Chapter 48 Teaching Sex to My Second Mother (3)
Chapter 48 Teaching Sex to My Second Mother (3)
Even after making Second Mother's nipples stand stiff, I didn't retract my tongue. Instead, I kept licking her stomach over and over with my son's tongue.
"Don't lick there...!"
The sex method emphasized by the Celestial Light Cult.
Sex was a sacred act meant to create new life—not for chasing pleasure but for mechanically focusing on ejaculation, according to their doctrine.
This was the complete opposite of that inefficient movement.
"You're feeling it, so why deny it?"
"N-no, I'm not!"
Her lie was so blatantly obvious that it sounded cute instead. But I had no intention of letting it slide.
I moved my hand toward Second Mother's already slick pussy.
As if that was the one place she couldn't allow, she startled and grabbed my wrists with both hands. But I ignored her and stretched my fingers downward, touching her pussy.
It wasn't sticky like First Mother's juices or hot like Fourth Mother's... but a liquid with an odd viscosity, different from plain water, coated my fingers.
My heart pounded sharply, and a strange guilt washed over me.
I'd already committed incest with Fourth Mother and First Mother—two mothers—but this was different.
Fourth Mother may have been called "Mother," but in reality, our relationship was more like a violent older sister and younger brother.
And First Mother... I hate to say this about her, but she was promiscuous by nature, and our encounter had the justification of being part of a sex duel where the loser had to become the winner's sex slave.
Of course, that didn't mean I felt nothing with those two, but what I was doing now was qualitatively different.
There was no sense of my brain burning out, no throbbing cock threatening to cum any second, no pounding heart screaming at me to stop this terrible act immediately.
And yet...
And yet...
I, Second Mother's son, couldn't stop licking her aroused belly button.
"You—you licked there, ah—ahh...!"
Because Second Mother saw me not as the Celestial Child but as her son, her reactions were filled with shame.
After licking the taut, straight belly button—a privilege only a woman with a slender yet firm waist could have—I answered.
"This is all because your handjob was pathetic. You told me to use you like a tool, and this is what I get?"
"...Huh? Huh?! S-sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"...I'm sorry. Mom's sorry to her son."
"What are you sorry for?!"
"For being bad at handjobs, for not satisfying my son... I'm sorry."
At her son's scolding, Second Mother's face twisted into a pout.
If not for her fanaticism, Second Mother would have been the ideal mother. Unlike Fourth Mother, Kang Da-eun, who responded to my taunts with violence, or First Mother, who pretended to be hurt while secretly plotting to ruin me with a sinister smile, Second Mother—Lee Eun-bi—reacted like a normal, no, an ideal mother would.
And that only intensified my twisted mix of dominance and incestuous desire, born from emotional deprivation.
"Pathetic pussy. Just because your son sucked your nipples, you're leaking like this."
Even the purest Second Mother couldn't take such words from her son. Her pretty eyebrows furrowed inward.
"Son! Wh-where did you learn such bad words?"
Unlike her usual polite tone, she raised her voice to scold me.
Her son, always obedient, had suddenly changed, leaving her not just flustered but afraid.
Naturally, her scolding had no effect on me now.
"Shut up. And stop pulling your ass back. My tongue can't reach your pussy."
"Th-that kind of thing! ...Y-you don't have to do that for Mom."
"You were the one who said to use you like a tool."
"...Even so."
Second Mother's shy, embarrassed demeanor only made her son's cock harder.
But she wasn't entirely wrong.
This—using my tongue to gently lick her labia—wasn't necessary.
After all, Second Mother had stepped into the shower naked to drain the semen from my balls, not to get her pussy licked until she dripped.
Yet I didn't stop tasting her, pushing my tongue deeper inside her.
"Stop it, son! Mom's really angry now!"
Clenching her fists on her hips, Second Mother scolded me—just like she had when I was a mischievous kid, before I'd experienced the cult's darkness.
But unlike back then, her young face was attached to a body wearing no underwear.
Slap!
I grabbed her ass firmly, pulling her toward me as she tried to escape, and went back to tasting her pussy.
There was barely any flavor or scent. Even her juices were clear. But the amount was surprisingly plentiful for someone who squirmed in shame at her son's lewd tongue play.
"Schllrrp, schllrrp, schllrp."
I deliberately made vulgar, obscene noises as I sucked her pussy.
"Schllrrrp, schllrrrrp, schllrp schllrp. Schllrrp, schllrrrp, schllp."
On the day of Father's funeral, I ate out a woman who might have been my biological mother while his corpse lay in the funeral hall next door.
"...Ah."
Finally, Second Mother let out a wet, trembling moan.
Horrified by her own voice, she immediately covered her mouth with both hands—but the sound of her "female voice" already echoed through the shower.
At that moment, I realized why I was lavishing such attention on Second Mother's pussy despite the urgency of the situation.
I wanted to hear her speak not as a fanatic who truly believed her son was a divine incarnation—but as just a normal woman.
Of course, there was nothing normal about Second Mother's looks or body, and what I was doing—licking her pussy—was far from normal, an aberrant act of incest. But I didn't stop.
I pushed my tongue deeper inside her.
A clear, almost watery liquid spilled onto my tongue.
Just thrusting my tongue in and out was enough to make her squirm uncontrollably. Even Fourth Mother's tight, virgin-like pussy—now deflowered by her son's cock—hadn't been this sensitive.
"...Nngh! ...Nnngh! ...S-stop! Son, you can't do this to Mom!"
"What are you talking about? You said to use you like a tool."
"That was just with hands...!"
"Why would I use your useless hands when your pussy drips this much?"
"...Son. You've changed."
Yeah, I've changed.
But whose fault was that?
Second Mother, Lee Eun-bi—wasn't it yours, for sincerely believing your son was a divine incarnation?
With a mix of hatred and affection, I poured my pussy-eating skills into her.
If I wanted, I could've made Fourth Mother cum over ten times in a day with these skills—skills that could even make First Mother, who claimed to have frigidity, moan.
"Nnngh! Uuugh!"
Second Mother panted, pushing my face away from her pussy with both hands.
But her strength was no match for me.
Instead, I shoved my tongue even deeper inside her.
An abnormal situation.
A mother and son lost in abnormal pleasure.
But if the alternative is being a fanatic who serves a fake god by milking her son's cum... this is better.
"Huuu, hold still."
After blowing air into her pussy, I lightly nibbled her clit as a reprimand.
Trapped between my teeth, her clit trembled—helpless against the strange yet threatening sensation.
But soon, remembering her position as "Mom," she scolded me again.
"Son! Mom's mad! St-stop this! This is wrong between mother and son!"
Hearing her call me "son" instead of "Celestial Child" filled me with twisted satisfaction.
But I wasn't planning to stop here.
My burning dominance demanded I conquer and dominate this female before me with my cock.
"Yeah, Mom's pussy is so mad it's turned red."
"...Hng! Ugh!"
At her son's vulgar joke—something even a casual fling shouldn't endure—Second Mother finally burst into tears.
Unlike First Mother, she wasn't someone who could enjoy her son's crude language without shame.
As her sobs grew louder, the strength in her hands pushing me away weakened.
She had entered the shower to serve the Celestial Child, but now, being pleasured by her son, her body trembled with self-loathing.
I stood up from the toilet.
Realizing a man much larger than her was looming over her, fear flashed in Second Mother's eyes.
I wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
"Eh? Ehh?"
Her face, looking up at me with fearful yet expectant eyes, was priceless.
"Did you just cum?"
"......"
"You did, didn't you?"
"......"
"Why aren't you answering? Your pussy's dripping."
Second Mother hung her head low.
Despite her frail health, she was stubborn enough to make even First Mother back down—yet this was the first time she'd acted like this.
And it was the first time I, a son who loved his mothers, felt excitement from tormenting the frailest of them.
But right now, I couldn't hold back.
"...I did. So stop doing this to Mom."
"Doing what?"
"Th-that......"
"That?"
"Th-that... Mom's p..."
"P? Pussy? Mom's chubby little pussy?"
"Stop saying such—such things to Mom!"
Unable to take it anymore, she screamed.
Even in this situation, she seemed shocked at her own outburst, as if she'd gone too far with her son—deepening my guilt.
But I pretended to be angered by her words instead, tightening my grip on her waist and forcing her down.
Then I shoved my unusually large cock in front of her face.
Hesitantly, instinctively, Second Mother reached for it.
There's no pleasure greater than controlling another person's will.
Father's advice to his son echoed in my mind.
Back then, I'd despised those immoral words and hated him for them.
I never imagined I'd one day be shoving my cock in my Second Mother's face.
"...Then I'll serve you. Celestial Child."