Between Jealousy and Desire 5
Kgh, kgh-uuuh!
His mother’s head suddenly snapped backward under Jung Taeyoung’s relentless assault, a stifled cry of pleasure bursting free as if she could no longer hold it in. One of her legs, still lifted in the air, went rigid with tension; at the same instant a gush of love juices spilled from the pussy that had been clamped so tightly around the beast’s cock.
Soaked in twice the usual dose of aphrodisiac, the married woman’s sex had become so hypersensitive that she came after only a few thrusts.
“Whoa~ Looks like our dear mother was pretty starved, huh? Her pussy’s gripping so hard it won’t let go.”
Jung Taeyoung sneered down at the wretched sow thrashing in the drug’s grip and drove his hips even deeper.
Hwaaaah?!
The aftershocks of climax had barely faded when fresh stimulation crashed over her; his mother could only tremble, her slender waist quivering as helpless moans spilled out.
As if reshaping the long-neglected pussy to fit his own cock, Jung Taeyoung kept himself buried to the root and began to change positions. Until now the camera had been ignored, the missionary angle serving only to prove to Seojin just how lewd and filthy his mother truly was.
“Damn it! I can’t see Mom’s face properly.”
Now, as if deliberately hiding her face from him, Jung Taeyoung turned his back to the camera and crushed her beneath him. The place where their bodies joined filled the entire frame in merciless detail, while the woman Seojin loved was almost completely hidden behind the beast.
Hnnngh…!!!
Even as he settled into missionary, Jung Taeyoung shoved both of her legs farther toward her head, lifting her hips slightly. The so-called breeding press—deepest penetration, easiest for impregnation—made the mound of her pussy clench hard around the cock that filled it to the hilt.
“Ah, fuck… For a married woman, this grip is insane.”
The squeeze transmitted through his cock was clearly more than he expected; Seojin could see the filthy ass tighten with effort.
Unable to hold back any longer, Jung Taeyoung planted his legs like roots and began slamming his hips down as if he meant to bury the woman beneath him into the mattress.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Ah?! Aaah! Hrk…! St-stop… Kyaaaah!!!
Dull, wet impacts like meat being pounded exploded through the headset, nearly shattering it, while his mother’s tearing screams rang out just as loudly. The black cock forced her pussy lips wide and plunged in again and again, filling Seojin’s vision completely.
Every time her ass bounced on the bed like a ball, spit and love juices sprayed in every direction—an obscene spectacle he could not tear his eyes from. Her legs, still raised in the air, trembled and flailed as if begging for rescue.
Kgh, haah…! Ah! Hnnngh!!!
The pure pain that had colored her moans gradually grew wet and thick. The resistance of never wanting to feel pleasure from a man like this was melting away. Each time the strength drained from the left hand that had been clawing the sheets as if to tear them, Seojin’s heart blackened a little more.
Was this guilt? Or the filthy black lust that made him sick?
“Haa! Haa! Haa!”
One thing was certain: the breath bursting from his mouth was scorching, and his whole body was unpleasantly drenched in sweat. Heat poured from every pore; the thick musk of pre-cum dripping from his cock like hot-spring water filled the room. Bloodshot eyes slowly sank into the video of his mother being raped.
Before long Seojin projected himself onto the beast straddling her belly, the one defiling his precious family.
“Mom! Mom! M-Mommm…!!!”
Hnn, ah, aaah! Hngh…!
His desperate calls and her wretched cries of pleasure wove together. The illusion of mounting her himself and pounding his cock into her like a madman sent electric pleasure racing down his spine.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Every time the beast’s cock struck her deepest place, Seojin’s mind grew hazy. He no longer saw her legs thrashing for help in the air—only the sticky, wet hole of his mother.
Sploosh! Squirt! Squirt!
Ghk, gaaah… Hnn…!
As if she had crossed the limit of pleasure her body could take, his mother let out low, water-logged, suppressed cries and sprayed her juices. Every time the beast’s hips lifted, clear love juices jetted from between her thighs, declaring her defeat. She was no longer a woman—only a bitch, a beast howling.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Huff! Huff! Huff!”
The insatiable beast’s breathing grew ragged as he prepared to pour his thick lust into the pitiful married woman pinned beneath him. Impatience began to color the slamming of his hips; the legs rooted firmly on the bed tensed hard.
Watching through the monitor, Seojin’s stroking hand sped up as well; his own hips stiffened.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Two men violated one woman at the same time—one treating her as Mom, the other as a bitch. The pitiful woman dyed in the sticky lust of both beasts could only gasp out labored, dying moans, as if she no longer had strength left to resist.
“Ah, ah… Aaaah…!!! M-Mo… Mommmmm!!!”
“Nnnngh!!!”
The beasts’ desires exploded together. The cock swollen as if about to burst forced open the still-squirting pussy lips and buried itself in her deepest, most secret place.
THWAAACK!!!
A heavy impact like a blunt weapon striking flesh. The bed’s creaking scream rang out at the same moment the beast straddling her belly tensed every muscle. The dark, ugly cock that had forced her plump mound wide and driven itself home began to pulse, pumping thick seeds of lust deep inside.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
A dizzying storm of pleasure whitened Seojin’s vision. Bloodshot eyes forgot even to blink as they stared fixedly at the joined bodies. Every time the beast’s ass trembled with rapture, thick lumps of lust could be seen surging into his mother’s body.
Ah, ah… Aaaah…
His mother’s low, wet moans, thick with despair, occasionally leaked through the headset. The left hand that had clutched the sheets went limp; only the fake wedding ring on her ring finger glinted forlornly under the dim light. Her legs, still thrust high, remained stiff; each time hot semen poured into her womb they twitched, telling her son that her most precious place was being violated.
…
…
The storm of noise vanished, leaving only an eerie silence. Yet the place where their bodies still joined continued to twitch and pulse, still pouring and receiving lust. At last the cock that had been buried without a single gap finished its throbbing.
Then his mother’s legs, held high toward the ceiling, dropped onto the bed as if cut strings had snapped, sprawling limply. Twitch, twitch, twitch. Like post-orgasmic spasms, her legs occasionally jerked, licking the aftertaste of climax for her son’s eyes.
The connection that had seemed eternal began to separate.
Squelch.
Hngh?!
A sticky wet sound rose softly from the parting flesh. Freed from the foreign fullness of the cock that had packed her lower belly, his mother gifted a single strange, ecstatic moan.
The beast’s black cock slid free from between her snow-white thighs. The moment the glistening, juice-slicked thing left her completely, the beautiful crack that had been like a work of art gushed out cloudy semen.
…
The sight of the thick white fluid the beast had poured into her mother spilling out in thick pulses was almost enough to shatter Seojin’s sanity just by watching. Every time her crack fluttered open like a breathing mouth, it poured out the beast’s filthy lust in waterfalls again and again.
“Hoo…”
A man’s breath thick with deep satisfaction made Seojin flinch. Only then did he remember again the existence of the beast that had dirtied his mother. In the brief moment Seojin had looked away, the man had lit a cigarette; now he exhaled a cloud of smoke and approached the woman sprawled on the bed.
With rough hands he lifted the head of a woman who no longer had the strength—or the will—to resist.
“!!!!!”
And the face that had been hidden until now filled the screen.
Sweat-soaked hair clung to her skin like spiderwebs; tears, snot, and spit streamed down a ruined face. It was a fragile, absurd expression Seojin had never once seen on his mother; the shock was so great a high-pitched ringing filled his ears.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Kim Seojin clutched his chest, gasping, unable to breathe properly. The sharp, always-angry corners of her eyes now drooped downward; the whites of her eyes were completely unfocused. Between lips smeared with ruined lipstick, a pink tongue lolled, thick spit dripping down to pool in the valley of her full breasts.
The pitiful, wretched face of his mother tore his heart open.
“M-Mo…”
The guilty call was about to echo emptily through the room when—
Thrust!
Ulp?!
The beast’s cock plunged between her parted lips. As if forcing her to clean the filthy thing, it ravaged the inside of her mouth. Right before her son’s eyes, his mother was thoroughly dirtied by another man and treated like an object.
Seojin’s trembling pupils turned toward the existence that was violating his precious family.
A chill ran down his spine.
The devil was looking this way.
A devil wearing a bone-chilling smile stared straight into the camera while using his mother’s mouth to clean his cock. At that blatant mockery, the rage that had been boiling inside Seojin finally exploded.
All the guilt and apology he had carried toward his mother the entire day vanished without a trace.
Semen still dripping from his cock, the son burst out of the room, crossed the dark living room, and stopped in front of the tightly closed door of his mother’s bedroom.
“Haa! Haa! Haa!”
Even though he panted so hard his breath turned sweet, the heat in his body would not cool. The cock that had been hanging limp now stood rigid, drooling with the urge to violate the bitch beyond this door right this second.
His shaking hand clenched the doorknob; the cold metal bit into his palm. That tiny chill poured over the swollen heat of his desire and, just a little, brought Kim Seojin’s reason back.
…
He saw himself standing there, sweat and semen dripping. The cock with veins bulging, howling for a place to empty itself, was plain to see—yet the cold from the doorknob had returned a single thread of sanity.
Even so, the desire welling from deep in his chest could not stop the thick fluid dripping from between his legs.
I want to fuck Mom, I want to fuck Mom, I want to fuck Mom.
The intoxicating taste of a woman’s body he had sampled once. The warmth and softness he could feel only in his mother’s arms rose so vividly he thought he would go mad. He wanted to taste that mind-melting pleasure again until he broke—but he wrung out every last drop of patience.
The mother who would come home tonight would look utterly wretched. No matter how completely she had lived her life for him, no matter how certain he was that she would never abandon him no matter what trial came, if you dig into a wound before it heals, the creature dies.
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He had watched the strong, sharp mother become a woman and thrash. He had learned that no matter how frightening or terrifying she was, once you thrust into her hole she became nothing but a bitch drooling spit.
The son’s gaze, thick lust still dripping from it, looked ready to bore through the thick door—yet he took one step back. The black desire that soaked his entire body screamed at him to kick the door open and go inside, but he clenched his teeth and endured.
To cross the towering wall of incest, his mother was still not broken enough.
And so the son decided to retreat for tonight—yet the jealousy nested in his chest only grew larger.