Chapter 23 First Madam's Titty Fuck vs. Her Son's...
Chapter 23 First Madam's Titty Fuck vs. Her Son's...
First Mother stroked my cock with a skill that Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun couldn't even begin to compare to.
Her hands moved with both precision and lewd expertise.
How many men's cocks had those hands—currently gripping and shaking my shaft—jerked off before?
I should be disgusted. I should be furious...!
"Uuugh, uuunngh!"
Instead, it was my cock that seemed furious, throbbing violently.
An unusually large amount of pre-cum—enough to rival a normal man's full ejaculation—oozed out of my slit.
Splurt!
First Mother's face, which had maintained an elegant composure even while baring her obscene breasts before me, was now dirtied by her son's fluids.
"Huuuung... That's just pre-cum. It's not over yet," I hastily explained.
But seeing her dazed expression—eyes half-lidded from the pre-cum splashed across her face—further explanation seemed unnecessary.
"So fragrant~♥"
First Mother stopped stroking and dragged a finger across her cheek, collecting the pre-cum.
Then, as if testing its viscosity, she held her finger up to the bathroom light and rubbed it between her fingers.
When it began to froth, she opened her mouth wide and licked every last drop clean with her tongue.
Her right hand, once slick with my pre-cum, was now glistening with her own saliva.
The thought of those lewd, spit-slick fingers stroking me again made my cock twitch violently.
I could even feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, so I took a deep breath.
"Huuuuu. Huuuuuu."
As I mentally recited the cult's ridiculous hymns praising the leader, First Mother licked the remaining traces of my pre-cum from her lips.
Then, with my fluids still in her mouth, she lewdly sloshed them around before showing me.
"Mmm, so thick~ I've never tasted pre-cum this delicious before. My son, you could probably get a woman pregnant with just this... Bleh."
Mid-sentence, she stuck out her tongue, displaying the pooled pre-cum in her mouth.
A vulgar display that prideful, fussy Fourth Mother would never indulge in.
I should have been repulsed, but my cock throbbed in response to her brazen seduction.
"Uuungh, hnn. Should I try putting it in? Let's see if my son's cum can implant in his mother's womb~"
Her words were clear despite the mouthful of my fluids.
"You don't want to? Why not? Don't you want a beautiful, lewd little daughter—half your handsome face, half my sinful looks? We could raise her together, and after mother-son incest, we'd have father-daughter—"
The mere thought made me grimace in disgust, shaking my head.
"Please shut up. It's not like you could—"
"Huh?"
First Mother's eyes widened slightly as she swallowed, savoring the taste.
But I didn't finish my sentence.
I couldn't tell her I knew her womb was ruined—that despite not being menopausal, she could never conceive.
That would be far crueler than calling her a used-up whore.
Her pussy might look virginal—tight, pink, and slit-like—but this was an undeniable truth.
I didn't want to hurt her.
Even if Mun Ye-hwa had been a neglectful mother in my childhood.
Even if she was now a depraved, lust-crazed bitch who wanted to fuck her own son.
She was still my mother.
And given our age difference, along with her wide childbearing hips, she was most likely my biological mother.
"...You won't be seeing my cum anyway. Because I'm going to win this."
"Aha, ehehe~ So that's it. I thought—"
First Mother, momentarily flustered, quickly regained her sultry smile and crawled toward me on her knees.
I sidestepped subtly, ensuring my phone's camera had a clear shot of her lewd pussy while my back blocked her face from view.
"Son. Did Mommy's handjob feel good?"
Mun Ye-hwa fondled my balls with her spit-slick fingers as she asked.
I nodded obediently—if I didn't answer honestly, she'd pester me endlessly.
"Really? Really really? You're not lying?"
She giggled like a child, and I chuckled too—until a sudden pang in my chest froze my expression.
If only that smile had been for me outside of these depraved moments...
If it had, I would have gladly become her sex slave or whatever she wanted.
But what First Mother desired wasn't me.
Not my self—just my looks, my cock, and my symbolic status in the cult.
Not her son.
"Huh? Why the long face? You look just like when you were little. Back when I carried you on my back. You were so cute then! But now... you're so much bigger than me. Ahaha, amazing~"
Her smile was infectious, and I found myself smiling faintly despite knowing her cruel nature.
I didn't remember, but she must have raised me as a baby.
So why was this woman now masturbating to the smell of her own son's cock?
Would she do the same to Ji-yeon, her other child?
I shook my head violently.
Now wasn't the time to think about Ji-yeon.
After she cut ties with me, I'd tried so hard not to think of her—especially not now, while fucking her mother.
But once the image surfaced, I couldn't stop it.
I pictured Ji-yeon's large breasts and nipples—just like her mother's.
Disgusted with myself, I still couldn't erase the image of her pink nipples—so unlike her mother's lewd ones.
"Wow, you're so hard all of a sudden! Feeling good, son?"
"......"
I couldn't admit I'd gotten hard imagining her daughter's tits. I just nodded.
"Good, good. Then let's move to the next step. Since you enjoyed Mommy's handjob, let's do something even better.
Know what it is? A titty fuck~ A titty fuck.
Using these big breasts instead of my small hands to stroke your cock. That alone would feel amazing, but do you know what's even better?"
She squeezed my shaft between her soft breasts as she asked.
That alone nearly made me cum.
But First Mother—who took pleasure in psychological torment—didn't move her tits like she had her hand earlier.
She just pressed them tightly around my cock, applying pressure.
She didn't want our first sexual encounter to end so simply.
I'd expected this. Everything was going according to plan—her defeat was imminent.
But one thing surprised me:
Her breasts felt better than I'd imagined.
Not just warm like Fourth Mother's, but scorching hot—like her pussy must be.
"Uuughhh!"
As I desperately held back, First Mother whispered filth into my ear.
"Son, imagine this. While I titty-fuck you, your glans peeking out from my cleavage...
And then—mmmgheeehh—Mommy's tongue licking it just like this~ Focusing right on the tip. Flicking your slit with the very end.
It's my specialty. Want me to do it now?"
"Uuunngh!"
"Eheheh~ Close already? No, no, hold it in. We can't end it like this. At least five rounds to make it exciting, right?
Going straight to penetration is so boring! Foreplay is essential.
Mommy's holding back too, so endure a little longer~"
"Uuuuugh!"
"I wanna suck your cock so baaad~♥ But if I did, you'd cum right away, wouldn't you? Just a little movement, then? If you cum too soon, I'll drag you to the punishment room and whip you raw, so you better hold back!"
Slick, slick, sliiick.
First Mother's breasts—as oversized as my cock—wrapped around my entire length, their softness beginning to stroke me up and down.
Compared to her handjobs, which were top-tier in technique but slightly underwhelming due to her small hands and natural physical limitations, First Mother's titfuck was far superior.
"Most men who brag about their dick size don't actually have big dicks, but of course, my son is different~"
"When Mommy covers your cock with her tits, it doesn't even peek out—unlike those tiny baby dicks that get smothered and trapped between Mommy's cleavage!"
"Those pathetic little worms just squirm around, unable to even reach Mommy's face, and end up spurting their sad little loads right into Mommy's cleavage. But you? Your piss hole is staring right at Mommy's face!"
Slick, slick, slick.
"You know what, son? Most guys can't even last a minute when Mommy decides to give them a titjob."
"It's so disappointing when they cum too fast—kills the mood instantly."
"What's the point of Mommy being good at titjobs if the guys bragging about their 'huge dicks' are just tiny-dicked losers? They can't even handle deep-throating or a proper titty shake!"
"...You understand Mommy's frustration, don't you?"
As if I could.
Her dissatisfaction—built from fucking every man inside and outside the cult while my physically and spiritually impotent father drowned in power games—meant nothing to me.
But time was still passing.
The timer had already hit two minutes.
Less than half remained.
Just a little longer.
First Mother glanced at the timer but didn't stop, confident she could make me cum whenever she wanted.
Slick, slick, slick.
Her pillowy, jiggling breasts delivered an exquisite pleasure to my cock.
But time kept moving.
One minute thirty seconds.
Almost there.
Just a little more—
Then—
"Hahp!"
First Mother clenched her fists against the sides of her breasts, squeezing them tightly around my cock—then lifted them high before slamming them back down with force.
"Cum! Cum now!"
"Nngh—!"
An overwhelming pleasure shot through my spine.
My back tingled.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
Even as she shook them, the sheer weight of her flesh made a sharp, spanking-like sound.
"Cum! Cum! Let Mommy's tits smother your worthless cock to death!"
"Ghh—!"
"Ooooh, still holding out~? Impressive! Then how about THIS? Ahahahaha!"
She twisted her tits in opposite directions, stretching my foreskin up and down to its limit.
"Cum! Cum! Cum! Know your place and just be Mommy's obedient sex slave!"
Her massive breasts—so heavy they made my shoulders ache—moved with unnatural grace, rising and falling in smooth, hypnotic motions.
I alternated between watching her tits bounce around my cock and checking the timer.
A creeping sense of defeat began to rise.
Had I gotten too confident after my winning streak against Fourth Mother, whose entire body was an erogenous zone?
Had I made a mistake by not dodging First Mother's relentless sexual harassment like I usually did?
As these self-defeating thoughts spiraled, I gritted my teeth.
The match wasn't over yet.
And then—
"Sluuuurp~ Haaaah."
First Mother's lips wrapped around the tip of my cock as it slipped free from her cleavage, her pupils rolling back as she inhaled deeply.
She was just as aroused as I was.
"Nnngh~ So good~ The smell of my son's sweat... His cock at the perfect age... Even the lingering scent of Da-eun's pussy on it~ ♥♥♥"
"Now that I've had my fill of your scent... Bon appétit~"
CHOMP.
Her mouth—her "mouth-pussy"—swallowed my glans whole.
Then, covering her upper teeth with her upper lip and her lower teeth with her lower lip, she began chewing on my cock.
If she had used her bare teeth, the sharp pain would've killed the mood—but with her lips cushioning the bite, the stimulation only made me closer to the edge.
"Mmmph? Mmmmf~ Mommy's getting addicted~ ♥"
She smirked at me with lust-glazed eyes, her words muffled around my cock.
I turned away from her gaze, focusing only on the timer.
Ten seconds left.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
HOLD ON—!
If I lost here, I'd become First Mother's personal sex slave—her plaything.
And if that happened—
The image of Fourth Mother leaving me flashed in my mind, breaking my concentration.
A violent pleasure shot through my prostate, nearly buckling my knees.
As I staggered, my phone buzzed—another call from Fourth Mother.
In that split second, the desperate mantra of "hold on" slipped from my lips.
Too late.
Splurt~♥
"Aaaand~ Gulp! Pathetic cock's defeat! Mommy's victory, son~ Good boy! Now you're Mommy's personal sex slave, got it? The moment we get back to the cult, we're locking ourselves in a room—just the two of us~ At least a week straight, okay? ♡"
First Mother spat out my cock with a triumphant grin.
"...No. It's not over yet."
"Son! When did I ever raise you to—"
She cut herself off mid-scolding, her face twisting in confusion—then horror.
"T-This? No way—!"
I nodded, unloading a thick stream of white fluid straight into her open mouth.
Who knew drinking too much water while kissing Fourth Mother would pay off like this?
"Ghk—! BLEGH—!"
Even the woman who'd happily swallowed my pre-cum couldn't handle this.
First Mother spat out the mouthful of piss, bowing her head for the first time in front of me.
I kept pissing, drenching her scalp—this woman who might very well be my birth mother.
The same dominating urge I'd felt when brutally fucking Fourth Mother resurfaced.
The same twisted desire that belonged only to the father I despised.
It was rising inside me again.
I turned away from First Mother's gagging and glanced at my hidden phone.
Perfect.
Every second of her humiliation—her son pissing straight into her mouth—was recorded.