The Second Afternoon: Mother's Shattering Climax
“Ah…”
The moment she realized she was lifting her ass like she was coquettishly begging her son to thrust into her, her face flushed crimson, as if it might burst. What does my son think seeing me like this? Will he curse me as a filthy slut and leave? Or will he still love me despite it all? ‘Love?’ What nonsense am I spouting? The instant doubt and shock hit her, a heavy thud obliterated every thought circuit in her brain as it slammed into her lower belly.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
“Oogh! Kh, haaah?! Aaah! Agh?!”
I gripped her hips with both hands, locking them in place like a brace, and slammed my waist forward with every ounce of strength, mad with lust. The widow’s panting figure, face buried sideways in the soft straw mat, was so intoxicating I could’ve gone on forever just watching. Each time my cock battered her womb, her sweat-soaked hair—mussed and flying everywhere—framed eyes brimming with tears that quivered, rolling upward before snapping back. The smooth curve of her back, peeking through the torn remnants of her jeogori and undergarments, traced a seductive line that delighted the eyes. Every thrust made her body jolt, her rice-cake-soft rear breasts squishing sideways against the floor, looking impossibly plush. Her bound hands twisted grotesquely like they were playing some frantic piano concerto, fingers clenched tight—as if pleading for me to hold them, coquettish and desperate.
Smack!
“Aaack?!”
Each plunge distorted her plump ass like a balloon; I slapped it with all my might, sending a sharp crack echoing as clear fluids—sweat or love juices, indistinguishable—splattered everywhere.
“Mom! Is it okay to feel this good?! Is it okay for Mom to feel this way getting fucked by her son?! Huh?! You filthy slut! Say it! Tell me!”
“Haaah! Agh! Hnngh! Haaah! Khk, kkh!!!”
To make sure she remembered we were mother and son even as our bodies intertwined, I scolded her deliberately while pounding away. Every time I called her “Mom,” her pussy clenched around my cock to the limit, squeezing it tight in rhythmic spasms. I grabbed her reddened ass—branded with my handprints—and thrust even more ferociously.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
“Kh, haaah! Aaaah! Oogh, oooh??!!”
Her cries, once near-screams, began to drip with sticky lust. The splatter of her juices grew noticeably with each thrust, and the wet squelching from our joining intensified, growing sloppier.
My son’s cock is pounding my womb…! My womb!!! Ooooh??!!
Jeong Hyang felt fireworks exploding in her head—boom! Boom!—every time the cock hammered the cradle of life deep in her belly. Her tear-blurred vision flashed white like lightning, over and over. She still hadn’t realized her eyes were rolling back each time. I absolutely can’t let myself feel it! I can’t feel pleasure from my son’s cock…! Feel… feel…
Her resolve melted away as his cock forced open her slick, tender folds and drummed her womb. Love juices drooled from her lower mouth in steady streams, draining away her maternal dignity and authority. In their place, lust and lewdness filled the void, turning her from mother into woman. Pleasure numbed her from her toes up, limbs quaking in ecstatic tremors—no room left even to think of resisting.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
“Hoo! Hooo! Hah! Fuck. This married mom pussy grips like a vice. What the hell…!”
I dropped the son facade, blurting raw, vulgar impressions as instinct took over. Mom, ass high and trembling on the verge of climax, didn’t notice a thing. Her pussy milked me root-deep, and whenever her juices threatened to dry, they gushed fresh, keeping everything slick. It was a body made for squeezing cocks dry—a perfect whore’s form.
I wanted to connect with her even deeper. That was my one burning wish amid the sex-crazed haze. I seized her pitifully bound arms swaying behind her and yanked them back like reins on a horse.
“Aaaaaah??!!”
Her upper body jerked upright into the air, our groins sealing perfectly without a gap. Dizzying pressure stabbed her innards, her womb crushed with brutal stimulation—my brain sparked like it was frying. A raw, tearing moan erupted from deep in her chest, echoing thunderously through the cell. Loud enough that the guards outside might hear, I worried fleetingly.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Ooooh!!! Eeoogh?! Kh, haaah! Ah?! Aaaah?!”
But I’d lost the son mask entirely to lust, pounding like a beast. Yanking her slender arms like reins while thrusting made her most sensitive spot grind mercilessly under my glans—her reactions turned wild. Desperate to escape my embrace, her hips bucked up and down; wild hair whipped the air, spreading her musky scent everywhere. Her head snapped back as if her neck might break, tongue lolling out as garbled moans ricocheted off the walls.
“Kwoh! Oogh, ooh…! Nngheee! Eeeee!!! Ooooh…!!!”
Her ballooning breasts bounced violently with each waist-slam, sweat droplets flying in the bright morning sun. Transparent beads rolled down the gentle curve of her back, pooling in the dimples. Between her pale, rice-cake ass cheeks, my dark cock plunged thrust, thrust into her depths; her gripped hands twisted freakishly, shuddering.
Primal instinct screamed in my head: Impregnate the bitch in front of you! I slammed harder, waist aching from the strain.
Thwack! Thwaaack! Thwack!
“Ah, aaah…! Ah, ahn…! Uh, ah, aaaah…!!!”
Her moans stuttered higher. Her gripped hands and arms stiffened visibly; the membranes around my plunging cock radiated feverish heat. Her bow-curved back arched to its limit, her mouth shifting to choked, strangled gasps on the brink.
“Mom! Mom…! Mom!!!”
“O, ooo…! Ooooh…? O, oooh…!!!”
She answered my desperate call with a throat-rending wail. Teeth grinding, every muscle taut, she wrenched her waist back as far as it would go. Yanking her bound arms like handles arched her back to match, breaking point.
Crunch!
Was that my teeth clenching, or her shoulder and waist creaking dangerously at their limit? I couldn’t tell even now—maybe both. From that brutal sound, I hammered my swollen cock into her womb with everything I had.
THWAAAAAACK!!!!!
“…!!!!!”
A wet, fleshy thud exploded from our groins, like flogging a soaked ass. Her full-moon cheeks compressed in half; through the sweat-and-juice-drenched cleft, my root-deep cock peeked briefly. The bloated shaft throbbed like it was retching, then unleashed thick semen straight into her womb in one go.
Spuuuurt!!!
A delusion—or hallucination?—of viscous fluid gushing deep in her flesh-wrapped belly. No, the mother receiving her son’s seed-laden cum heard it clearly through ringing ears: the sticky squelch as it flooded her womb like a tsunami, slamming into her brain. Taboo betrayal of son raping mother mixed with transcendent ecstasy, melting her mind in an instant. Her tear-glossed black pupils rolled upward slowly, whites filling her sockets as reason liquefied. Thick drool streamed from her scarlet tongue, lolling out and quivering from the root—then a vulgar wail erupted like a flood.
“Nnghooooooh!!!!!”
Shpluuuurt!!!
Her quaking widow’s thighs erupted like a burst pipe, squirting wildly. Climax heat evoked midsummer noon, filling the cell with her feminine musk. Crack, crack, crack. The male, lost to ejaculation, yanked her arms savagely without restraint; ominous pops sounded from her shoulders and waist. But the female, lost in orgasmic bliss, ignored the twisting pain entirely.