Chapter 6 Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun
Chapter 6 Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun
I jerked up from the toilet seat, succumbing to Fourth Mother's bizarre seduction.
Seeing my reaction, she flashed me a beautiful smile.
Of course, that smile wasn't for me—it was for my dick, twitching obscenely toward her pussy.
Even in the throes of excitement—my heart pounding, my cock throbbing, pre-cum leaking—my mind turned cold.
I came to my senses.
This couldn't go on.
I couldn't let myself be jerked around by Fourth Mother—no, by that bitch Kang Da-eun—like I always had been.
I knew exactly how this would end.
I'd be grinding my hips until she was satisfied. Even if my balls were drained dry, even if my dick was rubbed raw and aching, she wouldn't care about my condition—she'd just tighten around me, milking me for every drop.
And if I passed out, collapsing onto the women's restroom floor, she'd pat my dick approvingly, flick it once with her finger, and leave me there—stepping out alone, thoroughly sated.
This had happened countless times before.
So I made a firm decision.
I had never dared to act like this toward Fourth Mother before, but I mustered my courage.
With Father dead and the police dismantling the cult, there was no reason left to grovel before her.
"No."
"Huh?"
"What do you take me for? Some free fucktoy who comes running whenever you call? Who sucks your dick and licks your pussy on command, then obediently fucks off when you're tired?"
"W-what's with the attitude all of a sudden? You liked it too! So stop being mad and just stick it in already, okay? ♥ You're not gonna leave Mommy's pussy hanging, are you?"
Normally, any hint of defiance would've sent her lunging at me, fists flying. But today, Fourth Mother was unusually docile, coaxing me with a gentleness I knew was fake.
She was too turned on to bother with anger.
"......."
In the past, I would've fallen for that fake sweetness—serving her with blowjobs or missionary, whatever she wanted. But not anymore.
After Father's death, everything had changed. Even I, his son, could feel it.
I couldn't stay the obedient little boy forever. I had to become a man.
"You've had enough foreplay. And you know you like it too. Mommy's pussy is still practically brand-new."
Even as I glared at her in anger, Fourth Mother ignored my feelings entirely, fixating only on my cock.
"...Fine. I'll give it to you. Just like you want."
"Yay! ♥"
Fourth Mother grinned, spreading her legs wide like the depraved bitch she was.
True to her athletic background, her body was flexible. As her legs splayed open, her pretty pussy came into full view.
I'd eaten her out countless times, but it never failed to impress—a perfectly shaped pussy.
Do beautiful women have pretty pussies too? The thought crossed my mind for a second.
But I raised my leg—not to fuck her, but to stomp on her pussy.
"...Huh? Son, wait—ahhhhk!"
I drove my foot down onto her pussy, pressing my big toe firmly against her clit.
But this time, I paid much more attention to my movements.
First, I lightly scraped her clit with my toenail.
Then, I pressed the thickest part of my sole against her mound, applying pressure to her entire pussy.
Finally, I wiggled my ankle, letting my toes slide into the gap between her pussy lips.
I repeated this motion—up and down, fast—three times in under a second.
Schlick—squish—squelch! ♥
Schlick—squish—squelch! ♥
I didn't even need my dick.
Fourth Mother started cumming wildly—not from her son's cock, but from his bare foot pressing down on her pussy.
"Nngh? Ahhh? W-why does this feel so—ahhhhk! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH... ♥ Why does it feel so good being stepped on...? Son, don't embarrass Mommy like this, stoooop, my soooon ♥ Just stop and come heeeere!"
"What are you saying, Mom? Do you want me to keep going or not?"
"S-stop—"
Schlick—squish—squelch! ♥
"I—I'm cumming!"
Fourth Mother let out a moan loud enough to echo outside the restroom before slumping over.
But I didn't stop.
Even as she leaned against the bathroom door, head hanging like a violated mess, I kept stomping on her pussy.
She wasn't moaning anymore, but her pussy still twitched, juices dripping—she was still enjoying it.
Instead of delicate movements, I increased the intensity.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The force of my foot slamming into her pussy grew stronger.
Soon, I was practically kicking her with my instep.
Of course, Fourth Mother had a toned, muscular body—except for her plump, obscenely fleshy pussy mound. It probably didn't hurt much.
But this was humiliating—something no son should do to his mother, no boyfriend to his girlfriend.
Even to my own ears, the sound of my foot smacking against her pussy—thudthudthud!—was shockingly violent, making my heart race.
"Mom, do you really like this? Having your son stomp on your pussy?"
This was the first time I'd ever hit her.
I'd always been the "good son," enduring her abuse without resistance.
"Ahhh? I-it hurts...? It's supposed to hurt...? I should be mad, telling you to stop...? Why...? Nngh? Ahhhhk! UGGGHHHHHH! NOOOO! Don't kick Mommy's pussy that haaaard!"
And yet, she was clearly loving it.
I scolded her in a cold voice.
"Quiet, Mom. What if the other mothers hear? Remember what you said last time? That you'd never... share my cock with them."
But even as I reprimanded her, I was just as aroused.
Ever since I'd first pierced Fourth Mother's virgin pussy—
My desire to conquer her had begun to outweigh mere lust.
Yet, even as I crushed her pussy underfoot, my longing for her affection hadn't disappeared.
I still cared—worried about her, wanting to draw out the lingering effects of the Holy Medicine before its side effects took hold.
So I was confused.
Did I stomp on her pussy because I wanted her love?
Or was it revenge, gripping her clit between my toes?
Or was I just satisfying my urge to dominate a woman who outclassed me in every way?
I didn't know anymore.
But even in my confusion, habit drove me to keep pleasuring her.
Lust dictated my actions.
Squelchsquelchsquelch—THUD!
By now, her juices were splashing onto my face with every kick.
At this point, she was just a bitch in heat.
Though twisted, my admiration for her—once a woman of remarkable talent—began melting into the fluids spraying from her.
"Mom, do you like this? Being a mother who gets her pussy stomped by her son's foot? ...Kang Da-eun! Answer me."
My voice turned icy, almost mocking.
"Y-you little shit, calling Mommy by her—"
THUD! THUD!
"AHHH! Y-yes! Fine, I like it! I like it there! Harder! Pinch it! Kick my clit! Do it!"
A son, sitting on a toilet, mercilessly stomping his mother's pussy barefoot.
A mother, tongue lolling, drooling, gushing juices every time her son's foot came down.
To anyone watching, we wouldn't look like mother and son.
Lee Eun-woo and his Fourth Mother, Kang Da-eun—our relationship was no longer familial.
More like lovers...
No—a man who stomps a woman's pussy underfoot can't be called her boyfriend.
By society's standards, we were just fuck partners.
And a deeply perverse one at that.
The son as the master.
The mother as the slave.
Realizing just how twisted our past encounters had been—
A warped,
utterly broken,
completely depraved lust began tainting every fond memory I had with Fourth Mother.
The rare, precious moments I shared with her—now drenched in the filthy fluids of the bitch named Kang Da-eun.
One of the few times I'd left the cult's island as a child—
When I mustered the courage to grab Fourth Mother's hand, she happily took me to the zoo.
The memory of us admiring giraffes together—
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ♡♡♡"
—was now drowned out by the slut's moans.
I couldn't even recall the giraffes anymore.
Only the image of Kang Da-eun, drenched in a sudden downpour.
Now I understood why passing men had looked at me with envy.
Now I remembered the color of the bra she wore that day.
Red.
A fucking slutty red.
The color of a bitch in heat.
Another memory surfaced—a scorching summer day when Father had forced me into construction work, and Fourth Mother helped me sneak away.
We wiped off our sweat with the towel she gave me, then lay side by side in a cool room, listening to her favorite singer.
But now, that singer's voice was gone from my ears.
"OHHHH ♡ OHHHH ♡ OHHHHHHHHHH ♡ OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ♡♡♡"
Replaced by something far more beautiful.
The vulgar panting of a bitch in heat.
One by one, every memory with Fourth Mother was defiled.
Most hadn't been happy—she'd usually been indifferent or violent toward me—but my heart still ached.
Yet even in my pain, I didn't stop destroying her pussy with my foot.
Because I knew there was no going back.
Though I still called her "Mom" out of habit, I wasn't that innocent boy anymore—just a horny young man lusting after an older woman's body.
The past was gone.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"Cum. Cum. Cum! Cum for me! Cum while your son stomps your pussy! Don't hold back, Kang Da-eun. You've already shown me how much of a slut you are.
You're not still pretending to be my mother, are you? Drop the act and just show me how you squirt under my foot! ...Mom."
Pre-cum dripped from me as I mocked her with everything I had.