Between Jealousy and Desire 4
Jung Taeyoung began slowly tightening his grip around Mom’s throat, as if he were playing a game.
Ghk, krrh… oop, kehhek…
Her tear-streaked eyes trembled and fluttered as she thrashed in pain, then squeezed shut tight, as if resigning herself to the humiliation. She forced her mouth open as wide as she could around his cock, and a red tongue peeked out slightly between her lips.
Chuu, churrp… chuk, cough, oop, kehheek…!
Wet, filthy sounds leaked from Mom’s mouth along with the hiss of escaping air. Jung Taeyoung seemed thoroughly pleased by the change in her; a chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips as he savored her timid, clumsy service.
“What the hell. You’ve never even sucked your husband’s? Why are you so clumsy? No wonder, with a retard son like that. You’re nothing but a pathetic cumdump just like him…”
Krrhuup!!!
“Tch…!”
Jung Taeyoung kept spitting out remarks that crushed her pride and dignity, stripping her of any remaining humanity. The weary, exhausted look on Mom’s face vanished in an instant. She began thrashing her arms and legs with a desperation that could only be called frantic.
Startled by her sudden resistance, he clicked his tongue softly and clamped down hard on the nape of her neck to pin her in place.
Keok, ghk, ghk… kuhek… kehheeeek…
The dangerous, choking moans spilling from Mom were so severe that Kim Seojin, watching, nearly jumped out of his skin—she sounded as if she might die right then and there.
“Th-that crazy bastard! Mom!!!”
Forgetting it was the middle of the night, Kim Seojin shouted at the sadistic scene unfolding on the video. Mom’s limbs, thrashing on the bed like a fish speared through, gradually went limp, then began to twitch and shudder as if seized by convulsions.
His cock was still buried to the root inside her mouth, completely sealing her airway, and with his hand locked tight around her slender throat on top of that, it would have been stranger if she hadn’t been suffocating.
If she had just done as Jung Taeyoung ordered, she never would have suffered like this. Seojin had no way of knowing that the reason Mom had flown into such a rage was because the man had insulted him.
Ghk, hhh, uuhh… s-ss, uuhh…
Mom’s face flushed a deep, burning red, then steadily drained of color until it turned deathly pale. Frothy spit began to spill from the corners of her mouth, coating her face, and the thin, ragged breaths that escaped her sounded like a final dying gasp.
Trapped air made her full breasts swell and heave, trembling violently—a sight steeped in pure desperation.
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
Only when her arms and legs, sprawled across the bed like a doll with its strings cut, began to jerk as if rigor mortis were setting in did Jung Taeyoung finally release her neck and yank his cock free in one motion.
……
Even with the cock that had been plugging her airway and the crushing pressure gone, there was no reaction at all. Seojin felt a desperate, choking anxiety, needing to know whether any air was even entering through those froth-smeared, reddened lips.
The sight of Mom lying there limp and twitching, limbs dangling, was enough to send a cold shiver down his spine—even though he already knew how it would end.
How long did Kim Seojin stare blankly at the video, forgetting even to breathe?
Mom’s spit-slick lips trembled faintly, and then her rough tongue lolled out of her mouth. The dam that had been holding everything back finally broke; a frantic, desperate gasp for air exploded from her silent lips.
Haaaaaaah!!! Cough! Cough! Cough!!!
“H-haah… haaaaah…”
The moment Mom’s airway opened, the breath Seojin had been holding without realizing it came rushing out with hers. Mom coughed violently, greedily sucking in air, not caring that the sticky spit churned up inside her mouth was smearing all over her face.
Jung Taeyoung looked down at her with open delight, then climbed onto the bed, grabbed her body, and dragged her into the center of the mattress. Mom, who had been half-suffocated to the brink of death, showed no sign of even noticing that she was being hauled into place.
“First time I’ve ever seen a bitch still fight back after I’ve wrecked her this badly.”
Even in her dazed state, Mom seemed to sense the threat to her chastity once more. She tried to tense her legs and resist, but she was no match for Jung Taeyoung’s sadistic torment and raw male strength.
If anything, her resistance seemed to please him. He forcibly lifted one of her tensed legs, spreading her thighs wide open, and crawled between them. Her lower body naturally turned toward the camera, and her pussy—glistening with juices—was filmed in raw, explicit detail.
“…”
Kim Seojin could not tear his eyes away from the hole he had seen countless times while fucking his sleeping mother. Even when they had sex, Mom’s pussy would gradually grow wet with arousal—but never to the point that the insides of her thighs were completely soaked through like this.
His gaze was completely stolen by that wet, vulgar, lewd pussy of hers. Then something filthy suddenly appeared right in front of the soft mound that looked almost like a work of art.
In stark contrast to Mom’s snow-white pussy, it was a dark, ugly, bestial cock.
He pressed forward.
Hnn?!
The two opposing things met, then began to join. The hard, beastly glans forced her soft folds apart and pushed inside—every detail captured in merciless clarity. As that spit-slick cock, gleaming as if on proud display, slowly wormed its way into Mom’s body, a lewd moan that was almost a whimper struck Seojin’s ears.
Mom no longer had the strength to stop that rude, sadistic beast. She panted with her face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain.
“M-Mom…”
Those eyes that were always raised in anger were now wet with tears. The fierce face he knew was completely overtaken by agony and excitement. It was the face of a woman he had never seen before—his mother, transformed.
She bit down hard on her full lower lip as if the cock forcing its way in was too much to take. Even in the middle of being raped, her expression was unbearably erotic.
“Alright then. I’m shoving it all the way in at once, so don’t bite your tongue.”
Half of the beast’s cock had already disappeared inside her. Mom’s forcibly spread folds trembled as if terrified by the news that even more was about to be driven in. Her waist and legs went rigid with tension—he could feel it clearly.
The beast seemed to sense her bracing herself. A twisted smile curled his lips, and those lust-glazed eyes rolled toward the camera for a moment.
“Ah…”
Seojin locked eyes with a demon. That bestial gaze, steeped in the unbearable pleasure and dizzying taboo of fucking a married woman—no, of fucking a mother right in front of her son—turned toward its prey as if ready to devour it.
Then the beast planted his legs firmly for leverage and drove his hips forward with every ounce of strength he had.
THWAAACK!!!
A dull, wet impact like a bomb going off tore through the speakers. Before the dizzying crack of the blow inside the headset had even faded, Mom’s ripping scream chased right after it.
KYAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
The shock that began deep in her lower belly visibly raced through her entire body. That soft, yielding form went rigid, and the impact she couldn’t fully absorb made her clutch the bedsheets as if she meant to tear them apart. One leg, still held aloft, began to shake violently; her cute toes curled tightly inward.
All of it happened in a single instant.
“H-haah! Haah! Haah! Haah!”
The ragged breaths bursting from Seojin’s mouth were thick with sticky desire. The two bodies that had been sealed together without a single gap slowly pulled apart; a string of thick fluids stretched between their joined flesh before snapping with a wet plip.
“Khh…! Back on the subway I couldn’t properly enjoy it because of all the eyes… fucking bitch. You’re a goddamn cum-milking machine.”
Jung Taeyoung trembled with delight at the tight grip of Mom’s pussy, the texture inside her, and the hot, intoxicating heat that reminded him of her embrace.
Khh, u-uhh… g-get… off. Pull it out already!
Mom, still gasping for breath, seemed to snap back to her senses from the shock of penetration and snarled at him. Jung Taeyoung only looked more amused by her fierce resistance and began slamming his hips forward as if showing off.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Ugh?! Ah, haah…! S-stop… aaah…!
The beast’s massive cock splitting open Mom’s thoroughly soaked folds and driving deep was captured in raw detail. Every time that bestial cock plunged in and out between her thighs, it became coated in clear juices until they dripped and left wet stains across the bedsheets.
A cock like a battering ram pounded into her without rest. Mom crumbled under the pleasure surging up from deep in her belly, and a face that no longer belonged to Seojin’s mother—an utterly unfamiliar woman’s face—began to surface. Those eyes that always held a spark of anger gradually lost focus, and spit drooled freely from her slack, open mouth in proportion to the pleasure flooding her.
Her desperate struggle to push the beast away faded like a candle burned down to nothing. The leg still held in the air began to tremble and convulse.
“Wh-why is she getting so worked up…?”
Kim Seojin could not understand how his strong mother could collapse so completely, so easily. Unaware that Jung Taeyoung had coated himself with gel laced with aphrodisiac, all Seojin could see was a mother who looked like nothing more than a bitch in heat, going wild for cock.