Chapter 53 Filial Piety (2)
Chapter 53 Filial Piety (2)
My son's cock twitched eagerly against Second Mother's pussy, as if desperate to pierce through what might have genuinely been her virgin hole right then and there.
Her pussy, too, was dripping with lewd juices—whether because it didn't recognize the cock rubbing against its entrance as her son's or because it didn't care if it was his.
"A-Ah, son—no! Not there! W-We're mother and son. You absolutely mustn't do such a—"
"You used to call me the Heavenly Envoy. And the Heavenly Envoy likes spanking Mommy's ass and stabbing her pussy until it hurts."
"D-Don't say such things! That's blasphemy...!"
"I am a god. How dare a mere lowly priestess like you judge what is or isn't blasphemy against me?"
"...Ah, f-forgive me, Heavenly Envoy."
I mirrored Second Mother's habit of switching between calling me her son and the Heavenly Envoy, deliberately confusing her. Then, I pushed just the tip of my cock ever so slightly into her pussy.
"Hnggghh..."
I let out a groan.
Even if it was just the tip, my cock was unusually large—though not enough to cause real pain. Yet, I already felt the urge to cum.
It wasn't like First Mother's pussy, which wrapped snugly around my entire length, nor like Fourth Mother's, which burned so hot it felt like it might scorch me. But the tightness? It surpassed both of theirs.
This wasn't just pleasure—it was an overwhelming, almost violent tightness, as if her pussy was forcibly milking my cum out of me.
Second Mother's hole was a warrior's pussy—tough and unyielding, completely at odds with her gentle personality and soft appearance.
"Aaaaahhh—! Son, stooop—! Ah, no! Absolutely not! What if I end up pregnant?!"
For a moment, I pictured it—Second Mother, her womb filled with my cum, accepting my seed into her eggs, her belly swelling as she carried her own son's child.
The image alone was enough to make my brain tingle with depravity, and a part of me was screaming that this was wrong, that I shouldn't be doing this.
Squelch!
But I ignored that voice and pressed forward even more aggressively.
Because I had to perform this act of "filial piety" for Second Mother—my fanatical pseudo-religious devotee.
"...Kuh, hng! I-I am not your son. I am the Heavenly Envoy."
"...Eh?"
Even Second Mother, who normally called me the Heavenly Envoy in her obsessive gaslighting, sounded doubtful now.
"H-Heavenly Envoy? Is it really you? Truly?"
Her voice grew even more suspicious.
I pulled my cock out of her pussy—already on the verge of cumming—and instead positioned myself at her other hole, red and swollen from being forced open earlier. I began fingering her again.
This time, I didn't use just one finger. I pressed my index and middle fingers together and pushed in.
"Ughh—! Ughhhh—!"
Squelch, squelch, squuuueeze—!
Second Mother's asshole, clenched even tighter than her pussy, was being pried apart by her son's fingers.
The pain of having a place that should never be invaded forced open made the frail woman scream in agony.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh... H-Heavenly Envoy—! S-Soooon...!"
Her voice wavered between calling me the Heavenly Envoy and begging her son for mercy. I was moved nearly to tears—but I didn't stop my depravity. No, my filial piety.
I turned the shower water up louder to drown out her cries.
Splashhh—!
"Ah, it hurts. It hurts... Please stop, son... Mommy's sorry."
Second Mother, now limp on the floor, had lost even the strength to resist.
I climbed on top of her, pressing my full weight down, and positioned the tip of my cock—previously at her pussy—against the hole I had just stretched with my fingers.
Originally, I had planned to use her pussy, tormenting and scolding her before pulling out to avoid creampieing her. But her tightness was too overwhelming—I wasn't sure I could resist cumming inside.
But mere spanking or gentle play wouldn't be enough to teach Second Mother a lesson. So I chose this instead.
A place no man had ever violated—a virgin asshole, reserved only for her son.
"I am the Heavenly Envoy. Do not resist."
I pinned her thighs down with my knees, forcing her against the floor, and used both hands to spread her cheeks apart.
Her pink hole stared back at me. It was even more virginal and obscene than her pussy—a sight so sinful it was maddening.
"...Stop. ...Mommy's going to cry."
Her broken voice filled me with guilt—but I knew Second Mother's true nature.
She only acted like this with me, her son—or rather, the one she believed was the Heavenly Envoy. But in reality, she was a monster who handled traitors within the cult, brainwashing them without mercy.
If her crimes were exposed again, no one would be able to protect her.
So I had to break her madness here. Ruthlessly, like snapping a cock in half.
My son's cock slid into Second Mother's asshole. Even after fingering her, the entrance was still tight.
"...Get up. It's not going in. Assume the position—serve the Heavenly Envoy properly."
I lifted her slender waist while keeping my cock partially inside, forcing her onto all fours.
Second Mother remained stiff, holding the position like Fourth Mother had during her first time.
But if I pounded her like this, she'd hurt her back. So I pressed down on her waist.
"Now! Do you not hear me?!"
Seeing myself forcing sex on a sobbing Second Mother, I suddenly resembled my father—the cult leader. But I couldn't stop this "filial piety."
I had to save my family. And this depravity was the only way to save Second Mother from her own madness.
"...The Heavenly Envoy wouldn't do this."
Second Mother weakly protested, but I ignored her and pushed my cock deeper into her ass.
"Hnnngggg—!"
"Aaaahhhh—!"
Anal sex was a first for both of us, and it wasn't a place meant to take a cock. I doubted it would feel good—but the unfamiliar tightness of Second Mother's asshole gave me an unexpected pleasure.
It was a different kind of thrill.
I moved slowly, already on the verge of cumming.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...!"
Even though I was being careful, Second Mother couldn't stop whimpering.
Hearing her cries, I panicked—what if Third Mother, who doted on Second Mother like a younger sister, came running?
If that happened, my plan to "save" Second Mother through this depravity would be ruined.
I'd just be a shameless bastard caught raping his own mother and brutally fucking her ass.
"Shhh—! Shut up, shut up! I'm serving you like you wanted!"
I quickly covered her mouth and hissed.
Second Mother, drenched in shower water, shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her face.
"Stop, son... This isn't right."
You're the one who came to me for 'service,' you bitch!
After everything I was enduring—the guilt, the shame—for her sake...!
Despite my frustration, I forced a gentle smile, mimicking the smooth hip movements I'd learned with Fourth Mother as I pushed deeper.
I channeled my father—the executed cult leader—delivering a sermon with a serene face that hid my rage.
"I've told you already. I am the Heavenly Envoy."
"...Is it really you?"
Second Mother, still half-doubting, asked again through her pain—worse than the spankings, worse than the shame of her son's cock violating her.
"Hngh."
In response, I shoved my cock all the way in—balls-deep—in one brutal thrust.
"UGHHH, AAAAH—! HNNNG, HNNNGGHH!"
Before she could scream, I muffled her with my hand and thrust even deeper.
"SOOOON—! SOOOOON—!"
Pinned beneath me, Second Mother begged with tearful eyes.
Inside, I was tormented—but outwardly, I kept up the act, coldly playing the Heavenly Envoy.
"Son? How foolish. I am the self-born existence of this earth."
That was the cult's doctrine.
Even as Second Mother collapsed under the assault, I kept pounding her ass mercilessly—like a boxer hammering a downed opponent's face.
Thwap thwap thwap! Thwap thwap thwap!
Squelch squelch squelch! Squelch squelch squelch!
It sounded less like sex and more like violence—but amidst her sobs, Second Mother's moans grew lewder.
Still, I didn't stop.
This was just the beginning.