Even If It’s Depraved - Chapter 35

Carl pulled her closer, settling her between his thighs, and wrapped his legs around her pale hips, pressing down. Even through the thin fabric, his e******n was unmistakable and hard as iron.

“It’s been a few days since we were close. I’d like to spend some time with Mother, to bridge that gap.”

“…”

His words, thick with strange implication, stole her breath. Brunhilde stiffened, saying nothing.

The phantom of the curse’s noose, that she had only just managed to loosen, seemed to tighten around her throat again.

When she didn’t answer immediately, Carl spoke softly with a note of disappointment in his voice.

“I could ask Emily instead. She wouldn’t hesitate. But if I did, my favor would naturally shift toward her and her child. That’s why I came to you first… But you don’t want to?”

“Th-that’s…”

“If you don’t want to, there’s no need to force yourself. As I said, I can always ask Emily.”

Mentioning Emily as though it were no trouble at all was a noose squeezing her throat. Brunhilde swallowed thickly and asked in a trembling voice.

“Th-then… what should Mother do?”

At that, her son smiled tenderly, as if he’d been waiting for her to ask, and pulled her into an embrace. He licked her pale throat and whispered.

“No need to be so tense, Mother. I’m not asking to join our bodies like before.”

“Th-then…?”

Carl laughed softly at her question, which seemed almost hopeful. Then he whispered.

“Just suck me, Mother.”

“…”

“If you do that, I won’t have to go to Emily.”

If I grow closer to Emily, I’ll naturally favor her child more. And then I might favor your child less—which I’d hate to do. His voice wormed into her heart like a seductive spell.

It overlapped with his earlier words: I’ll have to reconsider the issue of the adoption.

She didn’t need long to decide. Hiding her trembling heart, Brunhilde nodded.

“Very well.”

“I knew Mother would say that.”

He smiled like an angel, and loosened his embrace.

Brunhilde slid down like a falling garment and knelt between his legs. She half-bared his relaxed lower body and took a deep breath at the sight of his c**k—so swollen it would be hard to fit entirely in her mouth.

‘This isn’t depraved.’

It was simply a way to manage his desire before it turned toward Emily. A way to help her son keep his heart fairly balanced toward her child. Carl was trying, too. Doing this much was a mother’s duty.

It’s fine. It’s fine. She whispered to herself, her breath slowing as the repetition soothed her. She gripped his root and opened her mouth.

“Haah…”

Carlos leaned back slightly. As his mother’s breath ghosted over his sensitive skin, a languid sigh escaped him.

She didn’t take him in right away. Instead, she held the tip in her mouth at a distance, letting the pleasant heat spread. A beginning to unfamiliar pleasure.

He was content to wait, savoring the tension. But Brunhilde, who was psychologically cornered, felt even his silence as pressure.

Finally, her lips closed around him. A deeper breath escaped Carl.

“Huff…”

Her moist flesh covered his length softly, and his lower abdomen tightened faintly. Her lips, rounded around him, moved subtly, and her tongue stirred within. The flesh that had been licking the underside of his shaft swirled, covering the top at an angle.

“Mmm…”

He had suspected it. That his mother had been sucking his brother’s c**k all along. And the skillful way her tongue licked and sucked his shaft confirmed it.

Her lips took him deeper. She swallowed more than half of him, sucking gently. The tip of her tongue pressed against his u*****a. Heat rising from his g***n spread through his head like mist.

His mother, sucking him with such familiarity, stirred both depravity and elation. Restraining the urge to grip her hard, he pressed and stroked her crown gently.

“Feels… good, Mother.”

“Mmh…”

“Much better… than what Emily does… hngh!”

Brunhilde drew a deep breath.

Unable to withstand the suction, Carlos let out a short, broken moan. Her wet flesh tightened around him, pressing against his fully aroused shaft. His eyes stung.

Wanting to end this quickly, his mother grew bolder, licking and sucking harder. He could have held back if he’d wanted to. But he chose to give her what she wanted. He surrendered to the pleasure.

His twitching tip began to spill cloudy seed. The knowledge that he was spilling into his mother’s mouth sent him into greater ecstasy. His toes curled. Gripping Brunhilde’s head, Carlos squeezed his perineum, wringing out every last drop.

“Haah… hah…”

Panting, he lowered his head. His mother had already pulled her mouth away—her cheeks bulging with his seed. A thin, viscous white fluid seeped through her tightly pressed lips.