For Her Son, a Mother Swallows Her Humiliation 2
Kim Soeun fiercely debated whether she should scream “Pervert!” right then and there.
If only I didn’t have a son! If only I didn’t have a son! If only I didn’t have a son!
Little by little her homeless rage began turning toward her son, and she felt her body growing hot.
She mistook it for anger, but the truth was different.
The liquid Jung Taeyoung was carefully spreading inside her pussy was a special gel laced with aphrodisiac.
A custom formula that makes even lifelong frigid women drip like faucets. Go on, taste it all you want.
Imagining the near future when Kim Soeun would be leaking love juices from her lower lips, Jung Taeyoung began slowly working his fingers into her pussy as if gently prying her open.
Almost no woman gets aroused when driven into a situation this extreme. Only pure masochists who love being tormented, or thoroughly broken-in slaves, can manage it—so he had used the aphrodisiac to force her into heat.
Watching a woman panic because she cannot understand why her own body is burning is quite enjoyable in its own right.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Twitch!
The drug’s effects were starting to kick in; he could feel Kim Soeun’s legs trembling little by little, and the grip of her pussy around his fingers growing tighter still.
The gel and the love juices that had begun to trickle out were soaking into the stockings and panties he had not yet pulled down, darkening the fabric—a rather spectacular sight.
This station is… This station is…
Right on cue the subway arrived at a crowded station and people surged aboard.
While he was still savoring the feel of Kim Soeun’s pussy, Jung Taeyoung timed the moment when the crush of passengers made her cry out in distress and pressed hard against her clit, already hypersensitive from the drug.
Her hips jerked as if she were about to collapse on the spot, and a lewd moan burst from her lips.
“Haa-euuut!!!”
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
Jung Taeyoung released one of the hands he had been restraining and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist just as she was about to sink to the floor.
Their lower bodies pressed flush together, and she gave a little start, her hips twitching up and down.
Each time, even through their clothes, the sensation of her plump, ripe married-woman ass rubbing against his erect cock only stoked Jung Taeyoung’s black desire further.
“Huu, haa… ha-euu…”
Looking at the back of the married woman panting with her face buried in her son’s shoulder made his sadism boil over.
Hearing his own mother pant right beside him must be driving him crazy.
He could see Kim Seojin’s clenched fists trembling.
Wanting the wet sounds of him fingering her mother’s pussy to reach the son’s ears, Jung Taeyoung yanked Kim Soeun’s stockings and underwear down to her thighs.
The lewd juices that had been trapped inside her panties and the sweet scent of a woman’s flesh rose in steamy wisps; the urge to bury his face between those thighs hit him instantly.
Fuck, this bitch is going to taste incredible.
The twitching mound of her pussy, glistening with gel and love juices, looked delicious beyond words.
He decided he would drink that supreme nectar a little later; for now he resumed fingering the hypersensitive pussy that had only just climaxed, just as planned.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
He teased her slowly as if to torment her, scraped from deep inside all the way out in a single stroke, lightly brushed the sensitive area around her G-spot as if mocking her—using every technique he knew to harass Kim Soeun until she clung tightly to her son as if fleeing from him.
“Eu, hu… ut… nngh…”
The way she dripped lewd little moans as if deliberately letting her son hear them struck him as truly cruel.
Instead of touching her clit for a sudden, dizzying climax like before, he used gentle, continuous stimulation to keep her in a state of endless orgasm.
Just as he intended, Kim Soeun’s aphrodisiac-soaked pussy began occasionally gushing handfuls of love juice as if it could no longer hold back.
“Hu, uu… ut… kkeup… kkeuk…”
Inside Kim Soeun’s head fireworks kept exploding one after another.
She could not understand why, in a situation like this, her body was getting aroused on its own—much less how many times she had already come.
She bit her lip hard and tried to hold back the moans that threatened to spill out, yet she was aware that some still leaked through.
Even knowing it, she simply could not stop the sounds any more than she could stop the juices pouring from her lower lips.
Why… why is this… happening… huu, ut…
Gush!
Another small climax sent a fresh handful of love juice spilling out; her legs went weak and she felt she would collapse at any second.
But the thick arm of the pervert wrapped around her waist would not allow it.
The primal desire to come cleanly, her rage at the molester, and her resentment toward her son all mixed together and churned her mind into chaos.
If only she didn’t have a son she would never have suffered this; how could the pervert be so bold? And why, of all things, wouldn’t he let her come?—countless thoughts and uncontrollable emotions whirled through her entire body.
“…?”
How long had she been riding that shallow, drawn-out climax?
Suddenly she felt the fingers that had been stirring inside her pussy pull free.
Just as she thought she had finally escaped that rapturous hell, something massive pressed against her mound.
Something hard and thick—on a completely different scale from fingers—forced her pussy open and began pushing inside; Kim Soeun’s dazed eyes flooded with horror.
I-it can’t be…
Thuuuunk.
The loose, orgasm-fogged mind snapped taut in an instant.
Kim Soeun realized at once what was forcing her mound open and advancing little by little toward the deepest part of her belly.
The unbelievable girth and thickness stunned her; the length that kept coming with no end in sight made her feel she might lose her mind.
A pressure she had never felt in her life bloomed deep in her lower abdomen, and fear made her rise onto her tiptoes of its own accord.
Her legs, weak as a newborn fawn’s, nearly buckled several times; forcing down the moan that tried to burst free made her head tip farther and farther back in reaction.
A-a dildo?! It has to be. What kind of size is this…?! Eu-heuuk…!!!
She had not slept with a man since her husband, yet she knew the cock pushing into her was nowhere near average.
If every man were built like this, every woman who had her first time would end up in the hospital.
The invading cock reached a depth no one had ever touched before.
Before she could even grow used to the foreign fullness and pressure packing her lower belly, the subway lurched hard and she staggered.
The pervert behind her seemed to lose his footing with the sway as well; the cock that had been advancing leisurely slammed all the way into Kim Soeun’s deepest place—her womb.
Thud!
The wet slap of flesh against flesh exploded from where their bodies joined.
Kim Soeun felt the shock that began deep in her belly turn into a dizzying cry of pleasure that raced up through her chest and tried to burst from her mouth.
She could not stop it.
Judging that the cry being forced out by an irresistible power could not be held back, she hurriedly clamped a hand over her own mouth.
“Heup!”
Even so, a little of the cry still leaked out; she simply could not contain it all.
A tingling current like electricity raced from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes, and explosive heat erupted through her entire body.
The pulsing of the cock buried deep in her belly was so terrifying that her whole body tensed on its own—and in that instant a pained cry tore from her son.
Kim Soeun’s consciousness, which had been drowning in pleasure, snapped back to the surface at once.
Oh my god! I’ve been gripping my son’s arm!
How long had she been clinging to him?
Discovering herself pressed flush against her son’s solid back, she hurriedly pulled away.
D-did he notice?
Forgetting even the feel of the cock rammed deep into her belly, Kim Soeun’s mind went pure white.
In her panic she decided she had to snuff out any possible suspicion her son might have, and the first thing that tumbled out was an apology.
“S-sorry. S-son… M-Mom held on too… t-tight… haa, haa…”
But her heated body and the pervert’s cock still buried deep inside kept tangling her words and making her breath ragged.
Eyes squeezed shut in fear that her son might turn around at any second, she heard his voice say it was all right.
Her trembling lips parted and closed several times as she hesitated whether to tell him what was happening to her—then the doors slid open with a soft hiss.
“Huh?”
Her son’s confusion was matched by her own surprise.
They had already arrived at the station where he was supposed to get off.
Yet for some reason he did not step out; he simply stood there.
Hesitation radiated from his back, as if he had sensed that his mother needed help.
Kim Soeun reached out with a shaking hand to grab his shoulder and ask for aid—then froze in mid-air.
“… ”
She lowered the hesitant hand a little and gave his solid back a gentle push.
“Son. G-go do well in your interview.”
As if shoved, her son moved away.
Startled, he hurriedly looked back, so she quickly covered her lower body with her bag and pretended nothing was wrong.
She forced an awkward smile onto her lips, trying to ease his worry—whether that feeling reached him, she would never know.
The doors are closing. Please step back.
The announcement rang out and the doors slid shut; her son, who had been standing dazed, hurriedly stretched a hand toward her.
The pitiful gesture of a child terrified of losing his mother stabbed Kim Soeun’s heart.
Clack.
But the subway doors closed mercilessly, and as if he had been waiting for exactly this moment, the pervert behind her slammed Kim Soeun hard against the door with brutal force.
“Ugh!”
The impact of hitting the door set fire to the will that had been crumbling inside her.
With her son gone she could thrash freely now; she was about to call for help at once—but the pervert, as if reading her mind, clamped a hand over her mouth in an instant.
“Mmph?!”
While Kim Soeun reeled from the sudden gag, Jung Taeyoung seized her slender throat with crushing strength as well.
She could no longer scream; even breathing became difficult.
I can’t just take this lying down!
She gathered her remaining strength to struggle—then the monster filling her lower belly began to move.
“…!!!”
Was this what it felt like to have your guts pulled out?
The mere stimulation of the cock scraping every inch of her aphrodisiac-sensitized pussy as it withdrew made Kim Soeun’s tear-filled eyes go hazy and unfocused once more.
If Jung Taeyoung had not been pressing his full weight against her from behind, her legs would have given out and she would have collapsed on the spot; her body was no longer normal.
The reason was simple: before inserting himself, Jung Taeyoung had liberally coated his cock with the aphrodisiac gel that also served as lubricant.
Twice the recommended dose, but she won’t die.
Jung Taeyoung had no intention of wasting the hard-won opportunity.
No matter what it took, he would conquer this haughty married woman today.
It was an aphrodisiac that made even frigid women scream and thrash after a single use.
The pussy of a high-principled married woman who had lived only for her son would by now be so sensitive that even a breeze would make her gush tears of pleasure.
The reason Jung Taeyoung had sealed her mouth and airway was not to stop her from calling for help—it was to stop her from screaming in ecstasy.
Mindful that they were still inside a subway car, he gave his hips a light thrust.
Slap!
Like a starving beast drooling, the wet sound of his cock plunging into Kim Soeun’s lower lips—soaked through with love juice—blended into the noise of the train.
“Kkeup!”
A single lewd cry of pleasure slipped out through the blocked airway.
It was only one thrust, yet for Kim Soeun—who had already climaxed countless times and grown hypersensitive—it was an unbearable, overwhelming stimulus.