Chapter 51 Taboo (2)
Chapter 51 Taboo (2)
It seemed Second Mother hadn't just blurted out those words impulsively. She began earnestly laying out some idol abduction confinement brainwashing plan to me.
As I watched the face of this insane fanatic, I slowly lifted one leg, overlapping her image with that of the only woman among the mothers around me in my childhood who had been kind and gentle to me.
Even in this moment, the glans of my still-erect cock brushed against the inside of my thigh.
"...Eh, ehh? ...Son, you don't have to do this, okay? Can you really be satisfied with a worthless woman's body like mine?"
Second Mother asked with an expression overflowing with maternal love, spreading her arms wide toward me.
"When I asked earlier if you disliked it, that wasn't what I meant."
Like a woman lost in the doctrines of a pseudo-religion who wouldn't listen to anything her son said and only heard what she wanted to hear, I gave her an answer that didn't match her question.
"Fourth Mother... no. ...Gaeul noona. ...No, Miss Yun Gaeul. I was asking about the feelings of someone who, had she not fallen into our cult, would have graduated from a prestigious university and been living happily."
Second Mother's attitude, which had been treating me as her son until now, seemed to shift as she sensed the seriousness in my voice.
She placed her wide-spread arms on her knees and sat politely before me.
"What do you mean by that, Heavenly Envoy? ...And 'Miss Yun Gaeul'? Son, what kind of awkward way is that to address your fourth mother?"
"Miss Yun Gaeul might not want to do this with me. No, of course she wouldn't want to. Even if she's my fourth mother, how long have we even known each other? You can't suddenly force a woman into some sexual service like this."
"What nonsense are you talking about, son? You are the Heavenly Envoy. So there's no need to worry about such trivial things. All the female devotees belong to you. Whether they just joined our church yesterday, are married women with husbands, innocent girls with no sexual experience until adulthood, or even your own family—if they're women, they're all yours."
Second Mother tilted her head, genuinely unable to comprehend my words about not forcing sexual services on others.
And now, shifting her attitude moment by moment, she addressed me as both the Heavenly Envoy and her son—no, she saw me simultaneously as both in the same breath.
At this rate, the two personas will merge into one—no—
It'll only take an instant before Second Mother's "son" is devoured by the Heavenly Envoy and disappears forever.
"......"
I was at a loss for words.
And hearing Second Mother declare that she would offer female devotees as sexual slaves to her own son, I finally—completely—let go of the last remnants of my heart that still clung to being her son.
"Mom."
"What is it, son?"
Second Mother smiled gently and asked me, even shaking her breasts slightly toward me as if to say it was okay to suck on them again.
But my response was firm.
I couldn't live forever as the false god of her delusional cult.
"I don't want to become the leader of Cheonmyeong Cult, some insane pseudo-religious figure."
"...How could you say such a thing, Heavenly Envoy?"
It seemed Second Mother—no, Lee Eun-bi, the Holy Seat of the church and thus my subordinate—needed some discipline and reprimand from the Heavenly Envoy.
"Lie down on your back. And spread your legs."
Second Mother needed to know the truth.
That I wasn't the Heavenly Envoy was something I'd told her countless times over the past decade to no avail. Now, it was time to show her that the Heavenly Envoy was no benevolent god.
This would be the greatest—and final—act of filial piety I could offer her.
"...Are you really okay with my pitiful body? This bony frame with uselessly large breasts and ass... Should I not call Gaeul?"
"That's exactly why it's so fucking hot. And don't bring up Fourth Mother again. This madness... this insanity should stay between us, born-and-raised cultists. Don't drag innocent people into it."
"Nngh, okay! Mom! I'll serve your son's cock diligently... but if it's not enough, tell me right away, okay? I'll call Gaeul immediately to offer her virgin pussy to the Heavenly Envoy's cock. That's why I chose her as a mother, why I had her virginity checked..."
So Fourth Mother was a virgin.
That was information I never wanted to know.
I didn't want to see her that way—as an object of lust. She was my mother, yes, but also a pitiful woman caught in the cult, someone I wanted to protect.
"Don't make me say it twice. Lie back. And spread your legs wide, Mom. Let me see your pussy clearly. Use your fingers to spread it open."
"Yes~♥ Heavenly Envoy. I shall obey your will."
Second Mother slowly lay back with her sluggish movements and spread her legs wide. Then, just as I instructed, she used her fingers to spread her pussy apart, revealing the pink mucous membrane inside to me.
A humiliating pose that no normal woman would comply with even if her older boyfriend asked—yet here was my mother, doing it before her son.
Watching my mother's tight, virginal slit being pried open by her own fingers, I unconsciously twitched my cock.
"Ah, th-that's absolutely not allowed, son! I'm sorry, but you can't put it in... Mom's ovulating."
Without realizing it, I had begun imagining pushing my cock into Second Mother's pink pussy, flooding her womb with my cum until her slender waist swelled—and then I snapped back to my senses.
Of course, I had no intention of going that far.
Well, I did plan to insert, but I'd never consider ejaculating inside.
Sure, I'd irresponsibly creampied First Mother, but that was only because I knew her womb could no longer bear children.
Incest alone was enough to make my head spin, but getting my mother pregnant with my child...?
Fuck that—that future would never happen.
As I gazed at Second Mother's pussy, shamefully spread open before her son with her fingers and already glistening with arousal, I placed one hand on her ass.
"Nngh, nnngghh! Y-you, you can't put it in, but... you can rub it against the entrance. I'm sorry, son. This is all your useless mom can offer. But you can use my hands, my mouth, or... the asshole you sucked earlier—anywhere else is fine..."
The lewd fingers that had been spreading her pussy for her son now moved higher, parting her asshole instead.
Gaping obscenely, Second Mother's pink asshole clenched tightly like a virgin's—no, unlike her pussy, her ass was definitely virginal.
Then today, I'd take it.
I'd destroy my mother's virgin asshole with my cock.
And with that, I'd bring closure to the desires I'd harbored for so long.
Of course, I never intended to go this far with Second Mother, but...
"What kind of being is the Heavenly Envoy?"
I gently moved the hand resting on Second Mother's ass, stroking her as I asked.
I spoke not in my son's voice, but in the voice of the Heavenly Envoy.
"Nnghh... A k-kind... being who cares for wounded devotees... Nnngghh... who loves his devotees... Nnnghhh... a great being."
"Lift your ass higher. Arch your back."
Using the sex techniques I'd learned from Fourth Mother, I gave Second Mother an order.
As she obediently raised her hips and arched her back, I brought my face closer to her exposed pussy and—
Ptui!
—spat on it without hesitation. Her natural lubrication wasn't enough.
"Eeek?!"
Though Second Mother had said she'd serve me in any way other than her pussy, she was still a woman with over a decade of memories as my mother.
Seeing her son, always so obedient, suddenly doing things even the church's brainwashed sex slaves wouldn't endure left her utterly flustered.
Squish, squish, squelch—
While Second Mother hesitated between scolding her son or submitting to the Heavenly Envoy's will, I shoved my fingers into her pussy and began stimulating her.
"Nngh! Nnnnghhh♥ Nnnghhh! Aahn! Ah, it hurts— son! Aaahh♥"
She wasn't exaggerating. Unlike when I'd eaten her out earlier, I was now ravaging her pussy in a completely different way.
A method of stimulation that ignored a woman's pleasure, using my thick fingers to forcibly wring out her juices.
If I'd tried this with Fourth Mother, a slap would've flown my way instantly.
But Second Mother, who'd expected me to gently caress her pussy as before, wore a frightened expression yet kept her position.
Bowing her head below her breasts, she forced a maternal smile despite the pain, signaling that it was okay to continue.
That expression of hers stabbed at my heart as her son while also making my cock throb unbearably—but—
Ptui!
Again, without hesitation, I spat on her pussy.
Though her sensitivity seemed better than Fourth Mother's, her lack of natural lubrication made fingering her sluggish.
But now, with two rounds of my spit, there was enough slickness for my fingers to plunge into Second Mother's impossibly tight pussy without restraint.
Squelch— squish— squelch—
Plunge! plunge! plunge!