Mom Wails 2
"That's right. You're raising it well on your own."
Kim Il-woo sneered at Lee Seo-yoon, who shuddered in humiliation, and jerked his chin toward the floor, ordering her to kneel. Lee Seo-yoon took a deep breath, barely calming her boiling rage, before kneeling once more at his feet.
"If you don't do it just like you'd do for your husband, I'll void the contract—so do it right." At Kim Il-woo's warning, Lee Seo-yoon squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, as if steeling herself, then opened them again. When she did, her gaze and demeanor had changed. She exuded a sickly-sweet aura, gazing at him with affection as if her beloved were truly before her—a woman lost in love.
"…"
Lee Seo-yoon half-lowered her eyelids and slowly brought her lips to Kim Il-woo's glans, as if kissing her loving husband. Even with her resolve hardened, she couldn't suppress her sorrow; her full, red lips trembled faintly, a perfect aphrodisiac that stoked his raging lust.
Smack. The wet sound echoed as her mouth—the mouth of his friend's mother—brushed against his filthy cock, slick with pre-cum, then pulled away. A thin strand of sticky pre-cum stretched between the throbbing tip and her lips before snapping, the lewd scene captured perfectly by the camera.
"……"
Lee Seo-yoon kept her head bowed, silent. Her shoulders heaved as she fought back the sobs threatening to escape. Kim Il-woo grinned in satisfaction, perching on the edge of the bed and commanding his new cocksleeve and sex slave to begin her first service.
"Seo-yoon, come suck it for me."
No more need to pretend she was his friend's mom. She was a tool to thoroughly defile and train, then hurl before her daughter to shatter her spirit.
Though it could backfire. But watching her now, Lee Seo-yoon seemed likely to endure to the end, while Choi Ara might crumble first. It didn't matter either way. Whichever broke first, he'd throw her at the one still holding out—they'd destroy each other on their own.
As Kim Il-woo savored fantasies of how he'd ravage the mother and daughter, Lee Seo-yoon crawled slowly across the floor and settled between his legs.
"Hoo-woop…"
With her back to the camera, she buried her face in her daughter's friend's crotch. The dizzying rush of conquest and taboo thrill hit him hard—the object of his boyhood longing and perverse fantasies now taking his cock into her mouth of her own accord. Tears welled in her dark eyes, spilling now and then down her pale cheeks in mesmerizing rivulets.
"Hng… mmph, mmph…"
He gazed down lovingly at his friend's mom as she began bobbing her head slowly, sucking his cock. In stark contrast, she glared up at him with undimmed ferocity, as if dying to sink her teeth in and rip it off.
"Still awkward, huh."
She'd never even done this for her husband—it felt like nothing more than her lips wrapped around his shaft, her head shaking back and forth.
"Suck it like a lollipop, really drawing it in, and use your tongue on the underside too."
"Chuu… slurp… chu, chu… lick, lick."
Following his advice, Lee Seo-yoon clumsily tried sucking his whole cock, rolling her tongue along the shaft while it filled her mouth, teasing it lightly for faint stimulation. It was like he'd acquired an obedient puppy. Her earnest efforts to follow his instructions, awkward as they were, stirred a perverse pleasure as he watched her innocence start to stain with his filth.
"Ah, that's good. Use your tongue to cover more ground."
The warmth enveloping his entire cock, the soft yet plump press of her lips gliding along the shaft—it sent electric jolts of pleasure racing through him. The rough texture of her tongue brushing awkwardly against the glans or shaft before vanishing was a teasing tug-of-war on his desires.
"Use your hands too—gently massage or stroke my balls for extra stimulation. Try sucking or licking the base and balls together."
"…"
Lee Seo-yoon glared at him with his cock in her mouth, her eyes screaming what a demanding pervert he was. Kim Il-woo responded with the leisure of a master, stroking her head affectionately like one would a pet.
Flinch! She jolted as if his touch burned, recoiling in shock.
Does she hate having her hair touched? She'd winced excessively when he'd grabbed it earlier too, reacting intensely to any contact with her hair.
Come to think of it, she fought like a maniac whenever I pulled her hair during sex. Except when she was too broken to resist, she'd hated it with a frenzy—though at the time, it had looked like writhing in ecstasy. Now, reflecting, it was pure revulsion.
Hmm…? I've spotted something fun. He recalled how she'd fiddle with the ends of her hair when troubled or deep in thought.
Convinced he'd found a delightful weakness, Kim Il-woo stroked her hair tenderly, lovingly, like a lover caressing his beloved.
"……"
Lee Seo-yoon's eyes widened in shock, nearly popping out as she held his cock in her mouth. Flustered by his sudden move, she trembled under his touch, her cheeks flushing faintly like a shy girl in love.
"Huh…?"
Seeing a fresh, innocent expression he'd never witnessed before, Kim Il-woo blurted out in stunned surprise. Snapping back to reality at his idiotic sound, she hastily hid her outburst by resuming her sucking with fervor.
"Chu! Chuurp…! Smooch… smoooch… lick, lick!"
The heated, vulgar slurps filled the space between them.
I slipped up! For a split second, she'd let a woman's vulnerability show, and it mortified her. Desperate to cover it, she sucked harder, feigning nonchalance—but it was too late.
To her, her hair was more than a body part; it was sacred, a link to her late husband brimming with joyful memories.
Seo-yoon's hair is so pretty. That casual compliment before they dated had sparked her awareness of him as a man. It led to romance, marriage, and even then, he'd always stroked her hair, whispering love in her ear. Even now, committed to life as a mother over a woman, she lavished care on her hair alone.
I never imagined… Her daughter knew her attachment too. Ara would grumble but help when she playfully begged for aid like a spoiled child. Who knew the hair filled with family memories would become her weakness?
Swish.Flinch! Kim Il-woo's touch unraveled the neat updo she'd pinned high.
She knew she shouldn't react, but her hair meant more than flesh and blood—her body betrayed her every time.
"Hng~?"
Like a child with a fascinating toy, Kim Il-woo hummed in delight. Lee Seo-yoon sucked desperately, trying to divert his interest elsewhere, but she couldn't ignore his persistent caresses.
Grab. "Mmph?!"
Suddenly clutching her hair, he shoved her head back, halting her sucking. Though the repulsive cock slipped free, an even greater dread engulfed her.
I have to look him in the eye… To prove no guilt, no secrets—she had to meet his gaze. But her heart pounded wildly, her pupils quivering in sync.
Swallowing dryly, she masked her emotions and looked up at the beast defiling her.
"…!"
Under the cheap light, shadows cloaked his face, but a thin, crescent-moon smile curved his lips—a chilling grin that raised goosebumps on her skin.
Swish. His hand glided through her silky, impeccably groomed hair, then gripped a fistful and tugged it toward his groin.
N-No way… Trembling in horror, she anticipated his intent. She knew showing emotion only pleased the scum, but she couldn't help it now.
Swish… grip! Not content to merely wrap her silky black locks—dark as the night sky—around his cock, he knotted them tightly like a noose.
"…"
Lee Seo-yoon stared blankly as her treasured hair was reduced to a mere tool for his lust.
"I've savored your mouth enough—now use your hand to milk one out."
With a voice laced in amusement, he seized her frozen left hand and forced it to grasp his cock, entwined with her hair. When she remained stiff, he pumped it himself.
Slap, slap, slap, slap. Her dazed gaze locked on the shaking shaft, unmoving. He could almost hear her heart shattering.
She'd been drenched in his semen countless times before, her hair soiled incidentally—but this deliberate desecration of her precious treasure hit far harder.
"Your hair feels amazing, Seo-yoon. So good, I might cum just like this?"
Twitch! Her left hand tensed in response. The silky texture against the hard wedding ring on her ring finger was the finishing blow—his cock swelled, ready to erupt.
"Ah…!"
Feeling it pulse in her grip, she realized what was coming and let out a hollow cry.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Her eyes shook like an earthquake at the intensifying strokes.
Grip! Craving more, he forced her hand to squeeze hard—and the bloated cock throbbed, spewing thick semen.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Ah…??!!"
A pitiful wail escaped her. In an instant, her smooth, galaxy-like tresses were stained opaque. Sticky cum seeped between the perfectly maintained strands, replacing lavender with the fishy reek of night-blooming flowers.
She stared blankly as the pulsing cock in her hand defiled her cherished hair with each burst. Family love and memories, profaned.
"Ah, aaah…"
Her eyes refused to leave the erupting cock, miserable moans leaking from her lips. Tears welled, then fell like morning dew.
"Hoo…"
Having emptied himself, Kim Il-woo exhaled in satisfaction and released her gripped left hand. The ravaging of her hand and hair by his lust stood out starkly now—cum even seeping into her wedding ring, violating every precious part of her.
Tears streaming, Lee Seo-yoon bowed her head. Too furious to sob aloud, she bit her lip until it bled, swallowing her cries.
"One load down, huh?"
Gazing down at the married woman whose memories and heart he'd raped, he prepared for the next round. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw the sticky cum clinging to her hair's ends—like the inescapable future binding mother and daughter to Kim Il-woo.