Chapter 52 Filial Piety (1)
Chapter 52 Filial Piety (1)
"Ugh, ugh— ugh! Ah, son! C-could you go a little slower? Mom, it hurts a bit..."
Slap!
"Don't talk about pain while you're dripping juices everywhere."
"......"
The forced smile vanished from Second Mother's face, but I didn't hesitate.
Without considering her feelings, I used my fingers to forcibly scrape out her vaginal fluids, then spat into her pink asshole this time.
"I don't really like—"
"What kind of being is the Heavenly Enlightened One?"
I cut off Second Mother's words.
Today, I intended to shatter not just Second Mother's asshole but also her delusional faith.
She would resent me for it... but it would be better for her than worshiping an ordinary human like me as some false deity.
Though her sins were too great to survive outside the cult, at least she wouldn't have to live hearing people call her a lunatic within it.
Sluurp—
I pushed my thumb into Second Mother's asshole.
The resistance was even greater than her tight pussy.
If I forced my disproportionately large cock into such a place, Second Mother would surely be in pain.
...Which was exactly why I had to do it.
Since I planned to shove my cock into that hole by force, I began carefully loosening it up.
Second Mother was bewildered by her son's actions—first roughly fingering her pussy, now pushing fingers into her asshole.
But true to her fanatic nature, she quickly regained composure and began preaching her cult's doctrines in a devout voice.
"The Heavenly Enlightened One is a being who brings joy to the suffering, the anguished, those whose lives are irreparably ruined... who saves those pitiful souls. No—Lord Heavenly Enlightened One."
Glooorp.
"Hngaaah?!"
I moved the finger in her pussy upward while pushing the one in her ass downward, making my fingers meet inside her.
I spent a long time scolding both her holes this way.
Eventually, I squatted before her ass, alternately fingering both entrances.
Squish squish squish ♥
Squish squish squish ♥♥
Mechanical movements devoid of affection—like thrusting into a lifeless sex toy molded in the shape of a woman's genitals rather than a living woman's pussy.
Yet the techniques I'd honed through countless sessions with Fourth Mother were more than enough to quickly finish off Second Mother, whose sensitivity surpassed Fourth Mother's.
"Hnggh, hnggggh! Hnggg—......ah...ugh."
Second Mother, who had been arching her back and raising her ass for her son, suddenly went limp as her whole body trembled.
I slapped her ass where it now touched the floor.
Slap!
Despite her translucent skin and the light strike, the imprint of my hand appeared on Second Mother's buttocks.
Seeing the rapidly reddening mark that looked ready to bleed filled me with guilt, but I swung my hand again.
Slap!
Only Fourth Mother—with her volleyball player's physique—could endure such spanking violence.
This would be too much for Second Mother, the most fragile among my mothers. This wasn't play—just pure violence.
She might be bedridden for days after this.
But I didn't stop spanking.
Nor did I stop questioning the fanatic before me.
"What kind of being is the Heavenly Enlightened One?"
Slap!
"Kyaah!"
Second Mother trembled as she raised her butt.
"Uuuuuh, uuuuuuh..."
Tears welled in Second Mother's eyes at her son's depravity.
The guilt was overwhelming—I wanted to embrace her immediately and apologize for everything I'd done... yet my cock throbbed insistently.
Her tear-streaked face, flushed with humiliation even as her pussy dripped lewd fluids, was unbearably erotic.
"...The Holy Benevolent One who—who cares for the wounded..."
Perhaps realizing staying prone would only earn more strikes, Second Mother raised her ass with uncharacteristic speed—almost pathetically quick.
Without thinking, I rewarded her obedience with a soft kiss on her reddened cheeks.
Mwah♥
"Haaaah, uuugh!"
When my lips touched her heated skin, Second Mother's face twisted between pleasure and pain, unsure how to react.
A woman who aroused males instinctively.
Her sickly fragility and naive innocence made tormenting her all the more delicious.
I screamed internally at my sadistic joy in seeing my own mother suffer, yet kept alternating fingers between her two holes.
Squish squish squish squish♥
Thrust thrust!
Unlike my harsh spanking, my fingers scolded her pussy and asshole gently.
Soon her pelvis—which had been flinching from pain—began swaying obscenely.
Unconscious on her part, perhaps, but now it resembled nothing so much as a humiliating ass dance to entice a male's cock.
Vulgar. Lewd.
These images clashed so starkly with Second Mother's usual innocent purity that my excitement grew—yet I didn't stop my task.
Slaaaap—!
"Aghhhh! Hngggh, hngggh!"
Just as I'd softened her holes obscenely, sudden violence made Second Mother wail.
I forgot that this might bring the other mothers running, too focused on imparting truth.
"What kind of being is the Heavenly Enlightened One?"
"Hngg, hngg, son why... Did you eat something bad today? Why are you suddenly...?"
"What kind of being is the Heavenly Enlightened One!"
I shoved my spanking hand near her face as she writhed—too pained to even protect herself, instead burying her face against her abuser's lower stomach.
"Hnggh!"
Seeing fear flash across her face, I tasted a cocktail of guilt, heart-wrenching betrayal, and a domination urge more intoxicating than sexual pleasure.
"S-sorry son. Mom... ugly as I am... shouldn't have entered to serve you. I'll... suck your cock. So stop being angry. Mom isn't sad because it hurts... but because you hitting me means you've hated me all this time..."
Babbling, Second Mother took my cock into her mouth. Her teeth brushed the sensitive glans, lips offering weak suction—a pathetic blowjob compared to First Mother's.
Yet I nearly came instantly.
Because these lips clumsily sucking me were the same ones that—when not chanting about the Heavenly Enlightened One—called me "son" with such maternal warmth.
"Stop the shitty blowjob and answer my question."
I pushed her forehead away, then stood straight, spreading her legs wide to position my bare foot at her pussy entrance.
Second Mother could only whimper and call on her false god, muttering insane plans to purify heretics through terrorism—the ones who'd supposedly corrupted her sweet son.
"Aghhh, again! The heretics must be—punished! Everyone who put these bad thoughts in my sweet son's head must die!"
She struggled against my grip. Though no match for First Mother's bust, her disproportionately large breasts—often requiring my massage for shoulder tension—swayed obscenely above her slender waist.
"Ngggh, it's—the heretics' fault. All their fault... So I must—restart. The Purification Plan... For Lord Heavenly Enlightened One..."
Between the pleasure of sucking cock and pain of spanking, Second Mother's already unstable mind fractured further, spilling dark truths she'd hidden.
Just as I'd suspected.
I'd half-doubted, half-expected this truth—wanted so badly to disbelieve that I'd ignored it until now.
The terrorist incident that got my father executed.
Though ruled as my father and his fanatics acting independently—sparing my mothers prison—the true mastermind wasn't him, but my insane Second Mother.
Meaning the electric chair that took my father should have seated the woman I loved most.
But I couldn't allow that. Though I felt deep remorse toward the victims—enough to want to apologize even in death—my family's safety came first.
So I had to commit filial sacrilege.
To shock even my deranged mother into realizing I wasn't the Heavenly Enlightened One—that she needn't commit terrorism for me.
To ensure she never repeated such acts.
Because next time, not even Third Mother's help could save her.
With no scapegoat like my father left, she'd sit in that very electric chair.
I lowered my bare foot onto her hairless, pristine white pussy.
Then repeated my question to the madwoman:
"What kind of being is the Heavenly Enlightened One?"
"...The kindest, gentlest being in this world..."
"Then what is this?"
"...Huh?"
Confused by pleasure and pain, a rare clarity returned to Second Mother's face.
"What do you mean, son?"
For the first time, I frowned at being called "son."
And for the first time, I voiced the truth myself.
That I was the god.
"How dare you."
"...Eh?"
I pulled her ankles apart, grinding my foot against her pussy.
Pressing her clit with my big toe while rubbing her plump lips with my sole, her pussy soon grew slick against my skin.
"I am the Heavenly Enlightened One."
"...Eh?"
I released her ankles, letting her instinctively retreat from my dominant aura—only to drag her hips back.
Positioning my cock at her dripping entrance.