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Hyeonjun reluctantly pulled out what had been buried inside him at Hyeontae’s command. The slick, glistening carrot-shaped toy emerged, leaving behind a hole that twitched as if begging for something more. Hyeontae chuckled in approval before slapping his ass with a sharp smack, leaving a red handprint on the pale flesh.
He turned Hyeonjun to face the master bedroom, then immediately thrust his fully erect cock inside—the same one that had been hard since Hyeonjun started masturbating with the toy. Hyeonjun clapped a hand over his own mouth as the intrusion stretched him open. It was only hours until his exam, but this—being filled by Hyeontae while completely sober—was more thrilling than any of their previous encounters. His thighs trembled as he braced himself, the cock buried deep inside him. The slow, teasing withdrawal quickly turned into rough, relentless pistoning, pulling at the reddened flesh of his inner walls.
“Nngh—! Uh—! Nngh…! Mmph—!”
Hyeonjun’s face flushed deeper with pleasure. Muffled moans leaked between his fingers. He glanced at Hyeontae, suddenly aware of the pressure in his bladder—he’d drunk too much water. The urgency made his lower body tense, and the unexpected tightness around Hyeontae’s cock earned him a punishing response. The quiet house filled with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping flesh.
“Hyeonjun, haah… if you keep muffling yourself, it’s no fun. Take your hand away.”
Hyeontae pried his hand from his mouth. Hyeonjun shook his head, biting his lip hard. He’d been the one to seduce first, the one who’d stolen his mother’s fiancé—but some shred of decency still made him resist showing this side of himself.
“Kgh… you squeeze me like this and still play innocent?”
Slap!
Hyeontae’s hand came down on his ass. The sudden sting forced a cry from Hyeonjun’s lips. Deliberately avoiding his most sensitive spots, Hyeontae leaned in to whisper in his ear:
“Say it, darling. I’m about to be married—who else is allowed to take my cock, hmm?”
The words were a contradiction, a paradox. Hyeonjun’s vision blurred. The pleasure would build, then abruptly shift away, making him crave it even more. Every time he tried to adjust, Hyeontae yanked his hair, forcing him still. It was sadistic, yet Hyeonjun couldn’t bring himself to resist.
“Uh—ah… p-please… ah, nngh… ah, Daddy…”
“Shh, my good boy… hngh… why are you being so difficult today?”
“Hngh… uh… nngh… ah… ahh…”
He couldn’t bring himself to call Hyeontae darling in the same house as his mother. She was just beyond that door, asleep. But as Hyeontae’s torment continued, a wicked whisper slithered into Hyeonjun’s mind:
He’d planned to leave home anyway. He didn’t even feel that attached to her.
His morality, his sense of sex—both had crumbled long ago. Now, he was taking the final step. Finally, he confessed in a broken whisper:
“D-darling… ah… darling…”
“Good boy. Now tell me what you want.”
Hyeontae stopped moving entirely, waiting. Hyeonjun squeezed his eyes shut and forced the words out louder:
“Darling…! I want your cock… please, get me pregnant…”
“Good.”
Hyeontae gripped his waist, and the brutal fucking began in earnest. All restraint gone, Hyeonjun screamed:
“Ah—! Ah! Nngh—! It feels so good! Ah, yes—! Ah…! Darling—! Hah—!”
“Louder. Let me hear you.”
The sex grew even more obscene. A predawn fuck on the living room floor was anything but normal. His ragged, sobbing moans were loud enough for the whole house to hear.
The master bedroom door creaked open. There stood Yu-jin in her nightgown, staring at them. Hyeontae grabbed Hyeonjun’s hair, forcing him to look. Their eyes met—mother and son.
No thoughts came. He’d assumed getting caught would end the world, but the world kept spinning. The door was open, yet the cock pounding into him didn’t stop, the pleasure still raw and overwhelming. His moans didn’t cease. Hyeonjun was exposed—ass in the air, taking his stepfather’s cock—right in front of his mother.
“Kgh—! Nngh…! Ah, uh—! Nn—!”
Yu-jin stood frozen, her face unreadable. He couldn’t tell if she was scolding him for stealing her fiancé, or if she was horrified. If she’d shouted or reacted irrationally, it might have been less unnerving. But she was eerily calm, almost as if she were sleepwalking.
A low, soft command whispered in his ear:
“Hyeonjun, what’s wrong? Your sounds are fading.”
Hyeontae’s movements slowed again. Hyeonjun’s body trembled, tension coiling inside him. He could feel the deliberate drag against his inner walls. The distance between him and his silent, watching mother felt vast—but the distance to Hyeontae was intimate, inescapable. Almost resigned, he obeyed:
“Hngh… ah, no… it feels too good… ah, darling’s cock… hngh… please cum inside me…”
Something inside him shattered. Tears spilled from his eyes. He wasn’t sad. Just numb. He didn’t understand why he was crying, but the words kept coming:
“Good. That’s right.”
As if rewarding him, Hyeontae lifted him up, ensuring Yu-jin had a clear view—his swollen, leaking nipples, his dripping cock, the way it swayed with each thrust. Hyeontae held him firmly, refusing to let him hide, and relentlessly targeted his most sensitive spots.
Hyeonjun threw his head back, whimpering as orgasm and the urge to piss crashed over him simultaneously.
“Aaaah—!!”
He came right there in front of his mother, leaking around Hyeontae’s cock. His vision whited out. He’d had sex countless times, chased pleasure endlessly—but never like this, never with every nerve alight, overwhelmed. He couldn’t breathe. Hyeontae pressed a quick kiss to the nape of his neck and murmured:
“Hyeonjun, think back to the day we first met. You’ll remember. I know you will.”
He had no idea what that meant. Why was Hyeontae asking that now? Every breath sent lingering waves of pleasure rippling through him, gnawing at his senses. Instinctively, he tried to obey, closing his eyes.
Hyeontae’s commands had long since become absolute. The moment they’d first met flashed in his mind. Then, like a sunken memory surfacing, fragments of his subconscious began to rise—things he’d thought long buried. The recollections grew sharper, clearer, like a video switching to high definition.
Scenes flickered past: himself, always smiling, satisfied, unashamed. Speaking lewdly, demanding pleasure more aggressively.
Every memory aligned perfectly with who he was now.
When Hyeonjun didn’t move, Hyeontae asked:
“Hyeonjun, are you happy now?”
His body trembled—whether from pleasure or something deeper, he couldn’t tell. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper:
“…Yes. I’m happy.”
In Yu-jin’s eyes, Hyeonjun’s face was softly lit, as if he truly was happy. The dark cock slid out of him, and he collapsed to the floor, dazed with conflicting joy and confusion. Yu-jin still hadn’t reacted. Her lack of response was unsettling—not shocked or frozen, but almost as if she were still half-asleep.
Strange as it was, Hyeonjun didn’t notice. The situation itself was overwhelming enough. Yu-jin, too, had been under the aphrodisiac’s influence for a while. While Hyeonjun had been soberly surrendering to pleasure, Hyeontae had separately laced the master bedroom with the scent, hypnotizing her as well:
“Sex between father and son isn’t strange. If you see it, do nothing.”
Her appearance had been a calculated side event, but it had worked perfectly on Hyeonjun. Hyeontae smiled, satisfied. There was no going back now.
“Alright, time to study for your exam.”
His tone was almost casual, like a parent reminding a child to finish homework after their favorite show. Hyeonjun stumbled to his feet, his trembling body obeying the command to return to his room. Once he was gone, Hyeontae turned to Yu-jin:
“Sorry for the noise. You’ve got work tomorrow—shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“Oh, my goodness, I’ve got a meeting…”
She reacted as if she’d stayed up too late watching a drama. Bidding Hyeontae goodnight, she returned to the bedroom. The living room fell silent once more.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
