Fucking Mom in Front of Her Sleeping Daughter 1
Kim Il-woo was carrying home Choi Ara, who had passed out dead drunk on his back. After tormenting her plenty at the movie theater, they'd capped it off with a simple dinner and some beer.
Mom must've passed down her weak tolerance for booze. The way she blacked out from just a few beers made her seem even more susceptible than Lee Seo-yoon.
Is that good? Or bad? When they got married in the future, he'd probably have to tell her not to drink much outside. Otherwise, she'd end up getting fucked senseless by some random guy. But from his perspective, loving that kind of play, it wasn't a bad trait at all.
As he pondered how both mother and daughter had such low alcohol tolerance, Choi Ara on his back—clearly enjoying the buzz—clung to his neck like she was choking him.
"Huuuuhm..."
Sweet peach scent mixed with thick booze wafted from her. All that pent-up emotional stress lately must've hit her hard with the alcohol; she started bawling uncontrollably, embarrassing even him who was right there.
"...Hug me."
After crying her eyes out, her coquettish limits apparently shattered, and she made the bold demand. Whether it was from all the teasing at the theater igniting his lust, or the booze loosening her up, there was no reason to refuse when she was asking for it herself. So they went at it hard right there outdoors.
She'd whined about not wanting to do it outside, but once he forced it in anyway, she got surprisingly more excited, losing all control.
Was she always like that deep down, or did the rape awaken it? Either way, it's a win for me. Sadistic him and masochistic childhood friend. Heaven had custom-made the perfect hole just for him.
And with the mother-in-law thrown in as a bonus, it's the ultimate fuckhouse duo. He couldn't wait to finish training both of them, then pit his holes against each other. Someday, he'd devour that mother-daughter rice bowl for sure. Lost in such lewd fantasies, he arrived at her house before he knew it.
"Hard to punch in the passcode like this."
Grunting as he balanced Choi Ara on one arm to tap the code, the front door suddenly flew open like she'd been waiting—Lee Seo-yoon bursting out.
"Ara!"
Her voice trembled with worry for her daughter.
Lee Seo-yoon was dressed in comfy, active training wear, clearly ready to go out searching if her daughter didn't turn up—contact unknown, whereabouts a mystery.
"Hello, Mother."
Even though Choi Ara was blackout drunk and asleep on his back, he greeted her politely as usual, just in case.
"You...!"
As if to ruin his efforts, Lee Seo-yoon bared her fangs at her daughter's childhood friend, ramping up her wariness. Seeing her precious daughter slumped asleep on his back made her face twist even uglier.
"We went on a date. Had dinner and a beer, and she passed out like this."
"D-Date...?!"
Lee Seo-yoon felt her heart plummet in despair. She'd come home from work anxious—no sign of her daughter who should be there, no response to calls. How she'd fretted. And now, to hear her daughter had been on a date with trash? Utterly crushing.
She bit her lip, barely holding back the venomous words bubbling up.
What the hell did he do? She hadn't expected Kim Il-woo to honor their deal anyway. Figured he'd at least pretend. But to come at her so brazenly?
"I know exactly what you're thinking, but I didn't do anything shady today."
Preempting her obvious suspicions, Kim Il-woo spoke first.
It wasn't him initiating. Just some fun at the theater. The fucking afterward? Sure, but that was at her request—mutual consent.
"You expect me to believe that?"
"Let's head inside first."
Flashing a grin, he donned the mask of the dutiful childhood friend. Lee Seo-yoon couldn't just leave them at the door, so she let him in.
Striding in like it was his own home, Kim Il-woo laid the dead-drunk Choi Ara on the bed.
"Mmm..."
After carrying her so long, he dumped her roughly onto the mattress, but she showed no sign of waking.
"Step aside."
Worried he'd do something vile to her sleeping daughter, Lee Seo-yoon shoved him back to check on her.
First, she inspected her lower half. The inside of her jeans was dark-stained, like she'd pissed herself. Touching the discolored spot, it still felt damp, not fully dried.
"You...!!!"
Recognizing the clear fluid on her fingers instantly, she whipped around, glaring daggers at the beast behind her and screamed.
"I told you—I didn't touch her first. She begged me to fuck her, so I did. Doubt me? Wake her and ask."
"As if I could!"
What mother in the world could ask her daughter if she'd asked for sex?
"Then what do you want from me?"
His low posture snapped into irritation; Kim Il-woo grabbed a fistful of Lee Seo-yoon's hair.
"Aaaah?! L-Let go!"
Caught off guard by his sudden aggression, Lee Seo-yoon panicked.
"Don't make me say it twice. I kept my promise."
Warning her curtly in his pissed-off tone, he flung her head away like trash. She yelped softly, tumbling face-down onto the bed beside her sleeping daughter.
Did Ara really want it? She knew Kim Il-woo was forceful and sadistic, but he'd raped her so methodically. He never lashed out rough like this in everyday moments—made it all the more confusing.
"Oh, right—this."
Calming his anger beside the bewildered Lee Seo-yoon, Kim Il-woo pulled out his phone like he'd just remembered something good.
Tapping it, he played a video and shoved it in her face.
The phone screen thrust before her eyes showed raw footage of a man and woman fucking.
"...!"
When the video ended, icy silence blanketed the room.
Lee Seo-yoon's legs gave out from the shock; she slumped beside the bed where her daughter slept soundly, frozen.
She must feel so empty. A mother swallowing humiliation and shame to become a fuckhole for her daughter's sake, sacrificing everything. Yet her daughter spreads her legs wide for the guy raping Mom and using her as a cumdump.
But that's not my problem.
Ignoring her despair entirely, Kim Il-woo stripped off his pants to sate his rising lust.
"...?"
Head bowed, Lee Seo-yoon startled and looked up at the man baring himself in her daughter's room.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
As Kim Il-woo whipped out his raging hard-on right there, Lee Seo-yoon shrieked in horror.