Mom Defiles Her Precious Daughter with a Black Monster Cock – Oral Futanari x Futanari (Oral Only)
'It's over...'
We're completely screwed. As the door slowly creaked open, Ayoung thought with utter despair.
Splash...
Right now, she was in the most pathetic state imaginable—half-erect cock soaking in a honey jar brimming with semen.
As far as Ayoung knew, the only person who had this house's front door passcode was her daughter, Ara.
'If Ara sees me like this...!'
It was too late to run or hide.
"Huh...?"
But the moment the door fully swung open, a deflated sound escaped Ayoung's lips—not from despair, but from sheer bewilderment at the unexpected sight.
'That's not Ara...?'
Standing in the doorway was a woman holding a cardboard box. She wore a black baseball cap and a black suit. The swell of her breasts straining against the white shirt gave away her gender.
"..."
Her mouth was covered by a mask, and her hands—gripped around the package—were clad in black leather gloves, hiding any glimpse of skin.
Bulge.
And finally, the prominent crotch bulge announced she was a futanarian.
"Haa..."
'Not Ara...!'
Ayoung let out a sigh of relief at the realization it was a stranger, not her daughter.
'Wait... then how the hell did she get in?'
"B-Burglar...?!"
Shocked that the intruder had forced the door, Ayoung stumbled back.
Whoosh!
"Pardon the intrusion!"
But far from a typical burglar, the woman politely bowed once before straightening up.
"I'm Ben Arthur, senior delivery specialist from Black Market Inc. Sorry for startling you, customer."
She introduced herself in Korean with a faint English accent.
'Black Market...?'
Ayoung had only browsed it once, but hearing the familiar name eased her nerves a bit.
"...Ah!"
She suddenly remembered—right before diving into those sex slave ads, she'd hit "confirm purchase" on all the items in her cart.
'It's only been an hour since I started masturbating... how's the stuff here already?'
The TV was always ranting about delivery shortages—packages taking weeks or even a month.
Yet this shady Black Market site had somehow delivered in under an hour.
'Come to think of it... I never gave them my address.'
Chills ran down Ayoung's spine as the realization hit. They'd tracked her home—hers and Ara's—without a word, and picked the locked door like it was nothing.
"Are you VVIP customer Alex Parker?"
Ben Arthur asked again in Korean, matching the language Ayoung had used.
"Th-That's...!"
In this situation, she knew she should just say yes.
'But I'm not Alex Parker...'
Yet a fierce refusal burned inside her, blocking the lie from spilling out.
"Are you Alex Parker?"
As Ben repeated the question, her blue eyes visible above the mask seemed to turn icy.
Thwack!!
"...Huh?"
Ayoung's cock, submerged and locked in the semen-filled jar, suddenly whipped upward, fully erect. The glans burst free—
Splat!
—hurling a glob of cum straight at Ben Arthur's mask like a catapult shot.
"Eek! S-Sorry! My dick just... popped up out of nowhere...!"
Panicking at the freak accident, Ayoung bowed repeatedly, apologizing profusely.
"...!"
Ben Arthur's eyes widened above the mask now splattered with white.
"So you are Alex Parker."
"...Pardon?"
Her words left the listener utterly baffled.
"We have full body data on all VIP+ customers. Especially VVIPs like you, Alex Parker—we've got you cataloged from head to toe. That black monster cock... it's definitely yours."
"Ah..."
Ayoung nodded meekly, realizing denial would only make things worse amid Ben's calm explanation.
'Just hurry up and leave...!'
That was all she could pray for in this awkward mess.
"That said, records show Alex Parker always calls in a premium escort whenever the urges build. If you'd like, I can have one from our Korean branch here in ten minutes."
"Pardon?"
'Did I hear that right?'
"Premium escort" was alien to a plain housewife like Ayoung.
'A whore? She's offering to send a prostitute? Alex Parker might know that world, but...'
Twitch...!
Twitch...!
Glancing down at her throbbing erection, Ayoung grimaced.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Her heart raced wildly from the moment those words hit, heat surging to her cock.
'Am I... getting turned on by this?'
The idea of satisfying her lust through another woman—it excited her in this twisted new reality.
"N-No need!"
She hated it desperately.
"But your cock looks ready to burst right now...?"
"I'm not Alex Parker. The truth is..."
Unable to bear the alias any longer, Ayoung confessed to Ben Arthur, a Black Market employee.
'What'll happen? Will she get mad and beat me for pretending? Kidnap me for organ trafficking...?'
Her body trembled with dark imaginings.
"Doesn't matter."
"Huh?"
"Whether you see yourself as Alex Parker or the woman he fused with—headquarters recognizes your authority as him."
With that, Ben set the package on the entry shelf and—
Slide.
—lowered her black mask with a finger.
Revealing her face.
'A pretty foreigner...?'
Blonde hair, porcelain skin, sharp blue eyes full of intellect. It clashed with her rugged name and black suit—a stunning white woman's beauty hidden inside.
"I was originally Sharon, a premium escort. But after fusing with Ben Arthur, senior Black Market staff, I had to choose one identity."
"So... you abandoned your old self?"
"Sharp. Yes. The company values top-tier staff managing VVIPs over escorts. And honestly, I was getting bored of the job anyway."
"...!"
Ben's story—no, the woman who'd embraced Ben Arthur's name and life—was impossible for Ayoung to ignore.
'Me too...'
She still felt Alex Parker's heavy influence. It hadn't been long since the fusion, but over time, the real "Park Ayoung" might vanish, replaced by him... or some warped version.
And a mafia don commanding hordes might outvalue a simple housewife...
"N-No! Even with this cock, I'm just a mom to one kid!"
"..."
Eyes squeezed shut, Ayoung pleaded desperately to the silent Ben—as much to herself.
"Must be tough, not accepting your fused self yet..."
"Huh?"
Ayoung opened her eyes at the soft murmur.
"VVIP service commencing now."
Ben stripped off her black leather gloves.
Slide.
Pulled an XXL condom from her pocket.
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"Wh-What are you doing?!"
Ayoung yelped as Ben approached.
"Can't ignore a VVIP flashing his erection. As a former premium escort, rest assured—I've got the skills."
"It's not about reassurance! I don't need—"
Thud!
Before she could finish, Ben dropped to her knees.
Taller than Ayoung, kneeling brought her face level with the black cock.
Throb...! Throb...!
The pretty woman's face so close made the veins bulge harder, the shaft twitching eagerly.
"This'll take some resolve."
Riiip—
Ben tore the XXL packet with her slender, gloveless fingers.
"Mmm—"
She pressed the condom to her lips, sucking lightly to secure it.
Chomp!
Grabbing Ayoung's jean-clad thighs to hold her in place, Ben—
Schlurp!
—latched the condom over the glistening black glans.
Sluuuurp—!
"Agh...!!?"
—and shoved her head forward, swallowing from the tip inward.
'It's getting sucked into her mouth!'
Sluuuurp!
Into the warm, soft, saliva-filled cavern.
"Mmmph—!"
Glurk! Glurk!
Down her throat, deep into the esophagus.
"Hngh—! Hngh—!"
Finally, Ben buried her nose in Ayoung's pubes, gulping for air with the massive cock fully sheathed.
"Hoooh...!"
Her pretty face was wrecked—lips stretched obscenely wide.
Bulge!
Her slender throat ballooned with the thick shaft and glans.
"A-Ah! Spit it out quick! You can't breathe with something that huge...!"
Kind-hearted Ayoung yelled in worry, even amid the shock of her monster cock vanishing into another woman.
Squish— Squish— Squish—!
But then the pink esophageal walls clenched rhythmically around the shaft.
"Nnghaaa...!"
'Wh-What...!? The whole length's squeezing...! This feels too good!'
Glurk...! Glurk...!
"Ahhoook..."
Ayoung's cock bucked wildly, making Ben's throat bulge and recede just below her jaw.
Slide.
Ben released Ayoung's thighs, calmly unzipping the rest of her jeans—
Flop.
—freeing the musky, heavy balls.
Squish!
Smoosh!
"Aghk...!!"
One hand gently kneaded a ball.
Squish— Glurk!
"Aaaahk...!?"
The other plunged fingers into Ayoung's dripping pussy—
Smoosh! Smoosh! Smoosh!
"N-Nooo! That's my sensitive spot...!! Ohoook!!"
—rubbing the swollen prostate-G-spot fusion.
Expert technique, knowing exactly where futanarians feel it most.
Twitch-twitch-twitch—!!
Feeling the black beast rage in her throat like a wild animal.
'Won't last long...'
Ben thought, then—
"Hooohp! Hooohp! Hooohp!"
—exhaled sharply through her nose, purging air from mouth and throat.
Squeeeze—!
Squelch!!
Vacuum seal. The walls clung so tight, veins protruded through her neck skin.
'Warm, wet walls hugging every inch... This is... insane!'
"Hiiik... Ahng...!!"
Ayoung rolled her eyes back, grinding her teeth against the first-ever vacuum Aramachio blowjob.
—Glurk!
"Hngk?!"
Another finger invaded her pussy—
Smoosh!
—pinching the bulging prostate like tongs, then—
Glurk! Glurk! Glurk— Smoosh! Smoosh!
—circling it relentlessly.
"Ohoook—! Ook...!!"
Ayoung's lips parted, unleashing cheap, horny bitch-moans.
'C-Cant... hold it...!!'
"Hggguuuh!!"
Throb...!!
Less than five minutes in, her balls tightened for release.
Gurgle...!!
Thick cum surged toward the hole ahead.
'Cummingcummingcumming—!!'
"...!"
Sensing it, Ben—
Squeeeze!!
"Hiiik?!?"
—clamped her lips at the base, blocking the load from balls to urethra.
Glurk! Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!
—ramped up pussy-fingering for overload.
Gurgle—! Bubble bubble...!!
Forcing more cum production in the sack.
Throb! Throb!
"Nooo—! Let gooo—! My balls are gonna explode...!!"
Ayoung flailed like a fresh-caught fish, her swollen sack pulsing, begging Ben with teary child-eyes.
Despite Alex Parker's strength to shove her off.
"Mmmph—"
Squish— Squish— Squish—
"Hiiik...! Hik...!"
Bitten cock trapped her in helpless male ecstasy.
Smoosh!
Ben weighed the balls in her palm.
'Incredibly... heavy.'
Deeming it full, she—
"Mmph—"
—released the bite and wrapped both arms around Ayoung's huge ass.
"Eh...?"
Stunned by the sudden freedom—
Gurrrrgle—!!!
Shluuuuuur—!!!
"Aaaaaah—..."
—magma-hot cum erupted from her bursting balls.
"Nggoooooh—!!!"
Spluuuurt—!!
Phssshhoooo—!!!!
Byururururu...!!!!
Hosing the throat like pissing chunks.
'This ain't human cum!'
Ben's eyes bulged at the ferocity, pressing lips tighter to the crotch.
Gush gush gush!
The torrent nearly forced the cock out.
'How much is this guy shooting...!'
Buuulge!
Condom tip ballooned, pressing her stomach. Cold sweat beaded.
—Bulge!
Her belly swelled below the ribs.
"Aheee— Hiiik—! Hik—!"
Byuuuurt—!! Phsssh—!!
Ayoung's beastly howls and ejaculation showed no end.
"Hngguuph—!"
Gulp...!
The condom slipped off the tip, balloon sailing past her throat.
Bulge!
Her abdomen bloated like mid-term pregnancy.
Only then—
"Haa... haa..."
—Ayoung stopped, dazed, panting.
—Sluuuuurp...
Ben slowly withdrew, expelling the softening cock.
"Phaaa...!"
Gasping fresh air, the condom vanished from the limp black shaft dangling down.
"Hooook...!! Hook...!"
Slosh...!
Ben's flushed face heaved hot breaths; her belly jiggled, threatening to pop shirt buttons from the cum-balloon.
"I-I swallowed the con... ughhh...!!"
A massive, semen-stinking belch erupted from gas buildup.
"P-Pardon... the rudeness. Package delivered...! I-I should get going."
Clutching her churning gut—
"Oho... ook..."
—but Ayoung was too blissed-out, lips pursed, heaving breaths, no room for words.
Five loads at once had short-circuited her circuits in male-orgasm afterglow, matching the flaccid cock.
"Ugh...! Th-Thanks for... ugh... your business...!"
Slam!
Ben fled, slamming the door.
"Fe... feels so gooood..."
Ayoung mumbled dumbly.
The semen-jar in her hand wafted its scent, permeating the ordinary home.