Overseas Reality Filming Trip (1)
-Thud!
Something was definitely wrong. That was the thought racing through her mind, but Jua's mom couldn't muster any resistance—like a branch caught in a storm.
I need to tell him to stop. Scold him properly. It's not like I've gone all the way yet. Just putting it in and shaking a little. No real thrusting!!
Her body wouldn't obey. It was all because of the pleasure. The overwhelming pleasure.
Why won't my body move the way I want? Does it make any sense that I'm sticking my ass up like a dog in front of my son-in-law?
Slap!
"Hiiyaang~!"
"So cute, Mother-in-law."
"Tch! Don't get cheeky! Do you have any idea how old I am? Cute?!"
"That moan you just made? Sounded just like a cat. Meow for me like one."
"I-I can't do that. I've never...!"
Slap!
"Hyaaht!"
"There we go, that's pretty. Good girl for moaning so nicely—you deserve a reward. A bell would look perfect on you, Mother-in-law."
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
He lightly gripped the back of her neck and slammed his hips down. From above to below. Thrust! Pound! Thrust! Pound! From above to below. Thrust-pound. Thrust-pound, thrust-pound!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Hak! Hak! Heuk! Eung!"
She couldn't stifle her moans. This was sex she'd never felt before, never even heard of.
Is this... even possible?
She never imagined she'd learn firsthand that her daughter's moans weren't exaggerated. Hearing her own gasps mirror her daughter's sent a thrilling jolt straight to her core.
As her son-in-law's thrusts quickened, her moans grew louder. And then, unable to control his strength, he tore her top clean open!
Riiip!
Hng!
Masculine. Something her husband could never provide... No, stop! What am I even thinking?!
She shook her head desperately. She had to stop this now. Convince him. But just as she opened her mouth, he spoke first.
"Sorry. I ruined your clothes."
"Hngut!!! It's f-fine. The cl-clothes don't matter... Aang!"
Ripping the shirt was one thing. But that cock stabbing into her pussy? Unacceptable. She was about to firmly tell him to stop when memories of her sexless years—satisfied only by toys—flooded back.
His intense, unyielding cock was piercing her in ways no toy could match.
Can I really refuse this? This might be my only chance for such a vivid memory in my life.
In the end, she surrendered. To the powerful young cock dragging her into an ocean of pleasure she'd never known.
"Eung, eut! N-not inside, not inside...! Euteut!"
"Huwook! Hook! So lewd, Mother-in-law. This pussy that birthed Jua sis? Incredible. I figured childbirth would've loosened it, but it's squeezing my cock tight from the moment I entered... Hoo...!"
He hoisted her up effortlessly and spun her around. One of her sagging breasts flopped out from the torn, stretched tank top.
S-so embarrassing.
Compared to her daughter's perky ones, hers must look pathetic. After her youthful firmness faded, time had taken its toll. Too shameful to show her son-in-law.
She tried to cover them with her arms, but he firmly pulled them away.
"Don't hide. I like them."
"Th-there's no way these saggy udders look good."
"Nonsense. These breasts raised Jua sis—how could they not be perfect?"
"M-my areolas are huge and ugly...?"
Her husband had hated them especially. He liked big tits but not the shape, always opting for doggy to avoid looking.
What if her son-in-law lost interest too?
...Idiot. If he stops, that's a good thing. Why worry?
Thrust!
"Haaang!?"
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Smack~! Smack~! Smack~! Smack~!
He engulfed her dark brown nipple in one go, sucking greedily. The intensity made her scream involuntarily.
"Kyaaht! Too hard!"
Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp!
"S-sucking like that won't make milk come out!"
"Hng, Mother-in-law... so tasty."
"Eut! No biting."
He didn't mind her "pathetic" breasts. If anything, he devoured them eagerly, calling them delicious. Her chest swelled with emotion, and her hands moved on their own—gently stroking his head as he mauled them.
Considerate of her pain, he switched to soft laps of his tongue. Now treating her nipples like toys.
"I'll punish you for playing with my tits."
Smack, smooch. "Not playing. I'm soothing them with all my heart. Let me comfort the other one too—no jealousy."
He alternated between her breasts, licking greedily.
"Eup! Heup!"
She clamped her mouth shut on her moans, praying her daughter wouldn't hear.
After obsessing over her chest, he laid her fully on the bed, spread her legs wide into a V, and climbed on top.
She knew what was coming. Round two.
His cock slid into her pussy like it belonged there—perfect fit. He grinned and snapped his hips.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Hit! Hit! Keuk! Hak!"
His powerful thrusts lifted her ass off the bed; he grabbed her hips, bending her legs at right angles for deeper access.
Then the piston resumed! Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust!
"Haaaaak!"
His cock battered her womb, eyes rolling back. Pleasure-pleasure-pleasure-pleasure—her mind was brainwashed by ecstasy alone. An orgasm no hard toy could reach. The young man's raw energy coursed through her pussy. Not technique—pure power! It matched her tastes perfectly.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Aaaaang~! No wayyy!! This... this can't... Aaaang! No wayyy!! Hiiit!!"
"I'll fill you up so full you'll never feel lacking. Pound you senseless till you pass out."
Pound her till she fainted? She doubted his words, reality blurring with dream. Was this even real?
Her doubts vanished into white static.
Slam-slam-slam-slam!
"Aaaaaang~! Goooood!"
"Meow like a cat. Or moo like a cow? Nah, nyaong-nyaong is cuter."
Slap! Slap!
"Haaang! Nyaang~! Nyaaaang!"
Each downward slam shook her womb. Unable to withstand, she collapsed fully onto the bed.
"Haaaa... haeung."
Shiver-shiver—
His cock withdrew, but the heat and aftershocks lingered. As she trembled in a haze...
He gripped his steaming cock, lifted one leg—no rest.
"N-no w...!"
"Can't rest yet. We're just getting started."
Thrust!
"Kyaaaat!"
-Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
Merciless pistoning made her pussy squirt once.
Drip! Driiiip! Drip!
"Hiii..."
A mess. Face flushed crimson, legs splayed limp.
Drool-drool—
As the endless stream tapered...
His unrelenting cock plunged back in.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Hoo, next time I'll get you a bell. It'll suit you perfectly."
"Nyaaaaat!"
The bed's tyrant had conquered her utterly.
Jingle, jingle, jingle—somewhere, a bell rang.
♣ ♣ ♣
A few days after unexpectedly tumbling into bed with Mother-in-law.
The overseas shoot location was set, and we boarded a plane to a far-off land.
On this planet, akin to Earth's Italy, Venice's spot hosts Marenchino's Bafelro city.
Note: Country's Marenchino, city's Bafelro.
Bafelro draws tourists like Venice's water city—but it's a forest metropolis built in a massive crater from a collapsed mountain.
The continent mirrors Earth's, but differences abound.
"Their food's supposed to be legendary, right?"
"I wanna hit Jupeño Restaurant!"
"That's the one you gotta visit before you die."
"Yeah. Can we go this time?"
"Isn't it pricey?"
"Ah, right. With the production budget..."
"It'll be fine."
Camera in hand, we marched the streets like triumphant generals under the blazing sun.
Drawing stares from locals (mostly women).
This world had racism too. Negative attention on men plus racial bias—what could go wrong?
Even with cameras visible, Marenchino women charged ahead.
-How much?
-I called dibs on this one.
-Back off. I spit first!
"Hold on! Stay back, please."
"Interpreter! Tell them we're filming—back off."
"What are they saying?"
"Uh... well..."
We'd brought an interpreter since we couldn't understand Marenchino, but she looked troubled by the crew's question.
"Looks like local thugs from a rough neighborhood. One sec."
She chatted with the women instead of translating, and soon they grumbled and backed off reluctantly.
"All clear now."
"You sure? Don't want trouble later."
"Just street punks. Told 'em we're from a broadcast station—they backed down. Lied and said we're popular idols; they won't dare touch us."
Earth's K-pop boomed thanks to one boy group, but here, idols held even higher status.
Grouping handsome men for performances hooked overseas perfectly.
A success born of women's obsessive male fixation transcending racism.
See? Western women supposedly ignore Eastern guys, yet here they swarm us despite cameras.
If regular guys get this, celebs like us? Cameras be damned.
They obeyed the interpreter's mystery words out of fear—female fans do anything for their idols.
Harm one? Assassination attempts wouldn't shock.
Mess with an idol group, get blacklisted by fans—you're done. Punks have no choice but to fold.
I was finally feeling the pro idol world's starting line.