Chapter 46 Teaching Sex to My Second Mother (1)
Chapter 46 Teaching Sex to My Second Mother (1)
My hands—my son's hands—slid toward my second mother's slender neck.
"...Huh? ...Ah, you want me to serve you here! Understood. It's a bit... difficult, but I'll open my mouth as wide as I can."
Because I had always been an obedient son to my mother, and because my second mother was an almost excessively pure woman, she didn't suspect me even in this situation.
'No! Stop!'
For a fleeting moment, I felt disgusted at myself for wanting to choke my second mother's neck and quickly shook off the thought. I lowered my hands from her throat.
'I shouldn't do this to my mother as her son. Especially not to my frail second mother.'
"It's alright, Celestial One."
Just then, my second mother lifted her head, exposing her chest as she spoke to me.
True to her nature—she had always been eerily perceptive of my thoughts since childhood—she immediately noticed the shift in my demeanor.
"Whatever you couldn't do with Da-eun, you can do with me. If this humble body of mine can bring you pleasure, then as your lowly servant, there could be no greater joy—"
"You knew?"
"Huh? Knew what?"
"...That I... did that with my fourth mother."
"Yes, of course. After all, I was the one who arranged for you to be matched with Da-eun in the first place."
At this point, I wasn't so much angry as I was dumbfounded.
Of course. No matter how chaotic the Cult's operations were, it couldn't have been a coincidence that on my very first day as a volunteer, I was matched with my fourth mother and her son.
Turns out, the incest I committed with my fourth mother was all orchestrated by my second mother's insane fanaticism.
Even though she called me "Celestial One" over and over, in reality, among all my mothers, she was the one who tried to control me the most. So the truth wasn't all that surprising.
But that didn't stop the fury from boiling inside me.
I gripped her slender neck again with both hands.
Just a little more pressure, and knocking her out would've been effortless.
Yet, my second mother continued to clumsily stroke my cock, alternating between tight and loose grips in an awkward rhythm.
For someone who had ruined her son's life—who had secretly manipulated him into committing incest with his mother—her handjob skills were embarrassingly amateurish.
"...Hnngh, hhng, hhhn—d-does it feel good? You can... do whatever you want. Don't... worry about me."
Even as I tightened my grip around her throat, making it hard for her to breathe, my second mother remained obedient.
No—not to me.
This crazy woman was submitting to the fragment of a god she believed resided within me, not to her actual son.
"Ah! It just twitched in my hand—does that mean you're about to cum?"
Lee Eun-bi, my second mother, asked with an innocence so pure it was hard to believe she was even an older woman, let alone my mother.
Given that she had lived isolated within the Cult's sacred grounds—cut off from the outside world—her naivety made sense. But still, it was baffling how someone like her had ever been the Cult's top evangelist.
'Maybe there's some hidden secret.'
'No, forget about the Cult's secrets. Father's dead now. I have no ties left to them.'
I tightened my grip around her neck.
What I needed to do was simple.
Renounce being the son of this insane cult fanatic, choke her unconscious, take the money, and flee far away.
"Hh—kgh!"
She wasn't close to passing out yet, but given her frail constitution, her pale skin had already flushed crimson.
"...C-Celestial One? It... hurts a little..."
"If you're gonna open your mouth, put more effort into stroking my cock. With skills like that, even if I wanted to cum, I couldn't."
I deliberately spoke coldly, hardening my heart as I glared at her.
I tried not to think of her as my mother—just as some unfamiliar woman—and suddenly, her beauty struck me anew.
My cock, which had been struggling under her amateurish touch, hardened fully.
Even the most skilled ugly woman couldn't compare to the pleasure of being serviced by a breathtaking beauty, no matter how clumsy she was.
"I'm sorry... But you wouldn't do this to Da-eun, would you?"
Her concern for my fourth mother instantly deflated my anger, loosening my grip on her throat.
'You're the one who manipulated the matching so she'd sleep with her son, and now you're worried about her? What kind of logic is that?'
No—knowing my second mother, she probably was genuinely worried.
She was a family-oriented woman who truly loved her kin.
Even arranging my affair with my fourth mother must have been done out of love—out of good intentions.
And that was precisely why I hesitated.
No matter what, my second mother didn't harbor any malice toward me—she was just a fanatic who had lost her mind.
"Celestial One? You shouldn't... do this to Da-eun. That girl acts tough, but she's actually quite sensitive. You know that, right?"
As if she wasn't currently gripping and stroking her son's cock, my second mother offered me thoughtful advice.
Though she addressed me as "Celestial One," the face looking back at me was unmistakably that of a mother.
'Are you treating me as your son or as some divine being? Pick one, you crazy bitch!'
Just as she had done since I was a child, my second mother once again blurred the lines between affection, punishment, love, and fanaticism.
And that was what drove me insane.
If she had just stuck to punishment and fanaticism, I wouldn't hate her as much as I did now.
Squeeze—!
My trembling hands, torn between anxiety and rage, tightened around her throat.
"...Hhk! Hhhnng—!"
Even as her son choked her, my second mother smiled faintly.
It was a smile that said, If hurting me makes you happy, then do it as much as you want. No matter how much you hurt me, I'll never hate you.
A kind of boundless maternal love that would've been impossible for any ordinary mother—but possible for a fanatic.
Despite her face turning scarlet from suffocation, my second mother never stopped stroking her son's cock with both hands.
Of course, her technique was nothing compared to my first mother, who knew exactly how to pleasure a man.
Slap, slap-slap!
Under normal circumstances, such a clumsy handjob shouldn't have felt good—yet my cock was harder than ever.
Because of the taboo.
Some might ask how I could still feel the thrill of incest after what I'd done with my fourth and first mothers, but this was different.
My fourth mother—though I called her "mother"—was more like an abusive older sister tormenting her younger brother since childhood.
And my first mother... Well, to put it bluntly, she was a slut, so the guilt was lesser. But my second mother was different.
Unlike my first mother, who couldn't even properly mother her own daughter, Moon Ji-yeon, my second mother had raised me since I was young.
And now, this woman—this mother—was naked, letting me choke her while stroking my cock.
The violent, twisted situation was what aroused me.
"I-It's okay... You can squeeze harder. I can... take whatever my son wants to do—ah, ahh—to me. You can... do more. I'll keep stroking your cock... as hard as I can."
Her face clearly showed pain, but she still reassured me.
Yet, instead of wilting from guilt, my cock only grew harder, pressing insistently against her lower stomach.
'Maybe my real mother is my first mother.'
That would make sense.
If she was a pervert who couldn't control her sexual urges, then her son—me—must be just as depraved.
A pervert who got off choking his frail mother, torn between love and hatred, unable to stop despite the guilt.
'Does that mean Ji-yeon noona is my real sister?'
"Hh... Hhnng—!"
Just then, a choked sob escaped my second mother's lips. At the same time, the hands clumsily stroking my cock—like those of a virgin—went limp.
I lifted my hands higher, still gripping her throat.
Her legs, which had been kneeling, gave way, lifting her feet off the ground.
Before me was the translucent skin of a woman who looked too delicate to be the mother of a grown man.
And now, for the first time, I could see her pussy—hidden earlier by a towel and her curled-up posture.
A tiny slit that looked impossible to have birthed me.
Completely hairless, smooth, with no signs of stretching, sagging, or darkening—like a child's.
This was the pussy of my second mother, Lee Eun-bi.
A pussy that couldn't possibly belong to a mother who had given birth.
An innocent-looking pussy.
A fucking hot pussy.
A virgin-like pussy that looked too tight to take her son's cock.