Mom Violated in the Sleeping Room 3
The son's eyes flooded with horror.
The single-person sleeping room, reminiscent of an ant nest, was packed with a darkness so thick it seemed dredged up from a swamp; nothing was visible. Even so, Kim Seojin could not fail to know what was happening inside.
Mom!!!
He could picture it with merciless clarity—the beast forcibly spreading his mother's languidly splayed legs and gradually mounting her, pressing down as if stacking bodies one atop the other. The dreadful vision set his heart hammering like mad.
The instant Seojin rushed toward the stairs leading down to the first floor, a heavy impact slammed through the sleeping room.
Thud!
"!!!!!"
The dizzying noise that seemed to snatch him by the back of the skull froze Seojin's feet in place. He forced his face—slick with cold sweat dripping in fat drops—to turn toward the ant-nest hole into which his mother had been dragged.
And then, as if the darkness itself had been waiting for the son to watch, the wet, dull slap of flesh striking flesh began to ring out from within.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The heavy yet lewd noise that shook the son's very soul kept echoing. His mother's legs, protruding from the cubicle and floating in midair, thrashed violently up and down as though caught in a storm. The jjimjilbang pants still hooked around one of her ankles hung so precariously they looked ready to drop to the floor at any second—mirroring the way the son's heart was tearing apart.
A stretch of time that was both brief and endless crawled by. Cold sweat slid down the cheek his mother had once slapped and dripped onto the floor with soft, successive plops.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The regular, lewd, terrifying impacts gradually grew hurried, faster.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
Seojin panted as if hyperventilating, not even noticing how bone-dry his mouth had become. Every drop of blood in his body seemed to rush to his lower half until it hurt; the last scrap of remaining reason desperately tried to stop him from touching his erect cock.
He stared blankly at his mother's legs fluttering ceaselessly in the air while the wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the sleeping room. At last the jjimjilbang pants that had been hanging by a thread from one of her legs dropped to the floor with a soft flop—and a beastly roar thick with phlegm erupted.
"Grrraaaah…!!!"
Thuuuuud!!!
A massive impact exploded out of the ant nest, whipped through the sleeping room, and drove itself into the foolish son's ears.
"…"
Seojin, who had been gasping like a man hyperventilating, now stood frozen with his mouth clamped shut. The dull, lewd racket that had threatened to burst the sleeping room cut off as if it had never existed, and a bone-chilling silence settled in. The quiet was so absolute he could hear the cold sweat sliding down his cheek and dripping onto the floor—an irritating stillness.
Unable to move so much as a finger, the son simply stared at his mother's legs protruding from the darkness. Those legs that had hung limp in the air slowly sank downward like melting candle wax.
Thud.
The soft noise of his mother's powerless legs sprawling across the floor broke the silence. As if that had been the cue, the low, ragged panting of a middle-aged man who sounded more beast than human continued to drift from beyond the ant-nest-like sleeping cubicle—the satisfied panting of a beast that had sated its lust.
Bright flashes of light burst several times, as though driving back the darkness that filled the cubicle, and then the beast crawled out. The middle-aged man's face, soaked in sweat from head to toe until the word "broth" would have suited him, still wore the naked pleasure of release. Having freely discharged his sticky desire, he adjusted his pants while staring down at the phone in his hand, clearly delighted by whatever he saw.
"Heh-heh…"
With a short snicker that seemed to mock the foolish son who had failed to protect his mother, the beast leisurely left the sleeping room. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud, and the same irritating silence returned to the mother and son.
Step. Step. Step.
At last the feet that had refused to move began to carry him forward. The closer he drew to his mother's legs sprawled carelessly on the floor, the more violently his heart pounded. The nearer he came, the more he felt the damp, nauseating heat seeping out of the ant nest against his skin.
"…"
A fishy night-flower scent brushed the tip of his nose. At that unfamiliar fragrance—one that could never belong to his mother—his steps halted dead. His tightly sealed lips began to tremble; he punched his unmoving legs with his fists until they carried him again, and he arrived in front of the ant nest into which his mother had been dragged.
"Gulp…"
He swallowed dry spit to ease a throat scorched by tension, then peered inside.
"…!!!!"
In the darkness his mother lay half-naked and sprawled. Her thoroughly disheveled hair fanned out across the floor in every direction; only her face, still lost in sleep and unaware of what had been done to her, remained the same. Yet that neat, pure face was smeared with sticky saliva that could only have come from the beast. In the gloom her plump pink lips glistened with spit, looking unspeakably seductive.
His trembling gaze traveled lower. The son's eyes fell upon his mother's bare body—something he had not seen since he was old enough to understand.
"…Gulp."
Seojin swallowed saliva without realizing it at the sight of those luscious fruits filling his vision. Her fully exposed, voluptuous breasts kept their beautiful shape even while she lay on her back. Her nipples, still a pale pink as if they had rarely been handled, were coated in the sticky mixture of the beast's spit and sweat.
Following the delicious curve farther down, he found her smooth belly liberally splattered with thick white fluid.
"Ah…"
Seojin understood at once what that fluid was—the clumps of lust the beast had left behind. A concentrated lake of white semen had pooled in her navel. The sight of that murky, fishy-smelling semen thickly coating the underside of her breasts and her belly stirred an indescribable sense of corruption. The beast's residual desire clinging to her porcelain skin made his mother's scent feel utterly alien.
Even as part of him insisted he must hurry and wipe away the semen defiling her, his gaze kept sliding lower still. Her legs, heavy with languor, remained spread, so the secret garden of the married woman was fully revealed.
"…"
The moment the son took in the space between his mother's thighs, he froze. It looked more beautiful and more lewd than any woman's sex he had ever seen in countless porn videos. A pretty cleft that had barely known a man's touch—proof she had desperately guarded her chastity for anyone but his father. Transparent, sticky liquid—whether the beast's precum or the love juices she had leaked in her sleep—trickled down the plump mound of her pussy and pooled on the floor.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
Before he knew it Seojin was panting roughly and bringing his face right up between her thighs. The subtle heat and lewd scent that rose up stimulated a primal lust he had never once felt in his life. Staring fixedly at his mother's pussy, he rubbed his painfully erect cock through his pants.
I can't touch it. I can't… touch…
The last of his reason desperately tried to stop the hand heading for his lower body, yet something inside his head seemed to snap clean through. With reason severed, the son finally pulled his pants down in front of his mother, who lay sprawled after being raped.
His cock sprang free, standing rigidly before her.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Like a dog in heat that had lost all reason, he began to masturbate while looking down at his mother's pitiful, wretched state after the rape. Was it because he had been hard for so long? Or because the "side dish" right in front of him was simply too delicious? With an ugly moan the son began to ejaculate almost instantly.
"Grrngh!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Seojin had masturbated countless times in his life, yet never before had he experienced an orgasm this ecstatic, this dizzying. His mind went pure white; his legs threatened to give out, forcing him to bite his lip hard just to stay upright. Thick seeds gushed in surging pulses from his twitching cock and rained down onto his unconscious, sprawled mother. The semen shot out almost like a water pistol, splattering her face and breasts and making her look even more disheveled.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
The climax was so overwhelming he nearly collapsed on top of her, but he held on by sheer force of will. Only after panting like a beast did Seojin finally realize what he had done.
"Ah…"
Looking at his mother lying there coated in both his own semen and the middle-aged man's, he no longer felt fear. That mother who had always been so terrifying, so frightening, now lay defiled and discarded like trash. Even while staring at her he could not feel that it was real. It was so unreal that he wanted some other way to confirm whether what he was seeing was reality.
Seojin took out his phone and captured his mother's disheveled form in photographs.
Click. Click.
"Hard to see…"
The darkness blanketing the single sleeping room made it impossible to photograph her properly; only by firing the flash could he fully capture her appearance. As he recorded her soiled, weakened state, the earlier scene flashed through his mind—the several bursts of light that had gone off just before the middle-aged man emerged from the ant nest.
"Ah…?! No way?!"
Only then did he realize the middle-aged man had photographed his mother after raping her. The foolish son finally understood why the man had looked so delighted staring at his phone as he left the cubicle.
Seojin burst out of the sleeping room in a panic, but not even the middle-aged man's shadow remained. He hurriedly checked the sauna, the other sleeping rooms, the baths—yet the beast that had violated his mother was already gone.
"Wh-what do I do…"
Terrified, Seojin rushed to erase the evidence. The baths were right next door, so obtaining hot water was easy. He soaked a towel from the men's bath in warm water and wiped his mother's soiled body clean, over and over. After desperately removing every trace, he trembled with anxiety, then fell asleep tightly embracing his mother as if he would never let her go again.