Chapter 49 The Son Who Punishes His Fanatical Cultist Second Mother (1)
Chapter 49 The Son Who Punishes His Fanatical Cultist Second Mother (1)
Heaven's Chosen One?
Again?
Even after I had devoted myself so thoroughly to pleasuring her with my mouth, the moment I gave her a brief respite, she had once again fallen back into her fanaticism. Now, she was staring at her own son not as her child, but as the incarnation of a god.
"Ah!"
I jerked my hips back, deftly avoiding Second Mother's hands as she tried to carefully grasp my cock.
Then, as if we weren't standing naked in front of each other—as if my tongue hadn't just been exploring the depths of her pussy moments ago—I spoke to her with tender affection.
"Are you cold?"
"Y-yes."
Second Mother, still flustered by my sudden shift from roughly eating her out to gentle concern, responded to me not as the Heaven's Chosen, but as her son.
Watching her like this, I felt an odd sense of happiness—one that didn't fit the current situation or what I was about to do to her.
How many years has it been... since Second Mother treated me not as the incarnation of some cult's god, but as her own son?
I turned the shower faucet to let warm water flow, then pulled Second Mother toward me.
Our faces were now dangerously close.
"W-we can't do this!"
Second Mother squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away, as if she thought I was about to kiss her.
The reaction was so bashful—like that of a younger girlfriend rather than a woman years my senior, my own mother—that I couldn't help but laugh.
Because of that, I hadn't originally planned on kissing her, but now, a sudden urge rose in me—not to kiss her mouth, but her lower lips instead.
But I let the urge remain just that—an urge.
Even with Fourth Mother, our first kiss had only happened after we'd tried every position and done every possible thing together.
I might not mind eating her out, but kissing... even now, as I sought to conquer Second Mother, the resistance I felt was intense.
That kissing felt more intimate than oral sex was...
Well, it was wrong, but then again, the very fact that this was incest meant it was all wrong to begin with. Nothing strange about that.
I gave Second Mother a pointed look as she stood there, frozen.
"...Huh?"
Still getting nothing but that dumbfounded reaction, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down, seating her hips right over my face.
A perverse position—one more fitting for First Mother.
A humiliating pose for a man, one I would never allow First Mother to take with me.
But with Second Mother, I felt no resistance at all.
If anything, a guilty feeling crept up on me, as if I were the one doing something vile.
"Nngh—hah, ahhh, ah—s-son? Y-you don't... have to do this for me anymore. And we should really—ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh♥♥"
Second Mother's lewd moans filled the shower.
Though she would never feel shame serving the Heaven's Chosen, the way she acted so embarrassed about being pleasured by her son only stoked the mix of love and resentment I felt for her.
Splash—
Warm water from the showerhead rained down on Second Mother's heaving chest as she interlaced her fingers with mine, panting from the way I was devouring her.
And beneath her, my face was drenched—not just from the water, but from her juices.
"T-this is... this is weird, son. A son doing this... to his mother's... ahh, that place..."
Flick—
With my tongue, slick from her arousal, I gave her clit a teasing tap, as if to tell her to shut up.
"Oh? So you stripping naked and coming into the shower to 'serve' your son is normal?"
"T-that's different! That's because if the power of the Heaven's Chosen builds up in your body—"
"Yeah, yeah, you're noisy. Just go ahead and cum already."
"Ahhh—ahhhh—ahhhh♥"
Second Mother, who alternated between seeing me as the incarnation of a cult god and as her son, came far more easily than even I expected—despite how ruthlessly I was working her.
That made seven times already.
Even Fourth Mother, with her unusually sturdy body, would be exhausted after climaxing this many times in such a short span. For frail Second Mother, it must have been even more draining.
But I didn't stop eating her out.
Because it turned me on?
Well, of course.
My Fourth Mother and First Mother were both stunning women—beauties who stood out even in the outside world, let alone within the cult. But their allure was different from Second Mother's, whose purity wasn't just skin-deep.
Still, the fact that her pussy was irresistible and her juices sweet wasn't the real reason I was committing the sin of incest.
After her pussy, I dragged my tongue lower—to her asshole.
A position I would've only tried with First Mother if I'd lost our little competition.
I'd gone down on Fourth Mother countless times, and though she always seemed to want me to lick there too, I never indulged her—no matter how much she bossed me around.
Schlllp—schlllp—♥
I deliberately made obscene noises as I thrust into her pussy, then dragged my tongue—still wet with her juices—to the filthiest part of her otherwise beautiful, pure body.
"...Huh? W-wait! What are you—no! You can't do that, son! Stop! You can't—!"
Second Mother shrieked louder than I'd ever heard before.
Loud enough that the other mothers outside the shower would definitely hear.
This ruined any chance of sneaking away with Fourth Mother's stolen money.
But even as Second Mother—with surprising strength for someone so frail—pushed against my forehead with both hands, I resisted, forcing my tongue past her tight ring.
What would the cultists think if they saw this?
The believers who genuinely thought their Holy Seat was above human needs—who believed she felt neither sexual desire nor even the need to relieve herself?
What if they saw the Heaven's Chosen—the supposed inheritor of their god's power—licking not just his own mother's pussy, but her asshole too?
"Stop! Stop it! I'm serious—I'm angry! Quit it! I said quit it!"
When I was being experimented on... when I screamed for them to stop... did you ever listen to your son even once?
"Nngh—ugh!"
Second Mother scrambled back, dragging her ass along the floor. I chased after her, my tongue still buried inside her.
Soon, her back hit the wall.
I forced her thighs apart again and resumed my assault—alternating between her pussy and ass.
"Ugh—ahh—!"
Even in her fury, Second Mother came easily.
To an outsider, this scene would seem obscene beyond belief—disgustingly depraved.
But for me—for the son who wanted to drag his fanatical mother back from delusion—this was deadly serious.
"Ahhh♥ Nngh♥ S-stop... ahh♥ Stop, please♥"
Second Mother raised a fist and lightly tapped my head—the same head currently buried between her thighs, my tongue lapping at her soaked folds.
[Image: Second Mother, flushed and panting, her body glistening under the shower's spray.]
She had gotten mad at me earlier, but that had been half-hearted—more of a scolding.
Now, her anger was real.
I could feel it—the goodwill I'd built as her obedient son was crumbling away in this moment.
But I didn't stop.
Because I loved her.
Because I loved my mother, even if no normal person could understand a son who would lick her pussy and eat her ass.
"Stop... stop it... please... son... Heaven's Chosen..."
Our relationship, tangled up in this cult, was already far from normal—beyond fixing. But if there was any hope of making it even slightly healthier, this was the only way.
Better to be a son with his tongue in his mother's ass than the incarnation of a god worshipped by a deranged cult that would commit terrorism in broad daylight.
That was the judgment of a son who loved his family dearly.
"Does the god of the Cheonmyeong Sect lick his female followers' assholes too?"
As I finished with her pussy and ass, I finally said what I'd been preparing for so long—driving a knife straight into Second Mother's biggest nerve.
The moment she heard it, her face twisted into the classic expression of someone who'd just been given a death sentence.
"W-what did you just say, son? I... I must have misheard."
Denial.
"You heard me. I asked if the god you worship so devoutly licks his followers' assholes. Or rather—the Heaven's Chosen asked. You heard it too."
"Bad words! Bad words! The Heaven's Chosen mustn't say such things!"
"I can say it. Because I'm not the Heaven's Chosen or some fake god. I'm just your son. The Heaven's Chosen doesn't exist, Mother."
As I finished speaking, Second Mother's expression changed.
Even after everything—after I'd choked her, dragged her to me, licked her breasts, her stomach, even inside her pussy—she had never looked at me with hatred.
Until now.
"...Son. Take it back. Repent. Then I'll forgive you. I'll pretend I never heard those words."
Rage.
...Gulp.
Even when I'd seen First Mother's true face, I hadn't flinched.
But now, I was afraid.
Because the look in Second Mother's eyes was one that promised she'd tear me apart with her bare hands.
But I couldn't back down now.
With all the love I had for my family, I spoke the truth to my fanatical mother.
"No. I refuse. The Heaven's Chosen doesn't exist. And the Cheonmyeong Sect is a cult. That's my answer."
Would it get through to her?
Would Second Mother—would my mother—accept the love of her son?
I desperately hoped so.
Because if she didn't... then the only path left to make her see the truth was one I didn't want to take.