Mom Ravages Her Precious Daughter with the Black Mega-Dick - Morning Wood, Wet Dream
"Mm... Ngh...?"
She slowly opened her eyes, blinking groggily as she scanned her surroundings. My room...?
Something felt off, so she sat up carefully and glanced down at her clothes.
"Aghhh—my head hurts so much... Right! I went out drinking last night!"
Memories flashed through her throbbing skull: toasting the new futanarian doctor who'd just become the head of the OB-GYN clinic.
"I must've gotten totally wasted... but I made it home somehow... Phew."
Muttering to herself, she checked her wristwatch instead of her dead phone.
AM 8:10
"Kyaaak?! What the—?!"
The digital display showed 8:10 AM—twenty minutes past her normal 7:50 start time.
I'm late... totally late!
"Agh!! Why didn't Mom wake me up...!"
Her face crumpled at the thought of being late on the new doctor's first day. Jo Ara hurriedly stripped to wash up.
Wait... I'm still in my nurse uniform?
Normally, even blackout drunk, her mom Park Ayoung would've changed her into pajamas. Something felt weird today, but there was no time to dwell. Ara stripped off her outer clothes, leaving just her underwear, and dashed out of her room.
Tap-tap!
"Mommm—! Why didn't you wake me...!"
She hurried downstairs calling for Ayoung, but the first-floor kitchen was eerily silent.
What...? Did Mom oversleep too?
Ara pictured her mom, who rose without fail every day for years to prepare breakfast. Then her gaze landed on Ayoung's closed bedroom door.
"Mom? Mom?"
She walked up and called out loudly, but then...
"Nah... Mom's human too. She gets tired. I'll just go."
She pulled back from the doorknob and rushed to the bathroom.
Creeeak...
"Hm? Fishy smell...? From the drain?"
A strange briny odor hit her as she opened the door, but she shook it off—no time. She jumped into the shower as planned.
Okay, nothing missed...
After drying her hair and double-checking her outfit, she whispered,
"...I'm off."
So her mom wouldn't wake, Ara slipped out, closing the door with a soft creak-click.
The house fell into power-saving darkness and deep silence after Ara left.
Snore... snore...
But faint breathing leaked from behind the firmly shut door. Beyond it: a bed and vanity. On the vanity, a framed photo of a kindly smiling man. Beside the bed...
"...—"
His wife lay pitifully, uncovered by even a blanket, just as she'd dressed before sleep: white tee and navy pleated skirt.
Ooooh!! With the black mega-cock—! With the male dick—! I'm cummiiing—!!!
The woman who'd passed out from her first-ever male masturbation frenzy the night before... no, Ayoung...
I gotta clean up... before Ara wakes... I barely got up at dawn, wiped the paralytic fluid stains from the wall and the cum from the kitchen...
Shhh—...
"Ngh... ngh..."
She'd staggered to the bathroom to wash her black cock slick with her own semen.
Swish—thud.
She'd tossed her sweat- and cum-soaked black panties into the tub and stumbled out.
So... sleepy...
A mistake she'd never make sane, but post-nut clarity from her first time left her brain-fried.
Thud!
She'd collapsed into bed and stayed out cold till now.
"Mm... mm..."
Swish— Ayoung tossed with a soft moan, rolling onto her side—facing front, from her usual fetal curl.
"..."
Her sleeping face was innocently pure and delicate.
But bulge—! something jutting below shattered the image.
Crunch... cruuunch...!
From under her skirt, a veiny black cock stood rigid upward, lifting the fabric like a cobra's hood. The thick male meat rod nestled firm between her soft thighs.
"Ngh..."
This was morning wood—a male phenomenon raging fiercely from the fragile beauty's crotch.
Gurgle—! Grrgle—!
Her balls twitched below, churning fresh thick semen.
"Mmngh... ngh...!"
Ayoung's closed eyes flushed, pink lips leaking uneasy moans.
Deep in sleep, she dreamed...
Slap-! Slap—! Slap—!!
Waves rippling across pale massive ass flesh with each black crotch-smash!
"Fucking bitch!!"
Splat—! Whap—! Thick-muscled arms swung, palms spanking the white ass raw—
Squelch—! Squelch—! Squelch—!
Long cock plunging root-deep.
Pang—! Pang—! Pang—!
Rebounding off the white ass like rubber balls.
Is this... Alex's memory again...?
Ayoung stirred in the bizarre scene, recognizing the black giant rutting the white ass as Alex Parker.
"Bitch!! Bitch!! Die! Die, you slut!!"
The gravelly curses sounded like the man's bass growl.
No... I don't wanna see this...!
She tried squeezing her eyes shut, turning away—but like the memory transfer, her gaze locked.
Wha... what?!
Shwooo— No, it zoomed closer.
Slap-! Slap—! Slap—!
First-person view filled her sight with the ass.
"You slut! Pig sow!!"
This voice... it's mine...?
Now her own voice, not Alex's.
"Squeeze! Squeeze it!!"
Whap—! Whap—!! High-pitched snarls as slender arms and long fingers spanked the ass red.
No...! This isn't me!
She denied, but third-person view showed her own disheveled hair, wildly thrusting hips.
"Haa—! Hah—! So good...! So gooood!!"
Tongue lolling, face twisted in betrayal, her aroused self screamed.
Voice, face, body—all hers. But the terrifying mega-cock at her crotch stayed black giant.
This... the sensation of raping her feels real too...! Women's holes feel this good?!
Aroused male Ayoung's rape pleasure flooded her equally.
Pang-! Pang-! Pang-! Pang-! Pang!
Her virgin waist pistoned the bitch's peach ass.
Gloop—! Gloop—! Gloop—!
"Ooooh!!"
Haaahh!!
Male Ayoung thrilled at the spasming walls; she writhed in torment.
"I'll flood ya!! All my seed in this meat sack!!"
—Pangpangpangpangpang!!!
Nooo...!! Too... too fast...! My dick hurts...!
Sharing sensations, she wailed pathetically as beast-Ayoung piston-fucked.
Spurt—!!
Hips slammed deepest.
"Cumming!! Cumming!!! Cummiiingggg!!!"
Hngguuuuh!!!
Crude male roar crossed her frail scream—both Ayoungs climaxed.
And outside the dream...
"Uuuungh...!!"
Ayoung's long moan escaped sleeping lips.
—Trembletrembletremble—!!
Skirt-wrapped cock shuddered wildly—
Grrgle—...!!!
Gushgushgush—!
Balls pumped thick semen up the urethra...!
What?! What is this?!
"Ahooooh...!!?"
Eyes snapped open; unknowing, pupils rolled back in orgasm.
—Bluuuurt—!!!
Spurt—!! Splat—!!
Cock pierced skirt fabric, spraying semen skyward like a geyser.
Grrgle—!! Gushgush—!!
Wha... again... I'm cummiiing!!!
"Hiiik!!?"
Shock fully woke her.
"Aggghk...!!"
Back arched off the bed, waist bowed like a drawn bow, legs propping her crotch high.
Bluuurt—! Bluuuurt—!!
"Ahiiiik...!!!"
Spurt—! Spurt—!!
"It's cummiiing—."
Thud... splat... splat...!
"Ngh..."
Her own sticky cum clumps splattered her face.
Heavy... hot... the smell's so thick...
"Uuuu..."
Body shivered under the cum-pack heat on her face.
"Haa... haa... hng...!"
The forced intense wet dream left her gasping, unable to rise for ages.
—Gasp!
"Ah!? Ara!"
Daughter's commute snapped her up.
AM 9:30
What do I do!? She's super late!?
The clock showed past Ara's start time.
"Haa... I really..."
Guilt stabbed for failing her daughter's breakfast. Ayoung sighed softly.
All because of this...
Her gaze drifted down to the cum-soiled skirt, limp cock dangling inside.
Life felt derailed since the parasitic dick.
I have to do something...
"Haa..."
Another deep sigh. Shaky legs carried her off the bed to strip the sheets—lest the cum smell soak in.
Ara's at work, right...?
Creeeak— She peeked out cautiously. No signs of life.
Shhh—...
Good... market's open for lunch too. Gotta eat to live, even like this.
In the bathroom, awkwardly washing her cock, Ayoung thought.
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"No! I grabbed it first!"
"Let go! I said let go!"
Big burly aunties swarmed again, scrapping over every last item at the stall.
Tap-tap!
What do I do...! Laundry held me up!
Ayoung arrived panting, freezing at the mobbed stall. She'd ponytails her long hair for the fray, dressed comfy in white tee and jeans. Her massive penis should've bulged, but post-Ara shock, she'd taped it flat between thighs—no trace visible.
Murmur—
"No way I can pierce that... Should I just leave today...?"
The hefty futanarian aunties outmatched her slim frame (sans tits and ass).
Wait. I'm weak, but...
She felt her crotch twitch.
Tremble...
Right. I'm a futanarian too.
Shouldering a basket, she charged the mob.
"Aish—! I grabbed it first, I said?!"
"You...!!"
The fatties looked man-stronger sans futanari trait.
Whap—!
"Coming through!"
Shockingly, frail Ayoung shoved in.
"Ack!?"
"Wh-who pushed?!"
The giants scattered like leaves.
What? So easy...!
Amazed at her strength,
Scoop!
She calmly swept ingredients and necessities into her basket.
Who is she!? Looks weak but so strong!
Oh no! She'll take everything!
The aunties eyed her speedy grabs warily.
"No manners! Shoving like that?!"
"Right! Need stuff or not, young housewife shouldn't act like that—everyone's watching!"
Other bulgy-crotch aunties, fresh from their own brawls, pointed and yelled.
"...Pardon?"
Ayoung turned slowly.
"Well, I mean...!"
The complainer froze.
Shiver! Wh-what...?
Ayoung's black eyes silenced her, hairs standing.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Deep red glow leaked from Ayoung's gaze.
Futanarians sense kin,
A huge shadow behind her!?
Why's she so scary...!
and instinctively rank males.
"N-no... nothing."
"S-sorry!"
To them—mere midlife hubby merges—Ayoung felt like a wolf in jackals... no, black panther.
Huh...? They're acting weird.
"Dunno why you're sorry... Can I go?"
"Yes! Go ahead... hurry!"
Thus, Ayoung claimed her haul and sauntered off.
Step-step—
Sneakers carried her, basket full yet light from her strength.
"Merging with the mega-cock... has perks."
She muttered unconsciously, mind still churning ways to remove or hide it.
Clap!
"Right!"
She halted, snapping fingers.
"...The black market might have answers!"
Ayoung recalled Alex Parker's memories: the underworld site for all info and goods.