Phone Call from the Daughter (3)
But Yujeong—this woman, no, this mother—was truly something else. Even as her tongue lolled down to her chin, drooling spit in thick drops, her left eye rolled back to show the white, her right eye twisted toward two o'clock and spun wildly, and her hips snapped up like her pussy had a motor installed, she smothered my face with those massive tits, blocking my view for a split second. Seizing that moment when I couldn't interfere, she switched the phone from speaker to normal call mode.
Thanks to Yujeong's astonishing willpower, most of the bitchy moans she let out didn't reach Yujin. But it was a pointless effort anyway. Before the night was out, Yujin would see her mother's face—not the one she knew, but the face of a man’s bitch. And neither Yujin nor Yujeong could stop me from making it happen.
I poked my head out from under that heavy, soft, hot slab of flesh and saw Yujeong's face mid-call with Yujin. Compared to the vulgar, slutty ahegao expression straight out of a textbook, her voice to her daughter was strict. Hell, it was so stern it rang clear even in my ears. She was probably overdoing it to cover up those moans from earlier. What a pair of dishonest mother and daughter.
“What noise? I didn't make a sound. You're the one who was up late watching TV again, aren't you?”
Yujin's voice didn't come through clearly. But it sounded like a kid getting scolded, her whiny cry leaking over the line.
“Who am I with? I'm drinking alone—Ow!”
I gave Yujeong's nipple a light bite. Then I patted her ass gently. It wasn't as sensitive as her pussy, but damn, that ass had some extra kick—every time my palm slapped it with a sharp smack! smack!, her pussy clenched around my softened cock, squeezing it tight and unwittingly cheering it back to life.
“Ow! Alone, drinking alone, ow! I'm drinking alone... It's nothing. I'm fine. I heard some noise on the news. Someone getting hit? Never heard anything like that. ...Wait, are you watching those vulgar violent movies I banned again?”
This shameless bitch was flaunting her slut face and pussy to me, and here she was preaching. Time for punishment. I hadn't cum that much inside her womb long ago, but my cock was already stirring, poking at her pussy walls. True to form for a pathetic slut who came from just fingers, she reacted instantly—her face twisted up.
Of course, I had no intention of letting it slide. I bounced her ass upward lightly. Her unusually thick, pretty pussy lips smacked against my groin, squishing like a sponge before springing back plump, over and over. Her face did the same—crumpling and relaxing in rhythm.
“Stop, stop! You, right now! To your own mother—Ow! What the ow! hell is that ow! ow!?”
“...”
I stared at Yujeong as she froze mid-call with her daughter, her body going still like someone flipped her power switch. What the hell? As confusion crossed my face, her spit and tears dripped down onto me. Ah, she'd just cum again from that little poke.
As her silence dragged on, she suddenly snapped back to life just as abruptly.
“It's late! Good girl Yujin needs to go to bed! Now, sleep tight. Snoo—snoo—snoo—”
She sounded like a young mom from Yujin's childhood—pure and clear, untouched by the world's filth—spouting nonsense that didn't fit the moment before hanging up. Then she snatched the phone from me and hurled it full force at the wall to stop me from calling Yujin back. The shattered remains clattered onto the bed.
I pulled my cock out of Yujeong's pussy—which was still greedily clinging like it didn't want to let go—and silently cleared the bed. It was already soaked in her juices anyway, so it was pointless, but I laid out white towels regardless. All the while, Yujeong panted raggedly, fingers trailing over her pussy still bubbling out my cum, just sitting there.
Her transformed allure was more intoxicating than ever, excitement overriding fatigue—no sleepiness yet. Like pre-gaming, I chugged another energy drink. I offered one to Yujeong too. Surprisingly, she took it meekly and drank... or so I thought. My illusion of her taming shattered quick. She dropped the half-finished can on the bed, buried her face in her palms, and burst into childlike sobs—ignoring the room, the situation, everything but her raw emotions.
I watched her crying face. It was so pure and innocent, I almost felt bad for teasing her as an old lady. The thought that I'd inflicted such pain on a woman who could still cry this guilelessly at her age hurt me too—and pissed me off even more. I climbed onto the bed and thrust my cock toward her tear-streaked face. Her sobs stopped. She sniffed at my cock scent like a curious pup, then looked up at me with those teary eyes—deer-like, kittenish, too youthful for her age.
“Six hours left. But getting home, showering, changing, heading to school—that's two hours minimum. So really, only four hours. Time's short, sis. Time for just us to do something no one else will ever know. What now?”
Yujeong lowered her hands from her face. She turned her head to stare hard at my cock, then lifted it back to my face. Her cheeks flushed. Not from booze, pills, or steam this time.
“Four hours...”
“Yeah, four hours. Listen for a sec.”
I killed the lame comedy show on TV. We went dead silent, and soon the couple next door's lovey-dovey pure-love sex filtered through—full of affection and moans.
“Those folks'll go back to prim suits and normal lives outside. That girl screaming 'Oppa, fuck my pussy,' that guy begging his girl to rim his ass—they only do this inside. No one knows once they step out. What happens here stays here.”
“What happens here... no one knows...”
“Think of me as a dildo. Big, hard, sucks where you want sucked, fucks where you want fucked. One that tells you you're pretty a lot too.”
“...”
Yujeong went quiet. But the chairwoman face was long gone—smashed by belly punches and water bottles, erased by convenience store humiliation. The fierce mother face? I wrecked that too just now. So what was left?
“Condom... use a condom...”
She lay back on the bed, squeezing out that last shred of reason before clamping her eyes shut. I obliged with a condom. Pointless after flooding her womb, but whatever—she'd grab morning-after pills or something.
“Kiss... gimme a kissy.”
I knelt before her, rubbered cock ready, and she reached out with both arms, begging. Cute for an auntie. Harmless request—I pecked her cheek.
“Mmm, nice. Tickles...”
But I wasn't one for kiddie games. I slid my lips to hers, ravaging her tongue roughly.
“Mmph!”
I sucked her tongue into my mouth while groping those huge tits. No gentle teasing to build her up this time. For tits this absurdly massive, I just slapped and mauled them. Hell, by the time I snapped to, I was fisting them like punching bags.
“Ah, it hurts.”
She pleaded like she wanted me to stop, but that only stoked my sadism harder. I kept sucking her tongue and kneading her tits rough—and her pussy flooded again. Foreplay was a luxury for a bitch like this. I slammed straight in.
“Ooooh♥♥ Yes, like that, right there, aaah—fuck me. Love me, call me pretty.”
“Shut up, you pussy onahole. Just take my pounding.”
“O-onahole? That's too much, how can you say that to a person ooooh♡♥”
Pang! Pang! Pang! I hammered until her ass squished flat against the bed, her thick pussy lips crushed against my groin. I'd held back all this time, so now it was brutal—inhuman. But Yujeong took it all with that fat ass. No drawn-out session like before. I smashed her pussy downward like breaking the bed, no pauses, no mercy. Full throttle, hard hard hard.
The payoff for not pacing came quicker than expected. No holding back—I planned to get hard again soon anyway.
“Cumming! Squeeze that pussy!”
“Eeeeheeeehiiiii!!”
Yujeong's teeth chattered as she wailed like a cheap whore. I blasted deep inside her pussy. The massively swollen condom tip felt like it could fill her womb—intense as hell.