Mom Ravages Her Beloved Daughter with a Black Monster Cock
"Hah... haa... haaah... ngh...!"
Half-lidded eyes and pursed lips let out ragged breaths. Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Her hand keeps rapidly stroking the squishy black slab of meat between her thighs.
[Aaahn—! Haaang—! Haaang—! Fuck me!!]
As the woman on the monitor gets pounded by a cock and reaches climax with wild moans, squelch— squelch— squelch— shlick! shlick! shlick! shlick!
"Hnggh...!! Ooh...! Hooook...!!"
The viewer mirrors her with beastly, vulgar groans, hands moving even faster!
"Cumming...! Gonna cum! Gonna cuuum...!!"
The horny beast screams "cum" over and over.
Spurt—!! Splat...! Spluuurt...!!
"Hiiik...!!"
She throws her head back, blasting fluids powerfully from between her legs, eyes rolled up in ecstatic bliss.
"Haaah... haa..."
After the intense masturbation, she leans back against the headrest, panting heavily. Slosh—... slosh—... Her massive breasts, wrapped in a white apron, heave and reveal their contours.
"Hooout... ngh...!"
Yes, the one furiously jerking her crotch while watching porn on the monitor wasn't some pubescent boy—it was a demure, married woman.
Drip... plip... plip... The gushing fluids weren't thick white semen, but clear squirt from her... Ayoung's pussy.
Twitch...! Twitch...! Of course, Ayoung didn't lack balls or a cock to produce semen.
Gulp—...'O... okay... it'll calm down now...'
Thanks to the "Futanarian-exclusive erection suppressant" she took half a dose of daily, her cock and balls weren't properly erecting or producing semen right now.
"Just one more... until the meds kick in...?"
But that didn't fully block her lust. The drug was supposed to completely suppress desire, but only if you relieved the buildup it caused.
"Ngh...! Why are there so many slutty women out there?"
Ayoung wasn't relieving her pent-up lust at all, only taking half-doses to avoid going berserk—so her desire couldn't be fully contained...
"Haa... no matter how much I masturbate, this stuffiness deep inside won't go away..."
Thus, she suffered constant impulses 24/7. The pills kept her from losing control, but...
"Ngh... ngh..."
Leaking lust made her feel even hornier than when she first grew the cock—maybe more.
"Too many porn site icons on the desktop... Ara might see them, gotta hide 'em."
Like a masturbating addict, she spent days with headphones on, legs spread, stroking in front of the monitor.
"Dirtied the chair again... haa."
With a wistful sigh, one hand grabs wet wipes, the other lifts her heavy, horse-like balls to wipe her soaked pussy below.
"Ngh... ngh...!"
Just grabbing and wiping her balls makes her moan and blush.
Twitch...! Twitch...! She'd only climaxed from her pussy despite jerking off, so her cock's urges remained unsated.
Twitch...! Twitch...!
"Please! Hic... stop tormenting me...!"
It only teased her male lust, driving her insane.
'When the hell is she coming back...'
No rampage didn't mean she was fine. Leaking lust plus pill side effects eroded her sanity daily.
Click— click—
"She couldn't have... not come back, right?"
[This site is inaccessible...]
"..."
Her only hope was Black Market Co.'s return, but with a week's pills left, their site was still down.
Beep— In the end, Ayoung shut off the computer today too.
Swish— She stands, tucks her cock into the chastity cage, secures it with thin straps.
"Hngp—!" Clink!
With a strained grunt, she barely fastens the belt lock.
"Getting harder to lock..."
As time passed, blood rushed in, making erections harder to cage.
Squeeze—... Even semi-erect and floppy without veins, its size strained the lock.
One rough move or slip, and it'd burst free—so Ayoung was always on edge around Ara.
'If it gets harder, swells bigger, can't even wear the cage... how do I hide it from Ara?'
In this hell, she strained to act normal for her daughter, hiding everything.
Or rather... not entirely normal.
"A... Ara, isn't that skirt too short?"
"That outfit seems too sexy..."
"Your cleavage is too deep... how about another tee? Every time I see you, your body's so provocative," she'd fret with motherly concern.
"Mom, you've been nagging so much lately~!"
Ara finally grumbled.
"I'm just worried about you... Futanarians might see those parts as too stimulating."
Ayoung touched her face, mimicking typical worried moms.
"How would you know how Futanarians see me, Mom?"
"Huh?"
"Hehe~ Are you a Futanarian or something?"
"Pfft, what're you saying? You say the wildest things to your mom."
Ara meant it as a joke, but it stung—Ayoung's heart pounded wildly.
'Anyway... if Black Market doesn't come back...'
She thought of "prostitution" and "dating." No clue how, but she knew unleashing this lust was inevitable or she'd become a beast.
'Endure... if I really can't, then look into it.'
She planned to tough it out with her last 5 days of pills, but as days passed...
Fuck a bitch... fuck a bitch... fuck a bitch...
"Ngh... ngh... haa... haa..."
Park Ayoung... unleash your lust... wouldn't that feel better?
"N... no... not yet...!"
Ayoung's condition plummeted. Hallucinations rang, lust blazed in her chest.
Grind... grind... Her caged cock hardened naturally, veins bulging toward full erection.
"B... bitch... rape... pussy... puuuussy..."
Lips pursed, eyes half-rolled, she mutters.
Her big mistake: thinking her willpower would hold for 20 days.
'Sex... wanna have sex... with a woman...'
Reason lingered, but her mind filled with curvy women, wet pussies, mating fantasies.
'Stop!! Leave me alone!! Please!!'
Tormented by surging urges, Ayoung...
"..."
Suddenly lost focus in her eyes. Doll-like, glassy stare...
"Gotta... make dinner..." Clink.
She locks the cage, dresses plainly, aprons up, heads to the living room.
"Next, bend your upper body—one two—one two—"
Outside, with the yoga instructor.
"Nngh...!"
Ara in leggings and thin tank top does yoga poses.
"..."
Ayoung stops silently, stares at Ara's stretched-back ass and the glimpse of tits under her shifted top.
"Wha... are you doing?"
"Eek! Mom?"
Ayoung's quiet question startles Ara into sitting.
"Uh... hospital keeps me sitting all day. Stretching to avoid lower-body fat?"
"...I see."
To blushing Ara, Ayoung replies dryly, heads to kitchen.
Slide— Fridge open, grabs ingredients.
Thud— On cutting board, grips knife.
Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
Knife slams noisily, but oddly—the vegetable in her grip isn't cut at all.
Chopchopchop—...!
The blade hits the same board spot beside it repeatedly.
"..."
Ayoung stares blankly, oblivious to the weirdness.
'Sex... with women... bitches... mating...'
Her mind brimmed with porn women and her fucking them.
Swish—... Suddenly, knife in hand, she turns to the TV where...
"Ngh... l... legs hurt...!"
Ara poses: ass thrust back, one leg up.
Leggings outline her plump cheeks and mound. Ovulating pre-period, bitch pheromones waft—Ayoung sees a horny bitch spreading, tempting.
'A bitch to rape...'
"Right here..."
Thud. Muttering unconsciously, she sets knife down, slips silently to her room...
Step. Step. Step... Returns to kitchen with a small mystery vial in hand.
Clink. Lifts soup bowl and ladle, scoops soup.
Pop—...! Uncorks vial.
Pour—... Dumps entire contents into the bowl.
"..."
Mask-like blank face through it all, Ayoung...
"Mom~ Dinner ready?"
Flinch!
"Y... yeah! Almost, just need to set the table."
Ara's voice snaps her back; she twitches, scoops fresh soup into her own bowl, carries the dosed one to table.
Clink— clink— Sets sides and rice too.
"Sniff sniff— Mmm~ Smells yummy!"
Ara sits at the dosed bowl spot.
Slide— Ayoung sits opposite.
"Let's eat!"
Ara smiles, digs in with utensils.
"..."
Ayoung stares piercingly, like a frozen screen.
"Huh? Mom, why aren't you eating?"
"Oh... right, gotta eat. Yeah."
"You okay...? You look pale, Mom."
"I'm fine... Mom's perfectly okay."
She echoes Ara soullessly, eyes glued to the soup bowl.
'Mom's perfectly okay...'
Still believing she endured well, Ayoung...
"Daughter... eat all your soup, no leftovers?"
"Oh... yeah! Got it."
Stares only at the emptying dosed bowl.