Chapter 45 The Second Mother, Who Worships Her Son as a God, Performs Dogeza (2)

The second mother's hips twitched as her head was trampled under her son's bare foot.

She tried to get up.

"What are you doing? Don't get up! Stay still!"

Her son shouted at her with a voice mixed with anger, sorrow, and extreme excitement.

"But with my own hands, to serve the Heavenly Child's genitals—"

"Shut up."

"......Yes, dear♥"

A son hurling harsh abuse at his mother—words he should never say.

A mother rejoicing at hearing such abuse.

An abnormal family relationship.

But the second mother, who genuinely believed her son was an incarnation of a god, didn't see it that way at all. Unlike her grieving son, she smiled.

The son thought her reaction wasn't simply because she had a masochistic streak like the fourth mother. No, the truth was far more horrifying.

The second mother was delighted by the very fact that I—who had always been extremely polite and kind to her, who by any normal outside standard would have been called a devoted son—was now treating her harshly.

Because to the second mother, I wasn't her son. I was the incarnation of a god.

And for that incarnation of a god to cling to his divine slave, crying "Mommy, Mommy," was a sight unbefitting of divine authority.

But trampling the back of a woman's head—a woman much older than him and frail of body—with his bare foot?

Speaking harshly to her while doing so?

Of course, that couldn't be called a good deed. But by the same token, it couldn't be called a son's behavior toward his mother either.

So now, the second mother was utterly satisfied. Even an evil god was still a god.

For her, being treated as a tool for sexual gratification rather than as a mother was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠far more satisfying.

I looked down at my second mother with a heart tangled with pity, love-hate, and now even lust.

'Why are you doing this, Mom? Why did you have to fall for this kind of cult...'

Except for the fact that she was a fanatic deeply immersed in a pseudo-religion—well, take that away and her entire life would vanish—but anyway, to her son, the second mother was the ideal mother.

But that ideal motherly image only existed before she became bound by the cult's doctrines.

I wanted to ask her if she had lost her mind. Of course, I knew she had, so I didn't bother.

I just tightened my grip on my cock, intending to get this over with quickly.

Whenever an argument broke out with the second mother, even the first mother—whose specialties were threats and gaslighting—would back down first.

The second mother genuinely believed her own words were the will of God, so no threat worked on her.

And just as threats didn't work, her son's pleas would also fall on deaf ears.

'Let's just do what she says.'

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle—

I couldn't bring myself to look directly at her buttocks, which were floating higher than her face, so I averted my gaze and jerked my cock with my hand.

But I was gripping it too tightly. It only hurt; there was no pleasure at all.

Before I had sex with the fourth mother, I must have masturbated at least five times a day. But now, my cock showed no sign of ejaculating, making me wonder how I ever managed to cum back then.

Slap, slap, slap, slap!

I jerked my cock with clumsy movements, like a child who had just learned to masturbate.

But compared to the skilled handjob I'd received from the first mother less than an hour ago, my clumsy technique made my cock—which had gotten hard from seeing the second mother naked—want to die rather than ejaculate.

Still, there was a grain of truth in the second mother's words.

If I didn't ejaculate quickly, it would have a bad effect on my body.

In the worst case, I could become a sex-addicted wreck, like those severely addicted to the Holy Medicine.

And even aside from that, every second and minute right now was precious to me.

The detectives had already left, and once the sun started to rise, the Cheonmyeong cult fanatics could swarm the funeral home at any moment.

So to grab the money and escape as far away from the funeral home as possible, I had to satisfy the second mother's fanaticism here.

Of course, there was a more convenient and much faster method.

Strangling the second mother's slender neck with my two hands.

The look in my eyes, which had been staring down at the second mother with a mix of anger, pity, and love-hate, changed.

A single emotion—the desire for dominance—overpowered all my other complex feelings toward her.

"Huuuh, huuuuh."

"Heavenly Child. Let your will be done. I am your servant."

The second mother's submissive voice reached the ears of her son—me—who was desperately holding back from doing such a thing to her.

Her words were like pouring oil on the flames of the desire for dominance that was beginning to boil in my chest.

'No! Stop!'

But I held back. I admonished myself.

'The second mother is different from the fourth mother. If I have rough sex with her, she'll be bedridden for months.'

Then a question suddenly arose: 'So, don't be rough, just go slow and gentle?' But I suppressed that thought too.

"It's alright, Heavenly Child."

At that moment, the second mother, whose head was still being trampled under my foot, spoke.

True to her nature—unlike the other mothers, especially the fourth mother—she had always been uncannily good at reading my inner thoughts since I was a child. This time, too, she immediately noticed the change in my attitude.

Swoosh—

The second mother's buttocks rose a little higher.

They weren't as plump as the first mother's, nor as firm as the fourth mother's. But her skin was very white.

And because of her frail body and lack of exercise, her buttocks looked like they would feel as soft as slime to the touch.

'If I caress those buttocks with both hands and push my cock inside, it would slide in without resistance... Fuck, stop it! What the hell are you thinking? She's your mother!'

As I desperately resisted my lust, the second mother's voice, yearning for incest, reached my ears again.

"It's alright, Heavenly Child. ......You shouldn't do that to Ye-hwa unni or Da-eun, but you can do it to me. Those two will be valuable workers in spreading Cheonmyeong-nim's teachings throughout the world, but I'm so weak that I can't even work properly for several months out of the year.

So, if you use this useless body of mine according to your will, there would be no greater joy for your servant."

After spouting this insane nonsense, the second mother wiggled her raised buttocks slightly.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle—

It was a vulgar gesture that the first mother might make, but unlike her, the second mother knew shame, so her hesitant, trembling movements only made her son more aroused.

"Well, how is it? ......I, I know this body is lacking, but even after leaving the holy grounds, there were still men who approached me. I can't compare to Ye-hwa unni or Da-eun, but I think I'd be quite suitable as a temporary toy."

The second mother's words—that there were men who dared to approach ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my second mother, my very own second mother—stoked her son's jealousy.

I wanted to strangle her slender neck with my two hands, climb on top of her, and rape her with my cock.

A surge of impulse boiled within me, wanting to destroy the cunt of this woman who had forced human experimentation and cult doctrine study on me, and repay her with the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠same pain I had received.

"Huuuuh, huuuuh."

My rough desire escaped my lips as a breath.

But this time, too, I overcame the urge to take revenge on my mother with my cock.

The second mother was different from the other mothers. If I did it with her, it would be real incest.

For one thing, the fourth mother, who was my first partner, had her hymen broken by my cock, so there was absolutely no chance she was my biological mother. The age gap between us was also small.

I called her "Mom," but our actual relationship was closer to that of an older sister and younger brother.

And the first mother... well, I feel bad saying this about my mother, but everyone in her family knew she was a sexually promiscuous slut.

But the second mother was different.

She had just fallen deep into a pseudo-religion and developed insane fanaticism. She was different from the other two mothers, who harbored lust for their son—

"Hic?!"

At that moment, a young, cute voice burst from the second mother's lips.

Even I, who had lived with her for over a decade, had never heard her make a sound like that.

And no wonder. That voice from a moment ago wasn't the voice of a fanatic, nor was it the voice of a mother—

It was the voice of a woman.

My eyes, which I had turned away to avoid seeing the second mother's naked body, instinctively turned forward.

Even though her crown was still being trampled under my foot, she had slightly lifted her head. I could see the second mother's face, staring intently at what was in front of her—her son's erect cock.

"Th, then I, I will begin the service. Heavenly Child."

The second mother, still with a polite demeanor, raised her waist and knelt before me.

Then she bowed to me again, staggered, and slowly stood up.

The second mother's appearance at that moment didn't look like the familiar fanatic who genuinely believed her son was the incarnation of a god.

But neither did it look like a normal mother who loved her son.

The corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously.

Her thighs trembled.

Her nipples stood erect.

It was the appearance of an abnormal mother, aroused by her son.

The second mother, who had risen from the bathroom floor, carefully grabbed her son's fully swollen cock with both hands.

Just from her hand gestures and body language, it was obvious she had no sexual experience, unlike the first mother.

Maybe she had even less experience than the fourth mother.

The fourth mother was a virgin before she had sex with me, but as a former athlete, she had a naturally high libido and had masturbated regularly—she had forced this information on me even though I didn't want to hear it.

But I couldn't even imagine the frail second mother, who struggled with simple physical activities, masturbating vigorously.

"U, um, son. Is a man's cock always this big?......"

The second mother asked, carefully holding her son's cock with both hands.

'......Son?'

I let out a hollow laugh inwardly at her words.

Because since I was very young, the second mother had never called me "son."

As time passed, her fanaticism seemed to have grown much deeper than her love for her son. In the old days, she only called me "Heavenly Child" during doctrine study, but now she called me that all the time, even in everyday life.

So, to please the second mother, to become her son again, I had faithfully done everything she wanted.

Because of that, I had not only developed the Holy Medicine but also knew the cult's doctrines as well as the second mother herself.

And yet, the second mother never called me "son."

Everything I had done as a son to earn her love had been meaningless.

But......

But...... just by showing her my cock, she calls me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠"son"?

"Son?"

I asked.

Sensing the anger in my voice, fear crept into the second mother's face.

"I, I'm sorry, Heavenly Child! I'll serve you right away! My touch is clumsy, but please... en, enjoy it!"

For a brief moment, the second mother had broken free from her fanatical faith and shown a normal, motherly reaction. But now she returned to being a fanatic and began jerking her son's cock with both hands.

I couldn't bring myself to look directly at the second mother's jiggling breasts or her face, which showed fear of her son. So I glanced sideways at the bathroom window.

The sun was rising. No, it had already risen.

It was too late to run, but there was still a chance.

I could strangle the frail second mother's neck with my arm, knock her unconscious, grab the fourth mother's bag, and escape.

Should I do it?

Could I do it?

Could I really use such brutal violence against the second mother?

If I were truly the Heavenly Child, as the second mother believed, I probably could.