Prospective Mother-in-Law Conquered, Stepmother Subdued
"Ah... Aah..."
Im Jeong-ok let out moans laced with fear, her face drenched in terror. Lying atop the blankets in her disheveled bridal robes, she looked utterly delectable.
The slightly aloof woman he'd seen just moments ago was gone. All that remained was a single female, utterly captive to dread, unable even to resist.
And I knew exactly how to conquer this bitch.
I couldn't use the same method that had broken my mother completely. She had been a woman of strong sexual urges from the start, her weaknesses laid bare. Like luring an animal with food, I'd exploited those vulnerabilities, slowly drawing her into a swamp of pleasure until she fell naturally.
But Lady Im Jeong-ok was different—no such obvious flaws to grasp. She didn't even live in the same house, so there was no way to gauge her lust firsthand. Yet despite all that, my strategy for her had long been etched in my mind.
Fundamentally, this woman crumbled under pressure—especially the overwhelming aura of a domineering man. Whether from her gentle nature or years of "training" as a woman, she feared men themselves. I'd learned that from the original story.
And one more thing. The key to making this happen: her maternal love.
She truly loved her daughter as a mother but could never express it well. In the original tale, she hid her true feelings until the eve of the wedding, finally confessing and offering comfort—only for Seo Hyo-jeong to fall asleep without hearing. Their clumsiness and crossed wires left Hyo-jeong resenting her mother throughout the story, a chill wind always blowing between them. Only at the very end did they reconcile, far too late.
This mother-daughter rift was my golden opportunity.
The letter I'd left behind during Hyo-jeong's extraction? I'd written it myself, of course—not her. It begged her mother to stand in as the bride at the ceremony, buying time while she fled. The real Hyo-jeong, utterly disillusioned with her mother, would never have dreamed of asking. Even if the idea crossed her mind, she'd never act on it—convinced her own mother wouldn't help.
Yet Lady Im Jeong-ok accepted the "daughter's" outrageous plea. That clumsy but genuine maternal love brought her here now—before me as my "wife," the new bride with whom I could legally consummate.
And now, as the groom, I invoked my authority.
"I'll say it once more. Spread them."
"Eek..."
My unyielding command left her hesitating, but soon enough, she relented, slowly parting her thighs.
That place already slick from foreplay, its pink, secretive folds blooming beautifully. Feeling a twinge of impatience, I approached, ready to drive my cock into her pussy—to stamp her indelibly as mine.
"Guh!... Guuuuuhhh!!!!!"
A groan thick with pain. The warm, tight sensation gripping me simultaneously. Savoring the dense pleasure coiling around my shaft, I filled my hands and mouth with her massive, soft breasts.
"Hngh!... Haa... Haa... Haa..."
Though in her late twenties, they hadn't lost their firmness—and dwarfed even Lee So-young's, delighting me all the more.
Mouth stuffed with this lump called pleasure, reveling in the thrill of conquering her deepest, most precious places, I began to slowly thrust my hips.
"Hauk! Haaangh! Uuugh!!!"
Eyes squeezed shut, she moaned in agony and rising lust. A married woman, but unused for nearly a decade—her pussy surprisingly retained its elasticity. Like a well-preserved used good, its chewy walls clung just right.
Not quite as tight as my young stepmother Lee So-young's, but Im Jeong-ok's had a distinct flavor. Thicker, stickier nectar. Ample depth to take me nearly to the hilt, thanks to our size difference. And most vividly, the countless ridges inside—whether from age or constitution, steeped in her viscous fluids, they stimulated my cock with every motion.
Even now, her face strained to hold back orgasm. Cheeks flushed crimson. Lips pressed tight. Hands clamped over her mouth, tears pooling in her eyes. She fought it desperately... yet it was obvious she'd already cum several times. That expression intensified the pleasure tenfold—made it insanely good.
Heh... Yeah... Let's see how long you can hold out!
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"Guh! Ngh! Guhngh!"
Im Jeong-ok bit her lips, desperately stifling her moans. But despite her efforts, her mind was melting, thoroughly soaked in ecstasy.
A... Ah... No... Not... again... Guuuuh!!!
Her body shuddered violently once more, fresh nectar gushing out. She'd already overflowed with lewd fluids, yet this man's cock churned relentlessly inside, wringing more from her.
Even after climax, the stimulation never ceased—like wringing a towel, dunking it, and repeating endlessly. His shaft showed no fatigue, squeezing every drop of lust from her.
S... Stop... If... if this keeps going... I'll... I'll go... really... crazy...! Eek! Again... again... guuuuh!!!
In the frenzy of their coupling, she pleaded silently in her heart. Yet even then, she kept her mouth shut.
Not just fear. The real reason? Somewhere along the line, she wanted this. She craved the endless torrent of pleasure herself.
This... is wrong... I know it's wrong... But... why... why does it feel so good...
She'd married long ago, consummated multiple times. But never with her husband had she felt this—raw lust pushed to the brink, released in orgasm, only to surge again endlessly. Pleasure that shattered the mind.
In her delirium, she began rocking her own hips. Surrendering fully to the overwhelming current.
And then.
"Grgh!"
"! Guhngh!!!"
Suddenly, the cock inside her throbbed massively. The hot fluid erupting filled her womb completely.
He... came... inside me... really... really inside...
Normally, she'd feel shame and defilement at giving herself to a man not her husband. But this was the first seed in her depths in ten years. Abandoned by her spouse in all but name, this stranger's semen brought sinful ecstasy... snapping the fragile thread of her endurance.
With that, Han Taeyang's cock slowly withdrew from her exhausted body.
Yet despite her fatigue, Im Jeong-ok crawled toward him, white cum leaking from her pussy. Crossing that line had unleashed her desires beyond restraint...
Feels good... Feels so good... More... more... I want to cum...
The unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensation. Even as it threatened to devour body and soul, she craved it more. Rationalizing the "misunderstanding" that led here.
I... It's okay... Just for tonight... It's just... a dream born of a mistake... one night's folly...
Half out of her mind, she reached out and grasped it.
Just for now... I'm... this man's wife... Just a little... a little more taste of my 'husband's'...
Still rock-hard after unloading once, reeking of potent male musk. Im Jeong-ok carefully took it into her mouth.
"Slurp... Hngh... Haa..."
She licked clean the cum coating it, savoring its bittersweet tang, while her own hand wandered to her still-burning slit.
Just a bit more of this sweet bliss.
But then.
Thwack!
"!"
Suddenly, a strong hand gripped her head. Panic flickered in Im Jeong-ok as it yanked her forward irresistibly.
Before her eyes: that man, Han Taeyang's face. His gaze locked on hers, burning with clear anger.
"H-Hus... husband?"
The word slipped out in instinctive terror. He scowled deeper.
"I knew something was off... So that's how it is."
"!"
His voice chilled her, laced with menace. Realizing what it meant, her face froze solid.
"You'll have to explain yourself. What exactly is going on here, Mother-in-law?"