Chapter 46 – Episode 46 – [Side Story] Jeong in-Ae – Mother’s Dissatisfaction
After that, I became closer to Honggu. We met secretly at my house or his house during the day when my father was away.
He was two years older than me and had no family to rely on as his parents had died early, and he was working second shift at the factory.
He was a person who had nothing to show off, but was pure and warm.
Soon we got married, and I found out I was pregnant.
Now there was only one choice.
I had no intention of getting rid of the child, and I didn’t think my father would allow me to get married.
Even if the marriage was allowed, there was no way they could lead a normal married life.
Then all you have to do is run away.
But will Mr. Honggu understand my situation?
Wouldn’t they abandon me if they knew that I was a prostitute who had been defiled by my own father and countless men?
I was afraid, but I decided that if I was abandoned, I would run away and raise my child alone.
This is because I did not want the child to be influenced by his father.
Mr. Honggu, who heard my story at his house, naturally looked extremely shocked.
When I heard that I was having a child, I was overjoyed, but after I heard about whom the father was, what he had done to me, and that I had to run away to separate my father from the child, I couldn’t say anything and looked even more lost. I couldn’t continue the conversation any longer, so I just had to return home that day.
I thought I lost him. Honestly, I thought that even if I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t live with a bitch like me.
But a few days later he came to me and asked me to run away with him.
He said he knew someone in Seoul who was planning to quit his job there and start driving a taxi there, and he asked me to come and live with him.
All I could do was cry and nod my head.
After some time, my husband and I left for Seoul together.
Both of them had only one bag.
I was scared, but I felt like I could get through anything with this man next to me.
With the money Honggu had saved, he found a small monthly rented room and registered his marriage.
I couldn’t have the wedding I dreamed of and couldn’t go on a honeymoon, but I was still happy.
As I said, my husband started working as a taxi driver with the help of an acquaintance.
Then our daughter was born, and a year later our son was born.
My husband’s income was barely enough for our family of four, but we were still happy.
I spent my twenties hectic raising young children, and when I reached my thirties, I again encountered the shadow that my father had left behind for me.
After both children entered elementary school, I thought I should work as I had some free time.
This is because it was becoming more and more difficult to raise two children with only my husband’s income.
What I chose was a hairdresser.
I went to an academy, got a license, and gained experience by working at a beauty salon for a salary.
It was a new challenge for me, who had only known how to do housework.
It was my first time learning something since I graduated from middle school, so I enjoyed every day.
And finally, I was able to open a small store near my house, and once I became established, I was able to earn enough income to maintain the store, although it wasn’t a lot of money.
My husband did not have a very strong sexual desire.
Even on the rare occasions when I had sex, I didn’t feel any special pleasure.
My husband didn’t try many different actions or positions, and most of the time he just inserted it in the normal position and ejaculated within a few minutes.
There were times when I wanted my husband to do more, but I didn’t say anything because I was afraid that if I talked about it, he would feel intimidated, and I would be seen as a woman who reveals myself.
Since he knew that I had sold my body before marriage, I think I acted more indifferent about sex than I actually was.
Above all, we were always exhausted, my husband from work and me from raising children.
At night, I usually fell asleep in my husband’s arms while talking about what happened that day, and sometimes when we had sex, I thought I was happy just by feeling his body heat and looking into his eyes.
One day, a male customer came to the store.
He seemed to be in his mid-30s, had a manly handsome face and was tall.
Because it was summer, he was wearing short-sleeved clothes, but his forearms exposed through his clothes had thick muscles and were tanned black by the sun.
He asked me to just trim his regular sports hair to a reasonable level.
Just by looking at him, he was a person who worked hard.
The first day my father sold my body to other men for money, I thought of Yunhyeong, one of the two men who raped me.
I tried to focus on work and tried to shake off the shameful and terrible memories that came to mind, but for some reason, my body was getting hot.
The man was looking at me in the mirror the whole time he was getting his hair cut.
I could tell intuitively by looking into those eyes. These are the eyes of a predator looking at its prey, something I have always seen since I was young.
These were not the eyes of gentle men like my husband, but the eyes of a carnivore.
Sure enough, he started talking to me.
It started with a compliment that she was beautiful, followed by obvious questions such as how old she was, she didn’t look her age at all, were she married, etc.
This wasn’t the first male customer to ask such a question, so I responded appropriately and focused on shaving my head.
After the haircut, it was time to shampoo.
He sat the man on a chair, covered his eyes with a towel, and began to wash his hair.
This is something I do several times a day, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the customer’s body while shampooing.
His upper body, full of strength and masculinity, and the faint scent of a man emanating from him made my heart pound.
And crucially, the middle part of the black shorts was bulging.
It didn’t seem like he had an erection, but still, seeing the male symbol clearly showing his presence made her heart pound strangely.
Even after the guest left, her heart did not calm down.
Usually, the store closed around dinner time, and most of the time, my two children were waiting for me when I got home, but that day, I was so depressed that I couldn’t stay in the store, so I closed early and went home.
I lay down in bed alone in a house with no one around and tried to sleep.
I felt like this nausea would subside when I woke up.
But I couldn’t sleep, and my heart kept pounding.
There is something else you want to do now. Go ahead and do it. Satisfy me.
It felt like my body kept telling me that.
I put my hand between my legs.
The moment she clutched her groin, a shiver ran through her entire body.
“Honey…”
I groaned alone and imagined my husband in my head.
As she massaged her breasts and genitals, she thought it was her husband’s hands.
I couldn’t take off my clothes for fear that the children might come in, so I put my hand into my panties.
It was my first time masturbating since I lived with my father and masturbated in the shower alone every day.
When I touched the clitoris with my finger, strength naturally entered my body.
“Honey… Please…”
I imagined sex with my husband while stimulating my clitoris more and more strongly.
His hands kneaded my body and his lips went over every inch of my skin.
The husband in my imagination was a rough and strong man, completely different from my husband in reality.
And before I knew it, my husband’s face and body had changed to that of the guest from before.
There was a voice screaming in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t be like this, that I was betraying my husband, but the flames on my body were getting hotter and the movements of my hands caressing my genitals were getting faster and faster.
He ran at me in the beauty salon, ripped off my clothes, hugged my body with his strong arms, and kissed me.
His big hands were kneading her buttocks as if they were going to burst, and his lips were sucking her breasts.
And when he finally pulled down his panties, his hard penis with bulging veins was revealed, giving off a strong masculine scent. He made me lie down facing the mirror and shoved the weapon inside my body.
Then he grabbed my hair and made me look in the mirror and started moving roughly.
My face reflected in the mirror was distorted with pleasure, and my big breasts were bouncing.
The man is looking down at me and smiling with satisfaction.
The upper body, with its massive chest muscles and clear abs, was wet and shiny with sweat.
The large penis was tearing into my mother, a mother of two, and finally exploded inside my vagina, spraying a huge amount of semen into her womb.
I also reached climax together, shaking my butt like crazy.
When I came to my senses, I was lying on my side on the bed, my whole body soaked in sweat, with my hands between my legs.
In a little while, it was time for the kids to come. After a little while, my husband will come too.
I thought of the faces of my caring and kind husband and my two bright and innocent children.
And I was so ashamed of my dirty appearance as their wife and mother that I sobbed alone and promised that something like this would never happen again.
That night, I secretly caressed my husband’s body and seduced him, and he gave me sex ‘sincerely’ as always, but my desires were not satisfied at all.
And a few days later, I ended up masturbating alone again while taking a shower. The unmet needs were becoming stronger.
