The Girlfriend's Mother I Couldn't Resist

What was being driven between her thighs was something she had never once imagined in terms of size or shape.

It pulsed and writhed — not a sex organ, but a weapon.

"Crazy… Yeonwoo… this… this really can't be. Something this big…"

"It's okay. Hye-na… likes it too… Mother will be able to take it."

"Haa… no… no… aah… aah!!!"

Her stifled moans leaked through her wrist. Yeonwoo pinned one of her wrists above her head with one hand, and with the other, he gripped his own cock, lining it up precisely with the entrance of her pussy before slowly pushing it inside.

"Ah… Mother… it feels so good."

Yeonwoo whispered as he lowered his hips. The tight, elastic sensation that reached his cock was unbelievable for a woman in her forties who had already given birth.

"This is no joke."

"Hueung… it's really going in."

Her pussy welcomed his cock as if wrapping it warmly in an embrace. And inside, it was hot.

Min-yeong's eyes rolled back as the massive cock burrowed inch by inch into her.

"No… don't… please pull out!!! I'm Hye-na's mother. Yeonwoo, snap out of it."

"I know."

"You know, and you're still doing this? And yours… it's so… big… Yeonwoo… it's… filling me up completely."

"I still… have more to go in."

Yeonwoo pushed the remaining length of his cock all the way in, then pulled his hips back and slowly withdrew it from inside her pussy. He watched her expression, then drove back in hard.

"Aah…!"

Min-yeong's legs lifted off the ground from the pleasure of that heavy cock being rammed into her pussy, combined with the mental shock of accepting her daughter's boyfriend's cock. But… she still didn't push him away.

Yeonwoo gripped her waist and began to find a rhythm. Every time his cock slammed in, the friction between their sex organs produced lewd, wet sounds from inside her pussy.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Hueuk… Mother's pussy… feels like it's eating me alive."

"Crazy… the one eating you alive… is me. I've never even imagined something like this. Haaang~"

"Same here. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠But… it feels so good. Yours… is unbelievably tight."

"Please… don't say things like that!!!"

Min-yeong threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut.

'This can't be happening… accepting a man at my husband's funeral… and the man is Hye-na's boyfriend… how did I end up like this…'

A faint guilt crept in, but every time Yeonwoo's cock drove into her, she wished this moment would never end.

One more time,

Yeonwoo buried his cock deep inside her pussy.

Min-yeong was holding back her bursting moans with tears streaming down her face, barely managing to clamp her mouth shut.

"Hueup… eueup… e…ueup…"

Her face showed every effort she was making to swallow her moans.

"Mother… you look so… beautiful."

"Please, Yeonwoo… pull out… please… this really isn't right."

Regardless of her pleas, Yeonwoo's cock repeatedly slid slowly out of her pussy and then thrust back in with a sharp push.

"Why… why are you doing this to me. You're… my daughter's boyfriend!"

"I know. This is where… Hye-na was born…"

Yeonwoo's hips moved harder and more violently. Her body arched like a bow, her mouth falling wide open. But no moan escaped.

She looked at Yeonwoo and said,

"Please… stop now… I… can't hold it… my moans are about to burst out."

Min-yeong begged in a desperate voice. But Yeonwoo ignored her and drove in once more.

"Hueup… ueup… ueup…"

A moan leaked out. Yeonwoo seemed to enjoy the sight of her struggling to hold back her cries even as pleasure overwhelmed her.

The unprecedented pleasure she had never experienced before, and the fact that she absolutely couldn't make loud sounds — all of it drove both man and woman to extreme arousal.

"Hueuk…!"

A white flash lit up Min-yeong's vision. His cock scraped directly against her sensitive spot, triggering a storm of pleasure.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Yeonwoo's thrusts grew larger.

"Hueueup… please… Yeonwoo, I can't… I can't hold it anymore."

She shook her head violently from side to side, trying to suppress the moans bursting out of her.

"Aaaah…! It's too… too much…! And… it feels so good. I'm going crazy… it can't feel this good…"

Her quiet scream filled the room. Yeonwoo pushed harder. The sofa shook. Min-yeong swayed her hips and pulled him into her embrace. She had now completely adapted to that massive cock — she even moved her body as if she wanted to take it even deeper.

Their sweat spread across the sofa's leather, making it glisten.

"I… I'm really going crazy. This can't be… at my husband's funeral…"

Her muttering expressed both her self-loathing and the pleasure she was facing at the same time.

Along with Yeonwoo's breathless whisper, his final thrust burrowed deep into her body.

"I… want to leave Hye-na and be with Mother."

Min-yeong's legs trembled.

"Crazy. No…"

"Really no? I… I like Mother so much…"

His movements grew faster and rougher.

'Does Hye-na… get to have this man's cock whenever she wants?'

The sofa's rocking continued in a steady rhythm, and pleasure built rapidly inside her body. And finally—

"Haaak! Haaak! I'm going crazy!"

Her desperate moan burst out. Her body seemed to reach the peak of tension.

"Me too… I think I'm about to cum."

His body tensed, and an explosive spasm erupted deep inside her.

"Yeonwoo… please… kiss me. I… I'm going to scream."

She whispered frantically, breathlessly. Her eyes overflowed with pleasure. Min-yeong desperately wanted his kiss, and Yeonwoo immediately ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠covered her mouth with his.

A wave of hot semen poured from the tip of his cock, spreading deep inside her body. Her body trembled in sync with his release. Her voice, trapped inside his mouth, turned into a long, deep, quivering moan, and her closed eyelids fluttered rapidly.

Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussy clamped down on his cock one final time, violently, as if sucking everything out of him.

After a moment, everything settled into silence. Only the two of their rough, irregular breathing filled the waiting room.

Yeonwoo slowly lifted himself up and pulled away from her. As his cock slid out of her pussy, white semen dripped down between her thighs, staining her black mourning skirt. She would have to carry the trace of Yeonwoo's semen throughout the rest of her husband's mourning period.

Min-yeong lay limp on the sofa, unable to even open her eyes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and tears of pleasure streamed from the corners of her eyes.

'Switch emotion value to auto mode.'

Her value… began to drop rapidly.

'As I thought… that grief was still there. Otherwise, the value wouldn't drop this fast.'

Yeonwoo was certain his hypothesis was correct.

After a moment, she slowly sat up. Every movement brought fatigue along with a subtle, pleasurable ache. She adjusted the folds of her mourning clothes with trembling hands.

"Yeonwoo… why… why did you do that to me?"

Min-yeong asked quietly, without lifting her head. Yeonwoo approached her without saying a word. But this time, Min-yeong pulled away from his body.

"Because I like you, Mother."

"You just do this to anyone you like? Without even considering the other person's feelings?"

"Did only I want it?"

"You're… crazy. Really… do you think I wanted it too?"

"Didn't you?"

She couldn't answer Yeonwoo's question. Thinking back, she hadn't refused him. She had repeatedly voiced her refusal with words, but… she hadn't pulled away or pushed him off. Instead, she had pulled him into her embrace and sobbed. The image was vivid in her mind.

'Why did I really do that…'

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't understand herself. She felt ashamed of that side of her.

"Yeonwoo. Just… can you leave? I want to be alone."

Her value ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had returned to negative. Of course, he could adjust it again, but he didn't. He thought it was necessary to let her grieve properly, and it was also a time when Hye-na might return at any moment.

"Yes… I understand."

Yeonwoo stood up and began picking up his clothes to dress. Just as he started walking toward the door, her voice came again.

"Yeonwoo."

He turned around.

"You… will keep today's events… a secret? Especially… from Hye-na…"

"Yes. I will."

As soon as Yeonwoo stepped out of the waiting room, he saw Hye-na and Seonyeong walking toward him from the end of the corridor. Seonyeong was carrying a bag, and Hye-na still looked exhausted.

"You worked hard, Seonyeong."

Yeonwoo said quietly, as usual.

"Go inside and rest for today."

"No… I'll stay with you both."

Seonyeong said, glancing between Yeonwoo and Hye-na.

"No, Seonyeong. This is enough for now. It's already four o'clock… go inside and rest a little. Yeonwoo-hyung is here… and there are people to help."

"Are you really sure it's okay?"

"Yeah…"

"Alright. Tomorrow… no, today… I'll come again…"

"Yeah… thank you so much."

After Seonyeong left, the waiting room door opened from the inside. Hye-na's mother, Min-yeong, came out. She had already neatly arranged her mourning clothes.

Yeonwoo watched her value closely. It sometimes dipped to -30, but it was steadily staying below -30. It had dropped significantly from the initial state when it had exceeded -50.

'Still… did sex with me help her compose her emotions?'

Yeonwoo thought carefully.

"Hye-na."

Her voice was calm, but deep fatigue seeped beneath it.

"You rest for a bit too. Mom… has rested enough. I'll be in the condolence room."

Hye-na nodded and replied.

"Mom, please don't overwork yourself either."

Min-yeong didn't even give Yeonwoo a glance as she walked quietly toward the condolence room. Hye-na and Yeonwoo entered the waiting room as Min-yeong had said.

When the door closed, the room still seemed to carry a faint… scent of sex lingering in the air. Yeonwoo noticed it, but Hye-na seemed completely unfazed.

They sat side by side on the sofa. And Hye-na, looking tired, leaned against his shoulder.

Yeonwoo began to get aroused again at the thought that her daughter was sitting on the very sofa where he had just ravished her mother.

Her gaze naturally dropped downward. And she saw the bulge forming in the middle of Yeonwoo's pants. The outline was unmistakably clear.

Hye-na paused for a moment, staring at it. Then she gently reached out and placed her palm over the bulge.

Feeling the heat beneath the fabric, she rubbed it softly.

"Hyung… what is this?"