Chapter 26 Mother-Son Role Reversal World
Chapter 26 Mother-Son Role Reversal World
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The son poured his entire weight into each strike, mercilessly pounding the pussy of his mother—a woman who weighed barely half as much as he did.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"
Ye-hwa clenched her teeth, enduring every brutal thrust without resistance.
Even in the midst of this, she clung to a rational thought—that she had to somehow snatch the smartphone from her son's hand and delete the posts he had uploaded to the gallery—
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
—but each thought was obliterated one by one under the relentless assault of her son's cock.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The juices pooled inside Moon Ye-hwa's pussy splattered against her son's shaft, spraying up toward the ceiling before raining back down like a sudden downpour.
As the droplets landed on her face, Ye-hwa felt the flames of fury that had been raging inside her abruptly extinguish.
A life spent chasing nothing but extreme pleasure until her brain had been permanently fried.
The inevitable result? At some point, even the sex she had once adored had become dull, leaving her numb and unable to enjoy it.
But now—
Now was different.
Now, as she lay beneath the son she had once carried on her back, servicing his cock instead of the other way around, Ye-hwa was more aroused than she had ever been.
'M-My pussy... is twitching because of my son's cock...♥'
The ambition that had driven her—the belief that once the funeral was over and she returned to the cult, she would finally ascend to the position of Cheonmyeong Cult Leader.
The greed that had her counting the days until she could funnel the wealth she had siphoned from the devout into her own offshore accounts.
The perverse thrill of having secured the ultimate sex slave—her own son, of all people—because the taboo only made it hotter.
All of it had been shattered by her son's sudden rebellion.
An ordinary woman might have been crushed by the shock, but Ye-hwa's brain was too far gone.
She craved stimulation—any stimulation.
Addicted to the Holy Medicine to the point where even that no longer worked, she had been trudging through life bored and restless.
But now?
The shock of being overpowered by her own son, of being pushed to the brink—it thrilled her.
"Hahhh... Hahhh..."
A pitiful moan, almost virginal in its innocence, escaped Ye-hwa's lips.
Her son paused his relentless pounding just long enough to type another post into the gallery, and she seized the moment to beg.
"Son? This position is... a little embarrassing for Mom. And you're pressing down on my neck—it hurts. Let's switch to cowgirl, okay? Mom rides really well. ...How about it?"
Instead of kneeling, she planned to squat with her feet flat on the floor, lifting and dropping her heels rapidly to bounce her ass up and down on his cock.
That way, she could slam her hips against his pelvis at breakneck speed—
And while he was dazed from the pleasure, she could easily snatch the phone from his hand.
Then, she'd ride him for real, milking every last drop of cum from his cock straight into her greedy pussy before smearing it across his face—crushing his little coup once and for all.
Slap!
But her son saw right through her scheming and retaliated with a sharp smack to her ass.
"Ah! Son!"
"Shut up, bitch."
Slap!
"Kyaah!"
No matter how desperately she pleaded, her son answered only with violence.
'What's going on? Has he always been like this?'
Her ass stung, but more than anger, Ye-hwa felt confusion as she stared at her son.
The same handsome face everyone admired.
The same disproportionately large, beautifully shaped cock.
Outwardly, nothing had changed.
The man gripping her ankles and slamming his hips down onto her was still Lee Eun-woo—the son she had raised, the son she thought she knew inside and out.
"What's wrong, Mom? Focus. A chicken-coop pussy like yours needs technique to make up for it. Your grip's getting loose."
"I-I'm choosing not to squeeze! I could clamp down anytime! I'm a natural-born—"
Slap!
Another sharp strike—this time across her breasts.
"Yeah, right. Trash-tier pussy."
His words were violent.
His actions domineering.
This wasn't the timid, introverted Lee Eun-woo she knew.
What had changed him?
"How dare you call your mother's p—"
Slap!
"Trash."
His palm landed on the opposite breast—but this time, it wasn't just pain.
He pinched and twisted her nipple, mixing pleasure into the punishment.
Slap!
"Cunt."
This time, his hand came down on her mound.
Her clit, already swollen from his earlier attention, rubbed against his fingers.
Slap!
"Mom."
Now, his palm struck her lower abdomen—the most sacred part of a woman's body, right above her womb.
"...Ahhh... Ahhh... S-Son..."
She begged, but Eun-woo ignored her.
He had changed. The son who had always been obedient to his mothers now refused to tolerate even the slightest disrespect.
A mother-son role reversal world.
A reversed dynamic.
Ye-hwa's breasts burned red with the imprint of his hand—but the pleasure outweighed the pain.
The grand plan she had meticulously prepared—
Working with the other mothers to betray the Cult Leader.
Simultaneously purging the fanatics whose extremism hindered the cult's operations.
Strengthening her position through internal reforms until she could seize the title of Cult Leader for herself.
All of it was crumbling because of this sudden sexual power struggle with her son—and the sheer ruin of it all excited her beyond reason.
The humiliation of having her pussy, her ass—even her face—exposed in an incest forum fed her deepest exhibitionist desires.
But that wasn't the main reason.
The numbness that had rendered even the Holy Medicine useless was fading—
And for the first time since college, she was feeling the thrill of sex again.
All because of him.
Her son, Eun-woo.
The cruel boy treating the mother who raised him like nothing more than a fleshlight, pounding into her without a care for her body or feelings.
The son who now glared down at her with the same commanding presence the Cult Leader had when addressing the devout—not the obedient boy she remembered.
'It's terrifying... My pussy... My heart...'
How long had it been?
Since she last felt this exhilaration, this rush.
Like someone had reached into her bored, broken brain—shaped only by her endless search for new toys—and shattered it before molding the pieces to their will.
The degrading pleasure was unlike anything she had ever known.
It reminded her of the time she had been on her way to give her "virginity" to her first love—
Only to be assaulted by a homeless man who, despite his filthy, revolting body and face, had fucked her so well she came against her will.
She hadn't wanted to cum.
Hadn't wanted to get wet.
Hadn't wanted to be turned on.
But he forced her—made her climax harder, made her arousal deeper, made her humiliation more intense.
In a way, it was like taking the Holy Medicine.
Except no amount of pills could replicate this feeling—she'd need a lethal dose of ten or more to even come close.
"Lee Eun-woo...."
She called his name as he licked her earlobe and kneaded her breasts like they were nothing more than slime toys.
But her son ignored her, focused solely on violating her body.
Lee Eun-woo.
The son she had always dismissed as nothing special—just a pretty face and a big dick—was now dominating her like this.
And the boy she had raised like a pet since childhood was fucking her into utter ruin.
"Mom, get up. Change positions. I'm bored of this one. Give me something hotter."
He still called her "Mom," but his tone and actions treated her like a cheap whore.
None of this was normal.
Then again, fucking in the women's bathroom during her husband's funeral was already insane.
But what was even crazier—
"O-Okay, son. But be gentle this time, alright?"
—was that she had completely forgotten about stealing his phone and was now obeying him like a groveling slave.
"Shut your mouth and spread your legs. What kind of chicken-coop pussy makes demands?"