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Mom, supporting herself, legs trembling like a newborn deer

The karaoke machine’s music is passing the end of the first chorus.

Just as Mom’s tremors begin to subside, Siwoo removes his finger from Mom’s vaginal hole.

Squelch!

As Siwoo’s finger is pulled out, thick fluid that was contained in Mom’s hole poured out.

“Hngh…”

Mom rested her arms on the table and groaned, burying her head as if embarrassed.

Siwoo checks the fluid from Mom that’s smeared on his middle finger after it was inside her hole.

Siwoo takes the finger that was inside Mom’s body and puts it on her bare butt under her clothes.

Slowly, Siwoo writes letters on Mom’s butt that would embarrass her even more.

‘Son’ ‘Exclusively’ ‘Whore’ ‘Cunt’

Siwoo alternated between Mom’s left and right butt cheeks, writing one letter at a time.

Each time a stroke of the lewd letters, as if telling her current location and status, was drawn on her butt, her body tensed up, as if enduring the shame.

Siwoo takes his hand off Mom’s butt and watches her face down.

Perhaps because of the lingering afterglow of the climax, or perhaps because of the shame that belatedly struck, Mom is convulsing greatly, face down.

Because her upper body was face down, the t-shirt Mom was wearing was pulled up.

The back of Mom’s thighs is exposed up to just below her butt.

But her t-shirt, still stuck in her anus, was firmly fixed.

Siwoo smiles, raising the corners of his mouth, as if he likes the work of art he has installed, even though it’s somewhat ridiculous.

Siwoo shakes the penis he was stroking even more violently.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

The sound of Siwoo’s masturbation is heard through the karaoke machine’s accompaniment.

Every time Siwoo’s masturbation sound is heard in time with the karaoke music, Mom’s thighs are twitching inward.

Stopping his masturbation, Siwoo picks up the vibrator and waterproof bandage placed on the table.

Siwoo lifts up the t-shirt slightly, making Mom’s crotch appear to be barely revealed.

Siwoo then puts the vibrator to Mom’s clitoris.

Siwoo tears open the paper packaging of the waterproof bandage and removes the protective film.

Siwoo then takes the waterproof bandage and firmly fixes the vibrator to Mom’s crotch.

Mom did not resist or stop Siwoo while he was installing the vibrator on her crotch.

She was just worried that the filthiness of the two of them would be revealed to the world, so she glanced at the glass door where she could see outside, then buried her face again and shook her body.

**

“Mom! You have to keep singing, right? The music isn’t over yet!”

Siwoo spoke to Mom, who was face down on the table, in a playful tone.

“Huh? Uh…”

Mom answered Siwoo as she straightened up, as if flustered.

Mom straightens her posture and stands up, trying to catch her breath again according to Siwoo’s order and sings.

Mom’s thin, trembling voice echoes again in the room through the speaker.

Siwoo opened the vibrator operation app on his smartphone screen.

Siwoo sets it to the weakest setting, presses the operation button, and then holds it.

Vibration!

Siwoo’s smartphone is vibrating in his hand.

The vibrator attached to Mom’s crotch must also be vibrating in time with the vibration of the smartphone.

Mom’s nasal sounds and breaths mixed in with the singing were telling the vibration status of the vibrator attached to her clitoris.

Siwoo puts his smartphone on his thigh.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

Siwoo masturbates, sitting right behind her, while listening to the vibration of his smartphone and Mom’s singing.

Siwoo shakes the penis he was stroking up and down even more violently, as if to let Mom hear it.

Short, rapid breaths and redness spreading across her entire face

**

Siwoo continues to masturbate intensely until Mom’s song is almost over.

Siwoo’s smartphone, which had the wireless vibrator turned on and held, continued to vibrate without stopping.

What kind of expression and attitude will Mom have toward Siwoo after the song ends?

When I think about it, I hadn’t had a proper conversation with her other than in the text conversation window after having a master-slave relationship sex with Mom last night.

The playful molestation in the kitchen with Seyoung and the coercive deep throat in the dressing room can be said to be all of the communication and exchange that Siwoo and Mom actually had face-to-face since last night.

Keeping sex with Mom and other family matters a secret from other family members… especially Seyoung

Making sure to return Mom to her normal self when the lewd night ritual between Siwoo and Mom is over

When having sex with Sehee or Seyoung, including Mom, make sure to use contraception

This was like a minimum condition of approval that Siwoo remembered in order to continue the master-slave play with Mom.

There may be more, but Siwoo remembers roughly this much right now.

Now that he has made Mom and Sehee have sex while Siwoo was away, and even invited Seyoung to the family group chat for slaves

What good are the conditions Mom presented now?

Siwoo continued to think about those things without stopping his hand.

Maybe Mom wanted to call Siwoo out and talk about those things seriously with him separately.

Even after coming outside, due to Mom’s personality, she was inevitably swept away by the flow of whatever Siwoo did…

Was Mom thinking of telling Siwoo to end everything here?

Or does she want to discuss new rules with Siwoo to suit the changed situation?

When he took a picture of the condom in his bag and sent it, he remembers Mom’s eyes that were seen from afar.

Remembering last night, the eyes of a female, faintly wet as if longing for something forbidden

When Siwoo appeared, Mom changed her expression and tone, creating a sulky atmosphere in front of the mart.

A strange excitement and pounding makes Siwoo’s heart pound, as if he felt something unpleasant, but also captured an object that needed to be pulled out from Mom.

Siwoo took out a condom from his bag.

This time, Siwoo puts the condom on the table as if to show Mom.

Mom’s body, singing along to the music, is trembling.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Siwoo hits Mom’s butt for no reason while she is singing.

“Hngh! Haaa! Hnnngh!”

Mom flinches and moans, startled by Siwoo’s stinging palm.

While masturbating…and while the vibrator is vibrating…

As if Mom is no longer his own mother, Siwoo was hitting Mom’s butt whenever he felt like it.

As her third song was coming to an end

Siwoo stops the vibrator’s vibration with his smartphone.

The machine accompaniment died down and Mom’s song score appeared on the screen.

Loud congratulatory remarks and fanfare

And silence in the room

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Now only the sound of Siwoo’s masturbation was heard in the karaoke room.

Mom is standing stiffly, as if paying attention to the sound of Siwoo’s skin colliding.

Mom was standing still in place even though the song was over, breathing heavily.

The 20 years of living, hiding the nature of a masochistic slave and raising her children

Siwoo knew through his not-so-short experience that no matter how sexually violent Siwoo was, or how persistently he coaxed and coaxed, Mom was always ready to return to being a mother in front of Siwoo.

Even while having sex with Siwoo and making moaning sounds, reluctantly showing the face of a female, as if she couldn’t help it, Mom prepares a motherly mask hidden behind her as a means of avoiding immoral guilt.

What is Mom’s true intention?

How can he go beyond the relationship of mother and son and live with Mom as a true master and slave?

It was Mom who desperately called Siwoo out, saying she had something to say, but it seems that Siwoo was the one who needed a heart-to-heart conversation with Mom.

Siwoo suddenly stops the hand that was stroking his penis.

A sudden silence fell in the karaoke room where Mom and Siwoo were.

When Siwoo stops masturbating, Mom tries her best to suppress the shoulders that were twitching in response.

A strange tension in the room continues like a tight tug-of-war

Only Siwoo himself could break the strange tension flowing in the room right now.

“Mom, but the clothes you’re wearing now…aren’t they the clothes you were wearing this morning?”

Siwoo speaks to Mom as if finding fault with her.

“Huh? Uh…uh…that’s…Se…Sehee…”

Perhaps because she didn’t expect Siwoo to start a conversation on a daily topic immediately after masturbation that wasn’t even over, Mom stuttered in embarrassment.