Chapter 56 The Forbidden Act That Makes Me Want It More (2)
Chapter 56 The Forbidden Act That Makes Me Want It More (2)
I stood firmer than ever, thrusting my erect cock forward like a spear meant to pierce through my fanatical Second Mother as I strode toward her.
For the first time, Second Mother—who had endured countless sexual assaults from me until she finally broke free from her fanaticism and now saw me not as the Heavenly Envoy but as her son—genuinely tried to flee.
Until now, she had restrained herself out of "consideration for her son," fearing our acts might be discovered by my other two mothers. But for the first time, she prioritized her own safety over her son's desires.
Even though she had entered the shower room naked with only a towel draped over her, ready to service me by draining the semen from my balls, she had drawn the line at this.
Mother and son.
Perhaps genuine penetrative sex between a biological mother and son.
Real sex—unlike with First Mother, whose womb was already ruined—with the possibility of pregnancy.
Compared to this, everything I had done to her earlier—the caresses, slapping her milk-filled breasts, even unloading thick ropes of cum deep inside her ass—was just fake sex.
Penetrative sex was the real incest.
Sex that carried the dangerous possibility of pregnancy between kin—that was truly immoral.
Which was why Second Mother had decided that this—being impaled by her own son's cock, accepting his seed into her womb, potentially bearing his child—was the one line she could never cross.
And I had thought the same.
But...
"Fuck... Can't I just not cum inside her?"
I couldn't resist the urge. That same inexplicable force that had driven me to violate Fourth Mother and First Mother surged through me again.
Was it the human experiments from my childhood?
The lingering effects of distributing the Holy Medicine while assisting Fourth Mother?
Or was I truly some divine being, just as Second Mother had once delusionally believed?
The truth was unknowable.
My heart pounded violently as the life I'd built—pretending to be an obedient son—crumbled in real time. All that remained clear was my overwhelming desire to violate the female splayed beneath me, her exposed pussy glistening.
"Get over here!" I barked at Second Mother.
It wasn't the shout of a son.
Nor was it the commanding voice of the Heavenly Envoy revealing the truth to her.
It was the domineering growl of a male, asserting himself over a female who had aroused him.
"No!"
Even the frail, timid Second Mother seemed to sense real danger. Despite her legs being completely drained of strength from enduring my violent, depraved acts, she barely managed to rise and grab the shower door handle, trying to flee.
Just minutes ago, I had desperately wanted her to do exactly this. Now that it was happening, I felt no joy—only the heat of desire as I seized her wrist before she could escape.
"Ah—! N-no... Son... This isn't right..."
Second Mother pleaded with me, her doe-like eyes brimming with tears. Even now, her gaze held little concern for what I was about to do to her.
Her real worry was for me—her son, who was about to cruelly violate his own mother.
Despite entering the shower with nothing but a towel over her naked body, intending to sexually service me, she was still, undeniably, my mother.
She no longer mistook me for the Heavenly Envoy. She was no longer like the 100% pure Holy Medicine that would make her gush fluids from her pussy, mouth, or eyes with just a small dose.
She was, purely and simply, 100% mother.
"Shut up."
And yet, I shoved that mother to the floor.
She resisted desperately, but her soft, plump breasts and buttocks—built without an ounce of muscle—were no match for my strength.
"I-I'll suck you... Until you cum. No, as many times as you need... Just—please, not there... If you don't like how I do it, I'll practice more..."
She had no idea how much her pleas only aroused me further.
A female with less sexual experience than her own son couldn't possibly understand that begging like this was no different from foreplay.
'The plan worked. Second Mother no longer sees me as the Heavenly Envoy. She won't commit any more terror attacks "for my sake."'
Yet I pressed my body against hers as she lay sprawled beneath me. Even when I had fucked her ass before, I had only let our pelvis touch, avoiding skin contact out of shame.
But now, having resolved to cross the ultimate taboo, I didn't care anymore.
Second Mother's translucent skin met mine.
Pale from rarely seeing sunlight, her skin was as soft as it looked—so delicate it could have belonged to a newborn.
And its scent was just as intoxicating, so fresh I wanted to bury my nose in it and inhale deeply.
"Nn— Mmph!"
I silenced her interrupting mouth as I indulged in tasting her body without restraint.
I licked every inch of her.
I revisited the flavor of her stiff nipples, still erect despite her sobs.
I planted deep kisses on the bruised buttocks I had beaten black and blue, ignoring her whimpers as I feasted on her flesh.
Then I buried my face between her thighs, savoring her dripping pussy until her cries melted into moans.
At last, the preparations were complete.
Her pussy was so thoroughly loosened that even its tight appearance wouldn't stop me from plunging inside in one thrust.
In the shower room next to the funeral hall where Father's corpse rotted, I gripped the wrist of Second Mother, who lay motionless as a corpse herself.
My cock, hard for so long and leaking nothing but pre-cum, pressed against her slit.
"...Nooo..."
Her weak protest held no power to stop me.
'...It's fine. I just... I just won't cum inside. I'll only put it in, taste her, then pull out. I'll finish in her ass. That's all. Then there's no risk of pregnancy.'
With that flimsy rationalization, I finally—finally—
Pushed my cock inside my mother's pussy.
The moment I did, two shocking truths struck me.
First: I had fantasized about this for far longer than I'd admitted.
Second: This was rape.
Even when I had spat in her face or choked her earlier, it had paradoxically been an act of "filial piety"—to protect her.
But this?
This was nothing but selfish desire—
A forbidden—
An unforgivable, monstrous act that neither the Celestial Covenant nor the outside world would ever condone—
Incest.
And worse yet, it came with an equally horrific companion:
Rape.
That's what this was.
I was raping a woman who might very well be my biological mother.
"Oooh— Aaah— Nngh!"
A moan escaped me, the same kind Fourth Mother let out when she came. The pleasure was that intense, crashing into my brain like a tidal wave.
My hips trembled. My mouth fell open, moans spilling out unbidden.
Second Mother's pussy clenched around me, its every ridge and contour pressing against my cock with obscene clarity.
Squelch— Glurk!
Despite my normally boundless stamina, I came almost instantly—like a virgin—without even thrusting once.
"...Fuck."
"...Hic."
I slowly pulled my now-limp cock out of her impossibly tight pussy.
Splurt—
My son's cum oozed out of his mother's cunt.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"
I howled, staring at Second Mother's pussy, filled with my seed.
The post-nut clarity I had avoided through multiple orgasms now hit me all at once, forcing me to confront what I had done.
Emptiness.
Then something far worse—despair and self-loathing—slammed into me.
I dropped to my knees, feeling like I wanted to die.
But then—
"...It's okay, son. I'm... I'm fine."
Despite the unspeakable horror I had inflicted on her, Second Mother mustered all her strength to sit up, pull me close, and embrace me.
Her milk-heavy breasts—marked with my bite and fingerprints—pressed against my face.
Shamelessly, I grew hard again from the sensation.
But though my cock stiffened, I wasn't consumed by lust like before.
Only guilt, despair, and the terrifying thought—What if she gets pregnant?
"It's okay... It's okay, my son. I'm here."
Her hand patted the back of my neck—the same hand that had comforted me when I cried in pain after the human experiments.
And now, that same motherly hand—
"Hnng!"
—grabbed my cock.
"It's okay, son. If you're hurting... You can use my body to ease it however you need."
I looked up at Second Mother's face as she clumsily stroked me.
The same face I had known since childhood—unchanged, now looking more like a peer than a mother.
Swollen-eyed from my abuse, exhaustion dulling her gaze.
Yet still overflowing with love...
For her son.
Perhaps she had resigned herself, knowing there was no undoing what her son had already done.
Or perhaps her love for me had overcome even the immorality of our act.
Either way, Second Mother never once told me to stop again.
Her inexperience was obvious, but she eagerly changed positions at my direction, smiling playfully as she pleasured me with her mouth.
Though guilt weighed on me, I wasn't disciplined enough to resist the depraved desires I had harbored for so long.
I began teaching her the techniques I had learned from Fourth Mother—imparting them to the woman who was both Fourth Mother's older sister and my Second Mother.
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"Really... What's so good about an old woman like me? You're handsome—you could have any young, pretty girl you want... Ah! N-not like that—sucking my nipples is lewd!"
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"Haa... Why do you like an older woman like me so much? Why do you suck there so hungrily...?"
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"Mmm... You can cum inside me. It's okay. Go ahead... Don't hesitate. Fill me up."
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"My skin is nice? Hah... You don't have to lie. What's the point of complimenting an old woman like me? Da-eun is much prettier anyway, so stop comparing us."
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"Wh-what?! You want me to dance naked, shaking my hips?! ...Fine, fine! I'll do it! Just—don't look so sad, son."
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"Sigh... What kind of mother does these things for her son? What's so great about me...?"
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"This isn't good for either of us. But... I can't just watch you suffer... And as your mother, it's my duty to relieve the seed in your balls... So whenever you need it... You can use my body however you want. The things you can't do to Da-eun... You can do to me. I won't hate you for it."
The moment I heard those words, I could hold back no longer.
I kissed Second Mother—no, the woman I loved—full on the lips.
At first, she recoiled, as if repulsed by the intimacy. But seeing the sincerity in my eyes, her startled expression softened.
With a resigned smile, she playfully puckered her lips toward me.
I sucked on them—more lewdly than I had ever sucked her pussy—with a tongue so vulgar it would put my filthiest acts to shame.
"Mmph—! Mmm... Nngh... ♥♥♥ ...Good."