Chapter 66 A Private Escape (3)
Chapter 66 A Private Escape (3)
The moment Gaeul, trembling with excitement and anticipation, took a large bite of her son's cock, the first thing she felt was—
Not the sweet, intoxicating scent of her son,
Not the musky male aroma that grew more potent with sweat yet never became unpleasant—only more alluring.
No.
What clung to her son's shaft were sweet, fragrant scents of skin—entirely different from his own.
Not just one, not two, but three distinct traces.
Each carried its own intoxicating aroma, but... it was unmistakably not the scent of her son's cock she had longed for.
And the realization that these women had tasted what was rightfully hers—long before her, and far more frequently—hit Gaeul like a physical blow.
"Hey... Lee Eun-woo... you..."
Gaeul spat out the cock she had just bitten down on and glared at his sleeping face.
She knew Eun-woo had incredible stamina. She knew he wasn't the type to fall asleep instantly—especially in unfamiliar places, where he'd toss and turn, waking and dozing in fits.
Yet now, even as a woman sucked on his cock, he remained dead asleep, utterly oblivious.
"How many times have you done this behind my back?!"
Her fist, resting on Eun-woo's chest, clenched tightly.
Then—
A sharp ping echoed in her head, as if a wire had snapped. Her face burned. Her pounding heart stuttered to a halt. Her clenched fist rose high.
For a moment, it seemed she would bring it crashing down onto his face.
Gaeul knew she wasn't like her hot-tempered, violent fourth sister.
She wasn't the type to raise a fist—no, she had never done so in her entire life, except perhaps for this very moment.
But.
She had dreamed of this for so long. Fantasized about it while filming overseas promotional videos for the cult, sneaking away to the bathroom, hiking up her skirt, pulling down her panties, and pleasuring herself while imagining Eun-woo's face, his body, his cock.
Ever since the day she joined the cult and met him.
Over and over, she had imagined it with desperate longing.
She had sworn to herself that even if it were small, unimpressive, or discolored, she would gladly suck it—because it was his.
But the reality betrayed her darkest expectations.
It was perfect.
The moment she saw it, her womb throbbed harder than her heart. She grew so wet that her panties soaked through without him even touching her.
And yet—
"Fine. I get it. I'll admit it. Eun-woo is handsome, built, kind, and strong—of course women wouldn't leave him alone. But... your cock! Shouldn't you at least wash it before letting another woman have it?!"
She jabbed a finger at his face, hissing the words under her breath so as not to wake him.
Gaeul carefully straddled his hips, spreading her legs. The hem of her skirt parted, and she felt her damp panties press against the base of his cock.
Just the sensation of her own slickness touching his skin was enough to push her over the edge.
The murderous rage that had gripped her moments ago—the urge to kill him and then herself—faded as quickly as it had come.
Leaning forward cautiously, she pressed her chest against his, making sure not to rouse him.
Then, with a teasing flick of her finger against his nipple, she grumbled:
"You little bastard... I hate bad boys. So why are you like this, huh? Answer me, son. Don't ignore your mother."
Just looking at his face was enough to excite her—now that she had seen his cock, she was beyond control.
And yet, she deliberately called herself mother and him son, mixing depravity into her arousal, savoring the taboo.
She felt guilty—of course she did.
Here she was, mounting him without permission while he slept, taunting him with filthy words.
But the guilt didn't stop her.
It only made her wetter.
'This feels like I'm actually raping him... Taking my son to a motel behind the other mothers' backs, brutally claiming his cock... Being the youngest, the last to touch him—but the first to take his virginity, hnngh!'
Her fantasies spiraled as she reached for his cock.
Squelch.
The moment her fingers wrapped around it, searing heat scorched her palm.
"Hh—ah, hnngh..."
A desperate moan escaped her lips.
"You bad boy... You bad boy. You have a girlfriend who only looks at you, yet you spend all day with other women—not just one, not some one-night stands, but your own mothers, you filthy son."
She rubbed her thumb over his glans, smearing the sticky precum that oozed from it.
But she didn't find it disgusting at all.
"Slurp... lick... suck..."
She licked her palm clean. The taste was mild—not semen, she realized.
Probably pre-cum.
She had studied up in preparation for their first time, so even as a virgin, she knew that much.
Once her hand was slick with her own saliva, she reached for his cock again.
'It smells... like other women. Their disgusting spit, their heat... But so what?!'
"I'll just... lick it all clean. What was it called again? That... cleaning thing?"
She squeezed, released, squeezed again. His cock swelled fully erect in her grasp.
Even though countless women—no, sluts—had tormented him, he had saved his most precious last drop for her.
Somewhere in her fading rationality, she knew that wasn't true.
She was well aware of the rumors about Eun-woo and his mother, Da-eun.
But the truth was too painful to accept, so she buried it under layers of delusion.
Yet reality was inescapable.
Her son—Eun-woo—was a slut who slept with his own mothers.
And among them, she was last in line.
Excluding the third sister, who was too intimidating to approach, all the other mothers had already tasted him.
She was the only one left behind.
"You little bastard!"
Unable to accept it, she screamed at him—silently—then raised her hips.
Her trembling right hand guided his cock beneath her.
She was so aroused by the thought of her hymen tearing on his shaft, so terrified of the pain to come, that she could hardly think straight.
Yet she couldn't stop.
Every exhale from his lips carried a tantalizing warmth.
Just breathing it in made her mind hazy.
She had only meant to touch him, to give his cock its first kiss—but now, here she was.
"It's your fault... You're the one born this tempting. Women can't help it... So this isn't rape... I'm not doing anything wrong to you... You seduced me with this cock. I have no choice."
Muttering nonsense to herself, she slowly lowered her hips.
The moment his glans touched her entrance, fear suddenly outweighed arousal.
In fact, the fear had been growing all along.
She had no idea what it would feel like to take something so thick and long inside her.
Common sense told her that if something this size entered her, it would fill her up to her lower belly.
'My womb... will break. My insides might tear.'
The thought was terrifying—but worse was the realization that it wasn't just imagination.
It was entirely possible.
So there she stood, frog-legged and humiliated above his cock, stroking it clumsily with both hands, unable to bring herself to sink down.
But that didn't last.
The Gaeul who had been so aroused she nearly raped her sleeping son vanished.
In her place was the usual Gaeul—so serene that anyone watching would see only a gentle, loving woman, not a predator.
Of course, appearances were deceiving.
'Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock! My son's cock! Eun-woo's cock! God, I love you so much, I'm going crazy. Son, I've been in love with you since the day we met. The moment I saw you, my womb clenched. That's why I joined this cult. Not because I believed in some fake god—but because I wanted to be closer to you. That's why I became the overseas promoter. That's why I married your father in spirit. Becoming your mother was better than being a stranger who only saw you by chance.'
Her mind was unraveling.
"O-okay... I'll put it in now, Eun-woo. I'm sorry... for being this kind of mother. I'm older than you, yet I'm so clumsy at taking your cock... I'm really sorry. But I'll do my best... so enjoy it. Enjoy... your mother's pussy. The one I've kept pure just for you, the one no one else has touched."
To steel herself against the sheer size of him, she whispered vulgarities she would never normally say.
Then, ever so slowly, she lowered her hips.
Squelch—
The fat head of his cock forced her tightly closed folds apart.
The thick veins running along his shaft made her pelvis tremble anew.
Even though she was the one raping him, it felt like she was the one being violated.
The paradoxical sensation swallowed her whole.