Since the Daughter Sinned, Punish the Mother 3
“Sniff…”
A sorrowful sob leaked from Lee Seo-yoon’s lips. Humiliation and shame tormented her, but her utter powerlessness was far more wretched. With trembling hands, she picked up the semen-soaked mask from the bench.
“Ugh…”
The fishy stench stabbed her nostrils, blunting her resolve. Do I really have to cover my face…? If they don’t snap a photo, couldn’t I just close my eyes, masturbate, and they’d leave once they got off? Wishful thinking, but her workplace was right nearby. If anyone recognized her, it’d be a disaster beyond words.
“Hoo… hoo…”
Breathing ragged from tension, she steeled herself and slipped on the semen-drenched mask. Squish.
“Huh?!”
The sticky semen clinging to her nose and face sent chills down her spine. The thick reek threatened to make her puke, her mind fraying at the edges. Tears gushed out in an instant, streaming over the mask.
Hurry… anyone, just come quick…
Her thinking, narrowed by tension and degradation, failed to grasp the obvious: she only needed the mask on when someone arrived. Inhaling the lung-scorching semen fumes, she desperately awaited anyone to drag her from this hell.
Thud, thud. Thud, thud.
Had her fervent prayer reached the heavens? Or overshot? Footsteps approached swiftly—but there were two sets. Unforeseen, she fidgeted in panic, but they were already too close to flee.
“Huh?”
A man’s puzzled murmur carried through the air, laced with shock. He’d surely spotted the half-naked woman; the tension rippled toward her.
“Hey, that…”
“…What the hell?”
Their whispers drifted from a distance. Any normal person would bolt or detour at the sight of a seminude woman, but these two reeked of booze and closed in.
“…”
They halted right before her, and her body locked rigid with dread, her mind blanking out.
“Dog cunt?”
“Says cock house right here.”
She flinched! Her hand shot out to cover the lewd scrawls on her belly and instep, but Kim Il-woo’s warning flashed: Don’t wipe it off, or else.
“…”
Strangers’ scorching gazes raked her skin, vivid as a touch, making her shrink inward.
Can’t… breathe.
The mask’s seal trapped the sticky semen inside, choking her breaths. Too ashamed to meet their eyes, she bowed her head. Her long hair draped down, veiling part of her face—did even this hellish scene bring a shred of comfort? Insane.
“Haa… haa…”
How long stretched this eternal standoff? In her limited view, a stranger’s hand crept closer.
Slap!
Lee Seo-yoon smacked away the filthy hand hovering as if to grope her.
“Ah…”
A deflated sigh, from whom she couldn’t tell. Heart pounding like it’d burst, she mustered courage and spoke.
“D-don’t… touch me. Just… look… no photos either…”
Her voice quivered pathetically as she pressed on. “If you wanna… cum… use my… high heels down there… please… c-cum on them…”
She’d said it—begged them to treat her precious body like a cheap whore’s, a disposable cumrag. The semen stench melted her mind into haze. Following his orders, her trembling hand slid between her thighs.
Squelch.
I’m… wet?
Fingers pressing her panties, she recoiled in shock. They were soaked through. Her shaky gaze dropped to the center—apricot fabric stained dark and vivid.
“Gulp…”
Someone swallowed hard, the sound booming. Anticipation of the slut’s masturbation show swelling in the beasts? Or arousal at a married woman’s pussy dripping amid shame? Triggered, they eased down their pants. Lee Seo-yoon panted in tension and thrill, fingers grazing her pussy over the panties.
Slap, slap, slap.Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Like lovers fucking, their lewd strokes harmonized in the dark park.
“Haa…! Haa…! Haa…!”
Her ragged gasps and sweet moans swelled, betraying her mounting excitement.
Splash!
No fingering inside, yet her body quivered—and pussy juice gushed, widening the stain on her apricot panties.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Hands raced in competition—two men, one woman. The curvy beauty’s panties, legs splayed wide under the mask, were drenched beyond sopping; juice dripped onto the bench and her discarded black heels below.
Her unfocused black eyes, glazed and drifting up, met two cocks—rock-hard, oozing precum.
“Eek?!”
Their ferocious intent overwhelmed her. Spotting her glance, the men stepped closer, thrusting cocks in display.
No, stay back!
Even through the mask, musky cock scent invaded. The dizzying semen haze inflamed her body to bursting. Sniffing her aroused pheromones, they jerked fiercer.
“A-ahh…!!!”
A muffled moan erupted from the mask—fearful yet uncontainable lust.
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
Unprecedented thrill, excitement, and semen-fogged brain short-circuited sanity. Feminine instinct devoured her. Despite Il-woo’s orders allowing over-panties, her fingers shoved the sodden fabric aside, plunging into her twitching, cock-hungry pussy.
Squelch!
“Haaahhhnnn…!!!”
Fingers directly on her pussy unleashed transcendent pleasure; she climaxed instantly. Her waist bucked like a snapped bow, head whipping back.
Spurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Legs obscenely spread, girl-cum sprayed as her body convulsed in orgasmic waves.
“Ugh?!”
“She’s cumming…!”
Her bewitching depravity broke them; they unleashed too. Honoring her plea? Or defiling the squirting wife’s pussy? Thick ropes splattered her black heels—and some hit her convulsing pussy mound, thick labia, inner thighs.
“Hahk! Hahk! Hahk!”
Ignoring semen near her mouth, she collapsed onto the bench, gasping. Forgetting the no-touch rule, they wiped cock-tips on her spread thighs’ fresh cum.
Powerless against her body used as cumrag, she merely twitched.
“Miss, take it easy.”
“We’re going easy ‘cause it’s us. Any other guys would’ve fucked that cunt raw.”
Mindful of their own status, they toed her line—but mocked the mother like a disposable whore before leaving the park.
The moment they vanished, Kim Il-woo emerged from hiding, camera in hand.
“Hnnngh…”
Her pussy, soaked and gaping lewdly, throbbed amid aftershocks—her friend’s mom flailing in ecstasy’s tide, more alluring than anyone. Not a speck remained of the elegant noblewoman he’d lusted after since boyhood; her pathetic ruin was deliciously pitiful.
Overcome, he stroked and erupted right there.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
White globs poured onto her belly’s “dog cunt” scrawl. Each heaving breath made the obscene words and sticky semen mingle in a dizzying sight.
“I’ll let you off here for today. Tomorrow morning, naked selfie showing the ‘dog cunt’ on your belly and ‘cock house’ on your foot. Or you know what happens.”
No washing, spend the night like this. Il-woo snapped her disheveled depravity once more, then abandoned her and left.
The married woman, thoroughly defiled in body and soul by her daughter’s friend and two nameless men, lay sprawled limply on the park bench for a long while, gasping for air.