Chapter 422 (Mom)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 422 (Mom)
"Haaahhh!"
As the massive, rock-hard penis filled her, Mom’s upper body arched back and jolted upward.
Her back curved sharply, causing her large breasts to sway seductively.
"Keep acting like that! I’ll pop Se-young’s cherry tonight and knock her up right away!"
Si-woo spoke as if issuing a stern, powerful warning.
"Haaah-ahhhnnng!"
A pathetic, tearful moan escaped from Mom’s parted lips.
She pressed the vibrator she was holding even harder against her clitoris.
As the vibrator was pushed back into place, the mechanical vibrations and the intense pressure were felt vividly through Si-woo’s cock.
Si-woo pulled his hips back slightly before thrusting forward with a snapping motion.
With his cock buried deep inside her, he began to pump his hips in a shivering, rapid-fire motion.
Splat! Squish! Slap! Squish! Squish!
Si-woo’s long, rigid cock teased its way in and out of Mom’s soaking wet cave.
Gripping her hips with both hands, he began to drive his massive, heavy cock back and forth.
"Ha-ah! Haah... Haaah... Hauuugh!"
Mom’s moans spilled out, keeping pace with the rhythm of Si-woo’s hips.
Buried deep within her pussy hole, Si-woo’s cock gradually increased the range and intensity of the friction, meticulously sweeping against the mucous membranes and the folds of her internal walls.
* * *
Thuck! Squish! Plunge!
As the number of thrusts increased, the pressure and vibration from the vibrator began to loosen slightly.
Smack!
Si-woo let go of Mom’s waist and delivered a stinging slap to her buttocks.
"Hauuugh!"
Mom’s body jolted like a fish flopping out of water, her muscles quivering uncontrollably.
"I can feel it all through my dick! You fucking bitch! Your hand is losing strength, isn't it?! Get your head in the game! Do you really want me to get Se-young pregnant and make you a grandmother today?!"
Si-woo snapped at her, pointing out the weakening pressure of her hand against her groin.
"Huuu... Heuuu..."
A mournful, pathetic moan escaped Mom’s lips, as if she were begging for mercy.
"Oh, that’s right! Since that bitch Se-jin already fucked Dad and got pregnant, your status as a grandmother is already confirmed, isn't it, Seon-mi? Then if I knock up Se-young, I’ll just be making you a second grandchild."
Si-woo mocked and toyed with her, bringing up Se-jin Noona’s pregnancy.
"Should I just go ahead and get all your daughters pregnant today? While I’m at it, why don't you and I make another sibling for Se-young, Seon-mi?"
In an overbearing voice, Si-woo threatened and intimidated her, speaking of impregnating her and the rest of the family as if it were nothing.
"Heuuu... Heuuuuunng!"
Mom let out a long, piteous moan, sounding like a wounded animal.
"Answer me! You crazy bitch, Na Seon-mi!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Si-woo shouted, mercilessly whipping Mom’s buttocks.
"Hauggh! Ha-ah! Ahh! I... I'm sorry, Master! I'll... I'll focus! ...Haaahnnng..."
Mom pleaded in a tearful voice, spitting out words of apology.
She applied even more strength than before, pressing the vibrator hard against her clitoris.
Her vaginal muscles and the folds of her walls clamped down on his cock, creating intense friction...
The bone-rattling vibration of the device traveled through his cock once again.
The sensation of an impending ejaculation began to tingle at the tip of his penis.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
With his palm resting on Mom’s backside, Si-woo began to drive his cock in and out of her cave, aiming as if to batter the entrance of her womb.
Realizing that Si-woo’s pounding had begun in earnest, Mom buried her face in her arms on the table.
"Ha-ahnnng! Ha-ah! Ha-aaah!"
Mom screamed as if she were losing her mind, her pussy hole being ravaged with such force that it felt like her womb was being pushed upward.
Whenever it seemed like the strength in Mom’s hand was failing or her legs were about to give way, Si-woo would maintain his rhythm while mercilessly slapping her ass.
Smack! Slap! Crack!
The sound of the impacts on Mom’s skin was so sharp it sounded like flesh tearing.
"Haaahnnng! He-eeng! Hauuunng!"
Mom let out moans that sounded more like the howling of a wild beast.
Every time Si-woo’s "branding iron" struck her buttocks, her fading consciousness seemed to snap back, her body stiffening and trembling.
Perhaps due to Si-woo’s relentless spanking, the duration of Mom’s firm pressure on the vibrator grew longer and longer.
Under the continuous vibration and the crushing grip of her vaginal muscles, Si-woo felt his own climax rapidly approaching.
* * *
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
As time blurred, Si-woo dug even deeper into Mom’s pussy hole.
"Haaahhh! Master! Ha-ahhh! Haaahnnng! Master! Ha-aaah! Hauggh!"
Mom was now taking Si-woo’s pounding while letting out loud cries of ecstasy, seemingly no longer caring about the hallway outside the karaoke room.
Si-woo glanced toward the window in the door to check the hallway.
Thinking it would be best to take measures regarding Mom’s growing volume, he pulled his hand away from her supple, tight buttocks.
He reached for the songbook and the remote control sitting on the table.
Si-woo opened the songbook and placed it on Mom’s back.
Then, he briefly set the remote on her red, swollen buttocks.
He continued to move his hips, thrusting into Mom’s body without using his hands.
Squish! Thud! Plunge! Thud! Thud!
Creak!
Under Si-woo’s merciless pounding, Mom was pushed forward toward the monitor along with the table she was leaning on.
She ended up bent over in a position that made her even more visible through the door’s window.
"Huuuuuuuugh!"
Even as she was pushed forward, Mom struggled to maintain her balance, desperate not to drop the items on her back and buttocks for fear of another outburst from Si-woo.
Si-woo flipped through the songbook on her back, looking for a song that had just come to mind.
A loud metal track with a heavy instrumental to drown out Mom’s noisy moans.
It was a song called North of Heaven by a metal band named Layers.
Si-woo found the number in the book, punched it into the remote, and started the accompaniment.
Then, he picked up the microphone, turned it on, and held it in front of Mom’s face as she lay sprawled on the table.
Mom, who had been moaning mindlessly while being impaled by Si-woo’s cock, gasped.
"Ha-ahnnng—Hmph!!"
Hearing her own voice echoing through the room via the microphone, Mom jerked her head back in shock and covered her mouth.
Si-woo pressed down on her head with his hand, leaning forward to press his lips against her ear.
"Why? Why don't you scream some more like a crazy bitch?! So everyone passing by in the hallway can come and watch us!"
"We can just move the whole family abroad, right?! If that actually happens, I’ll make sure to give Se-young a new sibling every single year, Seon-mi."
Si-woo spoke with contempt and mockery, taunting her for her lack of restraint in a public place.
"Hmph! Hu-uup! Ha-uuup!"
Mom tried to pull her head back, tensing her neck to resist the pressure of Si-woo’s arm and move away from the microphone.
Si-woo set the microphone down on the table and slid his free hand under Mom’s breast.
His fingertips quickly found the prominent nipple at the center of her breast.
He curled his middle finger, hooking it against the tip of his thumb.
Pressing his middle fingernail hard against his thumb, he prepared a powerful flick.
Snap!
Si-woo delivered a sharp, stinging flick right to Mom’s nipple.
"Hauup!! Mmmph!! Hauuup!! Ha-aaaap!!"
Mom’s body thrashed like a live fish in agony.
She let out violent, ragged breaths through her nose, desperately trying to suppress her moans.
"Don't you dare turn your head or pull away, you bitch! Or I’ll do the exact same thing to your clitoris!"
Si-woo whispered the grave warning into her ear.
Tears of pain welled in Mom’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
Si-woo lifted his hand from her head and straightened his back.
Even after he let go, Mom’s face remained fixed toward the microphone as if frozen.
With a terrified expression, her body trembling violently, she blinked her moist eyes helplessly.
Si-woo felt as though he had now completely dominated and claimed her as his own.
Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
Si-woo swung his hips in time with the intense tempo of the thrash metal music blasting from the karaoke machine.
"Haup! Haup! Ha-ap! Ha-aaap! Ha-ahnnng!"
Mom’s muffled moans filtered through the microphone, sounding like a harmony layered over the melody of the song.
