Chapter 41 Serving Her Son Like Serving a God (2)
Chapter 41 Serving Her Son Like Serving a God (2)
Moon Ye-hwa gave her son a deep, heartfelt blowjob for the first time in a long while.
But she still felt a lingering sense of dissatisfaction.
She had only made him cum once, showing him a mere 20% of the techniques she had up her sleeve.
Still, she had achieved her goal, so she had to be content with that.
Thanks to her arrogant son recklessly posting her face all over the internet, she had a lot of work ahead of her...
'But it was so hot it felt like my brain was on fire. At least I won't have to look for material to masturbate to for a while~ The excuse of AI manipulation won't hold up, so I'll have to consult with Eun-bi and release a new doctrinal interpretation.'
She had inhaled her son's scent deeply,
Tasted his cock thoroughly,
And held his cum in her mouth.
Even before her numbness set in, she had rarely been this aroused, but Moon Ye-hwa desperately suppressed her desires.
Today's sex ended here. No matter how much her pussy dripped, craving her son's cock, Ye-hwa controlled her own lust.
She was the type to save the cherry on the cake for last.
'Lust isn't my only desire. The thrill of domination, the craving for attention—they're all part of it. I don't want to miss a single one. I'll have it all.'
With her mouth still full of her son's cum, she gestured to him.
[Did it feel good? How was Mommy's mouth-pussy? Getting older just means getting better at sex, my son♥]
"......"
Her son hesitated, as if he still wanted more even after cumming inside her slutty mouth.
'He loved Mommy's mouth-pussy so much, and now he's thinking about loving her lower pussy too... My son, my master, is so precious♥'
For perhaps the first time in her life, Ye-hwa felt a motherly tenderness toward Eun-woo—not lust or annoyance, but the kind of affection a normal mother would feel for her son. She gestured to him again.
[Hand me the paper bag in the back.]
Her son, who knew her inside and out, quickly understood her unspoken request. He reached back and handed her the paper bag.
Ye-hwa pulled out a diaper from the bag first. She tried to tear open the packaging, but after giving her all to her son's cock, her hands were too weak to manage.
Seeing this, her son took the diaper from her hands and effortlessly tore it open with a man's strength before handing it back.
"Ughhh, ughhhh."
"......Either swallow or spit it out. If you're going to spit, I'll hold the bag."
Her son didn't seem suspicious, likely assuming she was holding his cum in her mouth due to some perverse fetish.
It wasn't a wrong assumption, so Ye-hwa wasn't angry.
No—she was aroused by the way her son, despite being her son, looked at her with a gaze that subtly mocked her.
Ye-hwa unfolded the diaper and tucked it between her legs.
Something meant for newborns, yet here she was—a full-grown adult, a mother of two grown children, wearing it.
'Hehe, should I cling to my son like a baby later? He'd definitely hate it... That's why it's so hot.'
Memories of putting diapers on her daughter Ji-yeon and her son (though she had only done it twice herself, leaving most of the childcare to her subordinates) came flooding back.
But instead of feeling motherly affection, the perverse play only excited her more.
The freshly worn diaper was already soaked with her juices.
Of course, she wasn't wearing it to feel like a regressed infant—it was because her son had left her in a constant state of arousal, dripping everywhere. But she had to stop these lewd thoughts here.
She couldn't be caught with wet panties in front of Prosecutor Kim Hyeon-woo, who hated her for taking his wife.
'Well, I'd feel a bit superior, but...'
After showing her son the obscenely funny sight of her slapping her diaper-covered pussy, she put on the clothes he had forcibly stripped off her earlier.
This time, she also pulled out a bra from the paper bag and put it on, hiding her stiff nipples.
Then, she took a hand mirror from the glove compartment and checked her face.
Sweat-drenched bangs stuck to her forehead, her flushed face, the vivid red marks on her pale neck from her son's grip—anyone could tell she had just had sex and needed a quick touch-up.
After finishing her makeup, she reluctantly gestured to her son again.
[Sorry, but go to the funeral home alone, son. Mommy's busy right now.]
"Got it."
[Yeah, sorry. But you know whose fault it is, so don't be upset with Mommy, okay?]
Her son hesitated, as if he wanted more—maybe to try her lower pussy this time—but eventually nodded and opened the passenger door to leave.
But instead of walking away, he turned back with a sulky look and spoke again.
"Drive safe. If your mind wanders, you'll crash. And stop gargling with that in your mouth—just spit it out."
His tone scolded her, but his voice was laced with concern.
It probably wasn't an act.
Even in this situation, Eun-woo was a son who loved his family deeply.
More than any ordinary boy, his love for his family was likely much stronger.
'Normal boys have friends, lovers, and other relationships—but my son has nothing but family.'
"Drive safe, Mom. And please just spit it out."
Worried for her again, her son walked ahead.
Ye-hwa watched his retreating figure—so handsome even from behind—until he disappeared into the distance. Then, she turned on her hazard lights.
A signal to the believers following her.
The car behind hers opened, and a man and woman hurried over.
The man, Kim Do-gyeong, was a former senior prosecutor and one-time lawmaker—a typical elite.
The woman, much younger, was his wife—the youngest daughter of a chaebol family, a lady who had never lifted a finger in her life.
But this enviable couple was trembling now.
Because Moon Ye-hwa stood before them.
"H-Here, Holy Seat-nim."
Kim Do-gyeong's young wife knelt on one knee, lifting the jar she had been holding.
Ye-hwa looked down at the jar pressed under her chin.
Too luxurious for spitting out something like cum—but fitting enough to temporarily hold her son's divine essence.
The chaebol's youngest daughter's taste was decent enough for Ye-hwa to nod graciously and spit her son's cum into the jar.
The sticky fluid dripped from her mouth, but the young wife's face showed no disgust.
Instead, she whispered reverently,
"...This is the divine essence... the incarnation of the Heavenly Master... given to us..."
Her pious voice pleased Ye-hwa.
But Ye-hwa's sharp instincts caught the faint arousal in the woman's tone.
And she didn't like that this mere middle-ranked believer dared to kneel on only one knee before her, the Holy Seat.
She still hadn't shed her privileged habits.
'You arrogant bitch. You still think you're the pampered youngest daughter?'
Ye-hwa kicked forward like a soccer ball.
Thud!
"Ahh!"
The chaebol's youngest daughter, married to a former prosecutor, gasped as Ye-hwa's high heel stabbed into her lower stomach.
Sudden violence—by the world's standards. But for [Holy Seat Moon Ye-hwa], in charge of discipline, this was routine.
The young wife doubled over in pain but carefully placed the jar on the ground, showing no anger at Ye-hwa's irrational violence.
To an outsider, the scene would seem like a bizarre movie shoot.
But even stranger was her husband Kim Do-gyeong's reaction.
Known for doting on his young wife, he now looked at her with cold indifference.
Slap!
Ye-hwa struck the former prosecutor's face.
"Can't even handle this much, making me call you? Stupid, incompetent bastard."
She insulted the capable lawyer—but Kim Do-gyeong didn't argue that it was her fault for uploading the sex video.
Even if that was the rational answer.
Instead, he believed only pitiful non-believers would think that.
Though he didn't yet understand the deep meaning behind the video, he was sure it was due to his own lack of faith—not Ye-hwa's fault.
So Kim Do-gyeong knelt beside his beloved wife.
And begged Ye-hwa for forgiveness.
Kim Do-gyeong and his wife.
Powerful, wealthy, elite.
People who bowed to no one.
But knowing the Heavenly Master's existence, they now saw society's money, status, and honor as nothing.
The only thing that mattered in this world—
Faith in the Heavenly Master.
And the 'points' proving its purity and strength.
"Do better next time. Then I'll play with your wife again."
"...Yes, Holy Seat-nim."
"Yes, Holy Seat-nim♥"
Kim Do-gyeong's voice was strained, enduring humiliation—but his wife's voice dripped with masochistic submission.
The chaebol's youngest, wearing a diaper instead of panties, obeyed in arousal.