Chapter 8 Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun
Chapter 8 Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun
I waited briefly for Fourth Mother's pussy to calm down before beginning to caress her again.
Even when she looked up at me with pleading eyes, whimpering as she neared climax, I didn't relent.
Once more, I withdrew my touch just before she could come—bringing her to the brink of orgasm only to deny her at the very moment pleasure should have surged through her.
It was torture, no different from violence, except pleasure was the weapon.
After repeating this delightful torment over a dozen times, even Fourth Mother—a woman of fierce pride—could no longer endure. Her face trembled, on the verge of tears.
"...Give it to me."
"Hmm?"
I pretended not to hear.
Fourth Mother, who had been bowing her head in humiliation at being teased by her own son, slowly raised her gaze to meet mine.
Ah, this bitch was completely worked up.
She was as aroused as if she were about to be split open by me.
Any shred of dignity she had as an older woman had long since evaporated under the heat of her own lust.
"Give me your cock. Not your fingers—your thick, hard son-cock. Stab Mommy's pussy with it♡"
"Alright. Then."
I arrogantly gestured for her to change positions.
Under normal circumstances, Fourth Mother would have smacked me the moment I dared to act so insolently toward her. But now, without a hint of defiance, she obediently turned around as I commanded.
She faced the bathroom door, lowering her head.
I lightly patted her ass with my palm.
Her hips flinched—as if she expected me to strike her—and for the first time ever, Fourth Mother's face looked unbearably cute.
I had always thought of her as beautiful, desirable—but never cute.
"Lift your ass higher. Adjust to my height."
Fourth Mother obediently raised her hips further.
Her panties, soaked through with arousal, might as well have not been there at all. Beyond them, her pink asshole was visible—but even pinker was the glistening slit of her pussy, where her juices pooled before stretching downward in viscous strands.
It wasn't my first time seeing it, but damn if it wasn't the most fuckable cunt every time.
I wanted to bury my face in it like a dog.
But now wasn't the time to reward her.
"To the left. No, more left. There. Stay. Adjust to my cock's position. Your waist dipped. Straighten your ass more. Keep your head down properly."
I approached Fourth Mother, pressing my cock against her dripping entrance while using my bare foot to push her insufficiently lowered face firmly against the floor.
The result was the perfect breeding position for a bitch in heat.
Earlier, she had presented herself like a spider spreading its web, waiting for prey—but now, the roles had reversed.
Yet, instead of plunging into her, I gripped my cock and rubbed the head against her folds, teasing her further.
But it still wasn't enough.
There was something I needed to hear from her.
I wasn't doing this purely out of lust.
Well, that was part of it—but something else took priority.
Her safety.
Kang Da-eun had tormented me plenty, but she was still my mother. And in her own twisted way, she had loved me...
"You're really not gonna put it in?"
Fourth Mother urged impatiently.
"Where did the Holy Medicine come from? We flushed everything down the toilet before the cops came."
"...Son, let's talk about that later. And what's it to you? I told you before—stay out of my business. Just run errands for me and take your allowance."
"If you don't tell me, I won't fuck you."
I pulled my cockhead away from her pussy as I spoke.
The sight of her slick stretching into strands before snapping was obscenely erotic.
"You want my cock, don't you? Then open up—no, your mouth. And fix your posture."
"...Hey. Don't push it, Lee Eun-woo. Until now, I played along because it was just sex. But this is different. Different, you little shit. Know your place."
Fourth Mother's voice was low and controlled—the voice of a capable woman entrusted with managing the Cult's primary income source: Holy Medicine sales.
Yet even as she scolded me, she lifted her ass higher and spread her legs wider, adjusting to my demands.
Her face, however, remained furious.
She probably didn't even realize the obscene pose she was in right now.
"I told you before—don't meddle in my work. If you bring up that bullshit about quitting again, I'll kill you. Remember? So why can't you stay in your fucking lane?"
Ignoring her, I took off my dress shirt and laid it beneath her on the floor.
Naked as she was, she looked a little cold.
"...Thanks."
Fourth Mother accepted the gesture naturally before resuming her lecture.
"You're just my dildo. When I need to burn off Holy Medicine energy, you're the dildo I use. Normally, you're my son—but during sex, you're my dildo. So don't try ordering me around. Just do as I say. Got it?"
Her words were far from what I'd hoped to hear, but the slick dripping from her tightly clenched pussy betrayed the truth.
"So you don't want me to fuck you? Should I stop here and leave?"
"...No. That's not—I still need to burn off the Medicine..."
"Then what should I do?"
"...Fine. I'll talk."
Her juices stretched like threads before finally dripping down.
"Sorry."
My heart jolted at her sudden apology.
Sorry?
I hadn't expected that.
I just wanted to know who had given her the Holy Medicine.
Fourth Mother had risen quickly within the Cult thanks to her drive and competence—but that also meant she had enemies.
I'd planned to clean up the mess for her behind the scenes, like always.
But never in my life had she ever admitted fault.
"Huh? Aahhh! Aaahhh! Stop teasing me!"
Fourth Mother shouted as I stood there dumbfounded.
"I don't know! I just found one pill in my handbag and took it! I've been stressed lately because of the cops, and it's expensive—I didn't wanna waste it!"
"I wasn't planning to fuck you. I was gonna masturbate alone and clear my head. But I didn't expect the Medicine to hit this hard. ...There, happy? I told you everything."
Whether my relentless teasing had worked or not, Fourth Mother spilled everything.
"One pill? You're this fucked up from just one? Looks like you took at least ten. Was it a new formula? And we flushed everything—how was it in your bag?"
Something felt off, so I pressed further.
"How should I know?! Maybe it got in there while I was working! Son—no, fuck! Eun-woo! Just—just fuck me already! Stop pinching my nipples and fuck me! Please. Pleaaase. I already apologized!"
I'd suspected one of the other mothers—Third Mother Seo A-ra, perhaps—had slipped it to her. But was it just a coincidence?
If so, that was a relief.
But I still couldn't fuck her yet.
There were two promises I needed from her.
"Promise me this is the last time until the funeral's over."
"Promise? Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that? When I'm horny, you pull out your dick and fuck me. That's how it—"
I pulled my cock away from her clit again.
No more nipple play, either.
Then I asked again.
"You don't want it?"
"Eeek!"
Fourth Mother shook her head cutely, her expression desperate.
"Nooo! Nooo! Please fuck meee!"
"Fine. Shut up. You're being loud."
Without thinking, I smacked her plump ass—SMACK!—as I answered.
"Eep?!"
Fourth Mother let out an adorable squeal.