Chapter 5
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Mom Ravaged by Dad
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Even last time, it was a bit vulgar to talk about, but...
Mom has a big ass.
In a country where women brag about having 36-inch hips at most,
Mom's got a whopping 43 inches around her hips. And her waist is just 25 inches.
Her thighs are just as thick and solid as her hips, too. The real deal when it comes to honey thighs.
Why do I keep bringing this up? Because the scene of Mom and Dad having sex that I spied on that day was that damn hot.
That day, Mom was straddling Dad's stomach, shaking her hips. Her thighs gave her that intense bounce as she waved her waist wildly, and her massive ass jiggled like pudding.
Up until then, I'd never even seen porn, but looking back with later experience, it was straight out of some Western smut flick.
And that pudding-like ass was bright red all over. Just like my own butt after getting the beating of my life from Dad.
Smack!
"You fucking bitch, shake it more."
"Ahh...! Oh, I'm going crazy... Ah!"
Smack!
"Ow... Ah!"
I have to keep repeating this, but we lived in a tiny one-room apartment. Once the lights were out and it was bedtime, our proud parents went at it right next to us—biting, sucking, pounding away. From when we were little kids on.
So it wasn't anything new, but that day felt weird for some reason. Maybe it hit harder than usual. Unlike our normal lights-off sessions, the visual impact was intense this time. Or maybe it was the bizarre situation of them devouring each other's bodies right after a insane fight...
At the time, I couldn't wrap my head around it at all. My mind was spinning.
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"Ow... Oppa... Oppa... Ahh, I'm losing my mind..."
Their sex went on for ages. I'd heard that fucking after a fight makes it way more intense than usual, and that's exactly what this was. Plus, with my sister and me kicked out, Mom was panting even more shamelessly.
"Hey, you slutty bitch. You like getting fucked? Huh?"
"Yes... Ungh... Ah... Ah!"
Slap
Lying on the floor, looking up at Mom like she was some worthless toy, Dad smacked her jiggling tits with his palm.
"Eek!"
But Mom shuddered in pleasure every time he hit her, like it hurt so good. I didn't get why she loved getting smacked back then.
There was a lot I didn't understand. Why forgive Dad for cheating after one fuck? Why did she get turned on by the filthy insults he hurled? Why did she love being treated like a toy?
Dad was nothing but a lowlife thug. Mom was pretty in face and figure, but totally useless when it came to making a living or handling money. They weren't even nice people—they fought like hell every time.
Why they stuck together even now, as I write this... I watched that shit for years as a kid and never got it. But now that I'm grown, it makes sense.
They just clicked perfectly in bed. Both sex addicts, basically. So even if they fought to the point of blows, they'd fuck it out.
But to kid me, it was a total mystery. That curiosity hooked me—I watched their lovemaking with the most intense focus of my life.
"Fuck. Hey, anyone can make a mistake, right?"
"Mmm... Ahh... Ah... Y-yeah, but..."
"But why the fuck make a scene in front of the kids? Huh? How many times have I fucked around? Why flip out like your period hit all of a sudden, you bitch?"
Tap, tap.
With total contempt, Dad lightly tapped Mom's cheeks as she rode him. Like her challenging his authority in front of us was worse than his cheating.
"Sorry..."
"Keep shaking that waist, you slut."
"Okay... Ah... Ah... Ah."
Dad was shameless as hell, but Mom was hard to figure out too. I was just a kid, but even I knew cheating was wrong. So why was she so submissive to him, even taking hits?
Mom had to keep shaking her hips atop Dad while enduring his sermon laced with nasty insults.
"I'm sorry I fucked that Park Hwa-young bitch. But fuck, you ain't good at shit either, right?"
"Mmm..."
"I said keep shaking."
Smack!
Every time Mom's hips slowed, Dad's palm whipped across her tits, waist, thighs, ass—like a lash.
"Ahh!"
"Gonna act up again? Huh?"
"Nooo... I won't... Haah... Haah..."
"You stupid bitch. That's why I told you just obey me quietly, didn't I?"
"Y-yes... You did."
"Good... Hey, get on all fours."
Satisfied with her attitude, Dad ordered a position change. Mom got down on hands and knees like a bitch in heat... right facing the window I was peeking through.
"...!"
Oh.
I could see the entrance I'd come into this world from, clear as day. Kinda pinkish-brown. And from that vulgar hole, clear lube-like fluid gushed out, slicking down her inner thighs so much they glistened under the fluorescent light.
"You're fucking soaked, bitch."
Like appraising a sex toy, Dad grabbed and kneaded Mom's ass, then coldly jammed two fingers into her pussy.
"Eek!"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
It looked like he was stirring her up—a move I'd never seen before.
"Ahh... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah!"
Sorry for saying this as her son, but... Mom looked like a total sow right then. Her huge ass bigger than most women's, those firm thighs, the massive juices squirting out with every finger-thrust, the nonstop moans.
Utterly trashy.
"Feels good? Huh, you slut?"
"Mmm... Y-yes, it feels good... Eek! Ohh!"
After a few more pumps, Mom's back arched like a bow. Her whole body shook like crazy...
That already huge ass vibrating like jello...
Seeing something I'd never witnessed before,
"Hah... Hah..."
I got so tense I started hyperventilating without realizing.
Was it the noise?
"What?"
Suddenly...!
Dad whipped his head toward the window I was spying from.
Fuck...!
That's probably what flashed through my mind.
The second our eyes met, I thought I was dead. Done for. As a kid, I seriously believed Dad would kill me.
Terrified, I bolted from the spot.
I don't remember what happened right after. Probably sage mode mixed with fear of getting caught—I just ran blindly somewhere.
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Mom was the one who found me wandering dark alleys in terror of Dad spotting me.
"Hyun-seong! Why'd you come all the way out here?"
"Mom?"
"Yeah. I was waiting outside... Why wander this far?"
"Uh... Um..."
From her eyes, she didn't know I'd peeped.
'Wait, what? I didn't get caught?'
Calming down a bit, the window was dark outside, and Dad probably wasn't sure it was me. That eased me up.
"Whew, it's already midnight, kiddo. Let's go home. Weren't you scared?"
"Yeah."
Mom gripped my hand tight. It felt so warm.
At least right then, she was a real 'mom.'
Suddenly, guilt hit me for staring at her naked body and cumming earlier. Tears welled up.
"Hey, it's okay. Everything's fine."
"Sniff... Okay."
I was too young for much sex knowledge, but dimly knew jerking off to Mom was wrong. The excitement had buried the guilt at first, but time turned it into clumsy shame.
"...That upset? Wanna order chicken when we get home?"
"Chicken...? For real?"
"Yeah. Why not tonight."
We were so used to being poor that chicken was a rare treat, once or twice a month if lucky. Sounds crazy in this era, but Mom was a dropout single mom with zero earning power, and Dad was that kind of guy—no surprise.
Hearing her offer chicken at midnight to cheer me up, I forgot everything and grinned ear to ear. Man... I was that young back then.
But as we neared home, seeing Mom hurry ahead to open the door, that naughty feeling hit again.
She was in pink mini dolphin shorts, her lower ass cheeks fully on display... covered in red handprints from her ass up to her thighs. The scene from before flashed back unbidden.
"..."
Luckily, Dad either didn't know it was me peeping or didn't care—he just gave me a light scolding when I came in, nothing more. What a relief.
Anyway, that night ended like that. But that weird, tantalizing feeling stuck with me long after—the second deepest imprint since I'd lunged at Dad while he fucked Mom.