Chapter 55 The More Forbidden It Is, The More I Want To Do It (1)

I had shattered Second Mother's fanaticism with my son's cock, just as I had planned, but even after that, I couldn't bring myself to pull away from her body.

Before I knew it, the sun had fully risen, and the timing for escape had long passed.

Even if I returned to the cult now, things could never go back to the way they were—I hadn't obeyed Fourth Mother meekly, I had screwed over First Mother, and now I had even done this to Second Mother. There was no going back.

From now on, I'd either be discarded by Fourth Mother or, if I was lucky, given the occasional scrap of affection like a bone thrown to a dog—but most likely, I'd be reduced to nothing more than a holy dildo for their pleasure.

And as for First Mother... the things she would do to me would be far worse.

No, not would—will. There was no doubt about it. After the blow I had dealt her, she would retaliate without fail.

But what unsettled me more than any of those looming dangers was the question of how I should face Second Mother now, after what had happened.

With the face of her son?

Or with the face of the Heavenly Envoy?

Neither seemed possible.

So, to escape reality, I buried myself even deeper in the act of ravaging Second Mother's body.

Though it was my mother's body, I pressed my nose into her armpits, which carried the faint, milky scent of a baby. Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breasts, stomach, thighs, calves—even her plump cheeks—were so soft that not a trace of muscle could be felt, and I groped and squeezed them all mercilessly.

Each time, a perverse pleasure surged through me, along with a twisted sense of sadism and conquest.

This was the kind of desire my father would have reveled in. Normally, I would have rejected and denied it, but Second Mother's face and body were far too enticing.

So, to forget the impending disasters looming over me, I surrendered myself even more completely to the immediate pleasure.

A part of me knew how foolish this was, but the sheer thrill of having destroyed the family bonds I had cherished for so long—by my own will and my own cock—was overwhelming. The greater the consequences, the more intoxicating the pleasure became.

"......Son, let's stop now, okay? You've already come five times."

At some point, Second Mother, who had been sprawled limply on the shower floor, weakly opened her mouth to speak.

I glanced at her ass, still red and swollen from my relentless pounding, trickling with my cum from her gaping hole.

Even though I had just ejaculated and my cock had gone limp, it hardened again in an instant.

An astonishing recovery—one even I, its owner, couldn't comprehend.

For an average man, even if he had taken dozens of Holy Medicines and pumped his dick full of blood to the point of risking a heart attack, this level of stamina would have been impossible.

But for me, it was possible. My cock, despite having already fucked her so many times, still wasn't satisfied. It twitched restlessly, as if complaining that while I had taken her ass, I still hadn't tasted her pussy—the most delicious hole of all.

'Second Mother... is most likely my real mother.'

I walked over to her and pressed my cock against her face, forcing myself to remember that fact.

It was an attempt to summon some self-restraint.

After just one session with me today, Second Mother had clearly gained experience. Even without my orders, she was now deftly cleaning my cock with her mouth, wiping away her own saliva and juices.

Schlick, schlick, schlllick~♥

Sensing something unusual in my demeanor, Second Mother looked up at me with a maternal expression—her cheeks hollowing, her eyes curving into crescents, her philtrum stretching obscenely—as she gave my cock a filthy blowjob.

"Nngh... nghh..."

It felt... good.

Not as good as First Mother's shamelessly skilled blowjobs, but the sheer mental pleasure ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of having Second Mother greedily sucking me off was many times more intense.

"Feels good, right? So... let's stop here. ......Just for today."

At some point, Second Mother had stopped calling me "Heavenly Envoy" and was now addressing me simply as her son.

According to the teachings of the Cheonmyeong Cult, the Heavenly Envoy was supposed to be a benevolent deity—a far cry from the violent, cruel things I had done to her. So naturally, she had snapped out of her delusion and accepted that I wasn't the Heavenly Envoy after all.

That much was satisfying.

But the fact that my depraved acts of filial piety had left Second Mother afraid of me now—that wounded me deeply.

It was ridiculous for the perpetrator to feel hurt, but... I was still her son, no matter what I had done to her.

'Considering the age gap, First Mother—Mun Ye-hwa—is the most likely candidate for my real mother... But Ji-yeon noona is definitely her biological daughter, and First Mother isn't the type to have two kids...'

I reached out and grabbed Second Mother's shoulders.

She trembled instinctively, unable to forget the way I had roughly taken her just moments ago.

Which meant... I should stop now.

'I slapped my mother's face, choked her neck, and fucked her asshole so hard it gaped open—and not just any mother, but the frailest of them all.'

My hands slid down from her shoulders, and my fingers lightly pinched her nipples.

"Hih...!"

Second Mother squeezed her eyes shut and let out a shaky breath, bracing herself for another round of violence.

The sight filled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me with immense guilt... and at the same time, excitement.

I could feel it—the blood of my father, the cult leader I despised, coursing through my veins.

'I've already crossed the line... What's one step further?'

"A-Ahh... Son, don't play with Mommy's nipples like that..."

Second Mother let out a lewd moan as she weakly protested.

But ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ignoring her and taking her body as I pleased was all too easy.

The only barrier was in my mind.

If I could overcome that, I could taste the truly depraved pleasure of real incest—something I had never experienced before.

Fourth Mother, Kang Da-eun—though I called her "Mother," she was really more like a violent older sister.

First Mother, Mun Ye-hwa—though I called her "Mother," she was so promiscuous that she had never shown me a shred of maternal affection.

Second Mother was different.

The other two mothers were beautiful in their own ways, each possessing their own charm that could rival Second Mother's... but neither of them had ever given me the warmth of a mother's love.

"H-Here, I'll suck your cock again... N-No, you can fuck me. Just... just wait a bit. Let me scoop out all your cum inside me... with my fingers..."

Terrified of my violence and dominance, Second Mother groveled before me—her own son. The sight filled me with crushing guilt.

So I told myself:

'I shouldn't do this.'

And at the same time, I craved it.

Because it was forbidden... the more taboo it was, the more I desired it.

The greatest taboo of all—incest with my real mother.

And among all acts of incest with one's mother, the greatest taboo of all—vaginal penetration.

"Gulp."

I swallowed hard, crouching down as Second Mother curled up and dug her fingers into her ass, trying to scoop out my cum. Meanwhile, my fingers began teasing her nipples and armpits.

By now, it was almost second nature.

"Hnngg—D-Don't touch me like that!"

Ignoring her protests, I used the skills I had honed on Fourth Mother and perfected on First Mother to quickly bring Second Mother to climax. Then, I sank back into deep contemplation.

'If I don't cum inside, it's fine. Then... it's no different from fucking her ass. Whether it's her pussy or her ass... as long as I don't cum inside, there's no risk of pregnancy, right?'

"We shouldn't do this... A mother and son... shouldn't do this."

At that moment, Second Mother spoke up, as if sensing my gaze fixed on the juices dripping from her pussy.

For me, who had been desperately holding back my urges, those words were like a signal flare.

"From the start..."

Gulp.

I stared openly at Second Mother's pussy.

Even more untouched-looking than Fourth Mother's, whom I had deflowered myself—a tight, straight slit, so pristine it was almost transparent.

Even more fragrant than First Mother's, who embezzled believers' money to spend exorbitant amounts on skincare and pussy care.

"......You started it first."

Because of her, I had missed the perfect chance to escape the cult.

Because of her, my life would be completely ruined. And before that—the abuse disguised as doctrinal studies, the human experiments.

Unforgivable sins.

So... I had to take my payment, my compensation, from Second Mother.

I knew it was a flimsy justification.

But how could I resist when that pussy—the forbidden fruit no ordinary son should ever lay eyes on, let alone defile—was dripping with lewd juices, tempting me? When I had already cum inside her ass two, three times, but hadn't even dipped the tip of my cock into her most delicious hole?

"It's Mommy's fault... for being like this... How can a mother be this tempting...? How can a mother keep seducing her own son like this?!

Every time you hugged me from behind in your apron, I could feel your tits pressed against me—do you know how hard I had to fight to keep from getting hard? Do you know how disgusted I was with myself for getting turned on by my own mother?!

......It's all your fault. This is all because of you! ......Do you understand? How much I loved you...?"