episode_0401

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Inside the small karaoke room, Mom’s buttocks and the lower part of her crotch, soaked with moisture, were revealed.

Mom’s body trembling, as if ashamed.

Even so, Mom pretended not to notice, continuing to sing along with the karaoke machine’s accompaniment.

Mom’s eyes tightly closed as if trying to ignore reality.

Click, click, click!

Like a recording officer at a crime scene, collecting evidence, Siwoo records the buttocks under the skirt, wedged between the cheeks, with photos.

Siwoo puts his hand on Mom’s thigh, slightly spreads her legs, and then puts the smartphone underneath to take pictures from below.

Click, click, click!

Siwoo, having directly checked Mom’s bare crotch captured on the smartphone screen, realizes that there is no reason to hesitate any longer.

Siwoo takes his hand away from the bottom of the long t-shirt he was lifting.

The bottom of Mom’s t-shirt, still wedged between her butt cheeks, is covering down to her thighs again.

Siwoo remains standing and puts his palm on Mom’s butt.

Siwoo’s hand covering Mom’s plump butt.

Mom neither stopped Siwoo’s hand from covering her butt nor did she stop the song she was singing.

Siwoo pleasantly strokes her butt up and down.

Mom sometimes opens her eyes thinly, as if squinting, to check the situation outside the glass door, then closes her eyes tightly again, trembling as if overcome with excitement.

Unlike when he saw her in front of the mart, Mom’s gestures and attitude, as if she was yielding, made Siwoo’s member swell even more.

**

The first song Mom was singing was already nearing its end.

Siwoo slowly takes his hand away from Mom’s butt in time with the fading song accompaniment.

Siwoo also puts down the smartphone he was holding for a moment and takes out a waterproof bandage and a wireless vibrator from the crossbody bag he brought.

Siwoo carefully placed the tools he took out on the table in front.

As if checking the patient’s intention before using dangerous medical tools…

A fanfare sounds from the karaoke machine in front, and Mom’s score is displayed largely on the screen.

After the voice of a female announcer praising the high score rings out from the machine, the room becomes quiet for a moment.

Could Mom have recognized the vibrator and waterproof bandage that Siwoo took out?

Mom’s panting sound enters the karaoke microphone, filled with echo, and is heard as if echoing through the quiet room.

As if embarrassed by the sound of her own breath ringing through the microphone, Mom quickly moves the microphone away from her mouth.

Mom, standing with her shoulders heaving as if out of breath, picks up the beer can that was on the table and empties the remaining beer inside into her mouth.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

“Why don’t you eat some pizza while you drink~! I even warmed it up~ Shall I get you another beer?”

Siwoo, who had been molesting Mom by touching her butt until just now, asks Mom playfully as if nothing happened.

“Huh? Uh…”

Mom answers in confusion, as if embarrassed.

Siwoo makes a loud rustling noise, rummaging busily inside the shopping basket, and takes out another can of beer for Mom to drink.

Click!

Siwoo opens the beer can with a refreshing sound and puts it on the table.

Siwoo deliberately puts the beer can a little further away from the vibrator, in the place where Mom is standing.

Mom looks at the place where the beer was placed and then lets out another hot, suppressed breath.

The accompaniment of the song that Mom has booked for the second time is playing on the karaoke machine.

As expected, it was a popular song that was in vogue when Mom was young.

It was a song with a cheerful rhythm and melody but with sorrowful lyrics as its characteristic.

It seemed to be a song about a regrettable love that could not be achieved.

A love song with themes and content that seem very clichéd in this era, such as what age is, what the future is, and what world they live in.

Siwoo, as if telling the song lyrics to go to hell, puts his hand on Mom’s butt again to match the starting song accompaniment.

Mom’s pleasant butt, which feels soft and plump to the entire palm.

Mom’s butt is startled and tenses up again as soon as Siwoo’s hand touches it as the music starts.

Siwoo stroked Mom’s buttocks from side to side in time with the beat while the song’s intro was playing.

When the intro is about to end, Siwoo taps Mom’s butt as if counting the beat, in time with the finger counting shown on the monitor.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Smack!

As if feeling resentful that Mom brought her son, himself, to this kind of karaoke place saying she had something to tell him, but is just singing without fitting in, the last hit was struck down quite fiercely.

“Haaah!”

Mom’s singing voice, shaky with a moan, bursts out.

The bottom of the t-shirt that was wedged between the butt cheeks came out of its place due to Siwoo’s strong impact.

Siwoo curls his fingertips and stabs the clothes back into Mom’s butt cheeks.

The erected finger sinks deeply, and the t-shirt is caught between Mom’s butt cheeks again.

Siwoo erects his middle finger and searches for Mom’s anus over the clothes.

Soon, Mom’s external anal sphincter, which feels like a rubber ring, is felt as if scratched by Siwoo’s fingernail.

Mom’s body jumped up greatly as the sensitive area was stimulated.

Siwoo wiggles his fingers up and down and stuffs the t-shirt into Mom’s back door.

About half a segment of the finger was inserted into Mom’s anus along with the t-shirt fabric.

Mom’s sphincter tightens, and her song stops as if she is out of breath.

Siwoo pushes his finger in with all his might, along with the fabric of the t-shirt, as if trying to penetrate Mom’s anus.

“Hageueuk!”

Mom’s painful moan rings through the microphone.

More than two segments of Siwoo’s middle finger dug into Mom’s shameful hole.

Mom’s butt muscles and flesh, stiffened and trembling as if an electric current was flowing through them.

Siwoo skillfully turns his finger gently and pulls his finger out of Mom’s anus.

Only the t-shirt fabric remained deeply lodged inside Mom’s tightly constricted anus.

After pulling out his finger, Siwoo pushes the t-shirt fabric around the butt cheeks firmly, as if reinforcing the foundation in the gap between valleys.

Looking at Mom’s tense butt and the firmly lodged t-shirt fabric, Siwoo thinks that even if he spanks her violently now, the inserted clothes will never fall out of Mom’s anus.

When Siwoo takes out his finger and strokes Mom’s butt again, her stopped song continues.

Mom seems to have no intention of stopping Siwoo’s molestation or pretending to know, no matter what she is thinking.

The trembling of her slender and delicate voice seemed to express Mom’s tense feelings and mood well.

Siwoo, now looking at the t-shirt inserted into Mom’s anus with stability, strokes Mom’s butt with a satisfied expression.

Siwoo puts his finger on Mom’s butt and writes letters.

‘Sun Mi’

Siwoo slowly draws the strokes to write Mom’s name, one letter on each of her left and right buttocks.

‘Slut’ ‘Hole’

Following that, the letters are alternately engraved, one on each of her left and right buttocks.

Is Mom properly understanding the letters Siwoo is writing?

Mom’s inhales and exhales are gradually becoming rougher as she sings.

Even though it is a cheerful song, the lyrics of the song are seeping out as if sobbing, unlike the mood of the song.

It seemed that Mom’s singing was further doubling Siwoo’s excitement.

**

Although she clearly looked uncomfortable, it seemed that Mom had lost her will to resist Siwoo from some point on.

Siwoo thinks that even if the situation inside were to be seen from the outside through the glass door, it would not be easy for outsiders to recognize and understand the brazen game that he and Mom are playing.

Siwoo now decides to molest Mom in earnest.

Siwoo shifts his position slightly to the side and takes a seat directly behind Mom.

A position where he can see the comical back view of Mom, standing with clothes wedged in her butt, head-on.

Siwoo grabs Mom’s hips on both sides, standing in front, and pulls her closer to himself.

Mom’s body was pulled towards where Siwoo was sitting with almost no resistance.

Siwoo lowered his hands placed on Mom’s hips.

Siwoo’s hand passes over Mom’s fleshy butt as if crushing and stroking it.

Siwoo’s hand goes beyond the t-shirt covering Mom’s body and goes down to touch her bare thighs.

Siwoo puts his hand on the inside of her smooth thigh to see if he can reach the inside.

Mom’s smooth lubricant is smeared on Siwoo’s hand.

A transparent liquid, soaking the inside of her thigh and flowing down below the knee.

Looking closely, Mom’s lubricant continued down her calves to her ankles, reflecting the colorful karaoke room lights.

Siwoo’s penis was now pushing wildly against the front of his pants and top as if it would tear through his clothes and burst out at any moment, longing for liberation.