Chapter 5 Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun
Chapter 5 Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun
"W-what?"
Even in the midst of her frenzied arousal, Fourth Mother reacted to my insolent tone, glaring at me sharply.
"Stop sniffing my dick and take off my socks first."
"......Where do you think you're talking to your mother like—"
I lifted my leg and placed my foot right in front of Fourth Mother's face as she was busy grinding her thighs together, lost in her own pleasure.
Her expression stiffened at the sight. But despite that, more slick gushed from her dripping pussy.
Even while being ordered around by her own son, Fourth Mother was still turned on.
Or maybe, true to her scent fetish, she got off just from the smell of my feet.
"Don't you wanna fuck me? Don't you wanna give me your pussy? If you like my dick so much, then listen to me. Take them off."
Gentle affection was wasted on this depraved bitch.
First, I needed to stomp her down thoroughly with my foot.
So she'd never dare defy me again.
......Ugh, why was I even thinking like this?
This was the kind of cruel thought my executed father would've had.
Not something a son who loved his mother should entertain.
But the discomfort of that realization quickly faded as I watched Fourth Mother's submissive demeanor.
"Mmm, okay. Then you'll give me lots of service like last time, right?"
Fourth Mother cooed at me, her own son, batting her eyelashes like a spoiled lover.
The Holy Medicine of the cult had long since drowned her shame—right now, the only thing she craved was my cock.
Hesitantly, she reached for my foot and began peeling off my sock with the dutiful obedience of a Joseon-era virtuous wife.
I watched her with a mix of disgust and arousal.
That furious face that would storm into my room the moment I stepped even slightly out of line.
The hands that would shove my face into her breasts, lock me in a headscissor, and then choke me with force far beyond what a mother should use to discipline her son.
The humiliations she heaped on me as I gasped for air on the floor.
Who did those belong to?
Her.
The woman kneeling before me right now.
The bitch sniffing my dick while drooling slick and spit.
After I grew taller and stronger than her, those kinds of punishments stopped—but the power dynamic between us never really changed.
Fourth Mother still held all the cards.
And yet, the woman who once dominated me was now kneeling like a chastised wife, obediently peeling off my sock.
All for one reason:
To greedily suck on my handsome face and my exceptionally thick cock.
Fourth Mother was devoting herself to my dick in ways she'd never done for me, her own son.
Pathetically, I felt jealous.
I hated my own cock for it.
......Just how far gone was she from the Holy Medicine?
Did she love her son's dick more than her actual son?
"You crazy bitch... How can you call yourself a mother?"
I muttered under my breath, but Fourth Mother must've heard me. She looked up.
"Huh?"
Holding my sock in both hands, she gazed up at me with a bright, innocent smile.
A childlike grin paired with tits that didn't belong on a child.
Not as massive as First Mother's, but still the largest possible for her toned, muscular frame.
Despite my disapproval, my dick twitched.
"Hehe~♡ What's this? Acting all tough, but you're into it too, huh?"
I clenched my jaw, unable to deny it as my erection jutted out right in front of her face.
Seeing this, Fourth Mother grinned lewdly and began fingering herself, treating my cock like a side dish.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch.
Splurt—splish splurt!
At first, I thought she was pissing herself in front of her son—the sheer volume of liquid gushing onto the bathroom floor was so excessive that I felt a twisted thrill, my cock twitching at the depravity.
But soon, the thick, musky scent of a bitch in heat filled the air, confirming it wasn't urine.
It was all her arousal.
Under normal circumstances, this would've been impossible—but right after taking the Holy Medicine, her body was capable of anything.
Still, the absurd amount she was squirting suggested she was naturally a heavy soaker.
The rich, feminine scent rising from the puddle beneath her was dizzying.
And yet, my dick throbbed again, hardening fully.
The tip of my cockhead slapped against my lower abdomen.
Fourth Mother, who had been masturbating alone earlier while sniffing my freshly changed socks, saw this and squealed in delight.
"Wow~♥ Your tip reached your stomach! I didn't know that was possible in real life! You're amazing, son! No other man could do this!"
I was speechless.
No matter how much I did for her, she'd always been stingy with praise—yet here she was, gushing compliments just because my dick could slap my own abs.
But I stayed silent as I noticed traces of the Holy Medicine mixed into her slick.
"Hehe~ Good, good. You're so responsive today. You're really turned on too, right? Then give Mommy some service."
I scowled.
I had zero intention of indulging her.
If I did, I'd end up like last time—sucking on her pussy and clit for two straight hours.
That memory was still vivid.
Back then, I'd eaten her out relentlessly, with tender yet persistent licks, until she passed out.
I'd swallowed every drop of her juices that spilled into my mouth.
I'd even flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue until my muscle-less tongue ached like it had been worked out.
I knew it was a twisted, perverse way for a son to show affection.
But I'd wanted her love—even if it meant debasing myself.
And how had Fourth Mother repaid me after she woke up?
She'd grabbed my cock, swollen from her scent, and instead of sucking me off, she'd kicked me out, telling me to leave.
As if I wasn't her son—just some rent boy she'd paid for.
Remembering that, I couldn't repeat the same mistake.
I also wanted to find out which of the mothers had given her the Holy Medicine.
There was no way she'd done this without ulterior motives—this had to be part of some power struggle within the cult.
If so, I had to protect her.
"O-okay, I took off your sock. So... service! Give me service! Like last time—eat me out! You're so good at it. C'mon! Pussy, pussy licks. Mommy's favorite thing, the thing her son does best—lick my fucking pussy. Pussy licks. Pussy licks. Do it~♥"
Before Father was caught, she'd been in charge of distributing the cult's Holy Medicine, earning more than most small-business CEOs through her own efforts.
Now, she was whining like a brainless idiot, clutching my knees and throwing a tantrum.
Her obscene pleas—not even for normal sex, but for perverse oral—twisted the tender feelings I had for her into sheer disgust.
The deeper my disappointment, the hotter my rage burned.
She'd never once sucked my dick, always just used my scent as fodder for her own masturbation—yet she had the audacity to demand I eat her out every time?
I was furious.
"Shut up. Is your brain flooded with pussy juice? How much Holy Medicine did you take to get this horny? I know the cops are waiting outside to arrest us—don't you, of all people, realize that? You fucking... Just go jerk off and squirt all over yourself."
"How dare you talk to your mo—mmmph?!"
I wasn't about to humor her stupid pussy-lick demands any longer.
I stepped forward.
And then, despite the fact that she was dripping slick down her thighs while still pretending to be my mother, I began stomping on her thick pussy lips with the same bare foot she'd just undressed.
Thud! Thud!
"Nngh! Ugh! Ah!"
Her juices smeared onto my sole, making it sticky in seconds.
I wiped the mess off by rubbing my foot against her face.
An insult so degrading it went far beyond mere backtalk.
And it was me—her son, or maybe just her personal cunt-licking slave—who was doing it.
"Son! Wh-what the hell do you think you're—"
For a moment, Fourth Mother was too stunned to speak. Then she glared at me, eyes wide with fury.
As she tried to rise and slap me, I pressed my big toe firmly against her panties.
"Hyaaah?! Nnngh!"
Toes weren't as precise as fingers, but it was easy enough to stomp down on the swollen mound of her clit with my index toe.
This wasn't foreplay—just a kick.
Way easier than eating her out.
"Mmm? Ah? Nngh... Oh...♥ Th-this feels good too?"
And yet, Fourth Mother seemed to enjoy it.
Forgetting her anger, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, savoring the sensation of her pussy being crushed under my bare foot.
She'd wanted her son's devoted oral service, but instead, she moaned shamelessly as his foot trampled her cunt.
My foot, still grinding into her, was soaked beyond the point of wiping clean—her juices had drenched even her own hair.
Just imagining how it'd feel to thrust into that sopping hole made my cock throb.
If I could taste that dripping pussy again, eating her out for hours wouldn't be a problem.
The thought alone made pre-cum bead at my tip.
"Hehe~♥"
Fourth Mother noticed and grinned lewdly.
She stuck out her tongue, flicking it lewdly in the air as if promising to lick my cock with devotion.
Then she met my eyes and winked flirtatiously.
"S-sonny~♥ Enough with these games—nngh?! S-stop?! Staaahp! Nngh? Ah! A-anyway, let's get to the main event! L-let's do it the usual way. You don't have to eat me out. I'll let you fuck me. And no condom today."
She spoke as though she were granting me a favor—when she was the one begging for my dick.
The same coy act she never showed me, no matter how much I did for her.
So I suppressed the urge to ram my cock into her.
When she was acting as my mother, she'd never been this affectionate—yet as a bitch in heat, she could grin shamelessly while getting her pussy stomped on?
'Mom... No, Da-eun! You... fucking... wicked woman! Do you love my dick more than the decade of devotion I've given you?!'
"Mmm? Son, aren't you listening? Answer Mommy. Stop using your foot. It feels good, but... it's kinda humiliating, you know? A son shouldn't do this to his mother. Right? So... enough footplay—just put it in~♥"
Fourth Mother carefully pushed my foot away, then stripped off her skirt and panties while still seated, spreading her legs wide.
She slid a hand between her thighs.
Then pressed her fingers against her plump pussy mound.
My eyes locked onto her slit—the same one I'd popped her cherry in, the same one my cock had plunged into thousands of times since, yet still looked as tight as if it had never been touched.
"How's that? Wanna stick it in?"
She spread her fingers wide as she spoke.
Her glistening folds were still virgin-pink, dewy with arousal.
"A chance to pound a beauty like Mommy's pussy doesn't come often~♥ I'm letting you do it to burn off the medicine's effects, so hurry up and fuck me~♡"
Despite her seductive words, her face was twisted in humiliation.
Unlike usual, I wasn't obeying—forcing her to debase herself by begging for my cock.
But paradoxically, the deeper her shame, the wetter she got.
I swallowed hard.