Second Story: A Mother Ravages Her Precious Daughter with Her Black Monster Cock
"Mom~ Your daughter's home~ Mommy-daughter!"
Click- The front door swings open as Ara steps inside, holding a cake box in her hands.
"Oh my. What's this, a cake?"
At that moment, Ayoung emerges from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron—probably just finished with the dishes.
"Just! I heard that famous dessert shop reopened, so I got one to share with Mom. Sometimes you just crave something sweet, right?"
"That's... true enough. Alright~ Before cake! I made your favorite tuna kimchi stew. Have the cake after dinner, okay?"
"Really? I love Mom's tuna stew!"
Ara beams like a little kid and heads straight for the kitchen. Ayoung follows with a warm, contented smile, her hands clasped modestly over her belly.
From the outside, it looks like the picture of a happy, ordinary mother-daughter home...
Glance- “...”
As she trails behind her daughter, Ayoung's tender motherly expression flickers for an instant into the sly, narrowed eyes of a criminal, staring piercingly at one spot.
That gaze locks onto her daughter's stocking-clad thighs and legs peeking out from under the black pleated skirt.
"..."
Like a snake flicking its tongue, Ayoung bores into the overlapping thighs, calves, and even the motion of her feet.
Snap! 'Wha... What the hell am I looking at Ara like that for!?'
She freezes mid-step, squeezes her eyes shut, and shakes her head fiercely.
When she opens them again, her daughter is out of sight.
"Mom! Let's eat together. You haven't eaten yet, right?"
Ara's bright voice echoes from the dining table ahead.
"Ah... yeah! Mom'll eat with you."
Ayoung hurries into the kitchen, where the table is set with food.
Swoosh- Swoosh- Tucked inside the black chastity belt hugging the tops of Ayoung's thighs...
Twitch..! Twitch..!
The black cock—bound tight in layers of leather straps like something sealed away—keeps spasming relentlessly.
Clink. Clink. "So the new director was like—"
The clatter of dishes mixes with Ara's bubbly chatter about her day at work.
"I see..."
But Ayoung's mechanical responses barely register the words as she stares at her daughter. Those words aren't reaching her at all.
Ara's plump, cherry-like pink lips, so taut and vibrant, moving nonstop...
Sluuuurp—!
Ayoung can't tear her eyes away, her mind flashing back to the sloppy, lip-stretching blowjob from Ben Arthur, the Black Market rep, at lunch—as if imagining Ara doing the same.
"Mom? You listening?"
"Uh... yeah?!"
"You're acting super weird today... You, Miss Early Riser, couldn't even get out of bed this morning. You sick or something?"
Swoosh. Ara stands, leans in, and presses her palm to Ayoung's forehead.
Whoosh-... "..."
The fresh, girlish scent hits her like a wave.
And that soft, heaving cleavage spilling from the V-neck of her knit top...
Snap!
Ayoung jerks her head back.
"..?"
"I-I'm fine! Not sick at all!"
She waves her hands frantically at her startled daughter.
"Mom's really acting off..."
"...Huh?"
Ara's playful grin fades into serious concern, sending chills racing up Ayoung's spine.
'No way...'
Futanarians have that distinct vibe and gaze—even normals can spot it.
Ayoung had been desperate to suppress it, but the thought that Ara might've figured out she's a futanarian now makes the blood surging to her crotch scatter in panic.
"If you're not feeling well, just rest. You've got your daughter, right? I can handle the chores..."
Thankfully, Ara's gaze is pure worry—she clearly has no clue her mom became a futanarian.
'Ara's fretting over me like this... and here I am, her mom, about to cave to filthy urges...'
"I'm fine. I'm Ara's mom, aren't I? I won't lose. Not ever."
She won't lose to dirty lust like this.
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Poof- "Haaa..."
Back in the master bedroom, Ayoung flops onto her back and lets out a deep sigh.
It was just a normal day—dinner with her daughter, TV, chit-chat.
But...
- Wanna shower together, Mom? Bra and panties only, zero hesitation.
- Mom! The new shampoo... Ah..! Towel slips right off mid-convo, full nude exposure.
Pink-areola tits, shaved pits and crotch. Smooth, dried thighs...
Throb..! Throb..!
Every careless slip from Ara, and the cock inside the belt pumps like mad, straining to erect.
Tremble.. Layers of leather barely hold the shaft. Without it, the full erect monster would've tented her skirt right in front of Ara.
'This girl! Why's she so damn careless!'
Ayoung had thought that amid Ara's carefree antics, but...
'No... Ara didn't do anything wrong.'
She realizes it's only her who's changed, and a wave of sorrow hits.
Ara's total lack of caution comes from trust—same sex, her loving mom. No reason to guard when she has no idea about the massive black cock lurking there.
What should've been blissful daughter time twisted into hellish lust suppression.
"Haaa..."
Swoosh.. Another sigh as she hikes her skirt with both hands.
Exposed pale thighs... and the black chastity belt covering her Y-zone.
"The key..."
She slides off the bed, opens the drawer, finds the chastity key—
Creak- Click.
Inserts it into the center hole and turns.
The side locks pop open, and—
—Snap snap snap!!! "Huh..?"
The belts binding the cock forcibly unravel.
Pop-! "Kyaa..!"
A veiny, slick black monster cock springs upright between her legs.
Twitch..! Twitch..!
"..."
Like protesting the all-day imprisonment, thick veins bulging on the raging erection. Ayoung's face burns red; she can't utter a word.
'How much did I... get hard just from looking at her body?'
"Can't sleep like this..."
She has to do something about this erection.
"Condom first..."
Can't rely on the honey jar every time, so she pulls out her ordered XXL condoms.
Plop-..! "Huh..? Wrong way?"
Ayoung's only experience was raw sex after marrying Jo Jinuk; condom use is alien.
"Ah..! It's meant to roll on inside-out."
A few failed tries later, she gets it.
Streeeech— "It's... going in..!"
She marvels as the thin latex hugs her massive rod perfectly.
Snap-! "Feels so weird..."
The black shaft now sheathed in pink, she strokes the slick surface awkwardly.
Ayoung—and Alex Parker's cock—had zero condom experience. Never needed birth control for raping women.
"Okay... time to start..."
Prod-..! "Unh..!"
Finger slides into her already sopping pussy from the arousal; the other hand grips the pink-sheathed shaft and strokes.
Prod- prod- prod- "Uht.. nh..! Ah.. ungh...!"
Like always, fingering her prostate G-spot through the pussy walls.
'Weird... something's missing.'
"Unh.. nh.."
No sharp electric jolts like before—just an itch, a few steps shy of climax.
Twitch..! Twitch..!
'The condom dulling the sensation?'
But a condom shouldn't stop prostate-induced ejaculation.
Swoosh— swoosh—
'Why won't it cum..!'
"Uwuuu..!"
She speeds up her hands desperately.
Truth is, Ayoung doesn't know—the real culprit is Ben Arthur from lunch.
He'd called her out for not accepting her 'true self' yet and gave that bonus blowjob.
Futanarian Ben saw it coming.
He'd clocked her as a total sex newbie the second he noticed, so he gave unauthorized 'service' to wake her up.
Prod-..! Prod-..!
"Come on..! Cum already..! Eeeeek..!"
Just as Ben planned—after one taste of pro oral, her clumsy handplay won't cut it anymore.
'Need more stimulation...'
Ayoung starts picturing the nude sex slaves from the Black Market site.
"Aang.. auungh.. haa.. haa.."
Bare bodies, all shapes of pussies—stimulation builds, heat floods the cock.
'Yes.. th-this might do it..!'
Just two steps from the edge.
- Mom! Shower together? Ara in bra and panties.
- Ah..! Towel! Slips, exposing her daughter's perky mound.
"Ahhuk..! Nooo..!!"
Ara's image shatters the fantasy, dragging her lust back to zero.
"Haa.. haa.. Wh-why'd I imagine my daughter's body..?!"
Guilt stabs her for fapping to Ara's nude form, but...
"Again..! Keep going.."
Prod- prod-
The unquenched lustfire reignites; she resumes.
- Mom!
- Mom~
"Ahuuuk..!!"
It keeps happening—right on the brink, Ara pops into her head, halting everything.
Inevitable, really. No screen beauty beats the live female right there—and Ara's looks hold up just fine.
"Haa.. haa.."
Ayoung pants raggedly, while...
Flop— flop—
The bursting cock shakes its glans desperately, cum denied and swelling.
"Wh-what do I do.. How far are you gonna ruin me..? Hic.."
She clutches her face and sobs.
Can't bring herself to fap to her daughter.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh— prod— prod—
But her lust-enslaved body—ravenous like post-starvation hunger—won't let her stop.
"Huuht.. uht..! Nh..!"
Her agonized moans drag on: one hour... two... three...
Around 5 a.m.
Creak— In the dark living room, Ayoung's bedroom door eases open silently.
"Hahk... hahk..."
Breaths too ragged for human—more like a beast's growl.
"Haaa..."
Her eyes blaze with the deep red glow of a futanarian in heat.
Throb..! Throb...!
Nothing covering below, her black cock thrusts skyward like a spear.
Swoosh. "..."
The beast stares piercingly up the stairs for a moment.
Step.. step..
Then turns, heads to the first-floor balcony.
Slide— Glass door to the balcony opens.
"..Haa."
She eyes the washing machine area.
A basket overflows with panties reeking of thick female musk.
- Mom!Gulp..!
Spotting today's bra and panties amid them, the beast swallows hard.
Snatch-!
Lunges and seizes them.
"Huub—! Huub—! Huub—!"
Plasters them fully over her nose and face.
Swoosh—! Swoosh—! Swoosh—!
"Ohok—! Ok—! Ok—!"
She grunts like a rutting animal, hands furiously pumping the pink-condommed monster up and down.
'Pussy... smell..!'
“Oooook..!!”
Fabric softener mingling with sweat and pheromones—the beast inhales deep through mouth and nose, maddening her protruding fuckstick.
‘Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!’
Her mind floods with today's Ara nude... and the site's beauties.
‘Pussyyy..!!’
Suddenly, every nude face morphs to Ara's—her crotch ignites.
Gurgle—..!!
Semen surges in her balls.
"Hiiik..!!"
-Splash—!!
Squirting girl-cum erupts first from her pussy slit.
"Nguuuk—!!"
Eyes rolling back, panties jammed halfway in her mouth.
Blubblubblub—!!!! Psssh—-!!
"Ngoooook..!!"
Legs splay wide like electrocuted.
Gush gush gush—!! Pffft—!!
“Ooot... Ooooh...”
The pink condom balloons cum-stuffed, like a pumped reservoir!
‘Fe..feels soo good..!’
“Haaang.. haak.. hauung..!”
Prod—..! Prod—..!
One load barely scratches the itch—she evokes her rape-target with the bra and panties, resuming the fap.
“Ngoooook..!!”
Blub—-!! Pssh..!!
The pathetic beast's mindless wank shows no sign of stopping.
