Time for Punishment 3
I dropped my trembling gaze downward, staring at the hand groping my body. It was a thick, hairy hand so masculine it was hard to believe it belonged to Kim Il-woo. His legs were wrapped around mine like restraints—fat yet imposing, impossible to shove off with sheer strength. Above all, the ample press of that flabby gut against my back and the musty stench clinging to it. Kim Il-woo was in his twenties, so he wasn't ripped with muscle but had a sturdy build, carrying the potent scent of a virile male—nothing like this stale, widower's reek.
"Wh-who... wh-who...? Who are you?!" Lee Seo-yoon's jaw chattered in terror at the unfamiliar presence pressing from behind.
"I-Il... Il-woo! Il-woo! Il-woo!!!" Shocked beyond words, her tongue twisted as she desperately called the name of the man who'd spent the night defiling and humiliating her.
"Yes, Mom. I'm right here."
"Il-woo! B-behind... behind...!" Lee Seo-yoon shrieked in panic, too terrified to turn around.
"Yeah. There's some uncle sitting behind you, groping you all he wants."
At Kim Il-woo's calm description, Lee Seo-yoon froze, forgetting to breathe. Her body began to shake convulsively as her face drained to ghostly white. "Wh-what... what did you just say?"
Deep down, she knew she shouldn't ask. But she couldn't help it. Even now, she desperately wanted to identify and shake off that horrific hand roaming her body.
"What else? I called him."
Her face twisted like a shattered mirror at the cold truth slipping from Kim Il-woo's lips.
"What do you mean...? What the hell...?" She stared at him pleadingly, unable to accept reality.
Kim Il-woo tapped his chin thoughtfully, then grinned wickedly. "You're a pain in the ass, always trying to bring Ara's boyfriend back. So I'm giving you a little punishment."
"Jun-hyun...?"
"Yeah. Ara's mine. Why do you keep shoving other guys at her?"
Lee Seo-yoon didn't know how to react to his possessive attitude toward her daughter, treating her like property. And he'd called this man because she'd summoned Jun-hyun for Ara's sake?
Am I going crazy?
Has being fucked senseless by this beast too long made me hallucinate bullshit?
It was partly to keep tabs on Kim Il-woo, but mostly maternal desperation—she couldn't hand her precious daughter over to this monster. Yet he'd twisted her best effort as a mother into this nightmare.
Her face contorted into a demonic snarl. "Youuuu!!"
Despite being steeped in pleasure for hours, leaving her limp, some hidden strength surged. She nearly broke free from Kang Jeong-min's grip.
"Whoa, feisty one."
Kang Jeong-min tightened his hold, focusing on restraining the wriggling woman in his arms. That brief escape was her last gasp—her resistance crumbled instantly.
"Hah...! Hah...! Hah...!"
But her fury burned fiercer than ever, her glare promising to tear Kim Il-woo apart.
She had to separate this beast from Ara right now.
"Gonna call the cops?"
Her body jolted at being read like an open book. The monster smirked down at her, amused, as if peering into her mind.
"Think you can?"
Kang Jeong-min flinched slightly at the woman's ferocious glare. Women might be weak, but mothers are fierce—and this one's state screamed she'd fight to her last breath for her daughter.
"You can't."
"Why not?"
Body defiled? Treat it like a dog bite. Bad rumors? Move far away with Ara and start over. She could endure it all. What gave him such confidence?
Kim Il-woo approached with a crescent-moon grin, whispering in her ear. "If Ara finds out her mom got raped because of her... think she could handle it?"
She flinched violently.
All her thoughts had been about what she, the mother, could bear—not what her daughter, Choi Ara, could endure. The dutiful, responsible girl she'd raised would wail, drown in guilt, lick each other's wounds, and eventually rise. But...
Not now.
Ara was fragile as cracked glass, barely holding together. One more shock, especially if the rapist was someone helping her stand—Il-woo, one of her pillars...?
"..."
Terror gripped her as realization dawned.
"Y-you... you..." She wanted to demand if he'd approached them from the start with this in mind. Where was the childhood kid she'd known? A monster had taken his place.
"Who the hell are you...?"
She wanted to gouge out her eyes but feared he'd skinned some poor soul. She had to ask.
Kim Il-woo giggled childishly, looking down at his friend's mom who'd finally glimpsed his depths. "It's me. Kim Il-woo. Ara's childhood friend. The kid who hung out with you sometimes."
The shock left her mouth gaping like a goldfish, words failing. In Kang Jeong-min's arms, her body slumped in total surrender.
He forcibly lifted her despairing head to meet his eyes.
"..."
Her face was etched with despair and resignation. But her eyes blazed fiercer than ever—motherly benevolence and lustful gasps gone, only unyielding ferocity remained.
Lick.
His serpentine tongue trailed her cheek, savoring her despair.
Moms are tough, huh.
Even in shattering hopelessness, she stood firm as Lee Seo-yoon the woman would've broken long ago. Her defiance—body defiled but spirit unbroken—ignited his base lusts.
She can take more.
This woman was filthier, more crushable than imagined.
"Laundry?"
He thrust his saliva-slick cock before her face. The ultimate humiliation flushed her crimson, then—
Snap!
"Dangerous!"
Her teeth barely missed biting his cock clean off.
"Tch..."
Her pluck both annoyed and thrilled him, fueling his conquest lust.
Time to break her spirit once.
His lips twisted grotesquely into a sinister smile.
"Uncle. Fuck her."
"Huh...?"
Lee Seo-yoon gaped blankly at the curt, icy command. Fuck what...? Shock froze her mind until warning bells rang—vision blurred, body floated.
Splat!
"Aaaah?!"
She screamed as it tore through her ass cheeks, plunging gut-deep in one thrust. Trembling eyes downward: her ID badge swung from her neck, below it her pussy devouring a sun-baked, swarthy cock.
"ID badge...?"
It should've been in her bag. Why wear it for rape?
"W-wait...?"
Worst-case scenario flashed: she looked up to see Kim Il-woo filming with his phone.
"D-don't film! Don't film meeeee!!!"
Her desperate, pleading wail erupted.
"Oh, didn't you know, Ara's mom? I've been filming since the first time. This is just more of the same."
"...What? F-first time?"
His casual bombshell plunged her deeper into chaos. First time? When? Today? Or that drunken mistake?
Her thoughts didn't last.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Agh?! Ack?! Haaah!!!"
Dull impacts hammered her gut, rationality flying apart.
Kang Jeong-min marveled at this top-grade—no, supreme—woman after so long. "Whoa! Even through the condom, her pussy's gripping like it'll snap my dick. Forties for real?"
"Hngh?! Y-you...! St-stop...! Ack?!"
Fury tensed her body more than ever, but her ripened flesh—overlapping Kim Il-woo's, recalling man's taste—instinctively pleasured the intruder. Semen-soaked from head to toe, her ecstatic feminine scent and silken skin boiled his lust. Her massive tits jiggled visibly with each upward thrust—pure beauty.
"Hahk...! Ungh...! P-please...! Stop...!"
She strained arms and legs to escape, but hours of fucking left them quivering uselessly. Head up: face on camera. Down: her nameless ravishment exposed, heightening pleasure awareness.
"Hngh...! Ah, haaah...!"
She bit her lip to stifle moans, but her hypersensitive body betrayed her. Each deep alien thrust—unlike husband or Il-woo—piled inescapable arousal.
Drip.
Humiliation raged in her mind, but her lower mouth wept nectar to ease the cock.
I want to die!
Never had her gushing wetness shamed her more. It pleased her husband in their quiet, vanilla sex—and her too—but now it was poison.
"Hnnngh...!"
Her suppressed, sweet moans delighted the men.
"This position's tough. Mind changing it?"
Kang Jeong-min notified Kim Il-woo, filming them, then loosened his restraining arms and legs.
In that slack moment, as she tried fleeing, he hooked arms under her legs and hoisted her up.
"??!!"
Her nectar-drenched intimacy fully exposed—the infamous "lift-and-pound." Floating weight dropped her onto gut-piercing agony; she screamed again.
Splat!
"Aaaah?!"
Her full weight drove the cock deeper; she gasped, near fainting. Lean forward to hide face: deeper impale. Lean back: evade camera but cling to rapist.
And it looks like I'm hugging him willingly.
Suspended, no choice but to rely on him—the pose itself utter humiliation.
"Good view?"
"Ara's mom's pussy clamping uncle's dick—crystal clear."
The beasts' horrific banter flowed. Spotting her hand moving to cover, Kang Jeong-min resumed pounding.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Aaah?! Gack?! Ah, aaa...?!"
First-time position, unstable, endlessly gut-pierced—sanity fled. Fear-laced pleasure convulsed her; exhausted limbs flailed wildly.
A sleazy middle-aged nobody unilaterally ravishing a refined, elegant married woman—pure thrill. Kim Il-woo ached to toss the phone and stuff her lewd hole.
"How's the lady? Like my cock-house?"
"Hngh...! Cr-crazy... b-bast... ahk...!"
He hammered relentlessly, dirty-talking her ear.
"Mouth's foul, but pussy loves it—what d'you think?"
"Hahk...! Sh-shut... up!!! Aaah...!"
Her humiliated face was adorable. He burned to slap her cheeks, ram his cock down that cursing mouth.
A fun idea struck; his lips curled snakily. "Huh? Call from Ara."
Her every motion froze at his murmur. Feverish cheeks paled instantly. Only fleshy thwacks filled the room.
Kang Jeong-min, lust-incarnate, missed the chilling tension, pounding away.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
His gruff, filthy breaths echoed. Kim Il-woo raised the phone to his ear like answering; her eyes widened in horror.
"Yeah. Ara."
"Gasp!"
She held her breath, quaking. The thwacks grated; nerves taut, she felt every cock-vein piercing her.
Shiver...
Her body shuddered madly—fear? Climax-bound pleasure? She focused wholly on the call.
"Mom's still not back? Hmm...?"
She'd said overtime, but this late was rare. Her gaze flicked to her bag's phone. Had Ara worried while beasts ravaged her? As mother resurfaced—
Squelch.
"Hnnngh?!"
Kang Jeong-min eased lift, slamming deeper with her weight. Dizzying organ-crush panic; she barely choked her moan.
Lips crushed, reason returned; she caught the call again.
"Mom's with me. Hold on, switching."
"Hah?!"
Kim Il-woo turned slowly, phone in hand, extending it toward her.
"Ah, aaa...!"
Fear-choked, tearful whimper escaped. He flipped the screen: tears, snot, horror, misery—her wretched face.
"Just kidding."
His prank snapped her tension; pent-up pleasure exploded, squirting in silent climax.
Spurt!
Phone captured the obscene married woman's peak face-full. No moan, no cry—just quiet orgasm. Suspended limbs quivered, then flopped like a marionette cut loose.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Kang Jeong-min ignored her climax, slamming hard and deep for his release. Each thrust sprayed her nectar everywhere.
"Nngh!"
He groaned low, shuddering, pumping deep as she gulped his filthy seed with her lower mouth—limbs splayed, mere cumdump toy.
Plop.
He yanked out, dumping her like trash onto the bed.
"Heuk..."
Unconscious, she collapsed with a pathetic groan amid fluids.
Twitch, twitch.
Aftershocks rippled; limbs sprawled obscenely.
Kang Jeong-min peeled off the cum-filled condom, inverting it to splatter sticky white globs on her plump ass.
"Great footage."
Kim Il-woo had it all: friend's mom unilaterally raped by middle-aged sleaze.
"Mom, my turn now."
The beasts swapped like tag-team. No more condom needed; raw like first time.
Splat!
"Hnnngh...!"
Her piteous wail and wet slaps tormented her till dawn's light chased the dark.
"..."
Lee Seo-yoon endured thorough all-night ravishment by both men. Head to toe semen-drenched, womb force-fed by daughter's friend—white globs oozed from her crotch. No respite, alternated relentlessly; she lay exhausted, not twitching a finger.
"Whew~"
Kang Jeong-min puffed a satisfied smoke after rare binge. Kim Il-woo chugged water, rehydrating.
"I'm out first. Call if you need more."
Grinning, he left. Kim Il-woo gazed at his fluid-soaked friend's mom, fulfillment swelling.
Second pent-up childhood filth unleashed. Both his outlets mother and daughter—ironic.
"Heading to college with Ara today, right?"
He kneaded her limp ass, confirming plans.