The Married Mother's Lewd Surrender
The second round began as Yoon Seoha paused her fierce thrusting hips for a moment, gazing at the woman before her with trembling eyes.
“H-husband?”
Husband.
Husband, huh.
It was clearly the word for the man who had become a woman's partner through marriage. Other terms included married man, or more formally, lord husband, beloved spouse, or consort.
In other words, calling someone your husband meant you had to be married to them.
O-of course, it's not like there aren't cases where lovers call each other husband or wife without being married...
But was this one of those times?
Doubts flooded her mind, numbing her thoughts.
“...Name.”
“N-nngh...?”
“What's your name?”
“J-Jang... Miae...”
Ah.
This was bad.
I really just raped her.
A chill ran down the back of Yoon Seoha's neck. Cold sweat broke out, and her body felt icy.
W-what do I do...?
Yoon Seoha's eyes shook violently. Fortunately, Jang Miae—the victim, if you could call her that—was lost in the afterglow of pleasure with her eyes closed, oblivious to the sight.
“Hngiii♥”
Her body shuddered, and Seoha instinctively pulled her hips back, drawing a lewd moan from Jang Miae's lips.
...Maybe it's not that bad?
Hearing that moan, Yoon Seoha slowly calmed her racing mind. The storm of worries subsided, and forgotten memories resurfaced.
Guidelines don't need to be followed strictly. Just enjoy yourself to the fullest.
Those were the final words from Department Head Do Yoonseo in the car before arriving home. At the time, Seoha had dismissed it as a bad joke, but now it clicked.
Is it really okay to go ahead?
Maybe it was better to admit the mistake and stop. No, wasn't that the morally right thing to do from the start?
Various thoughts swirled and faded. Her brain must have been warped by pleasure. Otherwise, why would her cock get even harder in this situation?
“Hng, giii♥ It's... getting bigger♥”
“Doesn't matter.”
Do Yoonseo—the boss—had simply told her to enjoy it. Her eyes had sparkled with leisure and a hint of mischief. Maybe she hadn't anticipated Seoha ending up in a spot like this.
“Let's enjoy it. That's what you want too, right?”
Maybe she was overthinking it. Yoonseo wasn't clairvoyant; how could she predict this?
But if—if—she really had foreseen it.
If so, all Yoon Seoha could do was enjoy herself.
“Hngoooohhh♥”
Jang Miae's moans filled the house. Vulgar, utterly depraved sounds from a woman on the cusp of forty—a hideous bitch in heat.
Yoon Seoha slammed her hips roughly, venting all her worries and turmoil.
“F-fuuuck♥ Cock♥ It's the cock making me cuuuum♥”
“Yeah? Then die! Cum and die!”
“Hiiiii♥ P-pussyyyy♥♥”
The bedsheets and blankets were already soaked with pussy juices. Her blouse, underwear, and slacks lay discarded in one corner of the room, while the shredded Dongtan dress was scattered across the bed.
The wet slap-slap-slap of flesh colliding mixed with the moans, echoing through the house.
“Sounds like the soundproofing here's shit. Think the neighbors might come knocking? Huh?”
“Hng, heooooh♥ Kihiii♥”
“How're you gonna face the neighbors now, huh? Huh?”
Mentioning the neighbors made her pussy clench even tighter.
“Imagining it? You're squeezing harder.”
“Hngiii♥”
Through her narrowed eyes, a whirlwind of pleasure swirled. Seoha brought her hand to the woman's slender neck, gradually steadying her erratic thrusts.
“K-khiii♥ Hnguuuuh♥”
“You like having your throat choked, huh? Figures. Getting off this hard on being raped? Total maso.”
“Aaaahhh♥”
“It was weird from the start. You could've screamed that you picked the wrong person, thrashed around.”
“Koooooh?! Khiuuuu♥”
A psshhh sprayed pussy juice everywhere. Watching it soak her body and drip to the floor, Yoon Seoha clicked her tongue softly.
“Hnguuut♥”
A lewd moan escaped involuntarily as thick semen began filling her womb. It seeped into her vaginal walls and uterus, absorbed slowly. Gooey clumps plugged the cervix, sperm desperately swimming toward her eggs.
Jang Miae's eyes trembled at the corners, heedless of pregnancy risks, no condom—just pure, raw creampie flooding her.
“O-oh♥ C-cuuuuming♥”
“Huuuuh... Wanna move to the living room?”
Jang Miae lay sprawled, utterly spent. Grabbing her hair, Yoon Seoha dragged her off the bed and sauntered to the living room.
Her hair yanked, Jang Miae was pulled across the floor like a ragdoll. The married bitch wore a slutty expression like a virgin in heat.
Clearly raped against her will, flooded with unwanted semen deep in her womb—yet a faint smile played on her face. Why?
“Kyaa♥”
“Stick out your tongue.”
“Heeeek♥ T-tongue, out♥”
Like a bitch in heat, she lolled her tongue. Laughable, for a married woman with a husband and adult daughter. Seoha gave her the sloppy kiss she craved, pounding her womb with her massive cock.
Even mid-kiss, her body twitched, eyes rolling back to flash whites in the light.
Pssshhh—following the bedroom, she squirted on the living room floor too. Globs of scraped-out cum from the relentless thrusting fell into the growing puddle.
Semen splattered with wet thwops, splashing juices onto Seoha's ankles and calves.
“Kihiii♥”
In front of the living room sofa, Seoha laid her over a small wooden table and rocked her hips savagely. Her womb crushed, fireworks exploding in her brain.
A monstrous club—at least twice her husband's size—hot and rigid, churned her pussy.
“Kihiiiik♥”
Shuddering, semen poured into her womb.
Pregnancy? Such thoughts were gone. She just craved more cum, to drown in it.
“Hnaaaaa♥♥”
Pop—her still-hard cock pulled free. Like a shaken cola can bursting, her pussy spewed cum everywhere.
“Kh, kihiiik♥”
Stretching, Yoon Seoha rose and headed to the kitchen for water.
Despite four or five loads already, the futanari cock stood firm—lust even stronger. Seoha exhaled softly in private awe.
Quenching her thirst, she returned to the living room, glancing at the wall clock.
“Already 9 PM.”
About five hours, then. She'd arrived around 4.
Squelch.
Seoha looked down reflexively. Her foot squished in a mix of cum and juices.
Sighing deeply, she sat on the sofa and nudged Jang Miae's ass with her foot.
“Uh, uhn...?”
“What're you doing?”
“Suck it.”
“I'm hooome~!”
Late evening, just past 10 PM. Jang Miyu, exhausted from company work, dragged herself through the front door with a shout.
“Hm?”
The house had been noisy even before opening the door. Stepping inside revealed the source.
“...Mom's watching porn?”
Does Dad not fuck her at night?
She made a mental note to recommend her favorite company service later, then bent to remove her shoes.
“Huh?”
There—a pair of unfamiliar shoes. Sleek black heels, engraved with a familiar logo.
“...Huuuh?”
Come to think of it, today was the day for that Futanari Corporation 'service' she'd booked. She'd forgotten amid the sudden work crunch.
“...M-Mom...?”
Her heart pounded. Could it be? The thought filled her mind.
Her steps quickened down the entry hall. Peeking through the half-open door to the living room—
“Ogguuuuh♥ Hiiik♥ Cuuuuuming♥♥♥”
“Ah...♥”
There was her always-respected, beloved mom—like a vulgar bitch. Just like her, moaning like a depraved slut.
“...I really do take after Mom, huh?”
How could their orgasm faces be identical?
It was fascinating.