Call from the Daughter (2)

I quickly pulled my cock out of Yujeong's pussy. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠If she was going to make me cum this easily and cheaply, then all the effort I'd put into stripping her clothes off while she clumsily stroked and sucked my dick with her worthless hands and mouth—fondling her nipples and tits, and sometimes even her ass and armpits—would be for nothing.

She was on the verge of exploding but couldn't quite get there, teetering on the edge again and again in that ultimate tease of an orgasm, her arousal building to the max. I couldn't just slap her pathetic clit with my cock and hand her some half-assed climax like that.

I needed a more certain opportunity.

I planned to give Yujeong—or rather, this pathetic premature pussy—the ultimate pleasure that would eclipse every orgasm she'd ever had.

And that chance came surprisingly easily. Not from her phone's ringtone, but from a sudden buzz in the dead of night.

Who could it be, calling Yujeong at this hour?

Some secret lover she was sneaking around with? Nah, no way. A workaholic married to her job like her wouldn't have anyone like that. She probably didn't even have any real friends.

According to what Yujin had said on a talk show before the regression, Yujeong had cut ties with her own family long ago. So her late husband's relatives, who she already had a bad relationship with, were out of the question.

That left only one possible answer.

Yujin.

Yujeong's daughter, Yujin, all alone guarding the empty house, calling her mom who hadn't come home.

"What're you doing? Answer it. Don't worry about my cock in the meantime. Your big sis here will keep it nice and stiff for sucking."

"Shut up! You're gonna cum soon anyway, right? That's probably just spam—ignore it and focus on my tongue!"

As she spoke, Yujeong smacked my cock against her palm like it was a chalkboard during class, demanding my attention. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked my dick deep into her throat—something she'd never done before, a radical blowjob.

Her intentions were obvious.

"Move, your tits are heavy."

I kicked her out with my foot, shoving those big swinging tits off my hips. As she spat out my cock and tumbled clumsily backward onto the bed, her tits and ass jiggling, I rolled off the side and stood up on the floor.

"Gah...! Wait, hold on!"

As I'd guessed, it wasn't spam but a call from her daughter—Yujeong shouted desperately and chased after me. But with those vulgar slabs of flesh jiggling around her—useless except for flattering a male—she couldn't move as fast as me. Reaching out into the empty air where I'd already gone was the best she could do.

"Don't touch my stuff!"

"You were fine touching and sucking my stuff, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but I can't even touch yours? Come on."

Yujeong rushed to her handbag to silence the alarm, snatching up her phone.

"You fucking bastard, get your hands off my pho—"

I hit accept and turned around with a grin.

"...ne."

Yujeong froze, unable to unleash the scream she'd been building.

I switched it to speakerphone. Then a familiar voice poured out from Yujeong's phone speaker—not in the tone or emotion I'd ever heard from her before.

Yujeong stiffened at her daughter's voice. Time itself seemed to stop.

It was deep into the night when all the good, innocent students at school were asleep. The unmanned motel room, with its blackout curtains drawn, was pitch dark. The only light was that raw, sleazy red glow—like a butcher shop or brothel displaying naked meat slabs to whet customers' appetites.

Under that light, Yujeong—the chairwoman admired by all the students, the mother who'd birthed the school's idol Yujin—lay bare-assed with her ass up,

and even a womb tattoo right above her pussy—exposing this vulgar naked body in front of me.

"Uh, huh? My baby girl? Why? What's up with my Yujin?"

She cooed her daughter's name in a sickly-sweet, flirtatious voice I'd never heard from her before.

But unlike her gentle tone, her face stayed frozen. So I chuckled and slowly walked over, holding out the phone... then sobered up.

It was the look in Yujeong's eyes as she stared at me. Completely different from anything she'd shown before.

Not the proud chairwoman's gaze, not the strict chairwoman's glare, not even the bitch in the bathroom squirting her brains out.

Just a mother's eyes, protecting her daughter.

Motherhood.

Yujeong's love for her daughter was genuine—she'd sacrifice her own body without hesitation to shield her.

So I handed the phone over meekly. But not because I was scared of the killing intent that said she'd murder me if I exposed myself to her daughter right now.

Quite the opposite.

I gave it to her precisely to build up to the moment when that motherhood—something Yujeong cherished so deeply—would be shattered by no one other than her own daughter.

I lured her with the phone and lay back on the bed. Yujeong crawled toward me on her knees like a fish hooked on a line, mouth gaping, doggy-style across the sheets.

That's when Yujin spoke to her mom in a whiny, childish voice—not even her fans before the regression had ever ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heard.

"My baby, why? Why can't you sleep?"

"What? Tell your mom."

If Yujin confessed here what I'd done to her, it would all be over. I'd go to prison, and stay there a long, long time.

Sure, I could kill Yujeong to stop her from reporting me, lock her up somewhere, and flee overseas. With my pre-regression knowledge, I could live peacefully abroad without getting caught.

But what would be the point? Without wringing sincere apologies from these bitches, I'd be forever chained to the past, unable to truly start a new life.

So this wasn't a gamble.

The whiny daughter's voice sharpened in an instant.

The wounded mother's face darkened.

Yeah. Yujin had called her mom in the middle of the night because she missed her, but she couldn't be honest.

I already knew the deep rift between them couldn't be bridged so easily. Hell, maybe I knew better than they did, knowing what the future held.

I stretched my arms above my head as I lay on the bed. To take the phone from my hand, Yujeong had no choice but to straddle my naked body with hers. A natural woman-on-top position formed.

Everything was going exactly as I'd planned. So I handed the phone over willingly. Then, with the hand that gave it to her, I grabbed my own phone from atop the condom box on the pillow. I opened the video app.

Yujeong's eyes widened in horror when she saw I was filming her—but

"...Huh? Yeah? What?"

In this situation, with my cock pressed right against her pussy, Yujeong knew any rash movement would make her worthless cunt squirt and cum instantly. She was helpless.

Still lying down, I subtly rocked my hips, drawing infinity signs with my cock. My glans rubbed her clit, begging to slip into the slit of her straight-line pussy, knocking at the door.

My cock was already slick with her spit, no lube needed. I rummaged for the lube in the condom box to heighten her sensitivity but stopped. No point.

Her pathetic pussy was already leaking so much that it soaked not just inside her but my hips too. Should've laid down a towel.

"Sis, stop leaking from your worthless pussy. What if you ruin the bed like this—"

Yujeong shot her hand out and clamped my mouth hard. Cocky bitch. I flicked her tiny clit hard with my finger.

"Eek!"

"No, no, I'm fine! Why would you ask that all of a sudden, my baby?"

"Huh? Oh—just some passerby's voice nearby."

Yujeong desperately muffled her voice even as she squirted in little bursts, but she couldn't hide her ragged breathing.

True to her quick-cum pussy that'd go off from a few finger prods, that single flick had already flooded her. Her pussy juice dribbled down, soaking my hips. Yet she held back from making those squirting sounds like before, fighting desperately.

I wanted to mock that ugly bitch face, but I couldn't. She was clinging so pathetically it almost stirred pity.

Did Yujin realize what her mom's face looked like right now, unable to even answer ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠properly? How vulgar, lewd, and braindead Yujeong looked, desperately holding back her climax? Yet it was still a mother's face, desperate to seem dignified in front of her daughter.

I snapped a photo of Yujeong's face with my phone. Worth keeping as a record.

If I posted it online, it'd win Porn of the Year. Hell, no AV actress's face could look more beautiful or fuckable than this mom's right now.

And my glans was just barely slipping into that straight-line pussy. Thinking that almost made me cum too. But not yet. Hold out for the decisive moment!

"Dunno, maybe the booze?"

I gave her clit another hard flick. It swelled up like a little bean from the pain. But judging by her eyes, as she desperately clamped her own mouth and the phone with the hand over mine, it was pleasure, not pain, she felt.

"Ooh... ugh... heh heh heuk..."

With eyes mixed of pleasure and hatred, Yujeong glared down at me from atop my hips, naked. Fuck, gonna cum.

"Nothing."

I prepped another flick. Yujeong grabbed my wrist, tears dripping onto my chest, shaking her head desperately. I nodded and placed that hand on her huge ass instead. My other hand from the pillow grabbed it too.

Distracted by her daughter's voice, she didn't notice she'd been pinned.

Her daughter's voice shifted from anger to sorrow, tears welling in the mother's eyes too. But,

"Quiet down! What kind of language is that to your mother? Don't you have to go to school early tomorrow? Why aren't you asleep yet? Planning to be late again and embarrass me?"

Yujeong barked at her daughter, deciding not to drag the talk out. Her eyes held sadness equal to—no, greater than—her daughter's, her face soaked worse than her pussy.

"Not 'mom'—Mother. I told you before! And at school, it's Chairwoman! Remember that! Now hang up—"

"Sis, I can't hold back anymore."

I cut into the mother-daughter duo who loved each other deeply yet misunderstood due to poor communication.

I gripped her two ass cheeks tight. No need to adjust—her clenched straight-line pussy was already sucking at my glans, begging for the root.

Feeling my vile grin and my cock harder and bigger than ever, right on the verge, her pussy sensed what was coming on instinct. Yujeong's eyes widened in horror.

"Wait no stop please sto—"

"Cum already, you worthless pussy bitch!"

I yanked her ass down hard onto my cock, as if it'd pierce through her pussy and out her mouth. Lifting her with raw force.

My oversized cock—bigger than most—filled and stretched the long-vacant hole that'd known only her fingers since her husband's death.

Her pathetic pussy clenched like a virgin's. In contrast, the mouth she'd clenched to scold her daughter gaped wide.

"...Ah? Ah? ...Aah? Ah......"

The top-of-her-class elite from a top university, career woman extraordinaire, school chairwoman—Yujeong turned into a braindead bitch chimp by my cock in an instant.

Sensing something wrong, Yujin desperately called for her mom. I unleashed all the cum I'd built up forever into Yujeong's womb factory—scalding hotter than ever as checkout loomed without release. The strict face punishing me on the chairwoman's office sofa overlaid with the bitch now straddling me.

And Yujeong,

".................."

Her head lolled down. She looked at my face.

It wasn't the chairwoman.

Not the career woman.

Not the mother.

Just a bitch. A pure bitch face.

A male has no choice but to reward a face like that.

I bucked my hips up again, squeezing out the last drop. My cum filled her womb to bursting.

"O- O- O— OO OO...... OOOOH! OOOOH!! OOOOOOH!!!! OOOOH♥♥♥♥♥"