Chapter 38 In the Car Briefly (3)
Chapter 38 In the Car Briefly (3)
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
"Nngh, son? Aren't you being too rough? And you're just thrusting away like this, so it's a bit..."
First Mother let out a drunken moan while grumbling at me.
"Shut up. A slut like you doesn't get to talk back to your master."
I replied while sliding my middle finger inside her pussy alongside the index finger I'd already been thrusting in.
It was an inappropriate thing for a son to say to his mother—no, for anyone to say to a married woman who abandoned her husband and daughter to cling to a younger man.
But even as First Mother grew angry, she didn't resist my fingers plunging into her.
Instead of overpowering me like before and using me as her tool, she obediently surrendered her cunt to my touch—uncharacteristically so.
It seemed swearing an oath in the name of Cheonmyeong had left her determined to keep her word.
"Haaahhh ♥"
First Mother enjoyed my cunt play. It was the same reaction as when I called her by name earlier.
She was furious at my disrespectful attitude—but that fury only made her more aroused.
What a twisted bitch.
Even her anger just became more fuel for her dripping cunt—this goddamn whore...!
Was this another side effect of the human experiments? Or the Holy Medicine? Or was I simply my father's son, no different from him, with the same hunger for domination?
But even as rage boiled inside me, I was calmer now—unlike the first time I used this power to brutally fuck Fourth Mother.
"Hurry up and cum."
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
"Haaahhh, haaahhh, haaahhhh ♥"
Even though we were in a car—where anyone passing by could see her flushed face—First Mother didn't even try to suppress her moans.
"I said hurry up and cum. We have to go to the police station in the morning. If we're late, they'll come looking for us, and the lawyer said we can't delay."
"Th-That's because of—"
Thrust, thrust, thrust—thrust, thrust, thrust—
I put more force into the arm fingering First Mother's pussy.
My other arm, slightly injured earlier from being twisted by the female officer, ached faintly from the movement. But it didn't matter. A night's sleep would heal it.
Right now, First Mother's pleasure took precedence over my pain.
"Why is it this wet?"
I deliberately teased her.
It wasn't because her tight, pink pussy—so pristine it could pass for a virgin's despite her being a total slut—had turned me on.
No, it was just that this lewd cunt gushed juices every time I said something depraved to her.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
'She's seriously gushing. Just by volume, it's more than Fourth Mother. Do normal women even get this wet?'
Having only experienced two women—both my mothers—I didn't have much to compare to, but First Mother's grool was absurdly excessive.
At this point, it wasn't just a trickle—it was practically pissing out.
The luxurious imported car seat, bought with money squeezed from devotees, was now soaked through with her juices.
At least her slut juices smelled strangely fragrant—more intoxicating than perfume.
"Hahhh, ahhh, it's—it's because of you, son."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Why was she blaming me again?
Annoyed, I shoved my fingers all the way inside her in one sharp thrust.
Squelch—!
"...Hyaaah?!"
Startled by the sudden intrusion, First Mother's eyes and mouth—large enough to swallow my cock whole—flew open simultaneously.
"Hahhhh?!"
I curled the fingers inside her.
Croooook ♥
With the tips of my index and middle fingers, I pressed firmly against the walls of her pussy.
First Mother's cunt loosened momentarily—then clenched tight around my fingers like a virgin's.
If it had been my cock instead of my fingers, the sheer tightness of her grip might have made me cum on the spot. Her insides were warm and snug—just right.
Her pussy matched her personality: fiery and temperamental. The first thrust inside always burned so hot it felt like scalding.
Unlike Fourth Mother—whose cunt just squeezed tight without any consideration—First Mother's was different.
While Fourth Mother's was more intense and scorching, First Mother's was more comfortable for slow, leisurely play.
Then again, Fourth Mother's worthless cunt could never handle long, gentle sessions anyway.
'...Ugh, what the hell am I even thinking?!'
Here I was, comparing my mothers' pussies like some connoisseur.
Our family was twisted, but in my own way, I'd loved them deeply. So how had we ended up like this?
Croooook ♥
When I paused my fingering, First Mother's cunt squeezed my fingers—as if throwing a tantrum.
That was when I realized who was truly responsible for this twisted relationship.
'This cunt. It's all because of this fucking cunt!'
I raised my thumb—the only idle finger left.
Then, like stamping a document with red ink, I pressed it firmly against her clit.
Croooook ♥
Once wasn't enough. I pounded her clit repeatedly with my thumb.
Crook!
"Hyaaah?!"
Crook!
"Nghh?!"
Crook!
"Ahh, no! Don't play with Mommy's clit—"
Crook!
"Hyaaak!!"
I pressed my thumb so hard against her clit that my fingerprints might've been imprinted on it.
I wanted her pink, tempting clit to know its real master—not some fake god like Cheonmyeong, but me, right in front of her.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhooooh! Ohhhh god!!"
First Mother shrieked obscenely—not even trying to hold back, her vulgarity on full display.
I suddenly wanted to show this sight to the fanatics chasing us in their cars.
'Look! This is the woman you revere! Where's your holiness now, huh?!'
But I couldn't.
After all, I had once been Cheongyeja—a rank even higher than Moon Ye-hwa, the Holy Seat of the cult.
If I'd been just another believer, I might've fled without hesitation, even at the risk of retaliation. But I was too deeply entrenched in the cult to just walk away.
Powerless, yet a symbol of immense significance after my father's death—that was me. Bound to the Cheonmyeong faith, whether I liked it or not.
Then, First Mother's juices splattered out—spraying even my face as I watched her cunt twitch.
"Hah!"
"Hahhh, s-sorry, son. Really sorry, nngh—but your fingers are just too lewd, hnnnghhh ♥"
Her breath came out in lustful gasps.
She blamed me for her reaction, but this was 100% intentional.
After swearing to be my sex slave, she still dared to act like this?
Then she deserved punishment.
A merciless lesson for this bitch who dared spray her juices on her master's face.