Mom Ravages Her Precious Daughter with a Black Monster Cock - Male Masturbation, Massive Cumshot

The saying goes that what we know from ordinary websites is just the tip of a massive iceberg. There's the deep web—sites you can't find with regular search engines. The Black Market, where Alex Parker was one of the top executives, was one such secret trading site hidden in those depths.

Drugs, rare animals, people, hit jobs—for the right price, you could buy anything in the world on Black Market.

Tak-! Sitting in front of the monitor, tapping away at the keyboard.

'B...r...k...i...n...g.' Park Ayoung inputs the site access code from Alex Parker's memories.

'This is it. Next one...'

Ayoung breezes through the multiple password prompts for site security, all thanks to Alex's memories.

"...It's up!"

Finally succeeding in logging into Black Market, Ayoung lets out a joyful cry and focuses on the screen. True to its name Black, the background is pitch black, with [ B L A C K ] emblazoned in massive letters at the top center. Right below, in the upper left, her profile card pops up for the logged-in user.

'Alex Parker...! It's exactly the face I saw in my dreams!'

Ayoung had never met Alex in person, but thanks to his inherited memories, she instantly recognized the black man in the ID card profile as the one now fused with her body.

And below Alex's image:

[ 123, 239, 10020 B-COIN ] A long string of numbers displayed in the site's currency unit.

"So this is the money on this site...?"

She couldn't precisely gauge the value per coin—even lifetime user Alex Parker hadn't cared much about it. But one thing was clear: it was an enormous fortune.

"Drugs... aphrodisiacs... hit jobs? What? They sell human body parts too?!"

Reading the English text, automatically translated via Alex's language skills, Ayoung scans the market listings. Her hand flies to her mouth in shock at the illegal, grotesque items for sale.

'A site like something out of a movie actually exists in real life... But with everything that's happened, do people really buy this stuff?'

Worried if the site still functioned after the futanarian apocalypse, Ayoung checks the reviews below—they're all recent dates, confirming normal operations.

"Oh my god..."

Just browsing the items was overwhelmingly stimulating for Ayoung, who'd lived a normal life.

As she hesitates and scrolls down further:

"Parasitic dick!?"

One item seizes Ayoung's attention. Parasitic dick—the root of the current catastrophe, the thing that ruined her life, now for sale on this market.

'Even if it's a parasitic dick... it was originally a person... Selling them like objects...'

Though reluctant to dive deeper, her body's condition forces her to hover the cursor over the parasitic dick category.

Click-!Whoosh-!

One click, and the screen fills with images of various dick shapes in panels.

Besides the three top-category dicks, countless others with various tags are displayed like products in glass cases.

'Dicks from guys with impressive jobs are pricier... And even without good jobs, big size and good shape make them expensive?'

Ayoung examines each dick's description, original job, and pre-transformation photos.

"Still... none as big as mine..."

Flinch! She jolts mid-sentence, shoulders trembling.

'Did I just brag that my dick is the biggest!?'

"Get it together, Park Ayoung...! You're doing this to remove this thing!"

Scolding herself, she moves the mouse again. Fully aware of her dire situation now, Ayoung discards her earlier disgust and urgently scours every corner of the site for info or items to detach the parasitic dick.

Occasionally, detailed info prompts such payment warnings, but

'It's not like I earned it anyway...'

Ayoung spends Alex's hoarded B-Coins freely to buy the info.

"Even surgery... can't remove it?"

She uncovers the shocking truth.

'Severed, it regenerates after a time... Won't die until the host does...'

"No way...! What the hell is this?!"

Bam-!

Even mild-mannered Ayoung slams the desk in rage at the monstrous dick attached to her. Creak... Despite the solid hardwood, her handprint dents the surface.

"Okay... drugs! Maybe drugs work?"

Ignoring the desk mark, she desperately searches for dick-removal drugs as her last hope.

'Nothing... Absolutely nothing...!'

Aphrodisiacs, narcotics, sedatives...

"No! Is this all there is!?"

True to a site favored by underworld groups, only pleasure drugs abound.

"Haa... This is all I found..."

A total removal drug would be ideal, but none existed. Just something to keep the dick flaccid temporarily.

'Better than nothing. But...'

Problem: Out of stock, awaiting lab trials in some foreign country.

Click- Ayoung places a pre-order and eyes other futanarian items.

"For now... this'll have to do."

Muttering, her temp cart holds a black futanarian chastity belt. It looks like a woman's locked belt at a glance, but bulges upfront to house cock and balls—a modified tranny panty for hiding dicks.

"Size... L for 18cm erect, XL for 20cm..."

'How big is mine...?'

With that thought, she glances down at her crotch.

Bulge—!

"Wh-what?! "

The dick, taped down and hidden, is...

"It's slipped out?!"

A long rod shape protrudes up along her jeans thigh.

Twitch—! Twitch—!

"Ugh...!!"

The moment she notices, stuffiness hits the dick trapped in her pants.

"This feels like it's erect... Why's it suddenly hard again?!"

Not fully, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the crotch sensation matched erection.

'No choice... Gotta open and check. Might not be fully hard?'

Sensing it won't subside trapped, Ayoung bends forward, face close, and unzips her jeans—

Ping—! Thwack-!

"Kyaa!"

The dick springs up, glans smacking her nose.

"Ow... it hurts..."

Tearing up slightly, she rubs her nose. Grind... Grind...!

From the open zipper, past her panties, a black oily meat rod pokes out in greeting. Contrary to her hopes, it's primed for sex.

'Aah... It was erect...'

Stopping her nose-rub, Ayoung despairingly eyes her thigh, hands hovering near the dick, fists clenching in helplessness.

"Aah... Why are you doing this again? Really...!"

Pouting at her erect monster, but

Throb... Bulge...!

"Euuugh...!!"

Once revved, the dick tenses veins harder, urging her to use it. Gurgle... Gurgle...!

'Balls throbbing below... Shaft swollen with blood...! Why'd it get horny all of a sudden?'

Panicking, she uses a crude word unconsciously, then shifts gaze from dick to monitor.

She spots an ad beside market items: naked female sex slaves for sale. Unlike porn popups, these bare everything—hairless pussies exposed.

Twitch—!

The "son" reacts violently to the women.

'No way, because of this ad...? Wait...! I remember all these women, their order, poses...'

Ayoung realizes she'd been ogling their nude details while shopping.

"I was getting horny looking at the same women...!"

...Just like with Ara.

Click- Click-

She clicks the sex slave ad.

Such a vulgar sight would've repulsed her before. But now,

"Haa... haa..."

Each glance heats her lower belly, balls between thighs... Throb... Throb...! Veins bulge on the black rod, 18cm swelling threateningly to 25cm erect.

'Seeing these women... blood rushes to the dick, head going white.'

"Uuuugh..."

Feels like the dick's dominating me, Ayoung thinks.

Bulge-...!

The intense male cock between her legs drags the frail female Ayoung along... Grip-...! One hand seizes the thick shaft, the other the mouse.

'Jerk off... jerk off... jerk off... jerk off...'

Erection clouds reason; her mind fills with dick-driven urges.

"Hah... hah..."

Click-!Click-!

Like a pubescent boy, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she pants roughly at the monitor, red-eyed, zooming slave photos.

"Ah...! No...!!"

Spring-! She squeezes eyes shut and stands abruptly.

"...If I jerk now, cleanup's a nightmare. Need a container for the cum...!"

Sex drive overwhelming, yet housewife instincts prevent messing the house. She stumbles to the living room.

'Container...! Something to hold lots of semen...!'

Flushed cheeks, innocent married woman's face anxious.

Swish—! Swish—!

Below, her jeans crotch swings an erect dick reeking of male musk as Ayoung paces.

"Ah! Honey jar!"

She recalls the empty acacia honey glass jar in the bottom drawer.

Clack- Rattle-

"This'll do...!"

Grabbing the empty jar like treasure in both hands, she dashes back to her room.

Thud-! Slams door, enters.

Plop-! Sets jar on table by monitor, sits.

"N-now! Quick, shoot the cum outta this cock and feel better...!"

Eyes rolling, she lifts legs like a baby getting changed, spreading thighs wide.

'Jerk! Jerk! Jerk off!'

Despite the slutty pose thrusting her black crotch dick forward, all focus is on masturbation.

Grab-!

One hand grips mid-shaft.

Squeeze—!

"Unngh—!!"

Other pinches a puffy nipple through her t-shirt.

Stroke- Stroke- Stroke-...!

Slowly adds pressure, sliding up and down.

'Women's pussies...! Holes for dick...!'

"Aah— haaah...! Uuugh...!"

Moaning, pupils devour every curve on the monitor slaves.

Stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-

Familiar male jerking: fast from glans base to root.

Squeeze— Tap-! Tap-! Tap-!

Advanced technique from Alex's hooker memories: grip glans base hard, tease urethra with nails.

'This feels so gooood—!'

"Ooh—! Oh—! Ohooo...!!"

Handjob she'd never given her husband, now on a stranger's dick—Ayoung purses lips in slutty focus, chasing climax.

'That thick ass... huge tits...'

Half-lidded eyes on screen women. Gaze fully male.

'Shove my dick in those women's (bitches') holes...!'

The thought hits unbidden—

-Fucking bitch!! Slutty whore!!

Dream-self beast-fucking asses crosses with

Slosh—!! Slosh—!!

that pussy pleasure in her brain.

-Gurgle-!!

Panties like a thong between balls, they churn wildly.

'This feeling! Cum building up—!!'

Slooow stroke—! Grip—! Grip—!

"Hoooh—! Ooh—! Unngh—! Aaahng!!"

Shaking dick harder, kneading tits like milking, jerking furiously—

-Splurt-!

'C-coming...!'

Her pussy squirts first from below balls, signaling—

-Hnnng-!!

'Gotta cum in the jar before it shoots...!!' Last will: grabs jar, caps twitching monster!

'Good...!'

Glans aimed at jar, tiny relief—

————Throb-!

Balls wrinkle up to shaft base.

Shwoooo—-!!

Chilling sensation races urethra, electric from lower body up the dick!

'Coming...!! It's coming—!! Coming coming coming coming coming—!!!'

"Eeeeek—!!"

Massed pleasure surges from gut to brain; teeth gritted—

"Fuuuuuuuckkkkk—!!!"

-Pshuuuuuuuuut—-!!!

Head snaps back; Alex's favorite curse as she blasts cum from her crotch's male cock!

Splat— Plurt—! Gush gush gush—!

Sticky royal jelly-like semen floods the jar instantly.

-Bluuuuurp—-!!

"Hiiiig—!!!!!"

Worth a stud fucking women ten times daily—cum keeps erupting endlessly.

Splash... Slosh...!!

Finally, when half the 1.5L jar is submerged,

Drip... Drip...

"Haaah..."

Ayoung's intense ejaculation ends.

"Haa... haa..."

Unlike yesterday's near-faint after one load, she covers eyes with one arm, holds jar steady with the other, panting resiliently.

Throb-..!!

"Ugh...!"

Dick throbs again; 'Again?!' She eyes the jar.

Slosh-...

Nearly half-full; mouth agape in horror.

"H-how much does this thing make...!?"

Even a stud like Alex couldn't fill half a 1.5L jar in one go humanly. This was boar or pig levels.

'Blacks... cum this much normally?'

Feeling the semen weight, Ayoung blames the black owner.

But the true cause was Ayoung herself. When superior male parasite and female host genes sync, bodies enhance further. Alex: top-tier stud. Ayoung: prime breeder—milky tits, perfect birthing hips, never born a child yet.

Superior male + superior female... Wavelength? Lustful mafia brute + widowed curvy housewife—surprisingly matched.

Throb—!

"Aaaagh...!! D-don't get hard again after shooting that much...!!"

Blaming the dick, but Ayoung shared fault in the rampage.

"Seriously...! Gotta empty it and jerk once more..."

Standing with jar containing her "chili pepper," ready for round two—

Ding-dong—!Ding-dong—!

'Someone's here?!'

Doorbell freezes her in the living room facing the entrance.

'C-calm down! Not Ara's time... Just pretend no one's home...!'

Backing away carefully—but

Click-!Creeeak—...!

The door... opens.