Chapter 44 The Dogeza of the Second Mother Who Worships Her Son as a God (1)
Chapter 44 The Dogeza of the Second Mother Who Worships Her Son as a God (1)
"Get out!"
I jumped down from the toilet seat where I had been standing, trying to escape, and shouted.
Splashhhhh—
The sound of water falling from the showerhead drowned out most of my yell.
Even so, it must have been loud enough for the Second Mother, who had just entered the bathroom—yet she didn't even flinch.
The idea of covering her naked body and stepping out after hearing her son's words? It seemed the Second Mother had no intention of doing so whatsoever.
A son glaring at his mother with a mix of panic and anger.
A mother who, instead of looking at her son's body with maternal warmth, examined it with the submissive reverence of a fanatic.
The standoff between mother and son continued.
A suffocating confrontation between a man who despised cults and a woman who, without a shred of doubt, believed him to be the incarnation of a god.
Splashhhhh—
The sound of the shower was unbearably loud.
I pressed my palm against the faucet to shut it off.
With the noise gone, the Second Mother's naked body became even clearer to me.
After having every last drop of cum sucked out of me by the First Mother's enthusiastic fellatio, then getting hard again on the way back from the funeral home while imagining my sisters naked—this sight was far too stimulating.
Now, with the shower silenced, the sound of my own pounding heartbeat roared louder in my ears.
"Get out."
I told myself that the reason for my excitement was because I'd been caught trying to flee—not because of the Second Mother's nakedness—as I pointed toward the open bathroom door.
"Get out."
I repeated it to her.
This wasn't the kind of thing a son should say to his mother. It was a threatening tone.
But.
Click—
What the Second Mother did next was the exact opposite of what I desperately wanted.
Or perhaps, exactly what I wanted.
She closed the door firmly, sealing us both inside the bathroom—her naked, me standing too close.
"Please take off your clothes and give them to me, Heavenly Envoy."
She spoke as if she hadn't heard me at all.
I frowned. The Second Mother was always like this.
Outwardly, she addressed me with reverence—Heavenly Envoy this, Heavenly Envoy that—but in reality, she used the excuse of "guiding the god to the right path" to manipulate me however she pleased.
Even the First Mother would sometimes concede if she thought my arguments were reasonable, and the violent Fourth Mother would occasionally relent if I begged hard enough.
"I will help you release your semen with my hands and mouth. So please, take off your pants and give them to me, Heavenly Envoy."
"...Is that something you should be saying to your son?"
And she had clearly seen me trying to run away earlier—so why was she still pretending not to notice?
"You must release it quickly. If you don't, it will harm your body, Heavenly Envoy."
Rustle—
Then, the Second Mother draped the towel covering her breasts and pussy over the towel rack and stood before me respectfully.
Her body, revealed before me, matched her eerily youthful face—almost unnaturally so.
Pink. A soft, pale pink... nipples.
Though a few strands of pubic hair, dark like the color of her hair, grew there, the rest of her lower body was completely bare, making her look even younger.
Even the Fourth Mother's pussy, whose hymen I had broken with my cock, had exuded a more mature allure than this.
At this point, it felt less like something mesmerizing and more like something I shouldn't be looking at—so much so that it stirred a dangerous feeling inside me.
"Guh—!"
Without realizing it, I stopped comparing the shapes and colors of my mothers' pussies and turned my head away.
I covered my face with my hands, shielding my eyes.
But no matter how hard I tried, my fingers would part just enough to steal glances at the Second Mother's naked body—completely against my will.
The perverted cock that had throbbed at the thought of my sisters' naked bodies.
The perverted son's cock that had thrust into the First Mother's face.
The cruel cock that had pierced the Fourth Mother's hymen, staining its shaft with blood.
Now, it was throbbing for the Second Mother.
"Put your clothes on, Mom! What the hell are you doing... seriously..."
I desperately clung to my rationality, standing my ground.
I knew. No matter what I ordered her to do—even if I told her to lick my ass while jerking me off—she would obey without hesitation.
There wasn't a single lie in the Second Mother's words when she offered her body as a tool to help me release my cum.
"......"
The Second Mother remained silent, lost in thought.
I had expected her to start spouting nonsense about the Heavenly Envoy again.
But she didn't.
The standoff continued, neither of us speaking.
A mother standing naked before me, radiating a purity that would make any man's head spin.
A son who wanted to see her as nothing more than a mother—not a woman.
A situation where I needed to escape as soon as possible, yet here I was, standing side by side with the Second Mother, who looked younger than me.
In the end, as always, the one who gave in first was the son who craved his mothers' affection.
Because of family bonds, I couldn't bring myself to be completely cold to her.
Still looking down, I cracked my eyes open slightly.
I could see the Second Mother's toes wiggling cutely.
"...Heavenly Envoy. You must not let divine power accumulate in your body any longer. It will harm you. So please—use my body."
For something the Second Mother said, it was surprisingly rational. Of course, that only applied to the first part of her words.
My cock, which kept getting hard at random times despite not having taken any Holy Medicine.
It seemed remnants of the drug still lingered in my system.
Unlike women, who had to expel large amounts of fluids to rid themselves of the Holy Medicine's effects, men could purge most of it with a single ejaculation—making the risk far lower.
But I wasn't a normal man.
Just today alone, despite not having slept properly and having already cum over ten times, here I was—getting hard again just from looking at the Second Mother's toes. A hypersexual freak.
If I didn't release it quickly and regularly, my brain would eventually deteriorate, turning me into a sex-crazed wreck.
"Guh—!"
A wave of self-loathing surged violently. I raised my fist and began punching my own cock.
Die, die, die! Stop getting turned on by your family and just fucking die already!
I hated my cock—this thing that kept trying to drag me into the sin of incest.
The cock that had pierced the Fourth Mother's virgin pussy, defiled the First Mother's pussy (my sister's real mother), and now stood rock-hard at the thought of my sisters' naked bodies.
And now, it was stiffening again—this time for the Second Mother.
If I could just destroy this thing, I wouldn't have to commit the sin of incest again.
"Please stop, Heavenly Envoy."
The Second Mother suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms around my waist.
My fist, swinging down to strike my cock, instead hit the back of her head.
Thwack!
The full-force punch must have hurt—she was already frail—because her head drooped forward.
Meanwhile, the cock I had been aiming for was now cradled safely between her soft breasts.
"...Hng."
I had imagined this before.
A son hitting his mother.
But it was always just a fleeting thought—something that surfaced only when my anger toward the Second Mother peaked—never something I seriously considered acting on.
Yet now, I could feel it rising inside me again—the urge to dominate women, the merciless violence.
That's right.
I had just enjoyed hurting the Second Mother—the one who had raised me since I was five, the one who had acted the most motherly toward me.
A dangerous desire, one that made even incest feel trivial, was boiling inside me.
"...I see. My body isn't appealing to you."
The Second Mother, just assaulted by her son, spoke to me in the same overly polite tone she should never use with him.
Was it my imagination, or was there a hint of tears in her voice?
No—it was probably real.
Unlike the First Mother, the Second Mother couldn't lie. She was just insane, treating me like this because she loved me—not as her son, but as the incarnation of a god.
Still holding my waist, the Second Mother slowly knelt before me, raising her tear-filled eyes to meet mine.
The guilt and self-loathing I already felt—worsened by the fact that I had just punched her—intensified even further.
"I'm not as ripe as Sister Ye-hwa's body, nor as firm as Da-eun's... I suppose it can't be helped. But Heavenly Envoy... I have never been with any man since meeting you. So unlike Gaeul... no, unlike her, I wouldn't dare claim to be a virgin.
But it's tight. That much is certain. I do touch myself sometimes—rarely—but even a single finger is difficult to fit inside.
So please... please... even if it's just using my body like a cheap onahole, release the semen building up inside you. If you don't, you'll get hurt."
After this earnest declaration of submission, the Second Mother willingly lowered her head at her son's feet.
Her forehead touched the floor.
[Image: The Second Mother in dogeza, naked, her head bowed before her son.]
"What the hell are you doing, Mom?! Don't do this to your son! Fuck...! Fuck, you're my mother! Have some pride! Don't do this to your son!"
I had always wanted to just be her son—nothing more. So I shouted at her as she prostrated herself before me, offering her entire body.
"Heavenly Envoy, please use my body!"
Her voice trembled with tears as she spouted this insane nonsense.
But...
But...
Even this madwoman was still my mother. And as her son, I wasn't cruel enough to ignore her tears.
In the end, I sat on the toilet and took off my pants.
My cock sprang up, hard enough to touch my lower stomach.
Pity and anger toward my insane Second Mother.
Arousal, guilt, and moral corruption.
I embraced all of it—every last dark, twisted feeling—and began stroking my cock, savoring them until my brain felt like it would break.
'A son jerking off to his mother's naked dogeza... How did my life come to this? ...It's all because of this damn cult. This fucking pseudo-religion.'
Slap slap slap slap! Slap slap slap slap!
"Heavenly Envoy, let me stroke it for y—"
I pressed my bare foot down on the Second Mother's head as she tried to lift it. Guilt flooded me, but I had no choice.
I couldn't let her see my face right now—the face of a son lusting after his own mother.
If she saw that, everything would be ruined.
Or maybe... it had been ruined from the very beginning.
Our relationship.