Chapter 54 Filial Piety (3)
Chapter 54 Filial Piety (3)
Her body bore the lewd marks of her son's touch—whether on her breasts, lower belly, or buttocks, it didn't matter.
Even now, though she might not be fully conscious of it, her obscene asshole clenched tightly around her son's cock, as if refusing to let go.
I was as excited now as I had been when I first pierced Fourth Mother's hymen with my cock—or when I shattered my own innocence alongside hers.
No, it was different this time.
Back then, there had been a youthful, almost romantic tenderness between us, where the pleasure of sex came second. But now, pleasure took precedence over any semblance of emotion.
Even as I forced my cock into Second Mother's tight asshole—all to shatter her fanaticism—I was consumed by an exhilaration born from committing this depravity under the guise of love.
Splash—
"Agh—! Agh—! Aghhh—!"
The sound of shower water hitting the tiles mixed with Second Mother's desperate, sobbing cries.
She writhed in pain, instinctively trying to escape, but I dug my fingers into her hips hard enough to leave marks, dragging her back toward me.
Her knees slid across the wet floor, forcing her asshole closer to my cock once more.
Without foreplay, without sweet words, without any regard for pacing—I simply rammed into her, brutal and relentless, destroying her backdoor with my shaft.
"Hah—! Aghhh—! Aaaahn—! ...Ngh♥ ...Ah!"
Her screams gradually twisted into moans laced with arousal.
And I—her own son—felt nothing but deep disgust hearing it.
How could she get excited while being violated by her own child?
What made her any different from First Mother now?
That disgust turned to rage, and though it was unnecessary, I raised my hand high—
SMACK!
—and struck her ass again, where the skin had already peeled from repeated slaps, leaving behind bruises and faint traces of blood.
"Agh—?!"
Her body slumped forward, but she instinctively arched her back, pressing her ass harder against my cock.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Even while being treated like this... you like it, don't you?"
"......No... no, I don't..."
Second Mother weakly shook her head, muttering in denial.
But she wasn't panicking over her son's depravity—she was panicking over herself, over the fact that she was getting aroused from being fucked in the ass.
"'No'? Then what's this?"
I paused mid-thrust, sliding my fingers between her legs.
A sticky, lewd fluid coated my fingers, its scent thick in the air.
For a brief moment, I considered tasting it—but instead, I shoved my wet fingers in front of her face.
"You're dripping like this! Don't lie—you are turned on!"
Though I had never played the role of a cult leader before, I had grown up surrounded by them. I knew exactly how to dig into Second Mother's weaknesses, how to exploit the darkest corners of her mind.
"No, I'm not!"
"Tch. How dare you close your eyes when the Divine Oracle is speaking?"
"......You—you never used to talk like this! The Divine Oracle wasn't like this before!"
Hearing her agonized voice, I smiled bitterly.
Everything was going according to plan. Second Mother was already denying that I was the Divine Oracle.
But even though this was what I had wanted all along—the fact that it came from depravity, not filial piety—left me with nothing but sorrow.
"I am the Divine Oracle. You were the one who kept insisting on it."
"...But... you're nothing like before."
This tedious, miserable conversation had gone on long enough.
I slid my arm between her thighs.
"Huh—?"
She didn't know what I was planning, but her body trembled in fear, sensing something terrible was coming.
I hooked my arm under her legs, lifting her up until her back rested against my chest—
The carry-fuck position.
I had always wanted to try this with Fourth Mother, but given her height, muscle, and weight, it would've been too difficult.
But Second Mother? Frail and light—lifting her was effortless.
"Eek—?!"
She let out a startled, almost cute yelp as her feet left the ground.
As adorable as she sounded, I wasn't done being cruel yet.
I carried her toward the mirror.
"N-No! Please, no!"
Realizing what I was about to do, she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head violently.
"Open them."
I commanded, staring at our reflection in the shower mirror.
Second Mother's frail body, her virgin asshole stretched around her son's cock, her thighs forcibly spread—her exposed pussy on full display.
This was the kind of degrading play that would shame even a prostitute—
And I, her son, was forcing it upon her.
But I couldn't stop.
I had to break her fanaticism.
I had to torment her until she herself realized I was no Divine Oracle—until she could never again commit terror in the name of her faith.
"Open your eyes."
"No... Divine Oracle... please, not this..."
"Open them. Or else—"
I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered something no son should ever say to his mother—
A threat.
"If you don't, I'll shove my cock into your pussy next. You've taken me before—you know how rough I can be."
Terrified, Second Mother reluctantly opened her eyes—
Then turned her head slightly, looking at me with something unfamiliar in her gaze.
Not the voice of a fanatic searching for her Divine Oracle—
But the voice of a mother, deeply concerned for her son's behavior.
"...You don't do this to Da-eun, do you?"
Her tone was soft, almost pleading.
"She's more fragile than she looks. So... do these things... only to me. ...Okay?"
"Shut up!"
Even now, with my cock buried in her ass, even now, held up in this degrading position—she still had the nerve to act like my mother.
Disgusted, I tightened my grip on her thighs and began rocking her hips back and forth.
Thrust—! Thrust—!
With each movement, her ass bounced against my pelvis.
"Ngh—! Hahhh—!"
If my earlier fucking had been rough but still carried some twisted pleasure for her, this was pure brutality—using her body like nothing more than a fleshlight.
She shouldn't have been enjoying it.
And yet—
Her pussy was dripping.
With her reflection right in front of her, she couldn't possibly miss her own arousal.
Sex not for procreation, but for pleasure.
Anal penetration—not vaginal.
Ejaculation not into a womb, but into a rectum.
Everything the cult strictly forbade.
And yet—
Second Mother was soaking wet.
From her own son's cock.
"P-Please stop, Divine Oracle! Th-This is wrong!"
"Hah—! Hahhh—! Who gave you the right to order me around?"
I listened to the sound of her faith crumbling as I rammed into her harder, faster.
I couldn't hold back much longer.
Her asshole—though recently deflowered—was tighter than Fourth Mother's pussy, a paradoxically resilient hole that didn't match her frail body or gentle nature.
"Nghhh—! Hahhh—! I'm—! I'm cumming! Drink it all—every last drop! If you let even a single bead of the Divine Oracle's seed spill, I'll drag you straight to hell!"
I shoved her head down, pinning her in place as I erupted inside her.
Even after all the times I'd cum today—this was the most intense yet.
Splurt—
As my cock softened and slipped out, the thick load trapped inside her began leaking out in sticky strands.
"Hic—! H-Hic...! H-Hah...!"
Tears streamed down Second Mother's face.
I wanted to believe she was crying from the brutality of what her son had done to her—
But the truth was far worse.
She was crying because the Divine Oracle she had worshipped had betrayed her.
I wanted to cry too.
No—inside, I was crying, louder than her.
The moment my arousal faded, crushing guilt took its place.
But my filial duty wasn't over yet.
Gently, I cupped Second Mother's tear-streaked face.
Mistaking it for comfort, she instinctively leaned into my touch—
Schlurp—♥
But what I pressed against her lips wasn't my hand.
It was my cock.
Something a son should never force upon his mother.
"Huh—?"
"'Huh' what? Suck. I've only cum once. I'm going at least five times tonight. And since your ass is already ruined, I'm using your pussy next. So get yourself ready. Not that I care if you tear."
"Don't do this to your mother... son..."
SMACK!
Another strike landed—this time far worse than before.
The earlier slaps had been on fleshy areas like her ass or breasts—painful, but bearable, something that could almost be mistaken for rough affection.
But this—
"How dare you call me 'son'! I am the one and only self-born existence in this world—neither father nor mother!"
I struck her across the face—
Then, mimicking the voice of my executed father, the cult's betrayers, and First Mother—who tortured rational people in the name of faith—I snarled:
"What are you waiting for? Suck your Divine Oracle's cock!"
Second Mother obeyed.
With clumsy, hesitant licks, she began servicing me.
Before long, I was hard again.
I grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down.
This time, she didn't resist. She didn't search for the Divine Oracle.
She simply became what her son wanted—
A living onahole.
Whether it was kissing, handjobs, or even rimming—she gave her son whatever he demanded.
Her eyes growing emptier by the second.
In the end, my filial piety had succeeded.
Second Mother would never see me as a false god again.
But it also meant we could never go back to being mother and son.