Mom Assaulted in the Sleeping Room
"Why?"
The question slipped from his lips unbidden.
Why had the middle-aged man deliberately settled himself right beside Mom in this vast, cavernous sleeping room, choosing the far corner where she lay instead of anywhere else?
Why pass up the snug, private single pods that felt as safe and enclosed as ant tunnels?
No matter how hard Kim Seojin turned it over in his mind, he could find no sound or reasonable explanation for why a middle-aged stranger would need to lie down next to his completely defenseless, sleeping mother.
Anxiety made his chest hammer.
The desperate urge to race downstairs to her side warred with the primal alarm bells of male instinct screaming danger.
If Mom ever finds out about this, a scolding won't be the end of it.
His hands and feet began to tremble.
The everyday lectures she gave him still carried a twisted sort of affection. But if she learned what was happening right now, those lectures would seem gentle by comparison; she would tear into him with a ferocity he could barely imagine. She might even hit him the way she had when he told her he had failed to get into university.
The pain and terror of being punished by Mom froze his legs in place.
Move! Nothing's happened yet—you can still stop this!
He forced strength into his legs, yet contrary to the frantic urgency in his chest, his hands and feet only shook harder, as if seized by convulsions.
Frantic to announce his presence, Kim Seojin hurriedly opened his mouth and peered down at the first floor.
What escaped him was nothing more than a timid little sound.
"…Ah?"
The back of the middle-aged man's hand brushed, as if by accident, across the thin sauna clothes covering Mom's ripe, full buttocks.
Too late…
It was already too late to act.
Kim Seojin forgot even to breathe as he stared fixedly at that hand.
The man's knuckles slowly stroked and savored the smooth feel of Mom's ass; every motion was perfectly visible. A lecherous smile curled the corners of the man's mouth as he pretended to sleep, clearly pleased by the sensation under his hand.
"Ahem! Hmm! Hmm!"
The middle-aged man deliberately cleared his throat hard enough to make his protruding belly jiggle, deliberately creating noise and presence. When Mom still showed no sign of waking, he abandoned the pretense of sleep, lifted only his head like a meerkat, and began scanning the surroundings.
The sight of him peering about with just his head raised looked almost comical, yet the intent behind it was thoroughly filthy.
After confirming once more that no one else was there, the man rolled onto his side toward Mom and pressed himself closer.
"Gulp…"
No matter how many times Kim Seojin swallowed dry spit, the thirst burning his throat refused to ease.
His mind understood he had to stop the man this very second, yet fear of Mom's anger kept his body locked in place.
While he hesitated, the middle-aged man, now pressed tightly against her, carefully studied her face, then spread his thick fingers wide and laid his hand fully over her buttocks.
"…"
With only the thin fabric of the sauna clothes between them, a nameless middle-aged stranger's hand was now resting on Mom's ass.
The man's hand trembled with the urge to squeeze that plump flesh roughly right away, revealing just how tightly wound he was.
Tension filled the sleeping room like the heavy stillness before a storm. Overwhelmed by the man's sinister atmosphere, Kim Seojin felt his own heart begin to race madly as he watched.
A soft rustle of fabric broke the suffocating silence.
In the end the man's thick fingers clamped down hard on Mom's buttocks.
The thin bottoms of her sauna clothes wrinkled and bunched under his grip; the thoroughly drunk Mom was now being openly molested by a complete stranger.
A dirty smile of pure lust spread across the middle-aged man's face as he clearly enjoyed the springy, soft feel filling his palm.
"Sniff, sniff."
While one hand kneaded her ass, the other brought a lock of Mom's hair to his nose so he could openly inhale her scent.
Remembering the clean shampoo fragrance he himself had smelled while supporting her earlier, Kim Seojin felt simultaneous revulsion and a sudden rush of heat through his entire body.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Was it rage at seeing his precious mother violated? Or simply raw lust sparked by the obscene scene?
Confused, Kim Seojin tried to ignore the deafening thud of his own heart and kept staring down at the first floor.
When Mom still showed no sign of waking despite the rough groping of her ass, the middle-aged man grew bolder by degrees. His occasional nervous glances around the room—checking whether anyone might enter—began to infect Kim Seojin with the same anxious tension.
"Haa, haa, haa."
Harsh breathing—whether his own or the man's—gradually filled the sleeping room.
The hand that had been kneading Mom's buttocks slowly climbed higher until the man's fingertips began tapping lightly against the underside of her breasts through the fabric. Her full, maternal breasts quivered slightly under the touch.
The man lifted his head to study Mom's peaceful sleeping face, then finally closed his trembling hand firmly around one heavy breast.
She flinched!
"…!!!"
Mom's body gave a small but unmistakable twitch. Both the middle-aged man and the peeping Kim Seojin froze in shock, forgetting even to breathe.
An agonizing stretch of time passed as if they were walking on thin ice. Still pretending to sleep, the man carefully checked her condition again.
"Hoo…"
Seeing that she remained asleep, he gave a lewd little smile and began roughly massaging the breast of the woman lying on her side. Soft rustling of cloth continued to rise from Mom in the quiet room.
Excitement flushed the middle-aged man's face an ever deeper red. Unable to control the rising lust, he pressed himself even tighter against her.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Pressed flush against Mom's back, he thrust his lower body against her and began rocking his hips up and down exactly as if he were having sex.
Oh my god…
From his vantage point above, Kim Seojin could see everything with terrible clarity. The front of the man's sauna pants, glued to Mom's lower body as he ground against her, was tented so obviously that anyone would notice. Even through clothing, a nameless middle-aged stranger's erect cock was touching his precious mother.
M-Mom…
The sight of his sharp, clever mother lying so helplessly while being molested hit Kim Seojin like the world turning upside down. To him she had always been an object of fear, an absolute authority no one could defy. Yet to this unknown middle-aged man she was nothing more than a woman for satisfying filthy lust—and that realization stunned him beyond words.
"Haa, haa, haa."
As if infected by the man, his own breathing grew rougher, and at some point the front of his own pants had begun to rise. Yet Kim Seojin remained so shocked he did not even notice his own erection.
Still groping Mom's breasts through the fabric and grinding his lower body against her, the middle-aged man scanned the room once more with a face twisted by excitement, then slipped his hand inside the disordered top of her sauna clothes.
"…!!!"
Watching from above, Kim Seojin nearly screamed.
Not content with molesting her through clothing, the man was clearly about to savor her bare, private skin. The chastity she had stubbornly protected against countless men's advances was about to be broken by the hands of a complete stranger.
Beneath the thin top, the man's hand writhed and climbed higher. Like a crawling insect it moved under the fabric until, at a certain point, it suddenly stopped.
A beat later Kim Seojin understood why.
Oh no—Mom isn't wearing any underwear right now!
Because he was there as her guardian, she always used the sauna in the lightest possible clothes. From the soft bare contact he had felt while supporting her earlier, it was obvious she had gone without underwear again today.
Realizing she was bare underneath, the middle-aged man's mouth stretched into a long, filthy grin. Thrilled at the thought of enjoying the ripe fruit hidden inside her top, he clenched her bare breast so hard the veins stood out on his forearm.
Squeeze!
She flinched!
The sleeping Mom's body jerked visibly from the sudden strong grip on her naked breast. But the man, blinded by lust, no longer cared whether she woke; he began roughly kneading her bare flesh in earnest. From the second floor Kim Seojin could clearly see how violently the man was mauling her—the fabric of her top heaved and bucked with every squeeze.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
The middle-aged man had clearly lost all reason. He wrapped his arms around Mom from behind as if she were his own wife and resumed grinding his lower body against her.
The sight of an ordinary-looking middle-aged stranger embracing his precious mother was so unreal that Kim Seojin's mind simply refused to work. The man's face, twisted with pure lust, looked utterly repulsive.