Mom Ravages Her Precious Daughter with the Black Cock
[Second Story]
Beep beep—click.
"Mm..."
Ara turned off her alarm clock and slowly sat up in bed.
Not late... good.
"Yawn—"
Stretching her arms wide, she glanced at the clock beside her.
"Time to wash up..."
Thud... thud...
Still rubbing sleep from her eyes, she mumbled to herself as she slipped out of bed, slid on her slippers, and left her room.
Thud... thud...
Ara's pale legs, clad in dolphin-print shorts, descended the stairs one by one.
When she reached the first floor—
It's dark...
The TV, the sofa, the kitchen table... With the fluorescent lights off in the morning dimness, the living room felt quiet and shadowy.
"Huh?"
But something was different from yesterday.
Mom's door... it's open?
Ayoung's bedroom door, usually shut tight, stood slightly ajar today.
"Is Mom still sleeping...?"
Ara tiptoed toward the open door.
Thud... thud...
Mindful not to wake her if she was asleep, Ara reached the door, gripped the handle carefully—
Creak—and pushed it wider to peek inside.
"...!"
Ara's eyes widened for a moment.
"What? Mom's not here?"
The bed was a mess, blankets tossed aside. Tilting her head in confusion, Ara closed the door and stepped back.
"Did she rush off to the dawn market or something...? Mom's always so neat and tidy. Weird~"
Muttering to herself, she headed back to the living room toward the bathroom to wash up.
"Ugh... it's cold. Why's the balcony door open?"
Slide!
Spotting the glass sliding door to the balcony wide open, she shivered and quickly shoved it shut.
After that, Ara headed to the bathroom, washed up, and began preparing for work step by step.
Meanwhile, outside in the living room where Ara moved about—
on the balcony—
Twitch... twitch...
Ayoung, the one they'd been looking for, lay slumped against the washing machine.
"Ah... uh..."
Her eyes were vacant, soul drained away, and atop her beautiful face lay the panties Ara had worn.
Sluuuurp...
Between her thighs, at her crotch, dangled a limp black cock.
And at its tip—
Slosh... slosh...
A pink condom, swollen to watermelon size, hung precariously from the glans.
"Ugh... nngh..."
Ayoung's utterly spent, broken form—like a marionette with cut strings—and the condom's massive bulge were proof of the intense masturbation frenzy that had raged all night.
I can't... go on... like this...
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Morning passed into noon.
"Pills! I need pills!"
Having cleaned up the balcony mess and scrubbed her sweat-soiled body clean, Ayoung emerged trembling like a patient in withdrawal, muttering "pills" over and over.
"Pills... pills... I need pills...!"
At a glance, she looked like a drug addict desperate for a fix.
But the "pills" Ayoung craved weren't narcotics, nor was her anxiety born of addiction.
Hurry... I need to take something to stop these erections, or I'm...!
Last night, she'd lost her mind on the balcony, sniffing her daughter's panties while jerking off.
Hoooh...! Hooooh...!! Cummingcummingcummingggg...!!! Hiiik...!!
It hadn't been her will—it was pure cock-driven lust—but Ayoung remembered every filthy breath, every action, even the scent of Ara's panties, crystal clear.
No matter how hard I try to hold back, this is beyond enduring...!
Reason vanishes, leaving only animal instinct to rut whatever's nearby.
If I slip into that state again and run into Ara...
"I'll... rape my own daughter."
She could easily picture it: Ara panicking at the sight of the massively erect black cock, then Ayoung pinning her down, beast-like, forcing herself on her in a haze of lust.
I've gotten so much stronger too—she won't escape a crazy me. And once reason returns... Ara will despise me...
The mere thought of her precious, lovingly raised daughter hating her made Ayoung want to collapse and sob like a child.
To protect Ara...
There were only two options.
First: separate from Ara. If the source of the problem vanished, so would the risk of assault.
Ara's an adult... and there's her dad's inheritance. She'll think it's strange at first, but she'll manage on her own...
Imagining Ara left alone, Ayoung's face filled with sorrow.
Poke...
"No."
She buried her face between her knees and muttered.
"Hic... I... I can't do it...!"
Ara could probably survive alone.
But Ayoung couldn't live without Ara.
An orphan who'd always dreamed of family. Her husband Jo Jinwook and his daughter Jo Ara... In a world without Jinwook, Ara was Ayoung's only family.
"Ara's my daughter... I can't live without her."
Ara was already Ayoung's most precious being, living solely for her.
Ara was her reason for existence—Ayoung couldn't leave her.
That left only the second option.
Erection suppressants...!
Click!
Ayoung bolted to the room with her computer.
Click click—logging into the black market site.
Please... please... please...
Praying silently, she checked the erection suppressant listing.
What had read [Reservation Waiting] before—
"Kyaa...!"
Now showed [Item Stocked]. Ayoung couldn't contain her joy and squealed.
The suppressants are in stock...!!
Click!
She clicked the item for details.
"But... the queue's too long?"
Her face fell again at the endless line of buyers below.
Scroll scroll—no matter how far she scrolled, the waiting list stretched on forever.
Even if stock comes fast, with this many people...
Narrowing her eyes at the queue, Ayoung suddenly—
"Ah!"
Remembered something and checked her [My Info] reservation list.
"...!"
A reservation number for the suppressants appeared.
"Up to 100 in queue can buy immediately... Mine is..."
Waiting Number: 32
"I... I can buy it!"
Her despairing face bloomed like a child's at the news.
Click click!
Without hesitation, she maxed out the per-person purchase limit and hit confirm.
Ding dong! Ding dong!
Exactly one hour later, the doorbell rang through the house.
It's here...!
Ayoung, rigid-faced at the kitchen table, bolted to the door.
Clack!
She flung it open.
"Thank you for using Black Market Co. again, customer."
Ben Arthur stood there, expressionless as before, holding a box.
That's... the pills!
Eyes locking on the box first, Ayoung—
"You... you knew, didn't you?"
glared at him aggressively.
"I don't understand the intent of your question."
"Ha...!"
Ayoung scoffed at his unchanging face and retort.
"After you sucked my... my cock with your mouth... I can't even cum from jerking off anymore!"
Blushing at her own embarrassing words, she yelled at him.
"The customer seemed satisfied with the service... Was there a problem?"
"Problem? You knew this would happen! You're a futanarian too...!"
She jabbed a finger at his bulging crotch, raging at his shameless denial.
"Yes. I knew."
"What...?"
"But, customer."
Before Ayoung could speak—
"Even if I hadn't stimulated you that way, you would've eventually lost your mind to lust and fucked whatever woman was nearby."
"What?!"
Ayoung bristled at the accusation that she'd become a rapist anyway.
"Look at your cock right now."
"...!"
She froze at his next words.
Ssshh...
From earlier, the cock between Ayoung's legs had fully erected, lifting the front of her skirt.
The black shaft, which had started stiffening slowly during her morning cleanup bath—
When did it...? This feeling... it's fully hard!
Thump... thump...!
The moment she saw Ben Arthur, her heart raced, and it stood rigidly curved in full erection.
"If the original man experienced many women and had strong stamina before becoming a parasitic dick... the fused woman can't hold back her lust either."
Arthur's voice continued.
"Can't... hold back lust?"
"Yes. As I said before, unless you vent through other futanarians or women, you'll lose reason and become a beast driven by instinct."
I have to vent lust... through reason?
Only then did Ayoung realize why she could only relieve herself using Ara's panties or underwear as proxies.
"Masturbation alone won't suffice, and the more you suppress, the worse the explosion. For you, fused with Alex Parker—who raped countless women—it's far stronger."
"...!"
"Now do you understand? Why I gave you that service."
Ayoung fell silent, staring at her crotch.
If he hadn't sucked me off...
She might've kept jerking until the pent-up lust exploded, raping Ara directly instead of just her panties.
"Then... this pill I bought now... can it suppress it?"
She pleaded desperately with her eyes.
"Yes. It suppresses sexual impulses and reduces blood flow to the cock."
Ben Arthur gave the answer she craved.
"G-Good! Give it here."
Ayoung thrust out her hand impatiently; he handed over the box smoothly.
"However... do you not need service?"
As he passed it, he side-eyed her prominent bulge.
Service...!
Remembering Arthur's incredibly pleasurable arama-chio, Ayoung felt a surge of lust and dazedly stared at his pretty pink lips.
But—
"N-No need! I have pills now..."
She shook her head, crushing the urge, and barely refused.
"Understood. Then I'll be going."
He added that instructions were inside, bowed 90 degrees politely, and vanished beyond the closing door.
"It's fine... now I just take the pills and it's solved."
Ayoung hurried to the table, ripping open the box.
Thud.
She pulled out the pill packets.
"Pills like regular ones? Swallow with water?"
Reading the instructions, she poured a glass.
Gulp...
"Haa..."
She swallowed the white pill on her palm with water.
When does it kick in...?
Checking the instructions for duration—
"May cause anemia symptoms, effective in about 30 minutes..."
She muttered softly, closed the box, and took it to her room.
Still hours till Ara gets home...
"I'll rest a bit..."
Lethargy spreading through her body made her eyelids heavy. She glanced at her upright cock, then sank onto the living room sofa.
"Yawn... mm..."
Yawning hugely, Ayoung dozed off unwittingly.
5 minutes... 10... 30...
Ssshh...
As time passed, the cock inside her skirt slowly softened, drooping its head.
"Nng...?"
Ayoung twitched awake.
5:30... an hour passed... huh?
She stared blankly at the wall clock, sensing the change in her body.
"Wha...!"
Looking between her legs at the vanished throbbing—
"The erection...! It's gone...!"
The cock that had rigidly lifted her skirt now hung limp, a mere bulge.
"R-Really! No impulses... no dirty thoughts?"
Her mind clear for the first time in ages, Ayoung poked the soft cock in wonder and joy.
Perfect! No more sexual urges—as long as I hide it well, no problems!
Clack...
She donned the chastity cage she couldn't wear before and started housework with a refreshed face.
And that evening—
Clink...
Ara and Ayoung sat facing each other for dinner.
"Mom, something good happen?"
"Huh? Not really?"
"Nooo~ Lately you've looked down, but today you're smiling and seem happy!"
"Hehe— just... a little worry got resolved."
Brushing back her hair, Ayoung smiled. Ara kept prying "What was it?", but unable to say directly, Ayoung just grinned awkwardly.
Being able to look at my daughter normally, without stray thoughts... it's this precious.
Reclaiming her daily life lost to the growing cock filled Ayoung with great happiness.
But Ayoung, who'd only checked the futanarian-specific suppressant's effects and duration, didn't know.
The sexual desire suppressed by this drug is not eliminated but stored...
The pill had one major flaw.
"Then~ can I sleep with you tonight, Mom?"
"No—! You're not a kid anymore... go sleep alone, young lady."
"Hiiing."
Ayoung couldn't even imagine the changes brewing in her body.