Chapter 58 The Youngest Mother, Yun Gaeul (2)
Chapter 58 The Youngest Mother, Yun Gaeul (2)
"W-what is this...?"
The youngest mother muttered as she stared at my semen splattered on the floor. Then, she cautiously stretched out her foot clad in white socks and lightly tapped the still-warm, sticky white fluid with her toes.
The viscous liquid—clearly not water—stretched and clung to her white sock in long strands.
...It's over.
My secret longing and excitement for the youngest mother had just come to an end.
From now on, she would undoubtedly see me as nothing more than a pervert who jerked off in the shower on the day of my father's funeral.
The rough, instinctive rimming from the devout second mother.
The mind-melting pleasure that followed.
My admiration and yearning for the youngest mother, who could have lived a successful life if she hadn't been dragged into this cult.
And now, the shame of ejaculating my perverse, taboo incestuous filth at her feet.
All these emotions tangled together, leaving me momentarily speechless before I finally managed to stammer out an excuse.
"I—I was masturbating! ...Just masturbating. That's why I was late."
Since my semen had already stained her white sock, there was no way to deny that the mess on the floor was mine.
So, in my panic, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind... only to realize it was the worst possible excuse I could have given in this situation.
If she cursed me and stormed out right now, I wouldn't blame her.
"...Ugh... eugh..."
The youngest mother's face twisted in disgust at my pathetic excuse.
Too ashamed to meet her eyes, I hung my head low.
"...Alright. Then finish up quickly and come out. Third Mother is waiting."
But, to my surprise, she didn't get angry or act repulsed. Instead, she simply accepted it.
Was this kind of thing... normal in the outside world?
A son jerking off in the shower on the day of his father's funeral?
...No, that couldn't be.
I lifted my head, torn between fear, hope, and shock.
The youngest mother, who had been slightly bent over to inspect the mess on the floor, seemed to sense my gaze and looked up at me.
Then, she gave me an awkward smile.
"Um... if you're having trouble... handling it yourself... you can... uh..."
Her voice trailed off again, and when I reflexively asked, "Huh?" she flinched, her eyes darting to my half-exposed cock peeking through the shower door.
"T-that thing."
The bashful youngest mother hesitated once more before, instead of saying it outright, she gestured with her hand to describe that thing.
Somehow, that was even more obscene and humiliating than if she had just said it, but she didn't seem to realize how it looked.
"It's because of Da-eun, right? ...That's why you're like this? Otherwise, there's no way you'd... do something like this. So, if you ever feel too overwhelmed, just tell me... I am your mother, after all. I can't just stand by if my son is suffering. The Holy Medicine... it's a blessing from Cheonmyeong-nim, but if you don't release its energy properly, it can strain your body."
I studied her with a hint of suspicion.
I knew she was smart—she had entered a prestigious university as the top student—but in daily life, she was often overly naive and oblivious. I had assumed she had no idea what I did with the fourth mother...
But thanks to her misunderstanding, I had narrowly escaped disaster, and I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away.
"Y-yeah! It's the Holy Medicine. Some of it got absorbed into my body, so I had no choice."
"That's really serious."
She replied in a stiff, textbook-like tone before forcing an awkward smile to lighten the mood.
Just then, the second mother—jealous of being ignored—suddenly bit down lightly on my balls.
The sharp pleasure made my cock twitch again, pushing it further out through the shower door.
"Eeek!"
The youngest mother shrieked at the sight of my unusually large member, covering her face with both hands in a fluster.
Unlike the promiscuous first mother or even the fourth mother—who had put on a show of experience during our first time—the youngest mother's reaction was refreshingly innocent.
And though she hid her face, she peeked through her fingers, which I found oddly cute.
"...Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.
"If you can't handle it alone... do you want me to help a little?"
She made a light fist-pumping gesture with her hand.
Then—
Squeeeeeech!
The second mother, consumed by jealousy, aggressively rimmed my asshole.
If I left her unchecked, she'd probably tear my balls off with her teeth. But I couldn't let the youngest mother find out someone else was in here with me.
"I-I'm fine! Really! I'll finish up and come out soon, just wait a little longer."
"But Third Mother said to hurry..."
"J-just ten more minutes, then I'll come out."
"...Are you really sure?"
I clenched my teeth, nodding furiously as I fought back moans from the second mother's relentless assault.
The youngest mother's expression hardened, but she hesitated before finally stepping closer—toward my erect cock.
But whether she realized it was too much for her or not, she soon turned and reluctantly left the changing room.
Creak—Thud.
The door closed completely.
"Haaah... haaah..."
Only then did I let out a ragged breath, trying to calm my pounding heart. I quickly turned around and pulled the second mother's tongue out of my asshole.
I had planned to ask her why she did that, but the sight of her slightly swollen lips—from how vigorously she had been rimming me—made my anger fade instantly.
"Why did you do that? She almost saw us."
"No."
"Huh?"
"Not 'Mother'... not right now. I don't... want to be your mother."
I stared at her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks—but not from the pain of being violated like before. No, this was the face of someone who had made a firm decision, even through sorrow.
I had known her for years, but I had never imagined she could look like this—except when she was lost in religious fanaticism.
That made sense. Aside from her obsession with the cult's insane doctrines and me, her own son, she had no real biological desires. She was even on good terms with the greedy first mother.
"I want... to be a woman. Your woman, Lee Eun-woo."
Then, as if challenging me, she lifted her head and met my eyes.
In that brief moment—when the second mother looked at me not as a mother, but as a woman—countless memories of our time together flashed through my mind.
But because of that, my conclusion could only be one thing.
I stepped forward and pressed my cock against her determined face.
"We still have... ten minutes left, right?"
"I'll only cum once more."
"...That's enough."
The second mother crawled toward me on her knees and shoved me hard in the stomach.
I could have resisted, but I let myself fall backward.
She then struggled to lift her naked body—still covered in my fingerprints—before aligning her hips with my fully erect cock.
As if knowing I would refuse to cum inside her pussy, she instead pushed my length into her ass, biting her lip to endure the pain as she began rocking her hips.
For me, lying beneath her, this was the ultimate service—a kind of play only a mother, not just any woman, could provide.
We didn't speak, only panted, as she rode me hundreds of times.
Unlike with the first or fourth mother, I didn't bother holding back. I tightened my ass, ready to release inside her.
"Nngh—I'm gonna cum!"
"No!"
Just then, the second mother—who had been bracing herself on my chest—reached down and grabbed both my wrists.
With strength I didn't know her frail body possessed, she pinned my arms and lifted her hips, pulling my cock out of her ass with a wet schlllrp.
Then, with a squelch, she slammed me deep into her pussy instead.
"No, don't—!"
"Yes!"
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close before whispering into my ear.
"Come on, don't hold back... cum as much as you want. My precious boy... Eun-woo."
Her voice was like a trigger.
I came instantly, and at the same time, all the strength left the second mother's body as she collapsed on top of me.
After catching my breath, I carefully pushed her off and laid her on the floor.
Then, I grabbed the showerhead, aimed it at her entrance, and began scooping out my cum with my fingers.
It was probably too late already... but pregnancy wasn't that easy. And after cumming so much today, I doubted there was any potency left in my semen.
As I worked, my mind grew colder, sharper, lost in thought.
The woman who had acted strangely around me earlier.
The youngest mother, who had caught me in the act yet not only let it slide but even offered to help.
And the second mother—who, despite all the rough things I had done to snap her out of her fanaticism, had just confessed her love to me.
Even I, who dismissed the cult as superstition, couldn't ignore these signs.
It seemed I had a special power.
A power to seduce women—to make them love only me. The kind of perverse ability befitting the son of a cult leader.