose brain wasn't half-fried from Holy Medicine—saw this sight, they'd probably gush and cum on the spot.
After all, her son had grown into a man so handsome even her picky self couldn't help but stare.
"Hyaaah!"
Ye-hwa jolted at her own sudden moan—this time, completely genuine.
The way his tongue slowly licked around her clit before suddenly pushing a finger inside...
And the way that finger moved at a maddeningly slow pace...
Not bad. No, if this were a real match and I wasn't holding back, I might've cum already.
Feeling her hips tremble and her pussy clenching around his fingers, she finally turned off the forum and set her phone aside.
This was dangerous.
The taboo of fucking her own son, his unexpectedly impressive size and skills, and the validation from the Incest Gallery...
I might actually lose? Heh, it's been years since I last...
Her desire flared, and her hand twitched toward the phone again—but she resisted.
This was just an act. She was pretending to be a desperate slut letting her son dominate her, not actually planning to lose.
As long as she didn't check the forum, she wouldn't get that aroused.
With her vast experience, she could keep her excitement at around 80%—dangerous, but manageable.
Eun-woo was... quite skilled. Maybe even more than he realized. Beyond his looks, his abilities made him a valuable tool for her ambitions in the Cult.
So she couldn't afford to lose here.
Before Da-eun arrived, she'd claim his ass too—making sure he knew exactly who his real mother was.
Even after setting the phone aside, Eun-woo's tongue continued its relentless assault.
It was the best sex she'd had in a while, but thanks to her dopamine-induced numbness, she still hadn't cum.
"Go ahead, try harder! Mommy can take so much more!"
Ye-hwa taunted him, stoking the flames of a battle she knew she'd win—one that let her savor the thrill of danger.
"You're dripping like a fucking faucet and still talking shit? Just give up already!"
Oblivious, Eun-woo spat harsh words in his excitement.
"Stop calling me a chicken coop! You've tasted me! Do I smell? Look discolored? No, right?!"
This time, her retort was at least 80% genuine.
Eun-woo hesitated, momentarily speechless.
But realizing time was running out, he stopped arguing and instead focused on lavishing her lower lips with sweet, tender whispers.
Suck♥ Suck♥ Suck♥
Mmm, good, good. He's getting better the more he does it. And Da-eun got to enjoy this all to herself? That bitch. I'll never forgive her. He's mine now.
In the end, I couldn't make First Mother cum before my turn ended.
Now it was her turn.
Seizing the brief respite, I stepped out of the stall and walked to the sinks.
"Aww, my sooon~ When are you coming baaack?"
First Mother acted cutesy beyond her years, grabbing her own breasts and shaking them.
If my cock got sandwiched between those terrifyingly large, soft mounds, I'd cum instantly.
But I knew better.
First Mother—the wicked witch of a pseudo-religion who loved toying with people's hearts—wouldn't let me lose so easily.
A decade of living with her had taught me that much.
She'd let me think I could win, let me soar to the highest peak of hope—
—only to shove me off the cliff at the last second.
She'd masturbate furiously while watching my despairing face as I fell, then squirt all over my broken body when I hit the ground.
Sadly, that was the true nature of Moon Ye-hwa, my mother.
Once, I had tried to love even a woman like her.
But now, I had no such illusions left.
"Soooon~ Hurry baaaack~ You're not chickening out now, are you? If you run away, Mommy will take it out on Da-eun instead."
"Don't threaten family."
I set my smartphone in a blind spot near where First Mother sat, set to record silently in a few seconds.
With the "trap" ready to send this devil of a mother to heaven, I turned back to the stall.
First Mother grinned like a lewd bitch in heat and grabbed my cock.
"Ready to lose?"
She shook it lightly, her voice dripping with amusement.
"Hnngg!"
I faked being a lousy lay—just as she had earlier.
Like mother, like son.
As she jerked me off, I glanced sideways and saw the faint glow of my phone's screen through the stall's gap.
I turned slightly to block it with my back, but First Mother's absurdly large tits remained perfectly in frame.