Chapter 2: Mom and Dad in the Studio Apartment (18+)

Chapter 2: Mom and Dad in the Studio Apartment 

As I mentioned earlier, the age difference between my mom and me is only 14 years. 

So what about my biological father who got her pregnant...? 

He was just a neighborhood boy one year older than her. 

The problem was... my biological father was also quite a messed up person, which was the first and biggest reason our family fell apart. 

I won't say that my mom, who got pregnant at such a young age, was an innocent girl. 

In fact, even though she was my biological mother... she was a wild girl. What you'd call a "bad girl" or delinquent. 

And the biological father who got this wild mom pregnant was a cliché - the popular senior delinquent at the same school and the neighborhood thug. 

His name was Kang Tae-gu. Though he's my biological father, he was fundamentally a complete thug by nature. Mom only confirmed the pregnancy at 5 months. Her belly swelled rapidly since she was carrying me and my twin sister, but she was in denial until finally confirming it at 5 months. 

Abortion? Not possible. 

What did our father Kang Tae-gu, who was in shock, do to prepare for fatherhood? 

The answer was "going to juvenile detention." Well, he didn't go there on purpose, but for severely injuring a kid he was extorting money from. In any case, he abandoned the mother carrying his child as a single mom and began his fun juvenile detention tour. 

You can probably guess what kind of person he was. After bouncing around juvenile detention centers, he was finally released and thrown into society as a middle school dropout, soon becoming an adult. 

An ex-con middle school dropout. Body covered in tattoos. Could he have gotten a normal job? As they say, old habits die hard - he barely scraped by doing all sorts of thuggish things, then apparently remembered the wild girl he had gotten pregnant before and decided to look her up. 

Well... 

Of course, birds of a feather flock together. My mom was also in shock after giving birth to twins, a boy and a girl, at such a young age. My grandparents took care of us twins so she somehow managed to attend middle school, but after my grandmother passed away from diabetes complications, there was no solution. She dropped out of high school. 

She was a typical hopeless person with no skills except for her pretty face and extremely arousing lower body, which was her only animalistic advantage. You're asking if she's really my mom? It's true, but what can I do about it? 

So the young mom just mooched off my aging grandfather while lazing around, until she reunited with the biological father of us twins. 

When mom became an adult, she did manage to get a small basement studio apartment and live independently. My grandfather couldn't handle raising kids at his age anymore, so he gave her a tiny bit of money to start out and practically kicked her out. (I know this because dad would curse out his "father-in-law" and fight with mom every time he drank.) 

Two hopeless people raising boy-girl twins in a basement studio apartment. Readers who had normal, wholesome school lives in middle-class families probably can't even imagine that people living such depressing bottom-of-the-barrel lives actually exist, but they certainly do. 

So here's a quiz. 

Would a morally deficient thug like our dad stop having sex just because his young son who can already walk and talk is awake? Unfortunately for me, the answer was no. 

"Haa... haa... Ah! Oh, oppa, Hyeonseong woke up... anh...!" 

"Huff... huff... So what if he woke up?" 

Even to my young, innocent self, it was a lewd sight. Though I had no knowledge of sex, I vaguely sensed even at that young age that the two of them were doing "something shameful that others shouldn't see." That's why although everyday memories like my elementary school teacher's name or my best friend's name have faded, that memory remains vividly etched in a corner of my brain. 

Well, I suppose it's somewhat understandable. 

Since it was a studio apartment, our family of 4 had to sleep pressed up against each other in the same room anyway. Mom and dad, former delinquents who had been living wild until just a few years ago. Now adults in their sexual prime, you can't expect them to hold back their urges just because their kids are sleeping next to them. 

So I guess it was only natural that dad climbed on top of mom in the middle of the night while we were sleeping and started roughly having sex with her. 

"....." 

"Oppa...! Hyeonseong woke up... Ah...! Ah!" 

But... even though he noticed me waking up and staring at mom and dad while rubbing my eyes, dad didn't stop. 

Instead, he pinned down mom's wrists with his strong grip as she tried to cover herself in embarrassment, then proceeded to violate her like he was raping her right in front of me. 

Squelch... squelch... squelch! 

"Haa... haa..." 

"Aaahk... ack! Ah! Ah! It's too deep... aah!" 

"Fuck... your pussy is so fucking tight, you bitch..." 

Naturally, dad - Mr. Kang Tae-gu - was a violent man who often hit mom. He'd hit her when drunk and even when sober. Physical abuse was a daily occurrence. 

True to her hopeless nature, mom remained dependent on dad despite the frequent abuse. Both mentally and physically. She never opposed anything dad did and just submitted. 

And that submission was likely not unrelated to how incredibly sexually compatible dad and mom were. Dad was violent, and mom... as I realized later, was quite a strong masochist. 

Being tied up and restrained, that is, being passively fucked by a man and feeling intense pleasure from it - a submissive. Getting aroused by harsh insults and verbal degradation - a degradee. Anyway, when a woman with those kinds of tendencies met a man with strong sadistic tendencies... their sexual compatibility was off the charts. 

So even while being violated like she was being raped right in front of her son who had woken up and was openly watching, or rather, precisely because of that situation, mom - Ms. Shin Na-yeon - got even more aroused, dripping wet as she climaxed in front of her son. 

That was my first live viewing of sex... and of course, it wasn't the last. 

You can probably imagine what the atmosphere in our home was like. 

It's a bit embarrassing, but dad seemed to get some kind of conquering feeling from fucking mom in front of me. Even as I grew older and started to understand a bit about sex, knowing full well I was peeking from the side, he would fuck mom every night as soon as the lights went out. 

And perhaps because she got even more aroused by being violated like she was being raped in front of her son, mom also got turned on easily, unable to hold back her moans as she howled like an animal, enjoying mating with dad. 

"....." 

Every time they did it, I would pretend to be asleep under the blanket, but... even though I was still a child who didn't properly understand sexual desire, I was drawn by instinctive curiosity to secretly peek. Usually they would at least wait until we had fallen asleep for a while before starting, but... 

One night, after having a few drinks, dad seemed to have lost even the tiniest shred of self-control. Like a dog in heat, he threw off all the blankets and pounced on mom's naked body. 

"Hey. Let's do it from behind." 

"From behind? That's a bit... the kids are here." 

"Who cares at this point. Don't fucking talk back, you crazy bitch, just spread your ass." 

"...Fine. Why are you cursing?" 

Given their background... my parents, especially dad, had extremely crude language. 

If they had cared even 1% about proper home education, they wouldn't have used such vulgar words in front of the kids. Of course, they may have thought we were asleep, but at least I was awake. 

And even with the children sleeping right next to them, mom got on all fours as dad ordered, raising her hips high and wiggling her ass in front of dad's dick. Even at my young age, it was such a lewd pose that the word "bitch" immediately came to mind. 

It's unfilial of me as a son to openly say this, but... what goes around comes around. My home education was so messed up that I couldn't feel that kind of noble filial piety towards my parents either. 

"Ah fuck... your ass is so fucking huge." 

Dad, or rather Mr. Kang Tae-gu, probably never thought of mom as his "wife" in the normal sense from the beginning. Just... 

A "cum dumpster"? He seemed to view her as a tool he could stick his dick in and get off with whenever he was horny... no, even looking back now as an adult, that was clearly the case. In fact, they weren't even legally married, just living together. 

Otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately fucked her while talking so crudely like he was raping her in front of his son. Treating her roughly like a sex toy. 

But mom also didn't seem to have normal marital affection from the start. If anything, she seemed aroused by being treated like a sex toy. Looking back later, both mom and dad seemed more like fuck buddies than a normal married couple at that time. 

"Aahh... oppa... fuck me like a dog... anh!" 

Mom getting fucked doggy style like a dog. Since I was sleeping next to them, I turned my head slightly and saw mom's side profile as she was on all fours. 

Huff... huff... huff... 

The breathless panting coming from right next to me. 

Squelch, squelch... 

The wet sounds of a dick plunging into a pussy dripping with juices. 

Jiggle, jiggle. Mom's breasts, the ones I used to suckle, were sagging slightly from their weight, swinging like pendulums. Though the room was dark with the lights off, the moonlight was bright enough that I could see them swaying quite clearly. 

"Ah anh... it feels good... I'm going crazy, oppa... hnngh" 

"Hoo... hoo... Your pussy is twitching while getting fucked in front of your son? Huh?" 

"Hnng... don't... don't say things like that..." 

Smack! 

Perhaps annoyed by her token resistance, or maybe just because he found it fun. 

Dad slapped mom's large ass with his palm, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. Then he growled in her ear: 

"Hey. Are you talking back? You wanna die?" 

"Urgh... n-no... I'm s-sorry... anh!" 

Dad deliberately grabbed and squeezed mom's 70E cup tits hard with one hand as if punishing her. 

Drip... drip... 

Though she had stopped breastfeeding long ago, milk still leaked a bit from mom's udders even then. 

"Anh... it hurts..." 

"Don't talk back, you fucking bitch. Got it?" 

"Ungh... o-okay..." 

"Fucking bitch, I'll kill you" 

After whispering that in mom's ear, dad lowered his right hand that was gripping mom's hair and shoved her head down onto the floor. 

Then 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! 

"Ah! Ah! Aaahk!" 

He pounded into her deep, fast and hard, the tip of his long dick reaching all the way to mom's cervix. I still vividly remember the sound of flesh slapping against flesh that echoed through the room then. Mom's moans at the time were partly cries of pain, but mixed in were animalistic groans of sticky, deep pleasure. 

Now that I'm an adult, I can intellectually understand that even that kind of violent form of sex is just a matter of personal taste... but to my young self back then, it was all such a strange and bizarre scene. 

I guess you could say I received my sex education through live porn.