Chapter 47 – Episode 47 – [Side Story] Jeong in-Ae – Mother’s Denial (1)
For several years, I soothed my increasingly strong sexual urges with masturbation. And as my husband entered his mid-30s, his sexual ability became worse than before. After going through a few situations where he couldn’t have sex because he couldn’t get an erection, he seemed to have lost confidence and even refused to sleep with me even when I tempted him. When I was still 33 years old, it became increasingly difficult to suppress my sexual desires.
Now, as they entered the upper grades of elementary school, I did not show it at all in front of my children, who were gradually starting to show interest in sex, but at night, I would stroke my husband’s lower body and beg him to touch my body, and when my husband turned around in frustration and refused, I couldn’t sleep. I would wait until I woke up and then sit on the restroom and secretly masturbate.
Whenever I masturbated, I imagined nice men other than my husband in my head. However, that was only a realm of imagination, and the thought of actually having sex with another man was something that was impossible for me until then. Because it felt like a terrible betrayal to my husband and children and an unforgivable sin.
But after not having sex for almost half a year, I became increasingly irritated. Although I rarely showed it in front of my children, there were many times when I got annoyed with my husband. I couldn’t figure out how to appease this fire that seemed to be boiling inside my chest.
And in the end, something happened when the trigger was pulled.
That was the day my husband said he would meet his friends for dinner.
Coincidentally, her older sister, who she was close with when we were learning hairdressing together in the past, had expressed her desire to see her children, so she went to her house with her children, had dinner, and was on her way back home. It was
The sun had already set, and it was dark, and after lining up for a long time with whining children, there were only three seats left on the bus. There were two seats next to each other and one seat right next to each other. The children were already too big to hold and ride, so they sat in the seats next to each other and I sat in the empty seat next to them. Sitting next to me was a man who looked like a college student. As soon as I sat down, I quieted my daughter Su-ah and her son Won-joong, who were bickering.
Su-ah, now in 5th grade, grew faster than her friends. She was tall, and her breasts were as big as those of most adult women. But she was still mentally immature. Although she did not seem to be good at studying, she had many friends due to her bright personality.
My one year younger son, Wonjoong, was calm and well-behaved. There were many times when I felt embarrassed because he seemed more mature than me, his mother. In contrast to Su-ah, she was very good at studying, so her husband and I were betting everything on our son’s future.
The children who had been sitting quietly had already fallen asleep. As I looked at the children sleeping like angels, a smile automatically spread across my face.
But then, the young man sitting next to me was tossing and turning, and his hand gently touched the side of my buttocks. It was a brief moment, but I reflexively tensed up because it was a slightly unnatural position for his hand to reach.
Because it was the day I met her sister for the first time in a long time, I was dressing up to my fullest that day. She paid more attention to her makeup and hair than usual and was wearing a slightly short dress. She was wearing black stockings, and the skirt was showing slightly above her knees.
For some reason, I felt like the man sitting next to me was looking at my legs, so I took off the jacket I was wearing and covered my legs like a blanket. But as soon as I took off my clothes, I realized that it was a mistake and that I was actually provoking the man. Because it was a dress without sleeves, the bare skin of the arms was exposed when the jacket was taken off, and since it was summer and the man had short sleeves, the bare skin of both arms were directly touching.
I tried to avoid contact by leaning closer to the children, but strangely enough, our skin kept touching. It was clear that the man was leaning towards me intentionally. However, I did not have the courage to protest to the man in a quiet bus, when we had to sit together for more than 30 minutes.
And the man seemed to sense that from my reaction.
The back of the man’s hand lightly touched my thigh, as if by mistake. I flinched but didn’t react in any particular way. The man tapped my leg with the back of his hand a few more times, and when I didn’t respond, he must have gained courage, and now he put his hand on my leg and stayed still. Even though he had a jacket over his legs, it was clear that he was intentional in keeping his hand still while touching the woman’s leg.
Was it fear or excitement? My heart was pounding violently, and my face was flushed. This man was clearly lusting after my body.
But my young daughter and son were right next to me. I didn’t want the children to discover my mother’s indecent behavior.
The back of the man’s hand, which had been standing still, slowly moved to stroke his leg, then lifted his jacket and came inside. Covering my legs with my jacket was clearly a mistake. Now that the man knows that I won’t resist, he can play with his hands to his heart’s content in the hidden area.
Even if I didn’t protest out loud, I might have been able to shake off his touch with my hand. Maybe from the moment I took off my jacket and covered my legs, I already knew this would happen and went along with his actions.
The man’s hands now began to roam freely in that secret space. She slowly stroked and felt his thighs over the stockings, then pushed up her skirt little by little and dug inside. When I massaged the inside of my thighs, I even spread my legs slightly.
The man whispered in my ear in a low voice.
“Are you okay too?”
When the rude and insulting tone of a man who seemed to be ten years younger than me and his deep excited breath reached my ear, I felt a shiver run through my body and the feeling as if a hole in my lower body had opened and all the liquid inside my body was flowing out. . If my husband had tormented me and trampled on me like this. If only he would pound my hole.
The man’s hands became even more aggressive, as if he was convinced that I was excited. He touched the bare skin between the panties and stockings and finally started rubbing over the vagina.
I held back so as not to be seen by others, but the truth was that I wanted to climb on top of the man’s body and kiss him roughly. But I just stayed still, feeling his touch, with my eyes fixed on the sleeping children. I felt guilty looking at the children’s faces. I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry that my mom is such a dirty woman.
His fingers dug into the crevice of her pussy with increasing force. My breathing and his were becoming increasingly rough. However, most people in the dark car were either sleeping or looking out the window, and no one could hear our breathing as it was drowned out by the sound of the engine and tires.
His other hand went under the dress towards the armpit and reached inside the bra and grabbed my breast. My lips parted with a thrilling sense of pleasure.
“You’re such a big red lady.”
The man whispered in my ear again.
Now his body was completely glued to me. Even so, I pushed his body with my hand, thinking that at this rate, the children would be able to see it when they opened their eyes. The man removed his hand from my chest and grabbed my hand, pulling it towards his groin. I felt something hard on my pants.
A mother touching a man’s genitals next to her children. At the same time that guilt and shame overtook me, her heart beat faster. Even though the man let go of my hand, I couldn’t take his hand off his penis. He leaned back in the chair and put his hand inside my panties. As soon as his fingers touched the clitoris, I strongly grabbed his penis, the outline of which could be clearly felt even through his pants.
He slowly rubbed his finger over my clitoris and the crack beneath it, and with his other hand, he slowly unzipped my pants so no one could hear, then grabbed my hand and pushed it into his panties.
A lump of hot, hard flesh was caught in my hand. It was something that was incomparably bigger than her husband’s, and it was something I had been longing to have inside my body for the past few months. It was heated with lust and excitement and was pulsing strongly.
His finger entered my vagina. My area was already so wet that it was easy for a man to invade. As I accepted another man’s body inside me for the first time after marriage, I began massaging his penis.
So we caressed each other’s private parts in silent excitement. Hot water was constantly flowing out of my place and down my buttocks, and a slippery liquid was also flowing out of his penis.
And suddenly his fingers began to move roughly, and the penis in his hand became harder and hotter. The situation is imminent. I expected hot liquid to drip onto my hands. But he was bolder than I expected.
He suddenly took my hand out of his pants, took his penis out of his pants, grabbed the back of my neck with his other hand, and pulled me roughly. I was embarrassed and had no choice but to follow his lead. I felt like other people would notice if I resisted.
Realizing what his intention was, I opened my mouth and took his towering penis into my mouth. As soon as it entered my mouth, hot and sticky liquid began to spurt out from the tip of the glans and hit my throat. I held my penis tightly to prevent semen from flowing out and swallowed all the liquid.
The man who had been holding my head for a long time even after ejaculating finally let go of his head, and I wiped his lips with my hand and raised his upper body. Only then could I see the man’s face. The man’s red face was full of satisfaction. I ignored his loving gaze on my face and turned my head towards the children. And then I made eye contact with my son Wonjoong, who was looking at me with sleepy eyes.
