Chapter 2
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Mom and Dad in the One-Room
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As I mentioned before, the age gap between Mom and me is just 14 years.
So, the man who got her pregnant with me...?
He was a neighborhood guy just a year older than her.
The problem was... that bastard who was my biological father was completely off his rocker too. That was the first and biggest reason our family fell apart like a pile of beans.
I won't say that Mom was some pure, innocent girl who got pregnant at such a young age.
The truth is, even though she was my biological mom... she was a total slut. The kind they call a delinquent chick.
And the guy who knocked up that wild slut of a mom? A cliché bad boy. He was a popular senior delinquent from the same school and a local thug from the neighborhood.
His name was Kang Tae-gu. My biological father, but rotten to the core—a real scumbag through and through. Mom didn't confirm the pregnancy until she was five months along. Her belly had ballooned out with twins—me and my little sister inside—but she kept denying reality until then.
Abortion? No chance.
Our father, Kang Tae-gu, panicked hard. What did he do to prepare to become a dad?
The answer: "Go to juvie."
He didn't go on purpose or anything, but he beat some kid he was extorting half to death and got locked up for assault. Either way, he left the mother of his child as a single mom and started his fun juvie tour.
You get the picture of what kind of guy he was. He bounced around juvie, finally got out, got dumped into society with only a middle school education, and barely hit adulthood before...
Ex-con with a middle school diploma. Tattoos all over his body. You think he could hold down a normal job? He stuck to what he knew—thug life, scraping by on petty crime. Then he remembered that wild slut he'd knocked up before and went looking for her.
Well...
Like attracts like. Mom was a mess too after popping out boy-girl twins at that young age. Grandpa and Grandma had taken care of us siblings so she could somehow finish middle school, but then Grandma passed from diabetes complications, and that was it. She dropped out of high school.
She had a halfway-decent face and an ass that drove guys animalistically wild—those were her only real assets. Otherwise, she was your typical hopeless case. What, you saying that's my mom? Yeah, facts are facts. What can you do?
So, the young mom lazed around, sucking Grandpa dry, until she reconnected with us siblings' biological dad and got back together.
And once Mom hit adulthood, they scored a tiny semi-basement one-room and went independent. Grandpa couldn't handle childcare at his age anymore, so he tossed them some pocket change and basically kicked them out. (I know because Dad bitches about his "father-in-law" every time he drinks and fights with Mom.)
Two hopeless wrecks raising boy-girl twins in a semi-basement one-room. Middle-class folks who had normal, wholesome school lives probably can't even imagine people at the rock bottom of life like this exist. But they do. Real as it gets.
Quiz time.
Would a morally bankrupt thug like our dad stop his fuckfest in the middle just because his young son was awake? Unfortunately for me, no.
"Haa... haa... Ah! O-Oppa, Hyun-seong's awake... Ahhn...!"
"Hng... hng... So what if he is?"
I'd just started elementary school, knew nothing, but even I could tell it was some shady scene. I had zero knowledge about sex, but at that age, I vaguely sensed they were doing something "embarrassing if others saw." Everyday memories like my teacher's name or best friend's faded, but that one stuck hard, burned into a corner of my brain.
Not hard to understand, though.
It was a one-room, so our family of four slept shoulder-to-shoulder in the same space. Dad and Mom were former delinquents who'd partied hard just a few years back. Now young adults with raging hormones—telling them to hold back because the kids were sleeping next to them? Good luck.
So, it was inevitable that one night, while we were asleep, Dad climbed on top of Mom's belly and started pounding her rough.
"..."
"Oppa...! Hyun-seong's awake... Ah...! Ah!"
But... even after noticing me wake up, rub my eyes, and stare blankly at them, Dad didn't stop.
Instead, he pinned Mom's wrists down like restraints with his strong grip—even as she looked embarrassed—and raped her right in front of me.
Slap... slap... slap!
"Haa... haa..."
"Haah... Ahh! Ah! Ah! Too deep... Ah!"
"You fucking... cunt, shit, so goddamn tight, you fucking bitch..."
Obviously, Dad—Mr. Kang Tae-gu—was a violent guy who beat Mom often. Drunk or sober. It was routine.
Mom, true to her hopeless nature, depended on him despite the beatings. Mentally, physically. She never opposed him, just submitted.
And that submission meshed perfectly with their sexual chemistry. Dad was violent, and Mom... I learned later, but she was a hardcore masochist.
Bound and restrained, passively getting fucked by a man for intense pleasure—a submissive. Thrilled by harsh insults and degradation. Pair that with a sadist like Dad, and their compatibility was off the charts.
So, even getting pounded like a rape scene right in front of her son—or maybe because of it—Mom, Seo Na-yeon, got even more turned on, her pussy gushing wet as she climaxed in front of her boy.
You can probably guess the vibe in our house by now.
Embarrassing to admit, but Dad got some sick thrill out of fucking Mom in front of me—like a conquest rush or whatever. Even as I got old enough to understand sex a bit, he'd wait till lights out, know I was peeking from the side, and still pound her every night.
And Mom? She seemed even more aroused getting railed like that in front of her son, moaning uncontrollably, howling like a beast as she reveled in mating with Dad.
'...'
Whenever they went at it, I'd pretend to sleep under the covers... but even at that young age, before I really knew lust, instinctual curiosity drew me to sneak peeks. They usually waited till we were out cold, but...
One night, after a few drinks, Dad's tiny self-control was gone. He went full horny dog, yanked off the blankets, and pounced on Mom's naked body.
"Hey. Doggy."
"Doggy? Come on... the kids are here."
"What does it matter now? Quit bitching, you crazy slut, and spread that ass."
"...Fine. Why the filthy talk?"
Given their backgrounds... especially Dad, their speech was rough as hell.
If they'd cared even 1% about parenting, they wouldn't spew that trash in front of the kids. Maybe they thought we were asleep, but I was wide awake.
And with kids sleeping right next to them, Mom still obeyed: got on all fours, ass up high, wiggling it in front of Dad's cock. Young as I was, it screamed "bitch in heat"—pure sleaze.
Saying this outright about my parents makes me an ungrateful son... but you reap what you sow. Our "family education" was shit, so I never developed saintly filial piety.
"Ah, fuck... soybean paste can tits, goddamn huge."
Dad—no, Kang Tae-gu—probably never saw Mom as a proper "wife." More like...
A 'fuckhole'? Something to shove his dick in and drain whenever he got hard... Yeah, looking back as an adult, that's exactly it. They weren't even legally married—just shacking up.
Otherwise, he wouldn't fuck her so crudely in front of his son, spewing filth like a rapist. Or handle her like a fleshlight.
But Mom didn't seem to crave normal couple love either. She even got off on being treated like a sex toy. Reflecting now, they were more fuckbuddies than husband and wife back then.
"Ahhn... Oppa... fuck me like a dog... Ahhn!"
Mom getting doggyed like a bitch. I was sleeping right beside them, so I turned my head slightly—her side profile on all fours filled my view.
Hah... hah... hah...
The ragged panting echoing from inches away.
Splash, splash...
The wet squelch of his cock slamming into her drenched, sloppy pussy.
Slosh, slosh. Mom's tits—the ones I'd suckled—sagged a bit from their weight, swinging like pendulums. Room was dark, lights off, but bright moonlight made the jiggle clear.
"Ah... ahhn... So good... Ah, driving me crazy, Oppa... Haah."
"Hoo... hoo... Getting fucked in front of your son and your pussy's clenching? Huh?"
"Haah... Don't... say that..."
Smack!
Maybe her weak protest annoyed him, or maybe he just liked it.
Dad slapped her fat ass hard, yanked her hair back by the roots, pulling her head. Then whispered in her ear.
"Hey. Wanna die acting up? Fucking bitch?"
"Eung... Ah, no... S-sorry... Ahhn!"
Dad deliberately punished her, squeezing one of her 70E tits hard in his fist.
Drip... drip...
Long since weaned, but milk still leaked from her udders a bit.
"Ahhn... Hurts..."
"Don't fuck around, you cunt. Got it?"
"Eut... Ah... Got it."
"Fucking die, bitch."
Whispering that in her ear, Dad slammed her head down to the floor with the hand gripping her hair.
And then
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ah! Ah! Aaaah!"
He rammed deep, fast, hard—his long cock tip battering her cervix. The fleshy slaps echoing in the room are still vivid in my memory. Mom's moans mixed pain-cries with sticky, deep pleasure—beastly groans.
As an adult now, I get that violent sex is its own kink... but to kid me, the whole scene was bizarre and alien.
Our family education? Live porn.