episode_0418

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“How are you feeling right now? Are you okay?”

Shiwoo was asking in a gentle voice, as if inquiring about his mom’s mood and physical condition.

“…Yeah…I’m, I’m okay…”

His mom answers as if matching Shiwoo’s attitude, with a troubled expression and awkward informal speech.

Shiwoo was softly stroking his mom’s side chest, widening the area to her armpits, back, and shoulders.

Each time Shiwoo’s touch brushed against her naked skin, his mom tensed her muscles and shuddered.

“Aren’t you cold? You seem to have been trembling for a while?”

Shiwoo asks as if testing his mom, even though he obviously knows that her trembling is due to his touch.

“N-not that cold…J-just…a little…”

His mom answered, conscious of Shiwoo’s hand that continued to stroke her.

“Is that so? I guess you can handle it? Then if nothing special happens, you can just keep taking your clothes off like this from now on, right?”

Shiwoo was talking as if teasing his mom with a boastful tone.

“N-no, that’s not what I meant…”

His mom shrinks her body further and answers as if intimidated.

“Shiwoo! But where did you put my clothes? Did you put them in your bag?”

His mom was looking at the bag Shiwoo was carrying, talking with an urgent and desperate expression and tone, afraid that Shiwoo might order her not to wear clothes from now on.

“Huh!? My clothes aren’t in the bag?”

Shiwoo turns his bag inside out and shows it, confirming to his mom that he doesn’t have her clothes.

His mom’s expression seemed to harden slightly as she felt an ominous feeling.

“T-then…where…are my clothes?”

His mom is looking at Shiwoo with anxious eyes and asking cautiously.

“Oh~? I threw them away when I went to the bathroom just now? Why?”

Shiwoo tells his mom that he threw away the clothes she was wearing, with an indifferent and brazen tone as if wondering why she’s asking such a thing.

“What?! What did you say?!”

His mom widened her eyes and reacted as if surprised by Shiwoo’s words that he threw away her clothes.

“I said I threw them away because it seems like mom won’t need clothes anymore~!!”

Shiwoo was talking to his mom with a flexible tone and attitude, as if he had done something he was capable of doing.

“W-where did you throw them?!”

His mom asks Shiwoo urgently with a desperate expression, as if she’s about to burst into tears right away.

“What would you do if you knew?! It’s not like you can go get them now anyway?! Tell me if you’re going to go get them~”

Shiwoo spoke in a tone as if rebuking his mom, who doesn’t seem to be properly aware of her situation.

His mom stared at Shiwoo, blinking her wide eyes as if speechless for a moment.

Then, as if finally giving up the last remaining thread of hope, his mom closes her eyes tightly and lowers her head.

Shiwoo picks up his smartphone and turns on the vibrator app.

Shiwoo turns up the vibration intensity of the vibrator to about level 3.

The vibrator attached to his mom’s crotch and the vibration of the smartphone that Shiwoo is holding are intensifying and ringing at the same time.

“Haaa…Huuu…Huuht Huht…Huu…Haaah…”

His mom’s breathing begins to get rough.

Shiwoo moves his hand that was stroking his mom’s back to the area around her pelvis below her waist, towards her buttocks.

The vibration of the vibrator reverberating through the bones.

Shiwoo was feeling that vibration as it was, and gently pressing down on his mom’s pelvis below her waist.

Then, just as her pelvis twists and bounces up, he takes his hand off and gently places his hand over her head.

Shiwoo’s hand is now moving gently along his mom’s beautiful hair.

“Sunmi!?”

This time, Shiwoo strokes his mom’s hair and calls her name.

“Haaaah…”

She lets out a long, sobbing sigh, as if what was finally about to come had arrived.

She was trembling all over, as if sincerely accepting the sadistic master-slave relationship with her son that had become a complete reality.

“Haa…Yes…M-master…Huu…”

Then, his mom answers Shiwoo, calling him master with a severely trembling voice.

Shiwoo lowers his hand that was stroking his mom’s hair back down to beside her chest.

“How do you feel right now? Are you okay?”

Shiwoo was asking his mom almost exactly the same question he had asked a moment ago, once again.

“Yes? Yes…I’m, I’m okay…”

His mom continues to answer Shiwoo with polite language.

A strange and bizarre question and answer between his mom and Shiwoo, as if confirming to each other that they can freely cross the line between the relationship of mother and son, and the relationship of master and slave, whenever Shiwoo wants.

“Is what Sunjoo said in the group chat with text messages earlier true?”

Shiwoo asks as he worms his hand under his mom’s chest.

Her thick and soft, crushed breast flesh comes into Shiwoo’s hand.

“Yes? Wh…what are you talking about? Haaht…!”

His mom shrinks her body as if nervous and asks Shiwoo back as a slave.

“Sunmi, you! The story that you like being fucked in the ass with a dick and having your butt hit! Is it true?”

Shiwoo almost exactly repeats the words of Aunt Sunjoo from the group chat earlier and asks his mom again.

“N-no…th,that’s…”

His mom stutters as if flustered, unable to answer clearly.

“That’s what?!”

Shiwoo mimics his mom’s words intimidatingly, as if urging her to answer.

“That’s…Haaah…Th-there…that…Sunjoo…Haa…He-here…So…Huuu…”

His mom is troubled and hesitates, turning her words around and around, unable to give a proper answer to Shiwoo’s question.

Shiwoo raises his hand that he had wormed under his mom’s breast and grabs one side of his mom’s chest as if covering it entirely.

Then, Shiwoo finds his mom’s firmly erect nipple and pinches it out with his thumb and forefinger.

Shiwoo gets up halfway from his seat and brings his mouth to his mom’s ear.

Shiwoo gently rubs his mom’s protruding nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and whispers to her as if murmuring in a small voice.

“You have to tell me honestly, Mom! That way I can know for sure whether I can do that kind of thing to you, right?”

“I told you once before, right? If it’s something Mom hates, I wouldn’t have done this from the beginning…!”

“Mom is a true M, right? You’ve done this a lot with Dad, so you should be used to it, right?! It’s okay for your son to do this to you, right?”

“Just tell me if you like it or hate it! Then I’ll take care of everything!”

This time, Shiwoo refers to his mom as Mom instead of her name, and talks in a whisper as if asking about her innermost feelings.

“Haaauuu…Uuuu….Huuu….”

His mom was trembling, receiving gentle and stimulating caresses on her erect nipple, along with Shiwoo’s secret whispers in her ear.

Shiwoo takes his lips away from his mom’s ear and returns to his original position, sitting straight.

He stops the movement of his fingers that were rubbing her nipple and watches her distorted face without saying anything, as if waiting for his mom’s answer.

After a while, his mom was writhing and twitching as if she had reached a small orgasm just from Shiwoo’s gaze.

“Huuht Huuuhht Haaht Hauuuht!”

His mom opens her mouth and makes short, repeated moaning sounds with a loosened expression.

“You have to answer! You fucking cunt! How long are you going to make me wait?!”

Shiwoo returns to being a violent and stern master and is saying to his mom as if urging her.

“I…I think I like it…Master…Haa…Huht…”

His mom said it as if reacting reflexively to Shiwoo’s urging voice, without enjoying or feeling the afterglow of her small climax.

“If you like it, you like it, what’s ‘I think I like it’?! This fucking bitch is messing with me or something!”

Shiwoo grabs his mom’s breast that he had been covering with his palm tightly and is saying to his mom again as if scolding her.

“Haaht! I…I like it! I like it! Master…!”

His mom answers Shiwoo as if confessing her true feelings along with a painful moan.

“What?! What do you like?!”

Shiwoo doesn’t stop there, and squeezes his mom’s breast even more tightly, inducing her to spit out the specific phrase that was in the question with her own mouth.

“Yes…yes?”

His mom reacted as if she didn’t understand Shiwoo’s question for a moment.

“So what do you like, you fucking idiot! Tell me directly! Do I have to explain everything to you two or three times?”

Shiwoo raises his voice and says to his mom as if scolding her for being flustered.

“Huuu…Huuu….”

His mom is now emitting a low, humiliating moan, as if she has finally realized what Shiwoo wants.

“I…I like…getting my ass…fucked from behind…and getting my butt hit with the palm of a hand…Huht…”

His mom was giving up all authority as a mother and giving the answer that Shiwoo wanted.

Shiwoo heard his mom’s answer and released the strength in his hand that was grabbing her breast.

Then, he spreads his palm and gently strokes his mom’s breast as a whole, as if caressing the painful area.

His mom flinches as if resisting Shiwoo’s palm stroking her sensitive body.

Shiwoo strokes her chest for a while as if he finds his mom’s reaction amusing, and then pulls out the hand that he had been putting into the shopping basket and under her arm.

Then, he immediately lifts up his top and lowers his pants, taking out his penis that has swollen to the point where it can’t get any bigger in front of his mom.

His mom’s dazed gaze was directed at Shiwoo’s firmly erect penis, as if fixated on it.