Chapter 258
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 258
Si-woo lies his mother down, her back against the mattress, and spreads her legs wide.
As her legs fall open, the beautiful curves centered around the cleft of her buttocks spread out in a pleasing shape.
Si-woo kneels between her parted thighs, his cock standing tall.
Between the mounds of his mother’s parted flesh, at the entrance of the valley where fluids flowed, the heated pink flesh of her labia minora flickered white, as if frothing at the mouth.
Si-woo’s massive penis, encased in a thin, transparent condom, stood rigid as if boasting of its enduring strength.
He brought his massive penis to the flickering flesh of her labia minora between her spread legs.
Si-woo rubbed his steadfastly rising cock shaft back and forth, slowly trying to wedge it into the crevice of her flesh.
The glans and the upper part of the shaft pushed through, getting caught within the split in her flesh.
Si-woo thrust his hips forward, slowly filling his mother’s pussy hole with his hard mass of flesh.
—Sluuuurp!
The sound of wet flesh enveloping the mass echoed exaggeratedly from inside her hole.
"Haah... Haaah... Ahhh!"
A pained sigh and a moan, thick with exhaustion, leaked from his mother’s lips.
The tip of Si-woo’s cock, which had been slowly sliding into her pussy hole, finally reached the entrance of her cervix.
Feeling the intense stimulation pressing against her womb, his mother curled her body inward and gripped Si-woo tightly with both arms.
Her upper body lifted slightly, her chin tucking over Si-woo’s shoulder.
At the same time, her supple, bare breasts were pressed against Si-woo’s chest and stomach.
The hard, red protrusions of her nipples scratched against Si-woo’s chest as if caressing him.
Si-woo propped his elbows on the mattress and pressed down on his mother’s body, using his weight to pin her.
With her pussy hole tightly filled, he held her down so she couldn't move and began to work his hips.
Si-woo’s massive mass of flesh pulled and pushed gently, as if massaging the walls of her vagina.
The mucosal flesh inside the hole clung to his penis, tightening forcefully as it was swept inward and outward.
—Squelch! Splat! Squish! Splat!
Having already experienced several climaxes, the flesh inside his mother’s pussy hole had become incredibly sensitive, and Si-woo’s gentle movements brushed against it.
Though the movement was slower and calmer compared to the violent pounding from before, it delivered an even greater thrill and stimulation to her hole.
"Haah... Ahhh... Haaah... Ah, ah... Hngh... Hngh..."
As if expressing the sensation of soft pleasure felt deep inside her pussy hole, his mother let out long, dreamy moans in time with Si-woo’s piston movement.
Her legs and knees, which had been spread wide, eventually wrapped around Si-woo’s pelvis, waist, and thighs.
Her arms, snaking over Si-woo’s shoulders and under his armpits, held his neck and torso in a tight embrace.
Si-woo continued to thrust his hips, repeatedly filling her pussy hole with his fully erect penis and then pulling back.
Every time Si-woo’s cock pushed deep against the entrance of her cervix—not too hard, but with firm pressure—the moans coming from her mouth would cut off abruptly.
As if enduring the intense pleasure of the soft pressure accompanied by a hint of pain, his mother would hold her breath momentarily, only to let out a ragged, desperate gasp when Si-woo pulled his hips back to release the pressure.
Her head tossed back and then pressed against Si-woo’s shoulder again in a repeating motion.
* * *
Si-woo lifted his head slightly to look at Se-young’s body, which was lying horizontally at the head of the bed.
Se-young’s snow-white body, wearing nothing but pink panties, was exposed right before his eyes.
From her face, which still held a girlish charm, to her lovely breasts that had begun to swell.
Se-young’s body was damp with his mother’s saliva, which she had used to carefully lick away Si-woo’s semen.
Despite the busy and noisy activity he was engaged in with his mother just moments ago, Se-young showed no signs of waking up.
"Se-young’s breasts are pretty... I wonder if they’ll get as big as Se-hee’s or Seon-mi’s later?"
Si-woo whispered into his mother’s ear while moving his hips in a relaxed, leisurely rhythm.
His mother’s body flinched slightly at his words.
Si-woo reached out with one arm, which had been supporting his weight, toward Se-young’s chest.
He spread his palm over Se-young’s breast, which had begun to swell into a beautiful shape.
Se-young’s breast, soft as a rice cake and damp with his mother’s saliva, fit perfectly into Si-woo’s hand.
Si-woo squeezed and kneaded Se-young’s breast within his palm.
The tender, jelly-like breast changed shape under his touch, as if it might melt away from the pleasure.
"Se-young’s breasts feel so soft in my hand... and they’re a bit damp because of your spit, Seon-mi."
Si-woo whispered, relaying the molestation he was committing against Se-young to his blindfolded mother in real-time.
—Squish! Squish! Squish!
At the same time, Si-woo slightly increased the speed of his hips.
The strength in his mother’s arms and legs, which were wrapped around him, intensified.
"Haa... Ahh... Ahhh! Hngh!"
His mother’s voice drifted out, sounding lightheaded as if she were losing her mind.
"I wonder if Se-young is actually awake? Seeing as she isn't waking up even though I'm kneading her breasts like this..."
Si-woo spoke into her ear as if teasing her.
—Squish! Squelch! Splat! Thud! Squelch!
Si-woo’s hips created a rhythmical movement.
With his massive penis tightly filling her hole, he scraped against her vaginal walls as if violating them.
"Hngh... Ahh... Ahhh... Haaah..."
A sobbing tremor began to seep into his mother’s moans.
"Should I flick Se-young’s nipple hard with my finger, like I did to you, Seon-mi? Then we’ll know if she’s just pretending to sleep or not, right?!"
Si-woo spoke playfully, intending to unsettle his mother’s heart.
"Or should I just keep pinching her until she wakes up?! She’ll be so shocked when she wakes up and sees us like this."
Si-woo continued to whisper into her ear, giving form to the very situation his mother feared most.
"She might have already woken up from your moaning, Seon-mi!"
Si-woo brought his lips to her ear, his voice vibrating through her.
"Hngh...!"
His mother caught her breath and hugged Si-woo’s body as if paralyzed.
"Well, does it even matter? I might as well just show Se-young clearly this time!"
Si-woo spoke as if he were humiliating her, using explicit words.
"That I’m the one who has sex with her mom instead of Dad!"
In a low, grounded voice, Si-woo spoke as if reminding her once again of the act and the situation they were sharing.
Whether stimulated by Si-woo’s depraved words or not, his mother began to writhe violently as if reaching a climax, gripping his body tight.
"Hngh... Honey!! Ahhh!! Ahh... Haaah!"
A single word burst out like an exclamation as she released her held breath.
And then, the intense moaning followed.
At that unexpected word from his mother’s mouth, Si-woo felt his mind go blank for a moment.
By the time the meaning of the word she uttered became clear in his head, a dizzying sensation of pleasure washed over him.
Had his mother just reached a climax while calling him by the title used between a married couple, all while being held by her son, Si-woo?
Or had her mind, clouded by frequent orgasms, mistaken him for her husband?
Even though he had saved his mother in his smartphone contacts as "Legal Wife," he had never dreamed he would hear her call him "Honey" while having sex with him.
Whether she had uttered it while thinking of her husband in her delirium, or whether she had unconsciously accepted her son, Si-woo, as her husband, it was enough to stimulate him with a new fantasy.
Si-woo recalled the photo he had received from Aunt Gyu-ri before.
The photo of pregnant women wearing veils, kneeling and facing each other in a line.
A ritual where they pledged the marriage of the fetuses inside each other’s wombs.
It was a ritual where Si-woo entered a new marital relationship with Aunt Gyu-ri, and his mother with the fetus that had been in Aunt Gyu-ri’s womb.
Was that just a game for temporary amusement?
Or was it a ritualistic act that was still valid?
Si-woo imagined putting a veil on his mother and making her kneel to suck his genitals.
In his fantasy, his mother’s belly was as swollen as Se-jin Noona’s had been in the photo on Se-hee Noona’s smartphone.
Perhaps what was inside was a younger sister or daughter created from Si-woo’s seed—or perhaps a new future wife.
As his thoughts reached that point, a dizzying torrent of pleasure surged through Si-woo’s spine like a vibration.
It felt as though any sense of ordinary morality Si-woo possessed had been completely swept away and emptied by that dizzying torrent of pleasure.