For Her Son, Mom Swallows the Humiliation
Kim Soeun wondered if she might be dreaming.
How else could something like this happen on the familiar subway ride to work she had grown thoroughly sick of from the endless, boring repetition of her daily life? She had never imagined such a thing could occur.
No—encounters with molesters were not entirely uncommon, so this was not a complete break from the ordinary. Even so, the reality being thrust before her eyes now was something she had never dared to anticipate.
A hard press.
“Nngh, mmmph!”
As the man behind her pressed even closer, Kim Soeun felt her mind about to shatter under the unbearable pressure boring deep into her lower belly, mixed with a dizzying, ecstatic pleasure. Though she had never once turned to look, her body instinctively knew what had forced its way through her folds and was now thrusting deep into her core.
A man’s cock.
Its unbelievable length and girth had made her mistake it at first for a dildo or some other sex toy. But the moment it pried open her plump outer lips and entered her vagina, her body understood before her mind did.
N-no way. This is a real cock, isn’t it?
The scorching heat of the shaft, the lewd lust of the man behind her reflected in its throbbing eagerness, and the vivid pulse of it—all of it belonged unmistakably to a living creature.
To keep her from calling for help, a firm hand clamped over not only her nose and mouth but also her slender throat, sealing off her airway with calculated thoroughness. Her consciousness gradually grew hazy. She could not even scream; instead she fought desperately to suck what little air she could through the narrowed passage.
Why is this happening…?
She tried to recall how she had ended up in this situation.
One of her small dreams had been to someday ride the morning commute with her grown son. Even though he was not truly going to work, walking with him through the crowded throngs toward her workplace had felt surprisingly good.
The only regret was that they had boarded during the most packed hour, so the pleasant feeling had vanished almost at once.
Looking at him face-to-face like this… he’s really all grown up.
When they had boarded the packed subway together, she had suddenly realized just how much her son had grown. Looking up at the little boy she had always looked down on brought a strange mix of joy and wistfulness.
This is a little embarrassing.
Their mother-son relationship was already somewhat awkward. Standing face-to-face and pressed together for so long felt too uncomfortable, so she had told him to turn around—and she had not taken long to deeply regret that decision.
As the subway rattled and swayed, she began to feel a strange sense of wrongness at her backside. At first she dismissed it as the unavoidable contact common on a rush-hour train, but the sensation against her buttocks grew steadily more deliberate.
A molester?
Most such incidents were accidents, or even if genuine, she had never encountered anyone this blatant. She had run into molesters a few times before, but simply enduring it never suited her personality. Just as she prepared to make a scene the way she always did, her son’s presence flashed through her mind.
“Ah…”
Right now her son was heading to an important meeting—not as critical as the college entrance exam, but still a rare opportunity that would be hard to arrange again. The mental shock of watching his mother get molested right in front of him would be bad enough, but handing the molester over to the police would inevitably take time.
She could call her workplace and ask for understanding, but the university professor her son was meeting was extremely busy and had specifically asked them to keep the appointment on time.
So Kim Soeun wrestled with the unpleasant dilemma and soon reached a conclusion.
I’ll just refuse firmly for now.
If she pushed back hard, he would surely get startled and back off. It was a little disappointing not to catch a criminal, but nothing was more precious than her son’s future.
Kim Soeun firmly gripped the molester’s wrist through her skirt. She prided herself on decent grip strength from regular exercise, so she thought shaking off his hand would be easy. She was wrong.
A hard squeeze.
“Eh…?”
As if he had been waiting for her resistance, the molester’s hand began groping her buttocks even more roughly. His sheer brazenness left her so stunned that her thoughts short-circuited for a moment.
She tried to push the man behind her away as much as possible and bat his hands off so her son in front would not notice, but his touch only grew more persistent and lewd. Not content with fondling her ass, he stroked the insides of her thighs and tried to slip his hand under her skirt.
H-has he lost his mind?!
The molester’s outrageous boldness left Kim Soeun completely at a loss for how to respond. She had already forgotten that she was now pressed tightly against her son’s back as she thrashed to escape the groping hands.
Apparently finding her resistance annoying, the unknown molester seized one of her arms and twisted it lightly into a restraining hold.
A sharp flinch.
Kim Soeun barely swallowed the cry that rose from the intense pain in her arm, but she could not stop her body from trembling hard. Even a woman as tough as Kim Soeun, who had lived a hard life, began to feel the urge to flee once she was half-restrained.
Desperate to get even a little farther from the molester, she had no choice but to press even closer against her son. As if waiting for her resistance to weaken, the molester swiftly yanked her skirt up over her hips.
“…!”
Kim Soeun had never imagined her skirt would be pulled up to her pelvis in the middle of public transit. Shock froze her solid. Her eyes, trembling as if in an earthquake, darted around; luckily—or unluckily—everyone nearby had their backs turned, and her son seemed oblivious as well.
The sheer audacity of the molester filled her with fear, and her body began to shake. Sensing her terror, the molester—no, Jung Taeyoung—wore a lewd smile as he began caressing her most private place over her stockings, stroking the mound of her pussy as if mapping its shape.
“H-nn…”
The sudden stimulation to a place that had not felt another’s touch in so long made Kim Soeun let out a thin, involuntary moan. Startled, she quickly bit her lip hard to stop any more sound from escaping, but the overwhelming humiliation made her squeeze her eyes shut.
The molester gently traced the contours of her pussy mound as if memorizing them, then pressed lightly with his fingertips as if testing its firmness, delivering subtle stimulation.
I figured she worked out, but she’s even firmer than I expected.
Jung Taeyoung found the feel of Kim Soeun’s inner thighs and the plumpness of her pussy mound more than satisfactory. He would have liked to tease her for a long time, but time was not on his side, so he immediately slipped his hand inside her underwear.
“Kk…!”
Kim Soeun had not expected him to go even further; she let out a stifled moan and clutched one of her son’s arms, pressing herself tighter against him. Jung Taeyoung savored the soft heat of her body filling his palm as he pushed his hand deeper.
His fingertips passed the cleft of her ass and reached the small slit below, carefully stroking the outer folds as if inspecting merchandise.
For a married woman, she keeps this place well-maintained too? The texture is incredibly smooth and springy. This is going to feel amazing to fuck.
Her plump pussy mound would make for excellent cushioning when he thrust into her. The outer inspection was done; next came the inside—but first there was something else to do.
Jung Taeyoung pulled his hand out and nudged one of the men forming the human wall around them with his elbow. The man, as if waiting for the signal, turned slightly and poured a generous amount of sticky liquid onto Jung Taeyoung’s fingers.
Once finished, the burly man swept a lewd, heat-filled gaze over Kim Soeun as if licking her with his eyes before turning his back again.
They’re all itching to fuck her. Desperate for it.
Just as her son Kim Seojin had uneasily suspected, the men surrounding them were collaborators Jung Taeyoung had summoned. Hyenas who helped him with illegal work in exchange for sharing the women once he was done with them. The Kim Soeun before him would become their prey the day Jung Taeyoung lost interest.
But for now she was his alone.
Before thrusting his slick fingers back into her underwear, Jung Taeyoung whispered a warning close to her ear.
“It won’t be any fun if you scream.”
Kim Soeun had not even grasped the meaning of his warning before she felt the slimy sensation seeping into her underwear.
!!!
Her body jerked as if it might bounce away. The sticky liquid had triggered a reflexive reaction. Jung Taeyoung thought it impressive that she still did not scream as he shoved his thoroughly coated fingers straight into her pussy in one go.
A wet squelch.
The lewd sound of Jung Taeyoung’s fingers plunging into Kim Soeun’s pussy spread softly between them.
Nice and tight.
Having fucked countless women, Jung Taeyoung had naturally developed the habit of evaluating them. The tightness of a late-thirties married woman’s pussy that defied belief was steadily exciting him.
For Kim Soeun, the fingers invading her pussy were bad enough, but the unidentifiable liquid’s texture was driving her out of her mind. It was already too terrifying to scream now; her whole body began to tremble with fear.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Jung Taeyoung thrust his fingers in and out, spreading the thick liquid evenly throughout her pussy.