Between Jealousy and Desire 3
Jung Taeyoung let out a soft sigh as he pulled his hand away from Mom’s mouth. The crushing force vanished, and her head lolled and rolled toward the camera.
“!!!!!”
Watching the footage, Kim Seojin’s heart seemed to plummet with a heavy thud.
The face of his mother, panties still clenched between her teeth, was so wretched he could never have imagined it even in his darkest dreams. Sweat-soaked strands of hair clung to her porcelain skin like a spider’s web, and tear tracks streaked her cheeks, lending her an utterly desperate air. Those black eyes that had always held such a strong light were now rolled upward as if crushed by pleasure, whites showing fully—just looking at them sent a dizzying wave of conquest lust surging through him, raising goosebumps across his skin.
“Haa! Haa! Haa!”
It was a face steeped in pleasure he had never seen before—no, that he had never even dared to imagine. Before he knew it, Kim Seojin was panting roughly, realizing he was frantically rubbing his painfully erect cock through his pants. He hurriedly yanked down the fabric, already soaked with pre-cum, and wrapped his hand around the shaft, so aroused the veins stood out in sharp relief. The searing pleasure made him feel as if he might lose his mind.
As if putting on a show for the increasingly unhinged Seojin, Jung Taeyoung lightly pulled the mother who was still twitching from her forced climax and draped her head over the edge of the bed.
“What is he trying to do?”
With her head hanging precariously over the edge as if it might tumble off, he pulled the panties from her mouth.
“Heh-heh…”
Finally free, a weak, sloppy moan Seojin had never heard before slipped from her lips. The sound of the saliva-soaked panties hitting the floor reached him, and Jung Taeyoung positioned himself right in front of that head hanging so dangerously over the bed’s edge. Naturally, his massive cock—reminiscent of a beast’s—came to rest directly above her face.
By this point, even the densest fool would know exactly what he intended.
“Thanks to that idiot, I snagged myself a real prize,” Jung Taeyoung muttered, as if for Seojin to hear, and began pressing his grotesque, vein-bulging cock against Mom’s face. “Not sure if you can see this well. Well, doesn’t matter. I’ll be fucking her till I’m sick of it and leaving plenty of videos packed with memories.”
He forced open the mouth of the half-unconscious, twitching mother and slowly began pushing in his cock, already dripping with pre-cum.
Ugh, mmm… ghk, kuh…?
Still half out of her mind from the overwhelming climax, Mom began letting out stifled, puzzled moans as the foreign object gradually filled her mouth. Jung Taeyoung looked not at her but at the camera, a twisted smile curling his lips.
“I’ll enjoy this.”
Thrust!
Ghk—?!
In one brutal motion he buried his beast-like cock to the root inside her mouth. A scream of pain tore from her as her body jerked once. To keep her from clamping down, Jung Taeyoung tightly gripped her trembling jaw. The sudden invasion that filled not only her mouth but her throat itself made Mom thrash her limbs; a portion of her slender neck bulged outward visibly.
“C-crazy…”
Ghk, kuh…! Ngh, retch…!
Simply holding the cock already seemed beyond her limit; she gagged repeatedly, and each time Jung Taeyoung looked thoroughly satisfied by the stimulation her struggles provided.
“See this part? That’s my cock.”
He deliberately pointed a finger at the unnatural bulge in her throat, then pressed down hard on the swollen spot.
“If I push right here…”
Khh—?!
As if her airway had been blocked, Mom flailed her arms and legs in every direction like a seizure. The sadistic act—calling her a toy would have been too kind—left Kim Seojin trembling with his mouth hanging open.
Jung Taeyoung began slowly rolling his hips, ravaging not just her mouth but her throat itself.
Ghk! Kuh, u-ugh… cough!
The sight of his saliva-slick black cock sliding out between her pink lips only to thrust back in again was pure sadism. As her resistance grew more violent from the mounting lack of air, he seized her throat in a crushing grip.
Her body froze as if someone had hit pause.
“Now you’re listening. Good. That’s how obedient you should be.”
Even though she had only been exposed to his torment for a short time, Mom had instinctively learned how to suffer less. Jung Taeyoung caressed her breasts as if praising her and continued the slow roll of his hips.
Ngh, kuh, mmm…! Khek, kheh…!
The pain itself had not lessened; she trembled all over, struggling. With leisurely movements he began stripping her clothes one piece at a time while never stopping the motion of his hips. Mom had no room left to confront the humiliation of being slowly undressed; all she could do was clutch the bedsheets and shake.
Foam-like saliva began to trickle from the lips that his cock was using, making her face look even more wretched.
By then Jung Taeyoung had left her only in her bra. The black jacket and blouse she had worn already lay crumpled on the floor; only her H-line skirt remained, hiked up to her hips and bunched messily across her lower belly.
His hands slowly pushed the bra upward. With a soft bounce that seemed to demand the word “jiggle,” her lush, fully ripened breasts spilled free into the world. Even under the dim lights of the cheap motel room, the married woman’s full breasts shone beautifully, stoking the black lust of every male who saw them.
The moment the beast’s hands touched her chest, Mom’s hips jerked hard as if she had been burned.
“Late thirties, was it? The firmness, the way they don’t sag at all… absolute top-tier goods.”
The crude appraisal that treated Mom like merchandise made her hands, still gripping the sheets, tremble with rage. Yet her reality was that she could only hold a beast’s cock in her mouth, unable even to swat away the hands molesting her breasts.
Sensing that flicker of resistance, Jung Taeyoung lightly pinched the flower blooming atop those ripe breasts—her nipple—and tugged.
Hnn?!
The torment of her sensitive nipple made her hips rise with it, trembling. Her jaw shook as if she wanted nothing more than to bite the beast’s cock clean off, but his iron grip made it impossible.
“Still got some fight left even after I’ve wrecked you like this.”
Most women would be sobbing and broken by now—he murmured that she was surprisingly fierce, then released her breasts and seized her slender throat again.
Mom’s body flooded with terror, as if she already foresaw what was coming. Kim Seojin, too, had no trouble guessing that the animal was about to destroy his mother’s throat, and tension spiked through him.
“Why isn’t he moving?”
Yet Jung Taeyoung merely stroked her neck gently, keeping his cock buried in her mouth without thrusting. Simply having a rapist’s cock in her mouth was already agony; she let out occasional strained sounds until he finally spoke.
“Seojin’s mother. How does the taste of cock feel after so long?”
Her body flinched. He rolled his hips with deliberate leisure, as if inviting her to fully savor the scent and flavor. Mom trembled violently at the humiliation that the word “disgrace” could not even begin to cover, yet the fingers lightly caressing her throat kept any open rebellion in check.
“You’ll be tasting this cock countless times from now on. Make sure you remember the smell and the shape.”
Ngh, kuh, hnn… slurp, schlk…
Each slow pass of his cock in and out of her mouth began to produce the filthy wet sounds of a woman sucking a beast. The foreign bulk filling her throat was already hard enough to endure, but the growing difficulty of breathing left her no choice but to work her tongue whether she wanted to or not.
“It’s no fun if I’m the only one moving. How about some service from you, Mother?”
At his brazen demand, even her strained moans fell silent. The hands clutching the sheets shook harder, overwhelmed by rising fury. Finding that defiance amusing, Jung Taeyoung tightened his grip on her throat in open threat.
Khh—?!
The choking pain made her hips buck hard as a tortured sound escaped her. Every muscle in her body tensed with the stubborn will never to give him a reaction he would enjoy—yet under the pain that will began to crumble, slowly but surely.