Chapter 27 Twisted Motherhood
Chapter 27 Twisted Motherhood
Ye-hwa didn't get angry at her son's arrogant, disrespectful behavior. Instead, she obediently raised her body, stuck her ass out toward him, and bent her waist deeply.
"Good, well done. Chicken Coop Lady. Your extensive sex experience really shows here. My fourth mom never bent her waist, so it was uncomfortable to fuck her, but you're just right."
A son who, in the middle of sex, brings up another woman—his own mother, no less—and critiques his first stepmother's techniques.
No wonder she was furious. She wanted to kill him. She had been waiting for the right moment to take revenge, to kidnap him and turn him into her personal limbless onahole, just as she had been muttering about earlier.
Turn him into one.
...Turn him into one.
...Wait, no, that didn't sound so bad.
'Wh-why am I like this?'
"What are you doing? Give me your hands, Chicken Coop. If your pussy grip is weak, at least set yourself up properly so your son can fuck you comfortably. What's the point of all that whore experience?"
Even as he insulted her with vulgar words, Ye-hwa didn't get angry. She meekly offered her hands to him.
Her son roughly grabbed her wrists and, without warning, slammed his cock—which had been buried inside her up to the tip—all the way in.
"Hngh—uuuugh! Hhhyet!"
Her son's thick cock began pounding against her ripe womb, thud thud thud.
Ye-hwa gagged as if she were about to vomit, but her usually gentle son didn't care at all about her discomfort.
He was solely focused on using his mother's pussy like an onahole to stimulate himself.
Even as she was ruthlessly fucked dozens, hundreds of times, she never opened her mouth—only her lower lips, squeezing his cock tightly the entire time.
'My womb... my womb is descending.'
Ye-hwa could feel it.
Her womb, devoid of pride, was desperately moving toward him—not just any man, but her own son—to receive his seed.
Her sloppy hole was spreading open, eager to kiss the tip of his cock.
'What's happening to me?'
But that should have been impossible.
She was still far from menopause, but after years of creampies, facials, throatpies, and even anal, her womb had long been ruined beyond the point of bearing children.
She had visited countless renowned gynecologists, but the only diagnosis she ever received was infertility.
She had been deemed a downgraded female, incapable of ever conceiving again.
Yet now, she could clearly feel her womb healing in real time—along with the maddening numbness that had plagued her for so long.
A miracle beyond modern science.
But Ye-hwa was certain.
Before her body had been ruined, creampies had been her favorite kind of sex.
She had taken countless men's seeds into her womb, and in return, her womb had been destroyed while she was still young. She knew.
This was a woman's—no, a female's—instinct.
"...Nngh, uuugh! What? Why's your grip—? Yeah, see? When you put your mind to it, you can do it right. Don't get prideful just 'cause you're my mom. Serve your son's cock."
Eun-woo praised her as if she were a whore decades younger than him.
None of his usual gentle, rational demeanor remained in his eyes.
Only a predatory, possessive gleam—the look of a man determined to make the female beneath him his own.
"Answer me."
SMACK!
His palm struck her chest again.
But it was more of a rough caress than a real hit.
"Answer me."
Twiiist~♥
After slapping her breasts hard enough to make them jiggle like pudding, he pinched her nipples this time.
"Hngh—uuuugh! Y-Yes! Yes! I-I'll squeeze! I'll squeeze your cock tight with my pussy, with this whore mom's pussy!"
Ye-hwa screamed uncontrollably. Not out of fear of his rough handling, but because his touch was driving her insane with pleasure.
"Good, you get it. But if you were just gonna spread your legs and surrender the moment I fucked you, why'd you act so high and mighty before? Huh?"
He twisted her trembling nipples cruelly as he spoke.
"I'm sorry for acting up! I'm sorry! So please—don't stop fucking me! Don't stop! P-Please, my son—nnngh!"
Anyone who knew the real Ye-hwa would have rubbed their eyes in disbelief at the sight.
But she had no choice.
Because it wasn't just her womb that was being healed.
She could feel it—her mind, which had grown numb to even the most extreme sex, was being restored as well.
Ye-hwa was as excited as if she had just discovered the joys of sex for the first time.
In this state, there was no way she could perform with her usual experienced techniques.
The best she could do was become an onahole case for her son's cock, moaning "Hiiiiigh~♥" every time he thrust into her.
'Why... why is this so good? Is it because it's my son?'
There was a reason for that, too.
The cock of the adorable child she had once carried on her back had grown into this monstrous thing, now slamming into the pussy of the mother who raised him.
It was a supreme pleasure no ordinary woman could ever experience—or should ever experience.
But it couldn't just be the taboo thrill of fucking her own son.
Her son's handsome face.
His unusually thick cock.
His technique, smooth despite likely only having fucked Da-eun—whose pussy, judging by her face alone, had to be mediocre.
But even that wasn't enough to explain this.
Then what? Could it be? No way—
...No.
It was true.
Ye-hwa could feel it.
No—her pussy, being fucked by her son's cock, was telling her.
The true identity of this handsome man, devotedly thrusting into her, was—
"Cheonmyeong-nim."
Ye-hwa whispered the name so softly even her son—currently licking her earlobe and roughly kneading her breasts—couldn't hear.
The moment she did, she was flooded with a fullness unlike anything she had ever felt before, despite all the depraved sex she'd had in her life.
It was real. Her prophecy hadn't been a lie.
Lee Eun-woo.
A handsome face and an unusually large cock.
A sharp mind and decent abilities.
But his gentle—or, to be blunt, weak—personality had always made Ye-hwa underestimate him.
Yet the son she had looked down on was no mere puppet like the fake Cheonmyeong-nim propped up by the cult's executives.
He was the real messiah of the Cheonmyeong Sect.
No—he was the messiah.
The moment she realized this, a superiority complex far beyond the validation she had scraped together by posting nude photos in incest forums flooded her brain like a bowl of honey.
'...My son is the messiah? Then I'm the messiah's mother? Heheh... heheheh. Ehehehehehehehe! Ehehehehehe!'
Of course, Ye-hwa still had doubts.
There was one last test she needed to perform.
She was a fanatic, but also a rational thinker.
She didn't believe in Cheonmyeong-nim out of blind faith—she had met him, experienced his power firsthand.
So she needed to confirm whether her son had truly healed her womb—something even the greatest modern doctors had failed to do—or if he had simply used his cock to perform this "miracle."
And that moment came sooner than expected.
"Nngh—! I'm cumming, you chicken coop bitch! Take it like the well-behaved whore you pretend to be!"
Her son roared.
Until now, Ye-hwa had been lost in pleasure, barely able to focus on anything but his thrusts.
But she was different now.
As a high-ranking Holy Seat of the Cheonmyeong Sect—a shadowy schemer who had manipulated the cult leader from behind the scenes for her own gain—she moved with purpose.
In an instant, the positions of mother and son reversed.
Missionary became cowgirl.
Her pussy ached as if she had regressed to her virgin days, but even in her pleasure-drunk state, she moved her hips and ass with practiced skill.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Her ass moved in a rhythm no amateur could hope to match—not even the playful handjob she had given him earlier.
The movements of a veteran whore who had spent decades draining men's cum with cold efficiency.
And though her son mocked her as a "chicken coop," her ass—while not free of the belly fat from her nightly drinking—had been strengthened by years of expensive Pilates.
Her cowgirl technique, backed by that power, was no joke.
"Ngh—y-you bitch! How much cum are you trying to milk out of me?! Get off!"
Her son shoved her shoulders roughly.
Knowing she couldn't win a contest of strength, Ye-hwa smirked and licked his fingers where they touched her.
Then she spoke.
"It's okay, son. You can just cum. Creampie me irresponsibly. It'll feel better than a facial. You know, don't you? That my womb is expired, useless... So you can fill it as much as you want. That'll feel... so much better, won't it? Haaaah~♥"
As she spoke, she raised her hips high before slamming them down, stimulating his entire length—while leaning forward to whisper directly into his ear, her hot breath reaching deep into his eardrum.
"Guh—fine! Then take it all! Into your useless, barren chicken-womb!"
"Yes, cum inside me! Fill your slave mom's pussy with your precious seed—let me bear your child, your sister and daughter both! Aaaah!"
"...Don't say disgusting shit, you crazy bitch!"
"Oh my~♥ Your cock's twitching, so why the mean words? Go on, cum for me."
Squelch, squelch, SPLURT!
Her son's cum was as excessive as his cock.
And this was what was left after Da-eun had taken her share.
Just imagining how much more he would fill her once she had him all to herself made Ye-hwa's pussy drip again.
Her womb was packed full of her son's cum.
When he had mocked her as a "chicken coop," she had been genuinely angry.
But not anymore.
Because it wasn't true now.
Her womb could bear children again.
Her master's—no, Cheonmyeong-nim's—child. ♥
Mun Ye-hwa—
A vicious criminal who had carried out indiscriminate terror attacks in public squares,
Distributed the Holy Medicine, a drug that, when properly processed, had no side effects and even restored stamina and improved skin—but a drug nonetheless,
Drove housewives into the cult's grasp, destroying families,
And now dreamed of overthrowing the useless cult leader and fanatics to bring the Cheonmyeong Sect into the light—
Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
The future, once dull no matter what she did due to her insomnia, had suddenly bloomed into a field of flowers.
A field of opium poppies.
That was the future she foresaw for herself.
Endless happiness. Endless pleasure.
Fucking every day. Dragging those who displeased her into the torture chamber every day. Impregnating herself with her son's seed every day, never growing numb to it.
A life of constant arousal.
"Can I... really be this happy?"
Ye-hwa murmured.
'With Cheonmyeong-nim's power, living to 300 would be trivial—though living as a powerless old woman would be worse than death. So I need children! My own children! Born from my womb, raised by me! Because a child birthed from a mother's womb is the most capable, loyal, and useful tool of all!
...Heheh, how many should I have? No—how many will I have? At least a few dozen... No, a hundred! If I'm to become the Cheonmyeong Sect's leader and fill all its executive positions with my own children, I'll need at least that many!'
As she fantasized about the most horrifying birth plan in human history, her son's cock pushed her over the edge once more.
Ye-hwa was happy.