For Her Son, a Mother Swallows Her Humiliation 3
I… I have to push him off, but my strength is gone…
Her limbs, steeped in uncontrollable pain and pleasure, trembled violently; she could feel herself losing all control, helpless to do anything about it.
Slap, slap, slap.
“Guh… hnn… ah… mmmph, nngh…”
Every time that thick cock scraped deep through her lower belly, the will to resist that had still lingered in her eyes grew steadily more dazed, and she sank further into the state of a mere bitch in heat.
If Jung Taeyoung had not been pinning Kim Soeun hard against the subway door, her legs would have given out on the spot; they shook like a newborn fawn’s.
With every thrust of the beast’s thick cock between her thighs, her sex grew more and more slick with sticky love juices.
Leaving her pickled in the aphrodisiac until her mind breaks would be fine, but that would take all the fun out of it.
The real thrill of fucking a married woman was not only the perverse pleasure of taking what belonged to another man; the greatest pleasure of all was watching a woman who was another man’s wife—and a precious mother—collapse into nothing but a bitch in heat.
For that, he needed the psychological barrier of her son to vanish so that the spark of resistance would flare again just as she began to chase pleasure freely.
Jung Taeyoung forced her head even farther back so she would look up at his face standing behind her.
“Guh… nn… nngh? Mmph?!”
The married woman’s hazy, pleasure-melted eyes slowly regained their light—only to fill with pure horror.
The face of the man reflected in her pupils.
She could not begin to understand why the man who had been her son’s benefactor was standing here now.
“Hello, Seojin’s mother.”
“…”
Kim Soeun seemed so stunned she had forgotten even how to breathe; no reaction came.
Jung Taeyoung let a lewd smile curl his lips and pressed himself even tighter against her as he whispered.
“How did it feel taking another man’s cock right in front of your son?”
“!!!”
Thud!
At Jung Taeyoung’s provocation, Kim Soeun’s body jerked violently.
As if she wanted to slap this insolent man’s face right that second, the resistance that had gone quiet began to surge again; Jung Taeyoung simply drove his hips up harder, burying his cock even deeper into her belly.
“Guhk!”
Kim Soeun let out a single choked moan at the dizzying pressure crushing her womb.
Even so she still tried with everything she had to shove the man behind her away, to strike him, forcing strength into her limp arms and legs in a desperate bid to escape Jung Taeyoung’s embrace.
Savoring the even fiercer grip of her pussy, Jung Taeyoung continued the taunts that would drive her despair deeper.
“Shhh. Can you really thrash around like that? What if someone notices?”
“Hah! Hah! Hah!”
Kim Soeun had clearly come fully to her senses; she glared at Jung Taeyoung with a look that said she wanted to tear him apart.
Those upturned eyes, that venomous expression.
Yet in contrast, her flushed pink cheeks, the white skin soaked with sweat until it looked lewd, and the tear tracks covering her fragile face only stirred an intoxicating lust for conquest.
“You’re thinking that since your son isn’t here anymore it doesn’t matter if you’re caught, right? That won’t do.”
Jung Taeyoung jerked his chin toward the man beside them, and Kim Soeun’s puzzled gaze followed.
The men standing around them like a wall.
One of them held a phone, its camera lens pointed straight at her.
Kim Soeun grasped the meaning of that aimed phone without difficulty and went deathly pale.
Her eyes, trembling as if an earthquake had struck, frantically scanned the surroundings; only then did she realize how this unreal situation had been engineered.
Th-they’re filming me? No—wait, does that mean all these men…?!
Once she understood the truth and examined her surroundings more carefully, she saw that every phone in the hands of the men who looked like Jung Taeyoung’s accomplices was pointed at her.
The moment Kim Soeun grasped the environment closing in on her, Jung Taeyoung began the blackmail he had been waiting for.
“From now on you’ll have to thrash around carefully so no one notices. If you get caught, I’ll send this footage straight to your son. What do you think he’ll feel then?”
Kim Soeun was seized by terror at Jung Taeyoung’s threat.
Feeling her tremble with fear, Jung Taeyoung sneered inwardly at both mother and son.
I have to keep the fact that this is all because of her son completely hidden.
He would wait until the fruit called despair was fully ripe.
For now, simply fastening the collar around her neck was enough.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Nngh! Uh… hah… mmph…!”
Jung Taeyoung moved his hips again, stealing any chance for her to think deeply.
Whether from pleasure or fear, the way her pussy twitched and clenched hard around his cock was vividly clear.
He lowered the hand that had been gripping her nape and seized one of her ripe, full breasts through her clothes, squeezing hard.
“Khh-mmph?!”
Kim Soeun’s waist shuddered from the pain and shame of having her breast groped.
The hostility and defiance filling her tear-wet eyes as she looked up at him only pleased him more.
Thud!
“Guh?!”
Jung Taeyoung drove his hips up hard, as if scolding a disobedient pet; her rage-filled eyes instantly went hazy and unfocused.
“Did you know? When something terrible happens to a family member, some people suffer PTSD for the rest of their lives. But what if it wasn’t just that your mother was raped—what if you had been in a position to help her?”
“…”
“Right behind me, my precious mother was being violated by a stranger, and I was too much of an idiot to even notice… How do you think your son would feel?”
Jung Taeyoung slowly took his hand from Kim Soeun’s mouth and opened his own to lock the invisible shackles around her neck.
“I’m worried your son might notice and spend the rest of his life crushed by guilt, never able to stand again. If you don’t want to destroy one bright young man’s future…”
Jung Taeyoung’s mouth twisted with a creaking sound, and a bone-chilling smile rose.
He pressed his lips to Kim Soeun’s, already smeared thick with red lipstick, and drove his hips up with all his strength as if he no longer cared who heard.
THUD!!!
“Mmph?!”
The eyes that had been filled with terror instantly lost focus and went blank.
From between their joined lips, a single strand of the woman’s dizzying cry of ecstasy slipped free, too strong to be fully suppressed.
The gap that opened as the cry spilled out.
Through it, the beast’s red tongue writhed and crawled into the married woman’s mouth.
The overwhelming sense of conquest that came from ravaging this proud, solitary woman who had lived only for her son and pushed every other man away!
The ecstasy the beast tasted—something he could find nowhere else—made his orgasm surge in an instant.
“…!!!!!”
Kim Soeun felt the cock filling her lower belly swell.
The unmistakable premonition of ejaculation she had experienced countless times with her husband.
Sensing the danger, she squeezed out the last of her strength and tried to brace her trembling legs so he would not come inside her—but that only made things worse.
Crack.
The heel of the high heel that had been barely supporting her weight snapped at that exact moment.
Her body sank just a fraction lower.
The cock buried in her belly was driven that much deeper, and the married woman’s pussy—already pushed to the brink by the aphrodisiac—climaxed from that tiny extra stimulus.
Shudder… gush! gush! gush!
As if she could hold back no longer, her pussy, which had been twitching in waves, began to pour out endless tears of pleasure.
The raw sound of love juices spattering onto the floor through stockings and panties already soaked with every kind of fluid reached the beast’s ears.
As if he had been waiting for the woman in his arms to climax, the beast’s cock also broke, pouring out thick white semen.
Throb! Throb! Throb!
The married woman who had guarded her chastity through long, hard years was defiled.
Twitch!
At the sensation of the beast’s fluids flooding her from above and below, the married woman’s body jerked and instinctively tried to resist—but neither the strength nor the reason to stop it remained.
“Slurp… suck… lick, lick.”
“Mmph… uh… hnn… mmph… nngh…”
Kim Soeun’s mind went pure white under the pleasure surging from above and below.
Even the urgency to escape, even the constant worry for her son, melted away.
All that filled her head was the horrifying pressure of the cock packing her belly full and the heat of the semen that gushed out every time it swelled.
Feeling the rough texture of the tongue rampaging inside her mouth and the stranger’s breath seeping deep into her chest, she simply let go of her sanity.
“Hnn…”
Jung Taeyoung felt the woman in his arms let out one last labored moan and go completely limp.
Yet as if her climax meant nothing to him, the beast kept pouring out his lust from above and below, determined to stain her even a little more with his color.
He felt her full lips tremble with fear; forcing his tongue between that terror to coil around and ravage the woman’s tongue that had shrunk back in fright gave him an unbearable lust for conquest.
Unlike her upper mouth, paralyzed by fear and dread, her lower mouth had gone mad with pleasure, clamping down hard on his cock and squeezing as if to wring out every last drop of the man’s seed.
Two selves colliding inside one woman’s body.
The special flavor of mother and woman clashing was a sweet nectar that could only be tasted with a married woman.
“…”
How long had he poured every drop of his lust into the married woman in his arms?
Even Jung Taeyoung, who had nearly lost his reason amid the noise of the crowded train, finally came back to himself.
“Hoo…”
He reluctantly pulled his mouth from the married woman’s lips he never wanted to leave and exhaled a single rapturous breath; the hot steam the two of them had created mixed into the subway air.
Jung Taeyoung’s gaze rolled downward to the woman he held.
There she was—drenched in sweat, melted by pleasure.
“Heh…”
A sneer slipped out of him unbidden.
The venom that had filled Kim Soeun’s eyes earlier was gone from the tear-streaked corners; her unfocused pupils, still carrying the aftershocks of the climax that had swept through her, were beautiful as glass beads.
Her lipstick-smeared lips were coated in saliva; the wet tongue visible through the slight gap made the urge to kiss her again boil up once more.
After savoring for a moment the way her pussy still clenched tight around him, he carefully drew his hips back.
Schlick.
“Hoh… oh… ohh…?”
Kim Soeun’s hazy eyes opened a little wider and she let out a strange moan.
The sight of the thick, snake-like cock pulling free from between the married woman’s moon-round ass was captured vividly by the camera lenses.
The black cock, glistening with love juices, sliding out from between that pure-white ass stirred a peculiar thrill all its own.
Twitch!
When the cock finally slid completely free of the married woman’s body, Kim Soeun’s limp form jerked once.
The heat that had been trapped at their joined flesh rose like steam, and the cameras recorded every detail.
Drip.
The married woman’s plump pussy mound, soaked with sweat and juices, opened of its own accord and soon poured out thick white semen.
The cloudy fluid mixed with the sweat and love juices already gleaming on her inner thighs, giving off an indescribably lewd, dense scent.
Jung Taeyoung pulled her stockings and panties—already soaked through with every fluid—back into place like closing a lid, so that no one else would notice the decadent smell rising from Kim Soeun.
He had cleaned her up, yet her disheveled clothes still looked so ruined that anyone could tell something had happened.
“Well then…”
Jung Taeyoung gathered the limp married woman against him and gave a signal to the collaborators surrounding them.
The men who had formed the wall stopped filming and pressed even closer, completely hiding the two of them from view.
How long did the subway race along its scheduled tracks after that?
The doors on the side that had stayed firmly shut ever since Kim Seojin got off finally opened, and the group of men slipped out all at once as if they had been waiting for exactly this moment.
Commuters exhausted by the morning rush were simply glad for the sudden space and sank back into their own worlds.
No one noticed that a woman had vanished—any more than they noticed the wet puddle of love juices left behind at their feet.