Mom Falls into the Trap
The sharp metallic screech of the subway sliding along the rails and the rattling vibrations ran through his entire body.
Like a cross-section of cold modern society, every passenger had their head buried in a phone, earphones plugged into their ears, trapped in silence inside their own private worlds.
In that somewhat lonely, isolated environment where no one paid the slightest attention to anyone else, only Kim Seojin kept glancing around with a tense, nervous look.
I can't see Mom.
Of course a person's head doesn't turn three hundred and sixty degrees. With the car packed so full that even turning his head sideways was a struggle, Kim Seojin's insides burned black with anxiety.
He strained every nerve to catch any sign of her, focusing entirely on the presence and subtle movements coming from right behind his back.
How much time had passed like that?
Twitch.
He felt Mom's body, standing behind him, give a sharp, unmistakable jolt. The change was so clear and so strange that even he could not miss it, and Kim Seojin's heart began to hammer as if he had just run a marathon.
One second stretched out like eternity. Just what had happened to Mom?
Dominated by the urge to turn his head, he poured every scrap of willpower into stopping his body from trembling.
Squeeze.
“…!!!”
Mom pressed herself even tighter against him, as if trying to escape something. When her breasts crushed almost flat against his back, he had no leisure left to savor the ecstatic, soft sensation that flooded through him.
He could feel her twisting as though something made her terribly uncomfortable, her hands constantly fidgeting and squirming. In a crush so tight no one could even check a phone, what possible reason could Mom have for moving her hands nonstop?
“Gulp…”
Kim Seojin felt his throat parch with thirst. The body glued to his back gradually tensed, power gathering in it. The constant twisting and fidgeting felt exactly like resistance.
His head began to heat up as if it would explode, and a single question rose with the heat.
Why isn't Mom screaming?
He had known from the start that Jung Taeyoung would approach her. After he had laid out such a perfect feast, it would have been stranger if the man had not laid a hand on her. The reason he had accepted the proposal even knowing the beast would molest his mother was simple: he knew Mom was not the type to stay quiet in a situation like this.
Yet the result was the complete opposite. That his strong, high-handed mother was simply taking it without a word was something he could not understand at all. Kim Seojin felt his body begin to shake at the absurd reality.
Wait. My body's trembling?
He had thought the shaking came from rising anger and bewilderment. It did not. Mom, pressed tightly against his back, was the one trembling, and the twitches traveling through her made his own body shake in turn.
“H-ngh…”
“…!”
A tiny, thin line of a moan slipped from behind him. He knew at once whose lewd woman's voice was tickling his ear. The sound Mom had desperately crushed down again and again so her son would not hear it finally leaked out like something bursting free and soaked straight into his ear.
Kim Seojin felt his whole body flush hot. Bloodshot eyes bulged; veins stood out on his neck as he fought the body that wanted to spin around that very second. His bloodshot gaze swept the car in every direction, hunting for any clue to what was happening behind him—and what he needed was right in front of his nose.
The glass window!
The round window set into the subway door. Because they were underground, the glass showed only desolate tunnel scenery, yet it faintly reflected the view over his shoulder. Most of it was blocked by his own body, but a portion of Mom's face was visible above his shoulder.
The eyes that always rose in anger now drooped downward, both lids squeezed tightly shut; her face was scrunched as if she were enduring rising pleasure. Above all, the way she bit down hard on her red-painted lips to hold back a moan that threatened to explode looked so seductive that even in this nightmare dirty desire still squirmed inside him.
M-Mom. Why? How come? Are you just taking it?
Confirming that face twisted by pleasure and weakened as if it might collapse any second, Kim Seojin was hit by a massive shock. He had wanted to see Mom like that—yet the moment he actually saw it, enormous regret and guilt crashed over him.
“Kgh…!”
Mom buried her face against his back and let out one more labored line of a moan. Her trembling hand clamped hard onto his arm as if searching for something to hold onto, and the body he had been forcing still heaved violently. His shaking lips opened and closed again and again, desperate to form the word “Mom.”
Sh-should I grab Mom and get off the second this side's door opens?
The train had already passed several stations, yet the door on Kim Seojin's side had never opened once. Having never ridden this line before, he did not know one crucial fact: until they reached the fake destination, the doors on the side where mother and son stood would not open. Unaware of that, Kim Seojin began to tremble under the crushing weight of what he had done.
Even though her son started shaking abnormally, Mom no longer had the presence of mind to notice; she only pressed herself closer, still hunting for something solid to cling to.
This station is… This station is…
With the noisy announcement the train pulled into the next stop, and absurdly more people kept forcing their way aboard. Forced bodies produced scattered moans and short cries all through the car—and as if it had been waiting for exactly that cover, a lewd moan burst from right behind him as well.
“Haaauuugh!!!”
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
One thin, lewd cry mixed among the passengers' strained groans and pained yelps. It was a moan of an entirely different, filthy register, yet no one else noticed. Of all the people packed into that car, only the son grasped the cruel truth and froze as if time itself had stopped.
Explosive heat and a lewd scent of skin poured off Mom behind him. She leaned into him as though she might collapse any second; the hand gripping his arm shook without mercy.
“Haa, haa, haa.”
“Huu, haa… haauu…”
At some point rough breathing began to tear from his own mouth, and from the head resting on his shoulder hot, unhideable breaths followed right after. Kim Seojin dropped his gaze. He could not bear to look at Mom's face in the glass any longer—yet what filled his vision instead was the front of his own pants, swollen and tented.
“Ha…”
While Mom was being violated by a beast right behind him, he was getting hard listening to the sounds. A hollow, pathetic sigh escaped him.
The train started moving again; the roar of steel on rails and the constant rattling filled the car. Kim Seojin tried to lose himself in that noise, fleeing the foolish crime he had committed and the cruel reality around him. But the black desire rooted deep in his heart refused to allow it; it snagged the sticky wet sounds seeping through the din.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
A viscous, clinging wet sound as if something were being thrust into repeatedly. That almost unpleasant noise was coming from directly behind him. The moment Kim Seojin became aware of the lewd, sticky sound he could no longer shut it out. His cock, hard enough to tear through his pants, screamed for release, yet every nerve he possessed was locked on what was happening at his back.
“U, hu… euh… ung…”
Sweet, labored little moans kept leaking out, and the vivid trembling against his spine never stopped. Mom's hand clamped on his arm felt exactly like a plea for help; it sent chills racing through him.
Why won't this side's door open!
Kim Seojin began to go mad with impatience. The deal with Jung Taeyoung had only been to board the train with Mom; getting off now would not break anything.
The second the door opens I'm taking Mom and getting off—no matter what.
Even if she found it strange he could invent any excuse—bathroom emergency, anything. The more his heart flooded with that frantic resolve, the louder the squelching wet sounds behind him grew.
“Hu, u… euh… kkeup… kkhuh…”
As time stretched, Mom seemed less and less able to hold the moans back; lewd, strangled sounds kept escaping her. She no longer even had the presence of mind to care whether her son noticed; she pressed herself completely against him. Not only her full breasts but the waist touching his back trembled in a way that was anything but ordinary. The hand on his arm clenched with desperate force, nails digging in so hard that even through cloth a dizzying pain spiked through him.
How long did he stew in that frantic impatience?
“….”
Then the trembling at his back and the wet thrusting sounds vanished as if they had never existed. Only the subway's rattling vibration and the looping announcement that they would soon reach a station remained, hypnotic and endless.
The sudden total silence of presence and sticky noise behind him made Kim Seojin even more anxious. Cold sweat sliding down his cheek felt disgusting; his mind burned white with the need to know what was happening back there. Driven by that maddening dread, he slowly lifted the head he had kept lowered and looked into the glass.
The faint reflection of the scene behind him. The instant he confirmed the fragment of Mom's face visible over his shoulder, the son sucked in a sharp breath.
“Huk…?!”
Even that startled sound did not reach her; Mom no longer had the strength left to notice. The eyes that had always burned with anger were unfocused and vacant; her red-painted lips hung open as if a dizzying moan might spill out any second. Just the sight of that face melted by pleasure was already a massive shock—yet her head began to tip farther and farther back, as though she were being forced to accept something she could barely endure. Even in high heels she kept missing her footing, the urgent little sounds of her trying to rise onto her toes reaching him.
C-could it be… th-that's impossible…
The terrible, absurd image that rose in Kim Seojin's mind nearly drove him out of his senses. No matter how insane Jung Taeyoung was, he had never imagined the man would actually do that in a place like this. The scene unfolding behind him was the destruction of every vague belief and scrap of common sense he had clung to.
At that moment the train entered a curve and lurched hard; the packed bodies inside surged like a wave. Amid the hurried footsteps of people scrambling to regain balance, the panicked yelps, and the sharp metallic screech of steel on rail, an alien, juicy sound mixed in.
Thwack!
“Hueup!”
A wet impact of flesh on flesh and a single suppressed female moan burst out together. Mom, apparently no longer trusting herself to keep the cry inside, clamped a hand over her own mouth and collapsed against him under the combined force of the train's sway and the thrust that had driven into her from behind.
Griiiip!
“Ugh!”
Even through clothing her nails dug into his arm with such sharp pain that he finally could not hold the sound back. At his pained cry Mom seemed to realize only then what she had been clutching; she hurriedly tore her hand away.
“S-sorry. S-son… M-Mom gripped… t-too hard… haa, haa…”
As if she thought complete silence would look even stranger, she offered an apology and a desperate excuse she would never have given under normal circumstances. Her trembling voice was thick with strain and fluster, yet it was still easy enough to mistake for simple discomfort in a packed train.
“….”
Kim Seojin felt a desperate wish that Mom remain completely unaware of the situation she was in, and he bit down hard on his lip. He could not understand her thoughts, but he could accept the desperate heart behind them, so he forced himself to speak like the usual clueless, timid son.
“I-i-it's fine…”
Yet his voice shook against his will, and his whole body trembled with anxiety. Mom carefully leaned against him again as if determined not to plant even a shred of suspicion in her son—and at that exact moment the subway door that had stayed so stubbornly shut finally opened.
“Huh?”
Kim Seojin could not keep up with the sudden change; all he managed was a voice thick with confusion. He realized a second later that this was the station where he was supposed to get off, but his rigid mind and body stayed frozen.
Then, as if she had sensed her son's hesitation, Mom's gentle encouragement came from behind.
“Son. D-do well on the interview and come back.”
A force that was by no means strong gave his back a light push. Carried along by the small stream of people getting off, Kim Seojin stumbled out onto the platform and spun around at once. Mom's face, wearing a perfectly kind smile without a single crack, looked back at him.
Only then did he understand why she had so desperately endured the beast's black hands.
It was because of me.
Mom, still under the illusion that an important interview awaited him, had clearly gritted her teeth and taken the molestation in silence so that not a single scrap of anxiety would reach her son. Even while she acted calm, the slightly disordered, sweat-damp strands of hair she could not hide gave off an unconscious erotic atmosphere. She was desperately covering her lower body with the portable bag she held, yet the tight H-line skirt that should never have ridden up was slightly rolled and peeking out.
The doors are closing. Please step back.
As the merciless announcement finished and the doors began to slide shut, the half-dazed son's thoughts finally creaked back into motion. He lunged, hand outstretched to snatch Mom out of the beast's grasp—but the doors had already closed. One thin barrier of glass and steel now stood between son and mother.
“Ah…”
Separated from her, the son let out an ugly little moan thick with anxiety, like a lost child. Alone on the platform he kept his eyes fixed on the round window set into the subway door, chasing the fragment of Mom still visible beyond it.
At best the small pane showed only her shoulder and a sliver of upper body. At some point she had been pressed flat against that glass, as if something behind her were shoving her hard into it…
Beyond the window that had shown only shoulder and torso, a man's hand suddenly thrust into view and climbed above Mom's shoulder. The hand moved toward the face he could not see and locked there, firmly covering something.
“….”
The son felt as if he could see with perfect clarity the scene on the other side of that closed door. The beast standing behind Mom would have that disgusting, enormous cock—so huge it inspired awe just to look at it—buried to the root in her deepest place. And the moment the obstacle called “son” had vanished, he would have slammed her hard against the door to crush any attempt at resistance. He would have sealed her mouth with his hand so she could not cry out for help once she realized force alone would never free her.
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.
Matching the regular rhythm of the train starting to move, the door Mom was pressed against began to rattle and shake. A door that should never have moved at all was shuddering under powerful force.
The foolish son simply stood there, rooted to the platform, staring endlessly after the train as it carried her away.