Between Jealousy and Desire 2
Cranking the headset volume to maximum and scrubbing the video forward a little at a time, Seojin soon heard the once-silent headset begin to spit sound again.
Squish, squish, squish.
"Khh, hup, uhh...!"
Sticky, wet sounds of something being thrust in and out mixed with his mother's tightly muffled, suppressed moans, as if a hand were clamped over her mouth. Occasional thudding impacts only heightened Kim Seojin's anxiety further.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
He had known. He had known it would come to this, yet he had deliberately looked the other way, driven mad by lust. This catastrophe had been born of the twisted desire to watch his mother be violated by another man, just like that night at the sauna.
Back then it had only excited him endlessly—so why did it torment him so much now?
"Mine..."
The word that slipped unconsciously from Kim Seojin's lips froze him solid.
Mine.
"Did I just... call her mine? Mom...?"
Amid the thunderous pounding of his heart lurked not only an unbearable black craving for his mother, but a twisted jealousy as well. Rage and resentment surged up in him like a child whose precious toy had been stolen.
As Kim Seojin reeled in confusion at the utterly unfamiliar emotion of jealousy, the video finally revealed the two figures.
...
He could only guess what had been done to his mother while she struggled so fiercely, but Jung Taeyoung had clearly succeeded in overpowering her; she was being dragged along by his hand. Not supported—hauled like garbage—until she was flung onto the bed.
"He's strong... no wonder Mom couldn't fight him off."
His mother kept herself fit with steady exercise and Pilates, so she weighed more than the average woman. The fact that Jung Taeyoung could toss a grown woman onto the bed like trash made his strength quietly obvious.
"What a pain in the ass."
Jung Taeyoung eyed the mother sprawled across the bed with open irritation and began slowly stripping off his clothes. For all his ordinary looks and harmless face, the body underneath was, as expected, solid. Not the sculpted showpiece of a gym rat, but dense, practical muscle built for the sole purpose of pinning women down.
"..."
The camera angle on the bed seemed almost deliberate, capturing his mother's entire body at a glance. Even limited to a side view, the traces of her desperate resistance were easy to read: hair in wild disarray, arms and legs limp with exhaustion. The buttons of her jacket and blouse hung by threads, ready to pop free at any moment, and the black H-line skirt yanked up to her hips had all but lost its function as clothing. White panties wrapped in flesh-toned stockings peeked from beneath the hiked skirt; the stockings themselves were so thoroughly shredded that "runs" no longer covered it—the damage looked strangely erotic. She lay there like a meal arranged just so on a dining table.
"Mom..."
Even though it was already past, Kim Seojin fretted. If she stayed collapsed on that bed, that beast really would devour her.
Jung Taeyoung finished preparing to eat the meal that was his mother and stood beside the bed with his back to the camera.
"It's been a while since I've had a bitch as feisty as you—one who's so fun to pin down. I'm looking forward to this."
He muttered the words to no one in particular while running his fingers through her hair. The carefully tended silk of his mother's hair slid limply through his hand, as if foreshadowing the dark path that now awaited her.
"The thrashing is fun too... but if you keep going wild until the main event and someone comes to complain, it'll ruin the mood. Let's wear you down a little more, yeah?"
His words made it clear this was not his first or second time doing this. Even if a couple visited a motel to mix their bodies, the difference between making love and screaming under rape was unmistakable. Rough play or not, if a complaint came in, management would knock—that was only natural. To prevent exactly that, Jung Taeyoung clamped one thick hand over her mouth and began ripping the already-ruined stockings off her legs as if tearing rags.
"Uu, uup?! Khhup! Uup!"
Limp with exhaustion, his mother thrashed again at the crushing pressure on her face and the savage sensation of the stockings being shredded away.
Thud! Thwack! Thwack!
Her thrashing legs hammered the cheap bed as if they meant to smash it; though the camera missed most of it, she seemed to be punching Jung Taeyoung's body as well. He stood like a boulder, peeling every last scrap of stocking free, then used raw strength to rip her pure-white panties clean off.
Riiip!
"Hup?!"
Realizing not a single scrap of fabric remained on her lower half, his mother let out a startled moan. Though nearly hidden under Jung Taeyoung's crushing hand, her trembling eyes were visibly filling with fear.
"This... how about we try it like this?"
He considered the ruined white panties for a moment, then stuffed them into her mouth.
"...!!...!!!..!"
Her mouth was now completely sealed by her own panties and a man's thick palm. Even the suppressed, pain-laced moans that had been leaking out vanished entirely; Jung Taeyoung looked thoroughly satisfied. He then slid that thick hand between her thighs and, without ceremony, shoved his fingers into the slit waiting there.
"!!!"
His mother felt the thick male fingers forcing their way into a married woman's flower garden; she jerked in shock and clamped her legs shut, but overpowering him with strength alone looked impossible.
Squish, squish, squish.
After the endless molestation and humiliation on the subway, her pussy was already soaked; lewd wet sounds rose at once. Even while being violated she showed no intention of stopping her resistance, grabbing the arm that sealed her mouth and the arm buried between her thighs, trying with all her remaining strength to pry them free. Whether from the long struggle or, as he had claimed, from climaxing again and again, her trembling arms were nowhere near strong enough to shake off the beast's grip.
Squish! Squish! Squish!
Jung Taeyoung pumped the hand buried between her thighs hard and fast, without a shred of mercy. The force and speed made the muscles in his arm jump visibly even on camera.
Twitch! Twitch!
Her strength began to drain; the legs she had clamped shut so desperately started to tremble, then slowly open like petals parting. The grip of the hands clutching his arms visibly weakened, and her twitching waist gradually arched until it lifted into the air.
"We'll just do two for now. Got it?"
His tone was gentle, as if soothing a baby, but the content was pure cruelty. Both Seojin watching the video and his mother on screen understood the true meaning at once and froze in simultaneous horror. Jung Taeyoung proved the words were no lie; the muscles in his arm writhed as he began thrusting his fingers between her thighs with savage intensity.
Squish!!! Squish!!! Squish!!! Squish!!!
"!!!...!!!!..!!"
Wet, explosive sounds erupted from between her thighs. The reaction was immediate. Overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure, his mother bucked her hips up and down in spasms, silent screams tearing from her sealed mouth. Her legs fell wide open like a frog's as her will to resist crumbled, and clear fluid suddenly sprayed from between them.
Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fssht!
"!!!!!"
A soundless cry of ecstasy echoed through the room. Glass-bead-like love juices arced through the air and spattered across the white sheets with soft wet impacts, the camera capturing every shameless detail. His mother's waist, arched to the breaking point, trembled violently in midair, measuring the scale of the pleasure consuming her.
"That's one."
With those words he gave her not a second of rest and began moving his hand again.
"...Khh!!!!"
A rough cry of climax forced its way past the gag. Already hypersensitive from orgasm, she was subjected once more to merciless fingering without a moment's pause; she screamed as loudly as the obstruction allowed.
Squish! Squish! Squish!
The pace was a fraction slower than before, yet the pleasure still overwhelmed her; she planted her feet and bounced her entire lower body up and down. The vulgar, twerk-like thrashing of his mother's body nearly drove Seojin out of his mind. Jung Taeyoung showed no pity for the woman spasming beneath him; he simply kept pumping her pussy with mechanical relentlessness. Every time her waist and hips slammed back onto the mattress like a hammer driving nails, the cheap bed frame creaked and screamed in her place.
"Khh, ah...!!!! Ah...!!!!"
Each time a broken cry of ecstasy leaked past the gag, her head tipped farther and farther back. Just as Seojin began to fear her neck might snap—
She froze.
With a savage, abrupt halt, the waist and lower body that had been thrashing madly locked rigid. Then, from between the legs she had planted, a tidal wave of love juice far greater than before erupted in a violent spray.
Fwoooooosh!!!!
"Ah..."
The unreal sight of his mother's clear juices spattering all the way to the cheap motel wallpaper tore an involuntary moan of rapture from Seojin's throat.
Pat-pat-pat-pat!
Only the shameful sound of the flood raining down on wallpaper and sheets filled the room.
"...!...!!!...!!"
Unable to endure the scale of the climax, his mother kept screaming muffled cries past the gag, her waist still suspended in midair, trembling violently. Her legs, tensed so hard Seojin feared she might cramp, finally collapsed onto the bed as if someone had flipped a power switch.
"..."
Her waist, which had been floating and shuddering, followed the legs down; the head that had been thrown back far enough to snap finally returned to its place. Having completely crushed both her strength and her will to resist, Jung Taeyoung pulled his hand free of her pussy.
Slick.
The hand that emerged between her thighs glistened with thick love juice; the sheer volume and viscosity were visible even through the screen. He flicked his hand once, as if shaking off something filthy, and the sticky fluids that had clung to him splattered across the floor with a wet slap.