Seeping Evil 3
Tap, tap, tap. How much time had passed since he started receiving a handjob from his friend's mom? As the air between them grew thicker, hotter, laced with an indecent tension...
Click.
“?!”
A door opening echoed from afar. In the silent room, filled only with the slick sounds of her stroking his cock, this unfamiliar noise came from outside the door—precisely from the direction of Choi Ara's room.
Ara's come out of her room.
Was it to put away the dinner dishes? Or had she been cooped up in her room all day and now needed the bathroom or something? He couldn't know. But what mattered now was that if her daughter saw them like this, it wouldn't end quietly.
Lee Seo-yoon, fully aware of that, went pale. Her hand froze mid-stroke on his cock.
“Haa... haa... haa...”
Her ragged, tense breaths filled the room. They'd closed the door when they entered, so unless Choi Ara suddenly opened her mom's door, they wouldn't be caught. Still, Lee Seo-yoon focused every nerve on her daughter's presence in the living room beyond.
An unexpected thrill?
Truth be told, the handjob alone had started feeling a bit boring. He hadn't anticipated this added spike of danger. Kim Il-woo's lips twisted into a sadistic grin as he reached out and grabbed her head.
“...???”
All her attention fixed on the door, she didn't react at first to her head being seized. He forced her gaze away from the door, and her dazed, vacant expression came into view. Staring down at her defenseless face—utterly clueless about what he intended—Kim Il-woo tightened his grip, shoving her head forward.
Her face inched closer to his towering cock. Shock bloomed across her previously blank features.
Desperation seeped into her eyes as she opened her mouth to protest—voice hushed to avoid her daughter hearing.
“Il-woo, stop—Mmph?!”
Her stifled moan leaked out softly. Her married lips were forced around his cock, working futilely to expel the intruder, but his unyielding pressure made it impossible to resist on her own.
A beat late, realization hit her. Her eyes widened in horror, then blazed with murderous fury as she glared up at the beast before her.
Grip!
“Glurk?!”
Kim Il-woo crushed her protest, slamming her head down harder. The cock plunged into her throat, driving her to the brink of madness. Retches bubbled up, her throat convulsing around it, muffled gags of pain and suppression barely escaping.
She couldn't shove him away roughly—her daughter might hear. Nor could she retch freely. She had no choice but to swallow the agony, lips sealed around his cock.
“Glurk...! Gack...?! Mmph!!!”
Like a toy, he bobbed her head up and down. With a deflating whimper, her body began to spasm.
Her hands flailed helplessly, pounding and pushing at his thighs in frantic desperation, but he ignored it, shaking her head relentlessly.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Mmph! Gack?! Ooomph!!!”
Her childhood friend's footsteps outside harmonized grotesquely with her pained moans. Kim Il-woo tuned out his old friend's presence, focusing solely on unleashing his lust into the kneeling woman's mouth-pussy.
Each stroke of her thick lips along his shaft sent ecstasy racing up his spine. Her panicked tongue flailing inside provided exquisite stimulation. The agony of his glans battering her throat made her retch, her convulsing mouth clenching and teasing his entire length—pure conquest fuel.
Thud, thud, thud.
His childhood friend's footsteps drew closer. Maybe she couldn't find her mom, who should be home, or had some errand—whatever it was, as Choi Ara approached, Kim Il-woo made sure to inform Lee Seo-yoon.
“You'd better keep quiet. Ara's getting close.”
“Mmph...?!”
Even in her daze, she caught his warning. Terror shook her body. He savored the fear in her slender hands clutching his thighs, shaking her head even more maniacally.
“Gack?! Mmph, oo... mmph!!!”
The harder she fought to stifle her moans, the more vividly she felt his cock spearing her throat, the thick male musk numbing her senses.
I... I need to breathe...!
Retches disrupted her air, her focus splintering between them and her daughter's footsteps—only for another throat-thrust to blank her mind white. Overloaded, reason fled. Gasping irregularly for air, she savored the musky taste more intensely with each breath.
Her fierce glare softened, eyes rolling back bit by bit.
“Oo, gack... HEUURK! Urrk...! Retch! Ooomph!”
Her retching grew louder. The stifled sounds threatened to spill beyond the door.
The thrill and taboo of it all surged his climax closer. His rape victim pacing outside, while he used her mom's mouth-pussy to vent his lust—what a rush!
“Mom's gonna cum, so drink it all!”
In dizzying ecstasy, he declared it, then buried her face in his crotch, peaking.
Unable to resist, her face mashed into her daughter's friend's groin, she felt his cock swell.
“Hmmmrgh??!!”
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
She wailed into his crotch. The bloated cock erupted, flooding her mouth and throat.
Head crushed in, breathing choked by the semen filling her gullet, her hazy eyes rolled fully back.
Her slender hands clawed at his thighs in convulsive fury.
Kim Il-woo gazed down at the once-elegant friend's mom, her face debased, bliss crashing through him.
His desire-sated brain commanded withdrawal. Dazed, he pushed her head back.
His long, saliva-slick black serpent withdrew, still spurting white ropes everywhere. The sticky globs splattered her face.
“Oooeurk...!”
As it pulled free, she battled the surge of vomit. Too desperate to dodge, she took the semen shower full on her face.
Thud.
He'd shoved too hard; she toppled backward onto the floor.
“Cough! Cough! Uurrk!”
Sprawled, she hacked up the cum clogging her throat.
“Hoo... hoo... hoo...”
Kim Il-woo exhaled low and satisfied, surveying the disheveled mess of his friend's mom.
Each cough spewed more milky semen. Her lips smeared with drool and cum, the refined housewife's face was gone—replaced by a woman thoroughly ravaged by a male.
Her lavender scent now reeked of rank night-bloom. Too dazed to wipe the sticky globs from her face, she retched on the floor.
Drained and spasming faintly, her rumpled house dress hiked up, legs splayed in a sight begging to be fucked.
Thud, thud, thud... Click.
His childhood friend's presence faded, door closing behind her.
Lee Seo-yoon registered it—relief? Or exhaustion from being his cumdump?—and passed out cold.
“...”
Kim Il-woo wondered if he'd gone too far, then shrugged—when else would he get this thrill? Satisfaction swelled in his chest.
He grabbed his phone from nearby furniture, snapping pics of her semen-drenched, fainted form and ruined face.
“Got myself a nice trophy.”
Delighted by the unexpected haul, he left a hypocritical note—“Sorry you passed out”—beside her and slipped quietly from the house.
Lee Seo-yoon lay abandoned for hours, mouth stuffed with her daughter's friend's vile lust, face glazed in it.