Mom Violated in the Sleeping Room 2
Seojin suddenly recalled a complaint his mother had once made about a particularly vile customer.
Ah, that filthy bastard. He had no intention of buying a thing, yet he kept grilling me about this and that—how annoying it was… And he was blatantly staring at my chest the whole time. It was truly disgusting.
Whether she even realized she was venting to her own son or not, his mother—dead drunk that night—had poured out every detail of the lecherous stares she had endured from that customer. For a woman who had spent long years in sales, difficult customers were nothing new, but this one had been especially persistent. He had made her pull out item after item while openly ogling her body.
And now a middle-aged man no different from that customer was lusting after her.
“Haa! Haa! Haa!”
At some point Seojin’s own breathing had grown rough and ragged. It was loud enough that the pair on the first floor might have heard it, yet the middle-aged man’s bestial panting drowned it out completely.
Time dragged on as the man’s filthy breath and heat filled the sleeping room. Then something changed.
Srrrk.
“Eh…?”
Seojin forgot he was supposed to stay silent and let the sound slip out. The middle-aged man, who had been pumping his hips like a dog in heat, was slowly pulling his pants down.
Some scrap of reason must have remained, because he only lowered them to his thighs. A fully erect cock sprang free, thick strands of pre-cum dripping from the tip. It looked almost pained from unrelieved lust.
And the man knew the tool that would ease that boiling hunger was right there within reach.
Sssk, srrrk.
The last barrier covering the hole that would take his lust—his mother’s jjimjilbang pants—was slowly dragged downward by the man’s hands.
W-wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!
That was not allowed.
Dangerous! That was dangerous! Anything but that!
Everything the man had done to his mother’s body so far could somehow be brushed aside later, but that left no room for excuses.
Panicked, Seojin tried to leap to his feet—only to freeze at the heavy weight he felt between his legs.
“Uh…?”
Why am I hard?
The realization that he had gotten erect while spying on a stranger molesting his mother hit him like a slap. Shocked by the unexpected change in his own body, he stopped dead when he should have moved. The beast did not miss that brief opening.
“Kkkuuugh…!”
“…!!!”
A low, deep groan like a beast’s cry rose from the first floor. Startled, Seojin whipped his gaze downward—and what he saw froze him solid.
They were joined.
His mother’s lower body and the middle-aged man’s were pressed together without a single gap. Her porcelain-smooth, plump ass was crushed against the man’s hips, distorted as if searching for escape.
“Kk, krrh…”
The man trembled, moaning at the dizzying pleasure climbing from his groin. He looked utterly intoxicated by the twin thrills of embracing a woman far beyond his usual reach and of violating an unconscious, drunken beauty.
His protruding belly jiggled as he slowly pulled his hips back. The two bodies that had been locked together gradually separated.
“Ah…”
From between his mother’s snow-white buttocks, a dark, ugly cock slid free with a wet sound. The thought that that filthy thing had been inside her made Seojin’s vision flash white with shock.
The man was savoring the sweet taste of pleasure his mother offered, drool already running down his chin. Whether he was unsatisfied with a single taste or simply unable to turn back now that he knew it, he began moving his hips again to take more of her.
Slap, slap, slap.
The thick, wet sound of flesh striking flesh echoed softly through the sleeping room. Each time their hips met, his mother’s drunken, sleeping body began to rock like a wave.
Her ass, soft and white as a rice cake, deformed under the force of the man’s thrusts, and each time his filthy cock plunged deep into her.
“Kkrrh, huuk! Huu…! Huk!”
The man’s filthy breathing filled the room. His hands roamed as if searching for more tools to feed his lust—her thighs, her pelvis, her belly. Watching the smooth skin she had carefully maintained being soiled by a beast’s touch stirred an indescribable mix of arousal and rage.
Griiiip!
Twitch!
Not content with groping every inch of her, the man’s dirty hands seized the maternal breasts Seojin alone had ever pressed his mouth to, squeezing them hard. Even in her drunken sleep, his mother flinched at the intense pressure and dizzying stimulation.
A hole.
The sight of the mother he had always found so terrifying being treated like nothing more than a tool, a hole for relieving lust, nearly drove him mad.
Th-that can’t be…
Mom would never allow this.
Our mom isn’t that weak.
Any second now she would spring up, crush the man violating her underfoot, scream, and overpower him. Then she would scold and punish her weak son who had only watched, just as she always did.
That was how it should go…
Slap, slap, slap.
The wet slap of flesh against flesh pounded against Seojin’s confused chest like an accusation.
“Haa! Haa! Haa!”
He clamped his hands over his ears, desperate to block out the man’s filthy breathing. Yet the rough gasps still reached him. Suddenly he realized the irritating sound was not coming from the man at all—it was coming from himself.
“Th-that’s impossible…”
I got aroused watching Mom get raped?
I felt pleasure at the sight of that strong mother of mine being helplessly violated?
The honest recognition of his own feelings filled him with terror.
When he forced his trembling gaze back to the first floor, the excited middle-aged man was turning his mother’s head toward himself.
“N-no way…!”
He was clearly about to kiss her.
More than half of her face was hidden by black hair, making it hard to tell whether she had woken. But her limp arms and the lifeless sway of her body made it clear she was still unconscious.
The man’s face drew closer and closer to hers. Her hair-covered face vanished behind the back of his head. Then came the filthy sound of sucking.
“Chup, churp… jooook, chup, chup, slurp, slurp, slurp.”
The sticky kiss sounds rising from beneath the man’s head made Seojin’s legs give out; he sank to the floor. The obscenely wet noises left no doubt that tongues were involved. Realizing his cock was so hard it hurt, Seojin let out a hollow laugh.
“Ha…!”
What a pathetic bastard.
That was the judgment he passed on himself. At first he had been too afraid of his mother’s scolding to rush out. Once the line had been crossed, he had simply gone along with the middle-aged man, getting off on the sight of his strong mother being thoroughly defiled.
The mother he had never once dared talk back to in his entire life was being violated so completely. The memory of how he had always trembled in fear of her now only made him feel more pathetic.
When self-loathing finally made him lift his head again, a new scene was unfolding below.
“Huh…? W-wait, where are you taking her?”
The middle-aged man who had been busily fucking his mother was now on his feet, grabbing her limp arms and dragging her away. The jjimjilbang pants still caught around her thighs slid lower as they scraped along the floor, hanging from one leg by the time he stopped.
He had dragged her to one of the single-person sleeping capsules set into the wall—narrow holes that looked like ant tunnels.
“Wh-what else are you planning?!”
Seojin thought he understood the man’s sly, bold intention. Even a corner of the open sleeping room was less private than a tight one-person capsule that only one body could squeeze into. Far more closed-off, far less chance of interruption.
Under the dim lights of the sleeping room, the capsule the man was pulling his mother into was swallowed by deep darkness. It looked as if she were being dragged somewhere she could never return from.
“No! No! No! No!”
He had to stop it.
The line had already been crossed long ago, but this—this he had to stop.
By the time Seojin steeled himself to halt the man’s rampage, his mother had already been almost completely pulled into the capsule. Only part of her limp calves and her feet still stuck out. The rest of her body was hidden in darkness; from his position he could see nothing.
Desperate, Seojin forced strength into the legs that fear had turned to jelly and stood.
“Okay.”
He could move.
Keeping his eyes locked on the ant tunnel that had swallowed his mother, he hurriedly tried to walk—only for a wave of dizziness to slam into him.
Ah, damn it!
Feeling the world tilt, he thrust out a hand just in time to keep from smashing his face into the floor. Even after all this time, the lingering alcohol still had its claws in him.
Barely avoiding a full tumble, Seojin clenched his teeth against the spinning and forced himself upright again.
Mom is…!
That brief gap.
Every time he looked away, his mother crossed another irreversible river. The beast casually betrayed the son’s desperate hope that nothing worse would happen.
In the mere moment he had looked away, the legs that had been sprawled limply on the floor outside the capsule were now floating in midair.
An unconscious person’s legs do not float by themselves.
That meant someone was holding them up—and the only one who could do that was the beast who had gone into the ant tunnel with her.