Isn't It Common Sense for a Son to Break His Mother's Chastity? 3
Jeong Hyang's arms clung to the blanket as if she might rip it apart, reaching toward the beast straddling her belly. Her trembling hands grasped its shoulders, as if desperate to shove it away, but they had no strength left.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Instead, the slapping of flesh against flesh grew louder, deeper, and as it did, the widow's hands—meant to push the beast away—slowly slid from its shoulders to its back.
I mustn't embrace it. I mustn't...
Jeong Hyang's consciousness, barely clinging on amid the mind-shattering stimulation, snapped like a frayed thread. Her head fogged over again, hazy as mist. Each thrust filling the depths of her lower belly—plunging into depths even her husband had never reached—drew vulgar moans from her lips.
Her hands, hovering in the air and trembling as if she mustn't embrace the beast atop her, came into view through tear-blurred vision.
What... was I doing...?
"Ahng! Ah, haaah! Ahhh!!! Haaaang!!!"
The lewd woman's cries echoing in her ears were her own, she realized. The voice—cheap, lascivious, unbelievable—shocked her, but it didn't matter anymore. The heat filling her belly and the ecstasy threatening to shatter her mind soaked her from head to toe.
"Ah, aaah... Aaaaaah!!!"
The widow's arms, quivering in the air, suddenly pulled the beast atop her in a fierce embrace. Her head tilted back, fleeing the brutal reality, and from her moaning lips spilled her tongue, as if she could no longer contain the rising heat.
"Oohk! Hooook...! O-ok?! Kh, nghiiik?!"
Splurt! The dam that had held back for so long burst. From the widow's body gushed the stagnant fluids that had built up over years, unable to withstand the pounding.
The pristine blanket began to form lewd stains from the sweat and fluids dripping from the two beasts. With each squelch, squelch as her son's cock ravaged her mother's pussy lips, clear nectar flowed like tears, soaking the sheets.
"Hoo! Hng! That grip is brutal, Mom. Be honest—did you devour Dad? Admit it!"
"Ahk! Kh, kkh... haak!"
Each downward slam of his hips made her pussy clench as if to rip his cock out, biting down viciously. It was a grip and heat that would end an inexperienced man in moments. Dad must have died early partly because of her. Spending even one night with a woman like this would drain a man's vigor and stamina alike—a true succubus.
His hips trembled from holding back ejaculation as he pounded away, but the disheveled widow's form and her lewd responses were driving him insane.
This kid... he's loving fucking his own mom so much he's about to die happy.
It was his body, but as Jeong Yun's, the thrill of this incestuous depravity brought unimaginable excitement and pleasure surging through him. His toes curled tight, every nerve focused on the bitch pinned beneath him. Primal instinct roared to plant his seed in her.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Haak, kh. Haaah! Oo, oook! Ngiiiik...??!!"
His neck veins bulged as he gritted his teeth, pouring everything into slamming his hips down. He felt her nails digging into his back, but the pain meant nothing—dopamine was about to whitewash his brain.
His son's cock, prying open his mother's pussy, swelled as if ready to burst. The bitch being mated sensed the impending ejaculation; tension spread through her impossibly soft body.
"O, oo... oooooook...! Oooooook??!!"
Her legs, flailing like in a storm, shot straight out, quivering. Her dainty toes curled inward, her full-moon ass lifted slightly off the blanket, angling perfectly to receive seed. Her sweat-slick, heaving breasts squished against her son's chest, threatening to burst. Her head arched back so far it seemed her neck might snap.
Crunch! A savage grinding of teeth escaped her son's jaws. His legs braced like he might leap away, then he lifted his hips high and dropped them with all his might, burying his cock to the hilt.
Splaaaat! A dull, explosive impact erupted from their joined flesh, like a bomb going off. The force sent a gust that flickered the candle flame.
"...!!!!!"
Mom's eyes, rolled back to the limit, bulged wide, then her pupils darted away, whites flashing, fleeing the dizzying pressure on her womb. His son's swollen cock crushed her womb, vomiting thick white semen like bile.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Each pump of the cock buried in her glistening pussy lips sent lava-hot seed flooding in.
As if sensing the dizzying taboo of her son's seed filling her belly, the widow's soft body went rigid in an instant. Her gaping mouth let her quivering tongue loll out, then drop like a snapped thread. From the cave-deep depths of her throat burst a wretched cry.
"Hooooooook!!!!!"
Shpluuurt!!! Like a long-blocked dam crumbling, sticky nectar squirted from between her son's cock and her mother's thighs, arcing through the air to patter on the blanket.
Instinctively, to catch even a drop more of the male's seed, she crushed him to her and lifted her hips. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Shprrt! Splurt! Splurt! Each flow of her son's seed triggered gushes of her backed-up fluids from her crotch.
Her son's cock had forced her pussy mound open; it twitched in spasms yet sucked greedily to milk every drop. It clenched to sever him even as her inner walls rippled like waves, coaxing an easier release.
"Kh, kk... kh... kkhuh..."
Choppy, broken moans dribbled from her lips. Hearing the sweet groans of a woman—not a mother—he tensed his hips to squeeze out the last drops.
Glurk! Glurk, gluuuuurk... The forceful spurts slowed, strength ebbing as no more seed remained.
Jeong Hyang felt the weight of the hot, thick fluid filling her belly in her climax-blanked mind.
"Hng, uuuuh..."
A deflating sigh slipped from her lips, and as if triggered, her rigidly upthrust legs dropped limp. Like a frog splayed out, her whole body relaxed at last. Her arms, clawing his back, slid limply to the blanket; the vise-grip of her pussy evaporated like smoke.
"Fuuuuh..."
With the mind-melting clench gone from his cock, he finally exhaled the breath he'd held, collapsing atop her. He felt her body twitch in aftershocks beneath him. His cock, buried in mom, stood ready for more—but the Monghwancho's time was ending.
"I... gotta get up..."
His limbs, tireless even in hard labor, had no strength left. Forcing shaky arms and legs, he slowly rose. Their connected groins parted with a meaty, lewd squelch.
Squelch...!
"Haaah...!"
Mom convulsed, limbs splayed, moaning sweetly at the pleasure of the fullness withdrawing from her belly.
"Hoo..."
He tried to stand but his legs buckled, dropping him to sit. Breathing deeply to recover, he drank in mom's disheveled form under the soft orange candlelight.
Her vacant eyes stared blankly ahead—first to catch his gaze. Teardrops trickled down, soaking the blanket and her tousled hair.
"When did her hairpin fall out?"
Her raven hair, soaked with fluids, sprawled like spiderwebs on the white blanket—decadently debauched. Her thick red lips gaped wide, gulping air; her soft tongue lolled out, trailing sticky saliva, as if it hindered her breathing.
Her ripe widow's body, crushed beneath her son, glistened like coated in thin oil, exuding dizzying allure. Especially her maternal breasts—spread like dough yet swelling with each gasp—radiated primal, dangerous temptation to any male.
"Just a taste."
He lay beside her, latching onto a perky pink nipple crowning her breast, taking a huge bite.
Slurp, smooch. Schluuurp.
The room filled with sounds like a babe nursing at its mother's breast. But the maternal suckling soon turned obscene, sloppy.
Smooch, slurp, schluuurp, lick, lick, haaah... mmm, shluuuuurp.
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! The subtle, taboo stimulation on her climax-sensitized body kept fueling the flames even as she teetered on unconsciousness.
He nursed her breast like a greedy infant, then rose with a satisfied hum. Her spit-shined breast amplified the tragic aura of her violated chastity.
His eyes trailed sweat-beaded waist to her lower half, still twitching with afterglow.
Glurk, glurk, glurk.
"Came a lot."
From her frog-splayed thighs, thick white semen oozed like vomit, staining the blanket lewdly.
The sweet feminine musk, fishy semen scent, and rising steam of her nectar blended into an indescribable decadent aroma filling the room.
Squelch. Parting her pussy lips with fingers revealed pink depths steeped in thick white.
Hoping his seed had reached her womb, he savored the sight. Even after releasing her mound, the slick hole gaped slightly—forced open by his cock, its former tight line shattered. Her chastity, once a proud straight seam, was perfectly split by her son.
"Mom."
"Haa, haa, haa."
He'd conditioned her to respond to "Mom" in any state, but she just panted, silent. Scolding her to snap to, he slipped fingers into her semen-drooling pussy, stirring the hypersensitive walls.
Squiiiish.
"Haak?!"
Her sweet cry burst out. Calling "Mom" again, her tear-glazed eyes met his amid heaving gasps.
"Mom, it was amazing. How about you?"
A man's embrace after so long—but her son? Unimaginable. Her dazed, slack face twisted between reason and instinct.
She panted, unsure how to answer, but her body was honest. Squeeze. Her pussy clenched his fingers, reluctant to let go.
That was enough. He'd planted pleasure's seed deep in a body rigid as pine for years of chastity. Now it just needed sprouting by her son and the magistrate—two beasts.
"Good work. Forget everything and sleep deep."
Her tear-soaked eyelids fluttered. Reason screamed not to close them. But Monghwancho and ecstasy demanded sweet rest, forcing them shut.
"Goodnight, Mom."
With those damp, chilling words from her son, the mother's consciousness snapped, plunging into darkness. The beast approached the fluid-soaked bitch sprawled on the blanket and kissed her. The sticky smooches, tender as deepest love, lingered softly in the room.