Chapter 3 Fourth Mother - Kang Da-eun
Chapter 3 Fourth Mother - Kang Da-eun
The moment we entered the women's restroom together, Fourth Mother began gasping for breath and immediately started tearing off her clothes.
I couldn't take my eyes off her bare skin as she undressed, but my mind was already drifting elsewhere.
How did things between Fourth Mother and me end up like this?
First Mother, who had known me the longest but had been utterly indifferent to me as a child.
Second Mother, who cared about nothing in this world except the mad doctrines of the cult.
Third Mother, who had never hidden her dislike for me in front of others since I was young.
And now, Fourth Mother, who had only just grown accustomed to calling me "son."
Among them, the one who had taken care of me since childhood was Kang Da-eun—Fourth Mother—now stripping off her bra right in front of me, her son.
But here she was, doing this in front of me.
"Tada~ How do I look?"
Having discarded both her top and bra, Fourth Mother pushed her breasts inward with both hands, making them appear even larger than usual—already sizable compared to her otherwise slender frame—before asking me.
How did she look?
What kind of question was that?
Her flushed skin,
her breath heavy with sweet, intoxicating arousal,
the expression on her face—unashamedly radiating the instinctual desire to be acknowledged as a desirable woman, even by her own son.
The way she struck a lewd pose in front of me, her son, without a hint of shame, seducing me with her body—none of it matched the image of maternal love, devotion, or the sacred title of "mother."
And yet, that very incongruity made her all the more irresistible.
The guilt and sense of depravity I felt because of Fourth Mother only served as a spicy, stimulating seasoning, fueling my excitement rather than stopping the stiffening rise between my legs.
"Son. Well? How do I find me?"
Her voice dropped lower, as if offended by my lack of response.
I glanced sideways at the tightly shut restroom door, gauging the situation outside.
Unless someone reported us, there was no risk of detectives storming in.
The funeral staff already knew we were the family of that man, and they avoided us like the plague, not wanting to get involved with our fanatical cult.
The other mothers were asleep, too.
So... maybe it was fine?
But here?
In Father's funeral home?
With the other mothers sleeping nearby? Just the thought of secretly having sex with Fourth Mother right under their noses made my head spin. Was this really what I wanted?
Honestly, yes.
Even now, I felt the same guilt I always did whenever I slept with Fourth Mother. But that guilt was nothing compared to how unbearably hot she was.
If Kang Da-eun hadn't been my mother, I was certain I would've spent most of my days like a lust-crazed monkey, doing nothing but indulging in her body.
Then Fourth Mother snapped at me.
"Well?!"
I winced slightly before giving her the answer she was fishing for.
"You're beautiful."
"That's it?"
"Fucking hot. Your body drives me wild."
"Really? ♥"
I tailored my praise to Fourth Mother's tastes—crude and explicit, just the way she liked it.
There was no need for long-winded flattery.
Rambling on with excessive admiration would only annoy her.
All I had to do was put a little emphasis in my voice, declaring as an indisputable fact that Fourth Mother was a stunning, irresistible woman.
And just like that, she was over the moon.
It was a simple trick, but it never failed.
"Ehehe~ Ehehehe~"
Fourth Mother covered her face with both hands, giggling in delight.
If she hadn't been my mother, I would've grabbed that adorable face and shoved my tongue into her mouth right then and there.
She looked exactly the same as she had back then.
Back when she had just been chosen as the cult's "comfort priestess" under Father's orders.
Back when I had only recently learned that the so-called "role of listening to female devotees' troubles and comforting them" was just a pretty lie—that in reality, she was the cult's officially sanctioned whore.
Back when I had been summoned for the first time, only to find Fourth Mother waiting for me, wearing nothing but a towel.
The same shy expression she wore now.
I should've turned and run right then.
But the awkwardness made me hesitate, and before I knew it, Fourth Mother had grabbed my wrist.
Naturally, I ended up inside the room.
Thinking it was a rare chance to confide in her without other devotees around, I drank every glass she offered me...
And when I woke up, we were both naked.
Her virgin blood dried on her inner thighs, mixed with my cum.
Kiss marks everywhere.
Even though we'd known each other for over ten years, the atmosphere was as awkward as if we'd just had a one-night stand.
I fled to the bathroom, washed up, changed, and came out—only to find Fourth Mother in an apron, setting the breakfast table for me as if last night had never happened.
As if nothing had happened at all.
As if last night's events were a secret between us, a taboo neither of us would ever mention again.
But even after that, Fourth Mother kept summoning me as her "comfort priest."
And after I became deeply involved in distributing the cult's Holy Medicine, the frequency only increased.
No more breakfasts prepared for me after passionate nights where I'd pass out from exhaustion.
Now, she'd just glare at me to leave so she could work, or spread her legs naked and demand I eat her out while she handled business.
No affection—just pleasure, day and night.
"Hey. What are you thinking about? Don't tell me you're fantasizing about another woman right in front of me?"
Fourth Mother's sharp voice snapped me back to reality.
But whether in my thoughts or in the present moment, what I saw didn't change.
Fourth Mother's tits.
So fucking hot.
"You know what, son? Back in college, I was the campus queen. And here you are, staring at me but thinking about some other girl... You little shit."
Campus queen?
Having grown up isolated in the cult since childhood, how would I know what that meant?
I'd heard of universities, but I had no idea what actually went on there.
From the dramas and movies I'd seen, it seemed like a place where average-looking guys and girls—not as hot as my mothers, but still decent—did nothing but date. Hardly any studying at all.
Still, I played along.
Another one of my tricks—empathy and praise.
"Campus queen? Of course you were. No one could compare to you."
"Pfft—what is this? Are you buttering me up?"
"No, it's the truth."
I smoothly steered the conversation toward complimenting her looks.
My trick worked again.
Of course, calling it a "trick" was an overstatement—it worked on every woman because of one simple reason.
I discreetly turned my head to glance at my reflection in the restroom mirror.
Pale skin.
Features so perfectly symmetrical they looked sculpted, without a single flaw.
A face that balanced boyish charm with just enough masculinity.
An aloof exterior that somehow promised warmth if you dared to get close.
I didn't know what kind of impression that gave off, but enough women had told me the same thing that it had to be true.
"Ahaha~ Ahahaha~ Hahaha~ That's right, your mom's a beauty, isn't she?"
What sounded like a half-hearted lie to my ears must've been satisfying to Fourth Mother, because she burst into giggles.
Laughing like that, she didn't look like the wicked woman who had lured countless people into Father's cult as its PR officer.
She just looked beautiful.
"Alright, you've had a good look at Mom's tits, right? Now it's my turn..."
Fourth Mother's gaze slid down to the obvious bulge tenting my pants, her eyes glinting with lust.
Then she reached out, her fingers gently caressing my balls through the fabric.
But given how quickly Fourth Mother could switch from tender to rough—ready to grab my cock in a vice grip at any moment—I tensed up slightly.
My balls seemed to shrink in response.
"What's wrong, son~? Nervous because we're doing this outside? We did it in front of Gaeul's room last time."
"Yes, we did. Even though I begged you not to let the youngest mother find out, you forced me."
"Hmph~ Got some backbone now? You were so into it back then, pumping my pussy full—why the hesitation now?"
"...You didn't let me pull out until I was completely drained."
"Enough. No more about the past—focus on right now."
Fourth Mother's fingers moved skillfully, massaging my balls with practiced ease.
Her touch was familiar, yet the sensation of her hands where they shouldn't be was both terrifying and intoxicating.
Still, I didn't resist.
If I left Fourth Mother with any lingering effects from the Holy Medicine, she might cause a scene in front of the detectives.
Better to let her drain my cock than let her get dragged away by them.
That was my version of filial piety.
Whether this even counted as "filial piety" was debatable, but...
"Now then~ It's been a while since I've seen my son's cock. Let's see how much it's grown, shall we? Maybe even taste it a little~ ♥"
Humming a tune, Fourth Mother sang her vulgar words in rhythm as she pulled down my zipper.
Zzzip—
Freed from the confines of my underwear and pants, my cock sprang up toward Fourth Mother's face.
"No cumming right away, son ♡ It's been a week, so you'd better last at least ten rounds for Mom, got it?"
"...Yes, Mom."