Chapter 39 A Quickie in the Car (4)
Chapter 39 A Quickie in the Car (4)
I pulled my fingers out of First Madam's pussy and curled them into a flicking position.
"......Huh? Son, you wouldn't do something so cruel to Mommy's pussy, would you—?"
I snapped my middle finger against her clit.
Her clit, which had been flushed a fresh pink like a virgin's, quickly turned red from the impact.
Snap!
"Kkhhhuuk!"
First Madam let out a moan. Unlike her earlier moans laced with pleasure, this one carried far more pain than ecstasy.
Earlier, my fingers had been rough inside her pussy, but that had still been a form of foreplay.
But this?
This was pure violence. Unless she was Fourth Madam with her masochistic tendencies, this would only bring pain!
I knew that, yet I couldn't stop flicking her clit.
Had I been arrogant to think I could control the inexplicable power surging within me at will?
But how could I just sit still when this insolent, tempting pussy was provoking me like this?
Snap! Snap! Snap!
"Aghhhk! Aghhhhk! Aaaaahhh!"
First Madam was now screaming in pain, but I didn't stop.
Her clit had swollen enough that I should've stopped, but I couldn't suppress my desire as a son to dominate my mother.
She twisted her hips, trying to scramble toward the driver's seat.
I grabbed the nape of her neck, yanked her back, and forcibly pried her tightly clenched knees apart.
"You're not a virgin, so why act shy?"
"Huh?"
Snap! Snap! Snap!
"Ahhhhk♥ Aghhhhk! Aghhhh♥♥♥"
It might've been too much, but I knew exactly what kind of woman First Madam was. She wasn't the type to submit so easily.
Just look at her.
At first, she was in pain, but now she was panting with arousal, her pussy gushing juices—just look at that attitude.
Her face, twisted in pleasure-pain from my flicking, then flashing me a look that said this isn't enough—the face of a bitch in heat.
Before I knew it, my cock had hardened in response, standing stiff and throbbing.
So I began stripping First Madam's limp body.
I wanted to see her properly.
Her fully matured tits and her plump ass, so voluptuous it looked almost clumsy.
"Ahhhhk, nooo... We have to go for questioning... You can't take my clothes off... I only planned for a quickie."
"If you're in such a hurry, you should've just gone straight there. Instead, you used the Cult's emergency network just to fuck your son? You know that's only for real emergencies, right?"
"Uhhhk, it was an emergency."
"What?"
"It's been over an hour since my son's cock was inside Mommy's pussy, ahh♥"
Insane nonsense.
I shut my mouth and focused solely on stripping her.
It was easy since she wasn't wearing a bra.
The hem of her T-shirt caught on her enormous tits—so big they rivaled my cock—but once I tugged it free, she was naked in seconds.
I admired First Madam's naked body sprawled over the driver's seat.
Even now, as I treated her cruelly, the thought that she was my mother—that I shouldn't be doing this—lingered.
The guilt made my heart pound.
But my cock throbbed even harder and faster than my heartbeat.
'What are you thinking, Mom? ...Why are you being so docile?'
Puzzled but unable to resist, I reached out and gripped one of her plump breasts.
They were so full that even as I squeezed, the flesh spilled over my knuckles.
Like quicksand—the harder I gripped, the deeper my hand sank.
"Ahhhhn♥"
First Madam responded beautifully to my touch, letting out a lewd moan.
She knew exactly how to stroke a man's ego.
Unlike Fourth Madam, who acted tough even while dripping juices from her pussy, First Madam's reactions were on another level.
Her experience showed in moments like this.
Tap tap tap tap, flick flick flick flick.
I teased her nipple with my index finger.
"Hahhhhn♥"
Far from resisting, First Madam adjusted her posture to make it easier for me, turning her chest toward me.
'First Madam isn't the type to obey me like this just because she swore an oath to Cheonmyeong-nim.'
Even in my aroused state, I couldn't shake my doubts.
Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away from her breasts.
As much as I wanted to bury my face in those soft, plump mounds for hours, I needed to stay composed.
I couldn't waste this opportunity. A chance like this might not come again for ten years.
If I got dragged back to the Cult now, I'd be stuck as a service volunteer, pleasuring wealthy elderly devotees.
I could end up like my father—used as a pawn by the Madams, then discarded.
Unlike him, I knew I was just a fake being exploited, which would make it even worse.
I sat up and studied First Madam's naked body.
I knew the truth hidden beneath her trembling flesh.
But aside from a slight softness around her lower belly—a sign of age—her flawless figure revealed nothing of her true intentions.
'...Her lower belly is hot. I want to touch it like her tits.'
Even that bit of softness only accentuated her mature allure—not a flaw at all.
It might've been noticeable in tight clothes, but now, stripped bare, it only made her sexier.
"D-Don't look at my belly. It's embarrassing."
First Madam covered her lower belly with both hands, clearly self-conscious.
She was more ashamed of that little bit of softness than her dripping pussy or her erect nipples—proof of my earlier teasing.
Guilt washed over me just for appraising the body of the woman who might've given birth to me.
But arousal was arousal—there was no helping it.
Whether she was my mother, my sister, or even my daughter—if she could take my cock, she was still a woman...
And if this was my mother's body—the body of the woman who bore me—didn't that paradoxically prove how enticing it was to a man?
A woman whose body couldn't make a man hard wouldn't have become a mother in the first place.
"I'll cum for you, so let's leave it at this."
I started stroking my cock using her body as material.
I felt even more unsettled than during our sex battle.
Back then, I had the excuse of it being a contest—if I lost, I'd become her sex slave. But now, I was just jerking off to her naked body.
It felt like I was some user from the gallery she moderated—a bunch of perverts obsessed with incest. Pure degenerates.
All my discomfort, guilt, and shame only fueled my arousal, clinging to my cock like fuel.
Growing up in the Cult, I'd had little exposure to pornography. First Madam's naked body was too stimulating.
I came almost immediately, marking her entire body with my cum.
Even after cumming so much tonight, there was still plenty left.
As my excitement subsided, my mind cleared.
The first face that came to mind was Fourth Madam's—her sorrowful expression as she left.
'Was I too harsh? Should I have listened to her more? ...Normally, I would've heard her out instead of lashing out.'
Next was Detective Ryu Ga-hyeon's face—her ambiguous offer that could've been either a provocation or a truce.
'What's she thinking? She knows I hold no real power in the Cult despite my title. If she didn't, she wouldn't have succeeded in arresting my father. So why give me her number?'
Something's up.
Something's happening behind the scenes.
It reeks of conspiracy—the kind most people never experience in their lifetime.
For me, raised as the son of a cult leader, it was familiar. And until now, I'd just been swept along by it.
But not anymore. Back then, I was too young to do anything. Now, I've grown up.
'I don't know why she's doing this... Fine, let's keep playing the sex slave act. I'll torment you until you show your true colors!'
I wiped the cum off my cock using First Madam's hair.
Then I pressed the tip—still glistening with a drop of cum—against her face.
Unlike Fourth Madam, who'd needed step-by-step guidance even for me, First Madam understood men instinctively.
She immediately pressed her lips against my cock, looking up at me with an innocent expression as she declared her submission.
"Yesssss♥ This old bitch in heat is your sex slave. I'll clean Master's cock with my mouth♥ I'll make it hard again♥ Hahhhh♡♡"
Far from anger, First Madam seemed happy, opening her mouth wide.
Her attitude practically begged for permission to clean her Master's cock with her tongue, uvula, and palate.
I nodded.
"Thank you, Master♥"
A puff of white breath escaped her lips, carrying the lewd scent of saliva.
'How long is she going to keep this up? Sure, she swore to become my sex slave if she lost the sex battle, but would she really claim she talked to Cheonmyeong-nim alone and got forgiven?'
I placed my hand on her head.
Then I gently patted her crown with my palm.
Like an adult doting on a cute child.
It was my way of saying this woman—the true power behind this country's leaders—was adorable.
And I'd done this to a woman old enough to be my mother—who might've given birth to my sister.
First Madam seemed to sense the arrogance behind my touch.
For the first time, a glint of hostility flashed in her eyes—even when I'd been flicking her clit, she'd only writhed in pain.
But—
Sluuuurp♥ Slooooorp♥♥
"I'll make it all clean for youuuu♥"
Her anger was short-lived.
First Madam seemed delighted by my affection, dripping juices from her pussy as she gave me a lewd, submissive reply.
And then—
The woman who might've been my birth mother began swallowing the liquid capable of creating my sons, using her tongue to guide it down———