Chapter 40 Serving Her Son's Cock Like a Devotion to God - First Mother (1)
Chapter 40 Serving Her Son's Cock Like a Devotion to God - First Mother (1)
"Ahhhn♥"
Mother's mouth-pussy swallows her son's glans. Her tongue slips past her lips, stealing away the semen clinging around his cockhead.
"Ughhht!"
The son lets out a moan.
'Is fellatio really this pleasurable? I always thought pussy would be the best, but this has its own unique flavor that pussy can't match.'
Even as he thinks this, he's certain that no one could make it feel this good unless they were as skilled as Mother.
"Haaah."
Then, Mother pushes her head forward, swallowing even the unusually thick base of her son's cock.
The son feels the sensation of his glans hitting the back of her throat. He also senses his cock filling a space meant only for food and water, stretching it taut.
Mother's slender throat bulges outward from the thickness inside.
"Ghk—huehk!"
She lets out a sound that can't even be called a breath, as if in pain. But despite that, she doesn't spit him out. Instead, with his cock still stuffed deep down her throat, she lifts her head slightly and blinks up at him with a coquettish smile.
Mother—
Mun Ye-hwa, the woman who bore a child from her own womb—now flirts so vulgarly with the boy she raised to call her sister.
But the son—no, the male—like any other man would, grows excited and stiffens in response.
Mother's throat, already bulging from the shape of his cock, swells even more.
"Hueh-heht, hueh-heh-heh-heht♥"
Even though she must be suffocating, in pain, and crushed under the weight of him, Mother smiles.
As if serving her son—her master—Lee Eun-woo is the joy of this sex slave.
Having let him fully feel the inside of her throat, Mother begins to slowly, very slowly, bob her head up and down.
His glans drags along her esophagus as it pulls back out.
The tip of her tongue, curled upward inside her mouth, presses firmly against the slit just below his urethra.
His cock, which had been deep in her throat, slides out past her lips with a long, wet schllllrp— until only the head remains inside her mouth.
"Puh-haaaah."
She exhales sharply, then inhales—
"Hwaaaaaah."
—before immediately resuming her service without pause.
Thick strands of saliva drip messily from her lips. Her upper chest, already stained with his semen, now glistens with her own spit.
Her face, flushed red from holding her breath for so long, looks even redder in contrast to the pale skin of her neck.
The elegant beauty of her face clashes with the lewd, sticky drool trailing from her lips.
That contrast only excites him more.
The son's hips tremble. He feels like he could cum any second.
But Mother, as if refusing to let him finish so easily, loosens her lips slightly where they had been tightly wrapped around his glans.
It wasn't out of some slutty female desire to deny him release until she was satisfied.
No—it was pure devotion.
She wanted to give her son—her master—the best fellatio service possible.
If he came now, he wouldn't get to fully savor the best parts of her mouth-pussy. Of course, even this much felt incredible, but she wouldn't let him miss out on the full experience.
Mother straightens her back, which had been bent forward as she sucked him off. Her heavy breasts, proportionate to their size, sway slightly downward. The son's hand instinctively reaches out to cup them from below. Seeing this, the corners of Mother's eyes crinkle with delight.
She places both hands firmly on her knees, tightening her posture as if bracing herself.
Like an artillery cannon locking into position before firing, Mother stabilizes herself—ready to take his cock deep once more.
"Son... no, Master. You must hold back. The best part always comes at the end, not the beginning. If you endure and endure... and then finally release inside Mother's mouth, it'll feel the best. ...You understand, right?"
She flashes him another playful look as she speaks.
The son had initially planned to finish quickly and send her away, but the allure of this lewd, devoted fellatio—unlike anything he'd ever experienced—makes him nod obediently.
Just as Mother's right hand, resting on her knee, slips between her spread thighs to touch her pussy—
Her true fellatio begins.
If what came before was just an appetizer—a few teasing bites before the main course—now she offers her entire mouth-pussy to him.
Her lips engulf his cock in one swift motion. Earlier, she had sucked gently, letting him grow accustomed to the sensation while preventing him from cumming too soon. But now—she's far more aggressive.
"Ghk! Ghk! Ghhhk!"
Schllrp— schllrp— schllrrrp—
Schuuuck— schuuck— schuuuck—
Lewd, wet noises fill the air.
His cock, which had been pounding against the back of her throat, suddenly pulls back—only to be lightly nibbled by her upper and lower teeth.
Then, as if headbutting him, Mother shoves her face against his lower abdomen and swallows him whole in one go.
Schlupp! Schlupp! Schlupp! Schlupp! Schluuuuuup—!
"Khhhhuuuck!"
She swallows him straight down, then tilts her head left—forcing his cock into the left side of her throat—before pulling back out and repeating the motion on the right.
"Hueh-heht! Hueh-heh-heht! Hueh-hueht!"
The son, who had steeled himself to decipher her intentions, could only pant helplessly under the intensity of her devotion. Moon Ye-hwa, who had once teased him playfully during their sexual battles, now sucked him off with the fervor of a worshipper serving her god.
"Uhh-hhht, uhh-hh-hhht, gueeehhh♥"
Even though her jaw trembled from the strain of swallowing a cock twice the length and three times the girth of an average man's, Mother showed no sign of pain—only blissful laughter.
Having taken him so deep that his pubic hair brushed against her nostrils, she glances up at him with another teasing smile.
Like any ordinary mother overflowing with pride for her beloved son, Moon Ye-hwa beams at him.
With his cock still lodged in her throat, she gazes at him with eyes full of love.
But that look—I love you—was less a mother's affection and more that of a female in heat for her male.
Keeping his glans pressed deep inside her throat, she begins moving faster—this time reducing the distance so his cock never fully leaves her mouth, only increasing the speed.
As she does, she raises her other hand—sticky with her own arousal from fingering herself—and gestures toward her face.
Look. Your cock is inside me.
And right now, I'm using this pretty face to serve you—lewdly, devotedly, lovingly.
Still maintaining eye contact, Mother reaches behind her with one hand, pulling out her smartphone from the pocket of the pants her son had roughly stripped off earlier.
Click! Click!
With the innocent expression of someone who's just found a beautiful flower during a hike, she snaps pictures of herself.
Then, she shows him the best one from the batch.
A photo of her mouth stuffed full of his cock, drool dripping down her chin, her pussy glistening with slick arousal.
The kind of photo that would easily rack up a thousand upvotes if posted in an incest forum.
Click—! Click—! Click—!
She keeps snapping pictures even as she continues servicing him.
As if her mouth was born solely to worship his cock, she sucks him off with relish—until—
"Khhhuuuck!"
The son tries to hold back, knowing there's still so much pleasure to be had, but it's impossible.
The pressure builds relentlessly.
"Ugh!"
"Zzzzzahhh♥♥"
Mother instantly recognizes the twitch of his balls, the surge of semen rising through his shaft, and pulls off with a wet pop.
Even after releasing him, she keeps her mouth wide open, tongue outstretched, waiting for his release.
"Son. Don't cum on Mother's face. I don't have time to fix my makeup, so absolutely not. Understood? So cum inside Mother's mouth. All of it. Not a single drop wasted—give it all to me."
She speaks.
Not as a female in heat—but as his First Mother, Moon Ye-hwa.
And so, like the obedient son he's always been for his mothers, he grips his spit-slicked cock and rests the tip on her waiting tongue.
"Aaahhn."
"Khhhuuck, here it comes!"
Splurt! Splurt!
Click! Click! Click! Click!
His semen floods into her mouth. It clings to her neat upper and lower teeth.
The pretty pink of her tongue is soon painted opaque white with the sheer volume of his release.
"Haaaah, haaaaah."
He exhales deeply.
Even after ejaculating, instead of guilt over the incest they've committed, he feels only fullness.
The only time he'd been this excited and satisfied was when he tore through Fourth Mother's hymen with his virgin cock.
No—back then, both he and Fourth Mother were inexperienced. It was less about skilled, pleasurable sex and more about desperately exploring each other's bodies. There was no time to truly savor it.
Fourth Mother's pussy was so tight—burning hot, gripping him like a vise, demanding his seed with ruthless urgency—that he always came sooner than he wanted.
But this time was different.
He had enjoyed it fully. Savored every second. And now, he came in pure bliss.
So thoroughly emptied that his balls felt hollow, his cock had no energy left to rise again.
"Uuuhhn♥ Uuuhhn♥ Uuhn♥"
As he catches his breath, First Mother prods his thigh with her finger and shoves her phone screen in his face.
The photos she just took are displayed.
Him unloading what looks like a torrent of piss-thick semen into her mouth.
Her mouth filling to the brim with his cum.
Her cheeks puffed out adorably as she holds his load inside.
A face where arousal, beauty, and cuteness coexisted—one no man could look at without getting hard.
Even though he had already ejaculated over ten times today and thought he couldn't possibly get erect again, his cock twitches reflexively.
Seeing this, First Mother smiles warmly and opens her mouth wide—as if to show off.
It's completely filled with his semen. Yet, thanks to her blissful expression, it doesn't look dirty at all. If anything, it makes her look impossibly cute for her age.
If this had gone into her lower pussy instead—
And if her womb hadn't been ruined—
His seed would have impregnated her with his own child.
The thought alone was horrifying.
Because from childhood, growing up beside his half-sister Moon Ji-yeon, he had witnessed firsthand how First Mother gaslit and exploited her only daughter.
Unlike him, Moon Ye-hwa saw even her own flesh and blood as nothing more than a tool.
'But since even the best doctors in the country said her womb can't be fixed, I don't have to worry about that.'