Trigger Warning : This stories theme were contained with Step-incest, Step Mother-Son, Step Father-daughter.
Type: One shot.
[stepmother] [Stepdaughter]
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Look at doctor Sung Jinwoo, isn't he handsome and charismatic. I heard he was very popular among the doctors in the hospital, handsome and smart, the type of husband you want.
It's a pity that he just married a Japanese woman, Minatozaki Sana, His wife is so beautiful, a famous fashionista and has a large number of followers on social media. Even though she already has two children but her body shape curves hourglass, I even heard that she is a fashion model.
You know his eldest son, Sung Suho, isn't athletic and I heard he was selected as a basketball captain at his high school. Didn't his team win the gold climb thanks to his role as team captain.
Her stepdaughter is also beautiful as an angel, her name is Sullyoon, isn't it. I heard that she is the most outstanding female student in the academic field at school, always ranked first and is a representative of the science competition at her school.
That's what everyone who knows Jinwoo's family says but they don't know what it really is....
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The cake sat in the center of the dining table, its frosting gleaming under the dimmed chandelier.
"Happy Family Anniversary" looped across the surface in elegant cursive, the letters slightly smudged where Sana's fingertip had swiped through the icing earlier—testing the sweetness, she'd claimed, though the hungry flicker in her eyes suggested something else entirely. Jinwoo adjusted his glasses, watching as Sullyoon traced the edge of the cake knife with deliberate slowness, her usual academic precision replaced by something far less clinical.
Suho leaned back in his chair, the basketball captain's jersey stretched tight across his shoulders.
"Shouldn't we cut it already?" he asked, but the way his gaze lingered on Sana's lips betrayed his impatience for something other than dessert.
Jinwoo cleared his throat, loosening his tie as the air thickened—not from the summer heat, but from the unspoken tension coiling between them.
The cake wasn't celebrating twelve years of marriage. It marked twelve months since they'd stopped pretending this was a normal family.
Sullyoon's laughter rang like wind chimes as she settled onto Jinwoo's lap, her school skirt riding up just enough to reveal the lace trim of her thigh-highs.
"Let me feed you, daddy," she murmured, pressing the forkful of cake toward his lips with an exaggerated pout.
The sweetness exploded on his tongue—vanilla layered with something darker, like the way her hips shifted ever so slightly when his fingers dug into the plush curve of her ass. Neither of them acknowledged the touch; Sullyoon merely tilted her head, strands of hair brushing his cheek as she asked.
"Delicious , right?"
Jinwoo nodded as swallowed another bite of cake, the sugar turning cloying as Sullyoon squirmed in his lap—whether from discomfort or encouragement, he couldn't tell, and the ambiguity sent a thrill down his spine. His thumb hooked under the waistband of her panties, the pad grazing warm skin.
Across the table, Sana cradled Suho's head in her lap, her manicured nails trailing idle patterns along his jawline. The basketball captain's jersey had ridden up, revealing a strip of toned abdomen as he leaned into her touch, his lips parting obediently when Sana pressed a bite of cake between them.
"Is it delicious , baby?" she murmured, thumb swiping a fleck of frosting from his lower lip.
Suho's answering groan vibrated against her thigh, his fingers tightening around the hem of her silk slip dress. The fabric slid higher, baring the smooth expanse of her legs, but neither of them glanced at Jinwoo—no hesitation, no guilt, just the quiet certainty of shared rituals.
Sullyoon exhaled sharply against Jinwoo's collar, her breath warm as she twisted to watch the scene.
"Mom's being greedy again," she whispered, nipping at his earlobe with sudden teeth. Her hand guided his deeper beneath her skirt, the lace of her panties already damp beneath his fingertips.
"She knows Suho can't resist her cakes."
The double entendre curled like smoke between them, underscored by the wet sound of Suho sucking Sana's fingers clean. Jinwoo's pulse stuttered—not from shock, but from the familiar ache of watching his family slot together in ways that should've fractured them.
After a years marriage, actually Jinwoo and Sana have no interest in each other, for one reason, not my type.
Instead, Jinwoo is more attracted to Sullyoon, Sana's daughter. Cheerful and spoiled girl.
Jinwoo remembered the first time he met Sullyoon—how her gaze had skittered away from his like a spooked deer, how her fingers had twisted the hem of her school blouse into wrinkled knots. He’d pretended not to notice the way her cheeks pinkened when he reached across the table for the salt shaker, how her breath hitched when their fingers brushed. Later, he’d lie awake replaying that accidental contact, the phantom warmth of her skin lingering on his fingertips like a brand.
Meanwhile, Sana prefers the type of young man who is full of enthusiasm, confidence and athleticism. That's what Sana found in the figure of Sung Suho.
Sana remembered the first time she met Suho—really met him—with the kind of clarity that made her fingertips tingle even now. Jinwoo had been fussing with his watch, lips pursed in that tight-lipped disapproval he reserved for tardiness, when the café door swung open with a gust of summer heat. Suho stood there, his basketball jersey clinging to his chest in damp patches, hair plastered to his forehead from whatever impulsive sprint had brought him here late.
"Sorry," he'd panted, flashing a grin so bright it should've come with a warning label. The apology was perfunctory; his eyes, though—those locked onto Sana with an intensity that made her stir her iced coffee three times too many. The straw clinked against the glass like a nervous metronome.
Jinwoo had known from the start that Sana wasn’t the kind of woman who would ever fit neatly into the role of a demure housewife—not that he’d wanted one. Likewise Sana, also doesn't like Jinwoo's rigid style.
It wasn’t disliked; it was something closer to mutual recognition, two predators circling each other without ever bothering to clash. He’d married her for convenience, a tidy arrangement that gave them both social legitimacy while leaving their real desires untouched.
The wedding had been a masterclass in plausible deniability—peonies arranged just so to obscure the way Sana's fingers lingered on Suho's bicep when they posed for family photos, the cut of Jinwoo's tuxedo jacket hiding how his palm slid beneath Sullyoon's bridesmaid dress during the first dance. The guests sighed over the blended family's picture-perfect harmony, never questioning why the newlyweds exchanged rings with more ceremony than a kiss.
Later, when the hotel suite door clicked shut behind them, Jinwoo loosened his tie with one hand while the other tugged Sullyoon into the adjoining bedroom by her sash.
"You looked beautiful today," he murmured against the shell of her ear, savoring the way her pulse fluttered under his lips like a trapped bird.
The chiffon of her dress pooled around her ankles with a whisper, and for once, the straight-A student had no clever retort—just a gasp when his teeth found the sensitive spot below her jaw.
In the suite's main bedroom, Sana perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, her wedding gown unzipped to the small of her back. Suho hovered near the minibar, cracking open a soda can with excessive force, the fizz echoing his nervous energy.
"You don't have to pretend with me," Sana said, peeling off one satin glove with her teeth.
The deliberate slowness of the gesture made Suho's throat bob—she'd practiced that move in the mirror for weeks, timing it to the exact second his resolve would fray. His basketball captain's discipline crumpled when she hooked a finger into the waistband of his slacks, pulling him closer with a laugh that vibrated against his collarbone.
"All those trophies," she mused, "and you're still scared of little old me?”
Present day.
The king-size bed creaked under their combined weight as Father and son seemed to be waiting for something that made them impatient.
The bathroom door remained stubbornly closed, the faint sound of giggles and rustling fabric slipping through the gap like a promise. Jinwoo adjusted his glasses, the lenses fogging slightly from the steam curling beneath the doorframe.
"They're taking longer than usual," Suho, remarked.
“Just wait it, Son”, The father pointed to the direction of his glasses.
The bathroom lock clicked open with theatrical slowness. Sana emerged first, her hips swaying with the practiced ease of a runway model—except no fashion week had ever featured lingerie this deliberately indecent. The pastel pink straps of her teddy clung to her curves like a second skin, the lace barely containing the swell of her breasts as she paused at the foot of the bed.
"Happy anniversary, boys," she purred, dragging a manicured nail down Suho's skin. The basketball captain's breath hitched audibly, his fingers digging into the sheets as Sana climbed onto the mattress with feline grace, her knees bracketing his hips.
Sullyoon's entrance was quieter but no less devastating. She hovered in the doorway, her white chemise translucent under the bedroom lights, the shadow of her nipples visible through the fabric as she bit her lower lip in faux shyness. Jinwoo's throat went dry. She'd worn her hair down tonight—a rare deviation from her usual schoolgirl ponytail—and the dark waves framed her face like a Renaissance painting gone deliciously wrong.
"Daddy," she murmured, padding toward him with bare feet, "Do I look hot and sexy enough for you, tonight ?" The question was a blade wrapped in silk, a reminder of all the times he'd called her his little girl while his hands taught her otherwise.
Jinwoo’s fingers twitched against Sullyoon’s thigh, the lace of her panties damp beneath his touch as if she’d been waiting for this all evening—maybe longer. Her breath hitched when his thumb slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the crease where her leg met her hip with deliberate slowness.
"You're so beautiful, princess," Jinwoo murmured against Sullyoon's jaw, his breath warm where it ghosted over the rapid flutter of her pulse.
The endearment made her squirm—not from discomfort, but from the way it coiled heat low in her belly, the contradiction of being called childish while his fingers mapped the adult curves beneath her chemise. When she opened her mouth to protest, Jinwoo swallowed the words with a kiss that started slow, almost chaste, until the tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips and she gasped into his mouth.
The aggression came not in force but in persistence—the way Jinwoo's hands slid from her hips to her waist, then higher, as if cataloging every inch of her. Sullyoon arched into the touch, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer, nails scraping his scalp when his thumb finally brushed the peaked hardness of her nipple through the sheer fabric. The sound she made was half whimper, half moan, swallowed by Jinwoo's mouth as he deepened the kiss, his teeth catching her lower lip in a way that sent sparks down her spine.
Looks like the shy princess has started to get bold," Suho drawled from across the room, his voice dripping with amusement as Sullyoon's fingers twisted tighter in Jinwoo's hair.
She broke the kiss just long enough to shoot him a glare sharp enough to carve glass, her chest heaving against Jinwoo's in a way that made Suho's smirk widen. Then she was surging back into Jinwoo's mouth with a hunger that left no room for hesitation—tongue tangling with his, teeth nipping at his lower lip like she wanted to devour him whole.
Sana caught Suho's chin between her fingers, tilting his face up to hers with effortless dominance.
"Let your little sister have fun with your father," she murmured, her thumb brushing over his parted lips before she dragged it downward, tracing the column of his throat.
"Let's both enjoy ourselves."
The command was velvet-wrapped steel, and Suho shuddered as she guided his head against the plush swell of her chest, the lace of her teddy scratching deliciously against his flushed cheeks. He inhaled sharply—vanilla and something darker, the scent of her skin layered with the musk of want—before Sana's fingers carded through his hair, holding him there as she arched into his mouth.
Suho's fingers trembled against the clasp of Sana's teddy—not from inexperience, but from the way her smirk dared him to fumble. The pink straps fell away with a whisper, her breasts spilling into his palms like overripe fruit, still warm from the heat between them. Moonlight caught the light flush spreading across her skin, the pink of her nipples darkening as Suho's thumbs circled them with worshipful slowness.
"Look at you," Sana breathed, arching into his touch with a roll of her hips that made the mattress creak. "My greedy little athlete."
The first lick was tentative, Suho's tongue darting out to trace the stiff peak before he sealed his mouth over it with a groan that vibrated against her flesh. Sana's fingers fisted in his hair, holding him there as he suckled with the single-minded intensity of a starving man—teeth grazing, lips pursing around the areola until her back bowed off the bed.
"Urgh... You love it, dear," she gasped, her other hand guiding his head to her neglected breast. "Your stepmother's breasts taste better than any trophy, don't they?"
Suho lifted his head just enough to pant, "Yes, Mom," before diving back in, his lips glistening with her arousal as he switched sides.
"Your tits are so soft and fluffy", that turned pain into pleasure, the angle of his tongue that made her thighs clamp around his hips.
Meanwhile Jinwoo's fingers moved with the precision of a surgeon—slow, deliberate strokes that made Sullyoon's breath stutter against his collarbone. The lace of her panties had long since been pushed aside, the fabric damp where it pressed against his wrist as he curled two fingers inside her, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit in lazy circles.
"Urgh... Daddy, your fingers are inside me..." Sullyoon gasped, her hips jerking into his touch like a marionette whose strings had been tugged too hard. Her chemise rode up around her waist, the sheer fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin as she arched against him.
"I like that... Oh god."
Jinwoo grinned against the flutter of her pulse, his teeth scraping the delicate skin of her shoulder blade before soothing the sting with his tongue.
"You're too wet for dad, princess," he murmured, the words hot against her ear as his thumb circled faster, the pad rubbing rough over her swollen clit.
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The wet echoed obscenely through the bedroom, syncopated with the creak of mattress springs as Sana bobbed her head with the practiced rhythm of a woman who'd rehearsed this in mirrors.
Her lips stretched obscenely around Suho's cock, the pink lace straps of her discarded teddy still draped over one shoulder like a fallen banner of surrender. Suho's fingers clenched in her hair—not pulling, just anchoring himself as his hips jerked involuntarily, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat before she swallowed him down again with a hum that vibrated along his length.
"Urgh... Fuck... Mom," he gasped, the honorific twisting into something filthy as her tongue curled under his shaft, "your mouth feels so awesome around my cock."
The compliment dripped from his lips like the spit slicking her chin.
Sana smiled around the thick length filling her mouth, her lips stretched taut as Suho's cock bumped against the back of her throat—not a flinch, not a gag, just the deliberate press of his swollen tip against the tight ring of muscle before she swallowed him down deeper. The sound he made was ragged, half-strangled, his fingers tightening in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks and took him to the hilt.
Sullyoon arched against the sheets with a choked gasp, her fingers twisting in Jinwoo's hair as his tongue lapped at her with the desperation of a man who'd found his only source of hydration.
"Mmph... Daddy... Daddy... Your tongue—" The words shattered into a moan when he curled it just so, the flat of his tongue dragging slow and wet from her fluttering entrance to the swollen bud at her apex.
Her thighs trembled around his ears, the musky scent of her arousal thick enough to taste—and Jinwoo did, savoring the tang on his tongue like a connoisseur of some forbidden vintage.
He'd mapped this terrain a dozen times before, could navigate the hitch in her breath when he flicked over that sensitive spot just left of center, the way her hips jerked when he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently.
But tonight—anniversary night—he took his time, tracing lazy circles with the tip of his tongue until her whimpers turned pleading, until the lace straps of her chemise dug into her shoulders from how hard she was pulling at them.
"Please," she gasped, her voice cracking on the syllable, "please, daddy, I need—”
Jinwoo's breath hitched—not at the words, but at the way Sullyoon's fingers trembled against his scalp, her usual eloquence reduced to fractured syllables.
He kissed that dip slowly, savoring her shudder before murmuring, "Say it again." His teeth grazed her pulse point. "Properly."
Sullyoon's hips jerked against his mouth, her thighs clamping around his head as she gasped, "I need your cock, Daddy—" The last word cracked into a moan when Jinwoo's tongue plunged inside her without warning, fucking her with shallow thrusts that left her dripping.
The mattress groaned under their combined weight as Sana rolled her hips with the precision of a dancer, each downward thrust spearing herself deeper onto Suho's cock. Moonlight caught the sweat slicking her spine, the damp strands of hair clinging to her neck as she arched back, her hands braced against Suho's thighs for leverage.
"Oh... fuck..." she gasped, the words fracturing as Suho's hips jerked upward to meet her, the slap of skin against skin punctuating each movement.
"Fuck Mommy like that, baby—your cock feels so good inside me."
Suho's hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her hips as he guided her movements, his grip tight enough to leave bruises.
"Mom, I love inside you—" he choked out, the honorific twisting into something filthy when she clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering like a vice. Sana's laugh was low and throaty, her nails raking down his chest as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying just above his mouth.
"Say it again," she purred, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that made Suho's back bow off the bed. His cock twitched inside her, the thick length of him stretching her impossibly wider with each shallow thrust.
"Tell Mommy how much you love it.”
The pillow muffled Sullyoon's cries but did nothing to hide the way her fingers clawed at the sheets, the fabric twisting between her knuckles as Jinwoo's thrusts drove her forward with each snap of his hips. Her chemise had ridden up around her waist, the delicate lace straps sliding down her shoulders to pool at her elbows—a half-undressed vulnerability that made Jinwoo's grip tighten on her hips, his thumbs digging into the dimples just above her ass.
"Oh, Daddy—" she gasped, the words fracturing when he angled deeper, the swollen head of his cock grinding against that sweet spot inside her that made her vision whiten.
"So deep, daddy, your cock... So deep inside me—"
Jinwoo's chuckle was dark, roughened by lust as he leaned over her, one hand sliding up to fist in her hair and tug just enough to arch her back. The new angle made Sullyoon sob, her thighs trembling as he pistoned into her with relentless precision, each stroke measured to drag against her walls in a way that left her dripping.
"You're so tight, princess," he murmured, his breath hot against the shell of her ear as his free hand groped her bouncing breast, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger until she keened, "Daddy isn't bored by your pussy."
She could feel him everywhere: the stretch of him filling her, the calloused drag of his palm over her nipple, the possessive grip on her hipbones that would leave bruises by morning. But it was the way his cockhead ached against her deepest point that unraveled her, the relentless friction coiling heat low in her belly until her moans turned pleading.
"Please—" she whined, her voice breaking as Jinwoo's pace stuttered, his thrusts turning shallow just to watch her squirm. "Daddy, please—”
The headboard slammed against the wall with the force of a battering ram, each impact timed to Sana's ragged cries as Suho drove into her with the single-minded intensity of an athlete chasing victory. The mating press pinned her beneath him—her legs hooked over his shoulders, her spine arched into a perfect curve that left her completely vulnerable to his relentless thrusts. Sweat dripped from Suho's brow onto Sana's heaving chest, mingling with the smeared lipstick around her gasping mouth.
"Fuck... fuck... harder, baby," she demanded, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave crimson trails.
"Break me."
Suho obeyed with a snarl, his hips pistoning faster, the obscene slap of skin echoing through the bedroom as he bottomed out inside her with every stroke. "Feel that, Mom?" he panted, his voice rough with exertion. "How your son's perverted dick stretches you open?" The vulgarity sent a jolt through Sana—not shock, but arousal, her cunt clenching around him as if trying to milk the confession straight from his cock.
"I like it," she gasped, her head thrashing against the pillows. "I love it—the way my stepson abuses my hole like I'm some cheap slut." The words unraveled into a scream as Suho angled deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust.
The kiss was slow, deliberate—Jinwoo's lips moving against Sullyoon's with the same measured precision as his hips, each thrust timed to the flick of his tongue against hers. Her moans vibrated between them, muffled but unmistakable, the syllables fracturing whenever he bottomed out inside her with that particular angle that made her toes curl.
"Yes daddy... Mmph... So God... Like that... Oh—" Sullyoon gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he withdrew almost completely, only to push back in with excruciating slowness, the swollen head of his cock pressing against her deepest point until her back arched off the bed.
Jinwoo swallowed her whimpers, his hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back and expose the flutter of her pulse.
He licked a stripe up her throat, savoring the salt on his tongue before murmuring against her ear, "You take me so well, princess", His hips rolled forward again, deeper this time, the stretch drawing a broken cry from Sullyoon's lips.
"Like you were made for daddy's cock.”
The moon hung heavy and swollen over the bedroom window—a voyeur painted silver by its own guilty light—as Jinwoo's thrusts stuttered into ragged, uneven jerks. Sullyoon's thighs trembled against his hips, her nails scoring crescents into his shoulder blades when he buried himself to the hilt with a groan that ripped from his chest like a confession. Heat pulsed between them, thick and syrupy as his release flooded her in waves, each throb wringing a whimper from her lips.
Across the room, Suho's hips snapped forward one final time, his spine bowing like a drawn arrow before he collapsed against Sana with a sound that was half-growl, half-prayer. The wet slap of skin stilled as he emptied himself inside her, his cock twitching with each spurt that painted her walls white. Sana arched beneath him, her fingers knotting in his sweat-damp hair as she milked him through it, her inner muscles fluttering around him like a vice.
The air hung thick with musk and sweat, the only sound their ragged breathing as the four of them lay tangled in the aftermath. Jinwoo's fingers still gripped Sullyoon's hips, his thumbs pressed into the bruises he'd left earlier, watching with dark fascination as his release spilled from her in slow, viscous rivulets. It pooled between her thighs, dripping onto the rumpled sheets with obscene finality—white against the flushed pink of her skin, stark as spilled ink on parchment.
Across the bed, Sana arched her back with a lazy sigh, her fingers trailing through the mess Suho had left between her legs. "Look at this," she murmured, holding up glistening fingertips to the moonlight, the strands of cum stretching like spider silk before snapping. She turned her head to catch Jinwoo's gaze, her smirk wicked as she dragged her wet fingers across Suho's panting chest.
"Your son fills me up so well."
Jinwoo’s chuckle was low and rough, his fingers still tangled in Sullyoon’s hair as he turned his head to meet Sana’s gaze.
The moonlight caught the smug curve of his lips, the sweat-slicked sheen of his throat as he rasped, "Your daughter can’t stop milking me too."
Suho's grin was all teeth when he turned to Jinwoo, his fingers still slick with Sana's arousal as he wiped them lazily across the sheets.
"Dad," he drawled, the word dripping with mischief, "you've gotta feel Mom's pussy at least once. Bet it's tighter than Sullyoon's."
Sullyoon’s lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, her fingers tracing idle circles on Jinwoo’s sweat-slicked chest as she flicked her gaze toward Suho.
"At least Daddy’s bigger than your tiny cock," she sing-songed, her voice dripping with saccharine malice.
Suho and Sullyoon bickering like ordinary brother and sister in argue. This situation made Jinwoo and Sana chuckle
Sana's grin curled like smoke as she rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand while the other traced idle patterns through the drying mess on Suho's abdomen. "How about you two fuck each other?" she purred, the words dripping with mischief as her gaze flicked between Sullyoon and Suho.
Jinwoo chimed in, "That's exactly what your mother said," his voice rich with amusement as he watched Suho and Sullyoon's nose wrinkle in disgust.
"Never" . Both of them were rejected.
That's how the night happened—like any other night, woven into the fabric of stories the four of them shared: bodies tangled, breaths mingling, lewd warmth pooling between sheets damp with sweat and other things.
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Mina, Sana, and Momo. The phenomenal Japanese trio from the K-pop group Twice.
Sana and Momo have medium-large breasts. They often appear sexy on stage and seem to enjoy it.
On one hand, Mina with a more elegant, shy, and quiet image. Having a small bust size, Myna rarely appears sexy on stage because of her bust size and image, which doesn't quite fit the sexy concept.
Although they are like yin and yang, they have one thing in common behind the scenes: they are all sluts in the industry. It's public secret that they are someone who likes to be treated like a slut.
One day, JYP Entertainment called Mina, Sana, and Momo into a meeting room. The CEO, Park Jin-young himself, was there with some executives, looking serious. The trio sat nervously, wondering if they had done something wrong. Park Jin-young cleared his throat. "We're planning a special fan meet—a private event." he announced. The room felt tense, air thick with unspoken implications.
Then their manager stepped forward. "So the concept is..." He paused dramatically. "Three of you will enter separate rooms full of sex toys. You'll be naked. Fans will choose which room to enter—Mina, Sana, or Momo—and you'll serve whatever kinks they want." The trio blinked, exchanged glances, but didn't flinch. "After each private session," he continued, voice husky, "you'll come up on stage with all the... traces... visible. A 24-hour non-stop fan meet. Prepare your stamina." Without hesitation, Sana smiled coyly, Momo nodded eagerly, and Mina whispered, "Okay." The manager grinned. "Good girls."
Back in Sana's dimly lit apartment, sweatpants discarded on the floor, they huddled on her couch nursing drinks. Sana traced circles on her thigh, grinning wildly. "Can't wait for tomorrow," she breathed, cheeks flushed. "My pussy's been dripping since they mentioned the leather collars." The scent of her arousal mixed with Momo's perfume as she leaned closer. Momo laughed, low and throaty, fingers sliding under her own waistband. "More than ready? I'm soaked through these panties already." Her hand emerged glistening, held up for them to see under the lamp's amber glow. "Counted twelve different toys I want stuffed in me before noon."
Mina stayed quiet, legs pressed tight together. She watched Momo lick her wet fingers clean, then Sana unbuttoning her shirt to palm her own heavy breast. "What about you?" Sana nudged Mina's knee. "Still nervous?" Mina shook her head slowly, eyes darkening as she imagined faceless hands exploring her. "No," she murmured. Her fingers drifted to the waist of her skirt. "Just... thinking how many will pick me." She slid a hand inside, biting her lip as she touched herself. "Hope they like my smaller tits." Her breath hitched—sharp and sudden—as she found her clit.
Momo grabbed Mina's wrist, stopping her. "Save it," she ordered, voice rough. "Let them make you scream tomorrow." Underneath Momo's grip, Mina trembled, skin pebbling with anticipation. Sana stretched lazily beside them, nipples hard against her silk camisole. "Sleep?" she suggested, though none moved. The air thickened with musk and unspent tension. Outside, rain lashed the windows—a rhythmic echo of tomorrow's promised rhythm. Mina finally pulled her hand free, knuckles white where Momo had held her. "Yes," she whispered. But her thighs stayed clenched tight, slick and restless till dawn.
***
The fluorescent buzz of backstage hallways felt alien against Mina's bare skin as she stood trembling outside Room 3. The distant murmur of eager voices already snaking through the venue made the cold tile floor bite deeper into her soles. Across the hall, Sana flashed Mina a wild, reassuring grin through Room 2's open door, already bouncing lightly on her toes, her nipples stiffening in the draft. Down by Room 1, Momo was stretching her arms overhead, the supple curve of her breasts shifting as she turned, catching Mina's eye with a slow, deliberate wink. "Breathe," Momo mouthed silently, the command sharp even in silence. Mina swallowed hard, the scent of disinfectant mingling with her own faint sweat, her small breasts tightening against the chill air. The manager’s clipped announcement echoed—"Five minutes!"—and Mina flinched, pressing her thighs together. Warm slickness trickled down her inner thigh. *Will they even come here?* The doubt slithered through her mind like ice.
People are starting to line up. There are 60 people in room 1, 60 people in room 2, and 60 people in room 3. So, the three of them will be serving the same number of people.
The rules for this private sex session are that each fan will enter the room one by one, and the session will end when the fan has ejaculated once or after 10 minutes per person.
Momo POV :
The first participant stepped into Momo's dimly chamber—a lanky man with jet-black hair slicked back—already tearing at his shirt buttons before the pneumatic door hissed shut. His belt clattered to the floor, trousers pooling around ankles. "Dancer, huh?" he rasped, advancing toward Momo where she knelt on crimson silk pillows. "Show me how flexible." His fingers dug into her hips, flipping her roughly onto her back. Momo gasped, not at the abruptness, but at the thrill blazing through her veins—finally. She arched into his grip, his calloused palms sliding up her inner thighs. The scent of his sweat, sharp and musky, filled the air as he pinned her wrists above her head. "You want flexibility?" she breathed, hooking her legs around his waist. "Then fuck me like I'm your favorite choreography." He grunted, sinking into her wet heat without preamble.
"So," he panted against her throat, thrusts deep and rhythmic, punctuating each syllable. "The rumor—" his fingers tightened painfully around her wrists "—that all three of you are—" a sharp slap echoed across Momo's asscheek, making her cry out "—company sluts? True?" Momo's breath caught, not from shame, but wild delight at the crude reference to their unspoken reputation. She met his gaze, eyes dilated. "More," she demanded, rocking against him. "Louder." He obliged, voice harsh against her ear. "Whole industry knows you're just holes for hire." Momo's moan crescendoed, fingers clawing at his shoulders. "Prove it," she challenged. He seized her jaw, forcing her eyes to the mirrored ceiling where their reflection blurred. "Watch yourself," he growled. "Watch how you take it." Below, Momo watched her own eyes glaze over—ecstatic—as his hips slammed harder.
"Oh fuck, just like that!" Momo screamed, her voice raw against the thumping bass leaking from other rooms. His rhythm intensified, each thrust jolting her forward onto her elbows, the crimson silk damp beneath her sweat-slicked stomach. She arched her back, pressing her ass high, inviting him deeper. "Harder!" she begged, the obscenity echoing off soundproofed walls. "Fill me up, daddy! Use this JYP slut!" His grunt was primal, fingers digging bruises into her hips as he pistoned relentlessly. Spit slickened her spine where he leaned over, teeth grazing her shoulder blade. "Yesss," Momo hissed, shuddering. "I'm a filthy idol slut! Breed me!" The vulgarity poured out in gasps—a stark contrast to her polished stage persona—as she reveled in the degradation.
"Feel that?" he snarled, a hand snaking between her thighs to flick her swollen clit. Momo jerked violently, a sob tearing from her throat. "That's your fucking legacy—a cumdump for sweaty fans!" The words ignited her, pushing her toward the edge faster than the brutal pounding. "Make it messy!" she shrieked, twisting her neck to catch his frenzied eyes. "Mark me inside! Claim your Japanese whore!" He swore, hips stuttering—losing control. With a guttural roar, he buried himself impossibly deep, pelvis grinding against her ass. Momo felt the hot flood pulse inside her core, triggering her own climax—violent, convulsing waves that seized her muscles. "FuckfuckFUCK!" she wailed, collapsing forward onto the pillows. Her thighs trembled, wetness dripping onto silk, mingling with his seed pooling beneath her.
Silence slammed down, thick and heavy, broken only by their ragged breathing. The man withdrew roughly, the slick sound obscene. Momo lay limp, cheek pressed to damp silk, the sharp tang of sex thick in her nostrils. She barely registered the pneumatic hiss as the door slid open. A metallic clatter echoed behind her—a towel dropped carelessly onto the floor. "Next," a bored staff voice announced.
Boots scuffed against tile. "You," a deeper voice rasped—smoke-roughened, impatient. Momo rolled onto her back, thighs splayed shamelessly, watching the newcomer through half-lidded eyes. Broad shoulders. Ink curling up thick forearms. His belt clinked as he unbuckled it, eyes locked on her swollen breasts. "Not inside," he grunted, jerking his chin toward her chest. "Wanna see those famous tits smothering my cock." Momo exhaled sharply—relief, anticipation—pushing herself up on trembling elbows.
She cupped her breasts eagerly, squeezing them together, the skin flushed and sensitive from earlier abuse. The man groaned, fisting his erection, the tip already glistening. "Yeah, just like that," he growled, stepping closer. Momo leaned forward, lips parted, letting him slide between her cleavage. Heat radiated from his skin, his musk sharp with arousal. "Make it messy," she whispered, arching her back to tighten the friction as he started thrusting.
Precome streaked her flesh, shiny trails catching the dim light. The man cursed, fingers digging into her scalp as he forced eye contact. "Say it," he demanded, hips jerking erratically. Momo didn't hesitate. "Your Korean whore loves being your fucking fleshlight," she moaned, deliberately squeezing tighter. His breath hitched—then he came with a choked shout, ropes of white splattering across her chin, her collarbones, the underside of her breasts. Warmth dripped sluggishly between her cleavage. Momo licked her lips, tasting salt. The door hissed again.
She barely had time to wipe her face before the next man shoved inside—tall, reeking of cologne and entitlement. His fingers coiled in her hair like reins, yanking her head back. "Knees," he commanded, voice vibrating with barely restrained hunger. Momo scrambled to obey, the marble floor icy against her bare kneecaps. His zipper rasped loud in the sudden stillness. "Open," he instructed, thumb pressing against her lower lip. She tasted leather and nicotine. His cock slapped heavy against her tongue before she could breathe.
Momo hollowed her cheeks instinctively, her throat relaxing as he pushed deeper. Tears pricked at her eyelids when he hit the back. "Good girl," he rasped, one hand fisting tighter in her hair. "Now choke on it." She gagged violently as he thrust forward—hard—her nose mashed against coarse pubic hair. Spit dribbled down her chin. The man groaned, his free hand palming her breast roughly. "God, you're *good* at this," he panted, watching her throat bulge obscenely with each shallow jerk of his hips.
Her jaw ached, but the burn only fueled her. Momo gazed up through wet lashes, pupils blown wide, reveling in the degradation. His grip tightened, hips snapping faster. She could feel him swelling against her tongue, the salty tang flooding her mouth. "Swallow it all," he ordered, voice cracking. "Every fucking drop." Momo whimpered—not in protest, but anticipation—her fingers digging into his thighs as his release hit her throat like a punch.
Sana POV :
The first man who stepped into Sana’s room was broad-shouldered, with a cocky smirk that faltered when he saw her sprawled on the plush leather bench, legs already spread wide. "Thought you were just acting slutty for cameras," he muttered, fingers hesitating on his belt. Sana arched a brow, sliding two fingers lazily through her dripping folds—an invitation, a taunt. "Surprise," she purred, lifting her glistening fingers to her lips and sucking them clean with an obscene pop. His breath hitched. "I was born for this."
Before he could react, Sana rolled onto her knees, crawling toward him with feline grace. She didn’t wait for permission—her hands yanked his pants down, her mouth swallowing him whole in one fluid motion. The man staggered, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as her tongue swirled expertly around his shaft. "Fuck—idols aren’t supposed to—" Sana pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, lips slick. "Aren’t supposed to what?" she breathed, nails raking down his thighs. "Take cock like a pornstar?" She dove back down, hollowing her cheeks until his knees buckled.
Gasping, he dragged her up by her hair, slamming her onto the bench. "Ride me," he demanded, voice ragged. "Show me that ‘skill’ you bragged about." Sana straddled him without hesitation, sinking onto his cock with a filthy moan, her soaked cunt stretching obscenely around him. "Like this?" she purred, rolling her hips in slow, torturous circles—the way she’d practiced in mirrors after concerts, thighs trembling. His hands clamped around her waist, fingers digging into her flesh. "Faster," he snarled. Sana threw her head back, riding him with reckless abandon, her tits bouncing with every snap of her hips.
"You're perfect," he choked out, eyes locked on where their bodies joined—her swollen lips stretched tight around him. "Filthy fucking perfect." The praise ignited her. Sana ground down harder, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with each thrust, sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. His grip tightened, pulling her impossibly closer. "Come with me," he demanded, his cock pulsing inside her. Sana screamed as the words alone tipped her over the edge, her walls clenching violently around him.
Her climax hit like a lightning strike—sharp, blinding, unstoppable. Hot liquid gushed between them, splattering across his thighs and the leather bench with a wet slap. The man's eyes widened in shock as Sana convulsed stop him, her body jerking uncontrollably, her moans dissolving into broken sobs. "Holy shit," he gasped, pulling out abruptly, his cock glistening with her release. Sana collapsed forward, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her thighs still trembling, warmth trickling down her legs.
He stood abruptly, shoving her off with a rough exhale, her slick body sliding bonelessly to the floor. The door clicked shut behind him before she could catch her breath. Sana lay there, sprawled on the cold tiles, her chest heaving, the scent of sex thick in the air. The next man would be here soon—but for now, she let herself float in the aftermath, her skin still tingling, her cunt still pulsing with aftershocks.
The pneumatic door hissed open again before she could move. Sana turned her head lazily, blinking up at the newcomer—tall, with sharp cheekbones and a predatory grin. He took one look at the mess between her thighs, at the puddle glistening on the leather bench, and chuckled low in his throat. "So," he mused, stepping closer, his belt already undone, "you're such a squirter?" His fingers trailed through the wetness on her stomach, bringing them to his lips with a hum of approval. Sana parted her lips to answer—but his hands were already on her, hauling her up effortlessly.
He tossed her onto the table face-first, her cheek pressed against the cool surface, her ass raised high. His palm cracked down on her right cheek—stinging, possessive—before his fingers prodded at her puckered hole. "I’ll fuck this ass," he murmured, spreading her cheeks wide, his breath hot against her skin, "and make your pussy squirt even more." Sana shuddered, her cunt dripping anew at the promise. She braced herself, fingers scrambling for purchase on the table’s edge as his cockhead nudged against her tight entrance.
With a slow, brutal push, he breached her, stretching her unbearably wide. Sana’s hand slapped against the table—once, twice—each thrust driving her forward, her knuckles whitening as she struggled to endure the intrusion. Her lips parted in a silent scream, drool pooling beneath her open mouth, her tongue lolling. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by the creak of the table beneath their combined weight. "Gonna wreck you," he grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, "ruin your ass for anyone else."
And then—it happened. The pressure inside her built impossibly fast, her neglected cunt spasming violently as he pistoned into her ass. Sana’s vision whited out as her pussy erupted, gushing in thick, pulsing waves that splattered against the man’s thighs and dripped onto the floor. She barely registered his shocked gasp—too lost in the raw, overwhelming pleasure of her body betraying her so spectacularly. "Fuck, you’re disgusting," he growled, slamming into her with renewed vigor, his cock throbbing inside her tight heat. "Filthy idol whore can’t even stop herself from leaking everywhere."
The degradation only made her squirt harder, her juices soaking the man’s balls as he fucked her like an animal. Sana writhed beneath him, her toes curling, her fingers clawing uselessly at the table’s edge. She was coming apart—over and over—her orgasms crashing into her like tidal waves, each more intense than the last. The man’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip tightening as he neared his own climax. "Take it," he snarled, burying himself to the hilt, his cock twitching deep inside her ass. "Take all of it, you fucking slut."
Heat flooded her insides, thick and viscous, and Sana collapsed forward with a broken moan, her body limp, her mind blank. The man pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dribbling from her gaping hole. He didn’t bother wiping her clean—just stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a smirk. "Next," he called over his shoulder, adjusting his pants as he strode out the door. Sana lay there, trembling, her ass still clenching around nothing, her pussy still twitching with aftershocks. The door hissed shut—then immediately opened again. Boots scuffed against tile. Someone whistled low. "Damn," a new voice murmured. "You’re already a mess." Sana turned her head weakly, blinking up at the next man through damp lashes. His belt was already undone.
He grabbed her hair in a brutal fist, yanking her upright so fast her scalp burned. Sana gasped—not in pain, but anticipation—her knees hitting the floor with a thud. His cock slapped against her cheek, hot and heavy, already leaking precome. "Open," he commanded, thumb pressing against her lower lip. Sana obeyed without hesitation, her tongue darting out to taste him. The man groaned, his grip tightening as he shoved forward, his thick length stretching her lips wide. She gagged instantly, tears springing to her eyes, spit dripping down her chin. He didn’t stop—just thrust deeper, his balls slapping against her chin, his pubic hair tickling her nose. "Choke on it," he growled, watching her throat bulge obscenely.
Sana rolled her eyes, feigning boredom even as her jaw ached and her vision blurred. Her fingers dug into his thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin. He fucked her mouth with rough, shallow jerks, his breath ragged above her. "Filthy little idol," he sneered, twisting her hair tighter. "Bet you dream about this—being used like a fucking fleshlight." Sana gagged harder, saliva pooling beneath her, her nose pressed flush against his pelvis. She could barely breathe, her lungs burning, her throat convulsing around him. The man groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock twitching against her tongue. "Swallow it all," he ordered, voice cracking. "Every fucking drop."
His release hit her throat like a punch—hot, thick, relentless. Sana swallowed desperately, her throat working around the flood, but some spilled past her lips, dripping down her chin. The man cursed, his fingers loosening slightly as he rode out his orgasm. Sana coughed weakly, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and glistening. He pulled out with a wet pop, his cock still half-hard, and smirked down at her ruined face. "Pathetic," he muttered, wiping himself on her cheek. Sana licked her lips, tasting salt and spite, and grinned up at him—wild, unrepentant.
Mina POV :
The door hissed shut behind the first man—tall, broad, with knuckles scarred from violence. He didn’t speak, just lunged, fingers wrapping around her throat like a noose. Mina’s gasp died as his grip tightened, her vision spotting at the edges, but her thighs clenched tighter—*wetness* seeping between them. His other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back as his mouth crashed onto hers, teeth splitting her lip. The metallic tang of blood bloomed between them as he bit down harder, his tongue forcing past her lips. "Fake," he growled against her mouth, fingers squeezing her windpipe until stars exploded behind her eyelids. "All that elegance—just a lie." Mina’s hips jerked involuntarily, her cunt pulsing around nothing, slickness dripping down her inner thighs. He laughed—dark, knowing—as her breath hitched beneath his chokehold.
His free hand slid between her legs, fingers dragging through her arousal with deliberate cruelty. "Pathetic," he sneered, pressing two fingers inside her without warning, her tight walls fluttering around the intrusion. Mina whimpered, her back arching, her small breasts brushing against his chest. "Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, fingers pistoning ruthlessly. "Getting off on being hurt." Her moan was strangled, her nails digging into his biceps as he twisted his fingers deeper, hitting a spot that made her vision white out.
The gush hit them both—a hot, pulsing wave that splattered against his thighs, the floor, the wall behind them. Mina's knees buckled, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her, raw and violent. The man laughed, low and dark, withdrawing his dripping fingers to slap her ass hard enough to leave a mark. Before she could catch her breath, he spun her around, shoving her front-first into the wall, her cheek scraping against the rough surface. "Still think you're elegant?" he growled, lining up his cock at her entrance.
Begging spilled from her lips—broken, desperate—as he thrust into her with one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Mina's scream echoed off the soundproofed walls, her fingers clawing at nothing as he pinned her wrists above her head. "P-please," she sobbed, hips grinding back against him, her pussy clenching around his girth. "Spank me—harder—I'm filthy, I'm—" His palm cracked down on her ass again, the sting radiating through her flesh as another gush of liquid splashed against his thighs. The man groaned, hips pistoning faster, his grip on her wrists tightening until her fingers tingled.
His free hand tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back as he leaned over her, teeth grazing her shoulder. "Say it," he snarled, his rhythm relentless, their sweat-slicked skin slapping together. Mina's voice cracked—"I'm just a JYP cumdump"—before another orgasm tore through her, her body seizing as she squirted again, hot rivulets dripping down her thighs. He laughed, low and mocking, his thrusts growing erratic. "Going to paint that pretty face," he promised, pulling out abruptly only to flip her onto her knees, her lips parting instinctively.
The first thick stripe of cum hit her eyelid, the second her cheek—warm, sticky, smelling of salt and dominance. Mina gasped, tongue darting out to catch what dripped toward her lips, her thighs trembling as aftershocks racked her body. The man smirked, tucking himself away, watching her ruined face with satisfaction. The door hissed open before she could wipe her chin clean. "Next," he called over his shoulder, stepping over the puddle between Mina's knees. A new shadow filled the doorway—taller, broader, his belt already unbuckled. Mina shuddered, fresh wetness pooling beneath her.
He didn't speak—just grabbed her by the hair, dragging her forward until her nose pressed against his fly. The scent of leather and musk flooded her senses as he unzipped, his cock springing free heavy and thick against her forehead. Mina's lips parted instinctively—but he shoved past her, fingers digging into her scalp as he forced her face into his crotch. His other hand reached behind her, fingers slicking through her dripping folds before plunging two fingers inside. Mina moaned around his cock, her walls clenching—then gasped as something cold and hard pressed against her entrance.
The dildo stretched her impossibly wide as he shoved it inside with one brutal thrust, the ridges bumping against her swollen walls. Mina's scream was muffled by his cock as he began fucking her throat in earnest, his hips snapping forward with each deep push. Before she could adjust, something wider—cold metal—pressed against her asshole. The plug popped in with a wet squelch, sending sparks up her spine as it vibrated to life. Mina convulsed, her vision whiting out as her cunt pulsed around the dildo, another gush of liquid soaking the floor beneath her knees.
"Look at you," the man growled, tightening his grip on her hair as he pistoned into her throat. "Coming untouched like a fucking whore." Mina's eyes rolled back, her body jerking with each vibration, her moans garbled around his cock. The dildo shifted with every thrust, the plug buzzing mercilessly against her prostate—she couldn't stop cumming, her thighs trembling as pleasure wracked her in relentless waves. The man groaned above her, his pace faltering—then with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her throat in thick pulses. Mina swallowed desperately, tears streaking her cheeks, her ass clenching around the plug as another orgasm ripped through her.
He pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dripping from her swollen lips onto the floor—mingling with the slick puddle beneath her knees. The door hissed again, cold air brushing her overheated skin. A new hand—calloused, smelling of motor oil—grabbed her chin, tilting her face up.
"Open," the newcomer ordered, pressing a rubber ball gag between her teeth before she could protest. Mina whimpered as the straps tightened behind her head, her jaw forced wide around the silicone. Fingers dug into her ass cheeks, spreading her wide as the vibrating plug was yanked out abruptly—her hole clenched around nothing, twitching pathetically.
She heard the wet sound of spit slicking flesh before the blunt head of his cock pressed against her loosened entrance. "Going to wreck this tight ass properly," he growled, thrusting in with one brutal push. Mina screamed against the gag, her throat vibrating around the sound as he bottomed out—her walls stretched obscenely around his girth.
He didn't wait for her to adjust—just pistoned into her with rough, shallow strokes, his balls slapping against her soaked cunt with each thrust. The gag muffled her cries, drool pooling beneath her chin as he fucked her ass like a fleshlight, his grip bruising on her hips. Her vision blurred—not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure of being used so completely.
The vibrations from the abandoned plug echoed through her pelvis, the dildo still buried inside her cunt twitching with every brutal snap of his hips. Then—pressure. Liquid heat gushed from her pussy in pulsing waves, the sheer force of her orgasm ejecting the dildo with a wet splatter onto the floor. The man groaned, his thrusts faltering for a moment as he watched her clamped around nothing, her inner muscles fluttering visibly. "Disgusting," he panted—but his cock swelled even thicker inside her, betraying his arousal.
His rhythm turned erratic, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises. Mina's body convulsed around him, her neglected clit throbbing as another gush of fluid spilled from her—this time just piss, hot and humiliating, splashing against his thighs and the already ruined floor. The degradation sent him over the edge; with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her ass in thick, pulsing spurts that made her toes curl against the cold tiles.
Back to 3rd person POV:
The alarm’s shrill beep sliced through the sex-hazed air, its red digits blinking 12:00 AM like a merciless judge. Mina’s head lolled against the wall where the last fan had left her—knees splayed wide, the plug still lodged in her ass twitching with residual vibrations, her cunt visibly clenching around nothing as translucent fluid seeped down her inner thighs. Across the hall, Sana’s limp body was sprawled face-down on the leather bench, her hair crusted with dried cum, one cheek pressed into a puddle of her own arousal, her gaping asshole glistening under the fluorescent lights. In the adjacent room, Momo lay curled on her side, her thighs streaked with overlapping handprints, her swollen lips parted around silent whimpers, her nipples still pebbled and oversensitive from relentless abuse.
The staff entered with clinical efficiency, their latex gloves snapping against wrists as they moved between the ruined idols. One rolled Momo onto her back with a grunt, her limbs flopping bonelessly—her usual athleticism reduced to trembling exhaustion. The blindfold was silk, but the nipple clamps were cold metal, biting down with unforgiving pressure the moment they pinched her flushed peaks. Momo’s back arched off the floor with a hoarse cry, her cunt gushing anew at the dual sting of pain-pleasure, but the staff member merely clicked their tongue and spread her legs wider. The dildo was thick, ribbed, already lubed with something that burned faintly at the edges—it sank into her oversensitive pussy with a wet squelch, her walls fluttering weakly around the intrusion. The butt plug followed, its tapered tip popping past her stretched rim with practiced ease, its flared base nestling snugly against her swollen flesh.
Sana didn’t stir when they flipped her onto her back, her arms sliding limply off the bench—only a faint, broken whimper escaped her throat as the blindfold covered her glassy eyes. The nipple clamps were heavier than Momo’s, weighted chains dangling between them that jingled softly when the staff adjusted her position. One hand pried her thighs apart, the other guiding the dildo—thicker, vibrating faintly—into her gaping entrance with a slow, relentless push. Sana’s breath hitched, her hips twitching involuntarily, but the staff held her down with impersonal precision. The butt plug was larger too, its bulbous head stretching her abused asshole obscenely wide before seating itself with a wet pop. A faint hum filled the room as both toys activated simultaneously, Sana’s body jerking like a marionette with its strings cut, her moan dissolving into staticky silence.
Mina was barely conscious when they reached her, her head lolling forward, chin slick with drool and old cum. The blindfold was silk, the nipple clamps lined with something that tingled—her back arched weakly as they clamped down, her swollen nipples throbbing under the sudden pressure. The dildo was cold, almost clinical, sliding into her with none of the brutality she’d come to crave—just efficient, impersonal fullness. The butt plug followed, its tapered tip breaching her with practiced ease, its base nestling snugly against her ruined rim. A switch flicked somewhere, and both toys pulsed to life in unison—Mina’s mouth fell open in a soundless scream, her thighs trembling, fresh slickness dripping down the insides of her thighs.
They dragged her upright, her legs jelly beneath her, and half-carried her to the grand stage where Momo and Sana already sat—knees spread obscenely wide, their blindfolded faces tilted toward the ceiling like penitent sinners. The spotlights were blinding, hot enough to sear, casting their wrung-out bodies in an almost holy glow. Mina was deposited between them, her thighs forced apart by rough hands, the cold metal of the chair biting into her oversensitive flesh. The audience was a sea of shadows beyond the lights, but she could feel their hunger like a physical weight—the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something darker, sharper.
Applause erupted—ravenous, deafening—as the trio sat there, spent and stuffed full, their skin glistening under the lights with a grotesque sort of reverence. The dildos shifted inside them with every shuddering breath, the vibration settings just low enough to tease without mercy, and Mina’s cunt clenched involuntarily around hers, fresh slickness dripping onto the polished stage. Someone in the front row whistled—long and piercing—and Sana moaned, her hips jerking forward as if chasing the sound, her lips swollen from hours of abuse parting in a silent gasp.
A hush fell as the massive screen flickered to life overhead, bathing them in unnatural blue light. The CEO’s face appeared, his smile genial, almost paternal, as the text beneath him scrolled in bold strokes: *TO OUR BELOVED FANS—ENJOY OUR THREE SLUTS.* The roar that followed was animalistic, chairs screeching as bodies lunged forward, hands already reaching, unbuckling, stroking.
Two men broke free first—one with tattooed knuckles, the other smelling of stale cigarettes—converging on Momo with predatory focus. The tattooed one grabbed the chain between her nipple clamps, yanking hard enough to lift her off the seat as she cried out, her legs kicking uselessly. His companion wasted no time—fingers curling around the butt plug’s flared base, twisting brutally before yanking it free with a wet *pop* that echoed through the speakers. Momo’s scream dissolved into ragged panting, her asshole fluttering visibly around nothing as the man spat into his palm and shoved two fingers inside her gaping rim.
The dildo came next—slow at first, dragging against her swollen walls until the ribbed ridges caught on her inner ridges. Then, with a wet *schlick*, it slid free entirely, her cunt clenching around sudden emptiness.
Momo barely had time to gasp before the smoker shoved into her pussy—no foreplay, no mercy—his cock stretching her gaping hole in one brutal thrust. She arched off the chair, her scream drowned out by the tattooed man’s growl as he spat onto his cock and pressed it against her still-twitching asshole. The stretch burned—her rim flared white-hot around his girth—but her thighs shook with perverse excitement, her drenched cunt pulsing around the other man’s length as he bottomed out inside her.
Across the stage, Sana’s back arched violently as two men bracketed her—one gripping her hair, forcing her mouth onto his cock until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis, while the other lined up behind her, his thighs slapping against her ass as he slammed home. The vibrations from her abandoned plug still hummed against her clit, her pussy clenching around the newcomer’s cock with each ragged breath she managed around the thick shaft filling her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the spit pooling beneath her chin, her muffled moans vibrating around the cock fucking her face.
Mina’s vision blurred as the first man seated himself fully inside her, his cock stretching her tender walls with a single, unrelenting thrust. She gasped, her fingers scrabbling against the cold metal arms of the chair, her thighs trembling as her body adjusted—only for the second cock to press against her already stuffed entrance. The intrusion burned, her pussy straining obscenely wide around the dual girth, her breath coming in short, ragged pants as they began moving in tandem. Every thrust forced a broken whimper from her lips, her cunt pulsing around them both, her clit throbbing with each brutal snap of their hips.
Beside her, Momo’s scream pitched higher—almost feral—as the tattooed man pistoned into her ass with ruthless precision, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. "I’ll—oh god—I’ll break," she sobbed, her thighs shaking violently, her cunt dripping around the smoker’s cock as he pounded into her with equal ferocity. The chains between her nipple clamps jingled wildly with each movement, her swollen peaks aching under the relentless pull, her body suspended between agony and ecstasy as they used her with abandon.
Mina's scream tore through the air like shattered glass—high, desperate, her voice cracking under the strain as her body stretched obscenely around the two cocks pistoning into her. "Ngh—ah—I'm splitting—!" she wailed, her thighs trembling violently, her cunt fluttering around the dual invasion with each brutal thrust. Across from her, Momo's cries were raw and animalistic, her back arched like a bowstring, her asshole clamping down around the tattooed man's cock as he snarled into her ear, "Break then, slut." The wet squelch of their fucking drowned out her sobs, her hole gaping wider with every withdrawal.
Sana's body convulsed first—a full-body spasm that rippled from her toes to her scalp, her thighs clamping around nothing as her throat worked furiously around the cock stuffing it. The vibration pulsed through her clit like an electric current, her pussy clenching uncontrollably around the cock buried inside it. Then Momo followed—her scream choked off as her cunt spasmed wildly, her asshole tightening like a vise around the tattooed man's girth, her juices gushing in hot, pulsing waves that splattered against the smoker's thighs. The tattooed man grunted, his hips stuttering as her clenching asshole milked him ruthlessly, his cock twitching inside her ruined rim.
Mina was last—her orgasm hit like a freight train, her vision whiting out as her body convulsed around the two cocks splitting her open. Her wetness erupted in a geyser, soaking their thighs, the chair, the stage beneath them—a hot, ceaseless flood that dripped onto the floor in thick rivulets. The men groaned in unison, their thrusts turning erratic, their cocks pulsing inside her as their releases spilled deep—one filling her womb, the other painting her pussy walls with thick ropes of cum. Sana's muffled scream vibrated around the cock in her throat as her own orgasm ripped through her, her body seizing as she squirted violently, her juices mixing with the mess already pooling beneath her chair.
The floodgates burst—Momo's asshole clenched around the tattooed man's cock as he came with a guttural roar, his cum flooding her rectum in hot, pulsing spurts. Sana's throat worked desperately around the cock pumping her mouth full, her nose pressed flush against his pelvis as he groaned, "Swallow it, bitch." Mina's cunt fluttered weakly around the softening cocks still buried inside her, her thighs trembling as another weak spurt of her own release dribbled down her thighs. The audience roared—a cacophony of applause and jeers—as the three idols sat there, ruined and dripping, their bodies still twitching with aftershocks. The curtain began to descend, but the men didn't pull out—just kept fucking them lazily through their orgasms, ensuring every last drop was spent.
The next round began before they could catch their breath—the blindfolds ripped away, the dildos yanked free with wet pops, the butt plugs clattering onto the stage. Momo blinked up at the ceiling, her vision swimming, her nipples still clamped and throbbing—then gasped as calloused hands flipped her onto all fours. The new cock pressed against her gaping asshole was hot, thick, already leaking precum—she barely had time to brace before it slammed home, stretching her abused rim wide with one brutal thrust. Behind her, Sana was already bent over a bench, her ass in the air, her cunt dripping onto the leather as another man lined up behind her—no toys this time, just raw, unforgiving flesh splitting her open.
Mina didn't even see the man who grabbed her—just felt the bite of his fingers digging into her hips as he dragged her backward onto his cock, her cunt stretching obscenely around his girth. No more silicone, no more vibrations—just pure, relentless friction as he fucked her with deep, punishing strokes. The difference was visceral—the heat of his skin, the way his balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, the primal grunts vibrating through his chest as he pounded into her. She came almost instantly, her back arching, her scream echoing through the hall—but he didn't slow, just gripped her tighter and kept fucking her through it, his cock pulsing inside her as if trying to brand her from the inside out.
The floodlights burned hotter, the air thick with sweat and sex—Momo's ass bounced with each brutal thrust, her cunt dripping onto the stage as the man behind her growled, "Take it deeper, whore." Sana's thighs quivered as another cock replaced the one in her mouth, her lips swollen and raw, her tongue lolling out obediently. Mina's vision blurred as her body was flipped onto her back, her legs hooked over the newcomer's shoulders—his cock sinking into her with a wet squelch, his thumb pressing down hard on her abused clit. The audience leaned forward, breathless, as the trio was used anew—no restraints, no toys, just flesh and force and the raw, animalistic truth of what they'd become.
Momo's scream ripped through the hall as a third man grabbed her hair, dragging her mouth onto his cock while the other two held her hips steady—her body stretched obscenely between them, her cunt and ass stuffed full, her throat bulging around the thick shaft. Sana's orgasm hit like a seizure—her back arched impossibly high as she came untouched, her juices gushing onto the leather bench beneath her, her asshole clenching around the cock buried inside it. Mina barely registered the sting of fingernails digging into her thighs—just the relentless piston of the man above her, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, his breath hot against her neck as he muttered, "Filthy little idol."
The floodlights flickered—or maybe it was her vision swimming—as the first wave of fans staggered back, their belts clinking as they buckled up. New hands grabbed Momo's hips before the previous cocks had even fully softened inside her—this set rougher, hungrier, reeking of liquor and sweat. One forced her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head while his companion shoved into her gaping pussy without preamble—her cry drowned out by the wet slap of flesh against flesh. Across the room, Sana's mouth was wrenched open by gloved fingers—another cock plunging deep before she could catch her breath—while Mina's legs were hooked over a new stranger's shoulders, her freshly stuffed cunt stretching wider around his girth.
Blurred faces swapped in the strobe-lit haze—one man biting Mina's nipple as another fucked her raw, a different set of calloused hands spreading Sana's ass cheeks wider for a fresh invasion. The scent of sex grew thicker—stale cum, fresh sweat, the metallic tang of arousal gone feral. Momo's thighs trembled as a stranger's beard scraped her inner thighs, his tongue lapping at her oversensitive clit before his cock breached her again—no lube, just spit and her own slickness easing the way. Sana's muffled scream vibrated around another thick shaft as her asshole was stretched anew, the previous man's cum leaking down her thighs like a badge of dishonor.
The rhythm was ceaseless—no pause, no reprieve—just the wet slap of flesh and the guttural groans of men chasing their next release. Mina's cunt clenched instinctively around each new cock, her body trained now to take whatever was given—no hesitation, no resistance. Somewhere in the haze, she registered the wet sound of Momo being spit-roasted—the choked gags as Sana swallowed another load—but all she knew was the heat, the stretch, the glorious ruin of being used beyond thought. The next cock pressed against her lips before the last had even pulled out—her mouth opening obediently, her tongue already lapping at the salty pre-cum beading at the tip.
Sana's thighs trembled as the man behind her shifted angles, his cockhead grinding against that sweet spot inside her—her vision whiting out as another orgasm ripped through her with no warning, her juices drenching the bench beneath her shaking knees. The man didn't pause—just chuckled darkly and doubled his efforts, using her convulsing cunt to milk himself faster toward his own climax. Across the stage, Momo's voice had gone hoarse from screaming—her wrists raw where the ropes bit into her flesh, her legs spread obscenely wide as three men took turns filling her gaping holes, their releases mixing inside her until she dripped with their combined spend.
The air smelled like salt and sex and something primal—Mina's nostrils flared as another man dragged her hips back onto his cock, her asshole still loose from the last invasion but clenching tight around the new thickness spearing her open. Her drool pooled on the floor beneath her—her chin slick with spit and cum—but the only thought left in her shattered mind was *more*. Someone's fingers twisted in her hair, yanking her head back just in time for another hot spurt to paint her throat—her swallow reflexive, her tongue darting out to catch every drop before it could escape.
The stage lights burned brighter—or maybe it was just the fever creeping through her veins—but Mina barely noticed as her body was flipped again, her back arching off the cold floor as a new stranger mounted her with a growl. His cock slid home effortlessly—her cunt so well-used it welcomed him like an old lover—and when his teeth sank into her shoulder, her scream turned into a broken laugh. This was what she was made for. This was all she'd ever be. The realization sent her spiraling into another orgasm—her thighs clamping around his hips, her nails raking down his back—as the crowd's cheers drowned out everything but the wet, filthy sound of her undoing.
Sana's limbs had gone numb—or maybe she'd just forgotten how to feel anything but the brutal stretch of cock in every hole—but when the newest man wrapped a fist in her hair and forced her gaze toward the jumbotron, her stomach lurched. The screen showed her in grotesque close-up—her lips stretched obscenely around a stranger's shaft, her tears glistening under the lights, her throat bulging with each thrust. The humiliation should've broken her. Instead, her cunt pulsed violently, fresh slickness gushing down her thighs as the man behind her grunted, "Look at you, whore. This is all you're good for."
Momo's world narrowed to the bite of the cock in her ass and the hand fisting her hair—her spine bowed like a drawn bowstring, her breasts swaying obscenely with each brutal snap of hips. The man using her throat didn't care that she couldn't breathe—just fucked deeper when her vision started to gray—and the thought of passing out with their cocks still buried inside her sent a perverse thrill down her spine. She came again—her cunt fluttering around nothing, her asshole milking the stranger's length—and somewhere in the haze, she registered the hot flood of his release filling her rectum in thick pulses that left her trembling.
The clock ticked past 3AM, but no one cared—not when Mina was being bent over the armrest for another round, not when Sana's gaping holes were being stuffed anew, not when Momo's throat was convulsing around a fresh invasion. The audience leaned closer—ravenous, insatiable—their collective breath hitching as the CEO's message flashed again on-screen: *DON'T STOP UNTIL THEY FORGET THEIR OWN NAMES.* The men obeyed, their thrusts turning frenzied, their grips turning vicious—and when the idols' screams finally dissolved into wordless, animal sounds, the crowd roared their approval.
Sana's head snapped back as another orgasm ripped through her—her thighs clamping around nothing, her cunt pulsing violently—but the man behind her didn't slow. Just grabbed her hips tighter, his nails carving crescent moons into her flesh, and fucked her through it, growling, "You're not done yet, bitch." Momo barely registered the hot cum flooding her asshole—just gasped when the next man shoved past her slack lips, his cockhead nudging her uvula with every thrust. Mina's vision swam as yet another stranger flipped her onto her back—her legs hooked over his shoulders, her ruined cunt stretching obscenely wide—before he bottomed out inside her with a wet, meaty slap that echoed through the speakers.
The scent of sweat and sex hung thick in the air—Momo's thighs streaked with overlapping handprints, Sana's back arched like a bowstring under relentless hands, Mina's drool pooling beneath her bruised knees. The men moved with single-minded purpose—no gentleness, no hesitation—just the raw, primal rhythm of bodies using bodies. Someone's teeth scraped Sana's shoulder—someone else's fingers twisted Momo's nipple clamps—and when Mina's nails dug into the stranger's forearms, he merely chuckled darkly and pinned her wrists above her head, murmuring, "You'll take it, slut. You always do."
The floodlights flickered—or maybe it was just their consciousness fraying—but when the next wave of fans surged forward, the idols' bodies reacted instinctively. Momo's hips jerked to meet each thrust, Sana's tongue lolled out for another cock before the last had even pulled out, Mina's thighs trembled—not in resistance, but anticipation. The audience's cheers crescendoed as the trio was mounted anew—their bodies no longer their own, their voices long since broken—and somewhere in the haze, Mina realized she couldn't remember the last time she'd been touched without being fucked open. The thought sent another shudder through her—half-terror, half-thrill—as the stranger above her snarled, "Look at you. You were born for this."
Sana barely registered the cock in her throat anymore—just the dull ache of her jaw, the occasional scrape of teeth along her stretched lips—but when a second man grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back to face the jumbotron, the image seared itself into her retinas. Her blown pupils reflected the footage of her asshole gaping obscenely around another stranger's girth, her thighs sticky with layers of fluids. Behind her, a third man chuckled darkly and slid two fingers into her ruined pussy—her cunt clenching uselessly, too loose to grip—before withdrawing them slick and pressing them against her parted lips. She sucked obediently, her tongue swirling around his knuckles, her moan vibrating through his fingers as he spat, "Pathetic."
Mina's thighs trembled violently as another orgasm clawed its way through her—her cunt fluttering around the cock splitting her open—but the man fucking her didn't even pause. Just grabbed her hips tighter, his rings leaving crescent-shaped bruises in her flesh, and hissed, "Again." The command sent a jolt through her—her body responding before her mind could protest—and when his thumb found her clit, rubbing rough circles against the swollen bud, she shattered instantly. Her scream dissolved into wordless static, her back arching off the floor as her cunt convulsed around him, fresh slickness gushing between their joined bodies. He groaned—low and satisfied—his thrusts turning erratic before he bottomed out with a grunt, his release flooding her in hot, pulsing spurts that leaked past their union onto the stage.
Momo's world narrowed to the bite of the rope around her wrists and the cock pistoning into her ass—each thrust dragging against her swollen rim, the sting bordering on unbearable—but when the man in her mouth suddenly grabbed her throat and held, her vision whited out. Her scream was soundless—her lungs burning, her cunt clenching violently around nothing—and somewhere in the haze, she registered the wet slap of skin as the stranger behind her came, his spend flooding her rectum in thick, messy spurts. He didn't pull out—just kept fucking her through it, his cockhead nudging that tender spot inside her until her thighs shook with overwrought pleasure, her drool dripping onto the stage in a glistening trail.
The crowd's roar reached fever pitch as the trio was dragged upright—their bodies limp, their eyes glazed—and positioned back-to-back on a rotating platform. The floodlights burned hotter than ever, casting their debauched forms in a lurid glow as the first wave of audience volunteers climbed onto the stage. Hands grabbed at them immediately—squeezing bruised thighs, pinching oversensitive nipples, spreading their gaping holes for inspection—while somewhere in the din, a microphone crackled to life. "Who wants to break them first?" The answering cheer was deafening.
Mina barely had time to register the hands spreading her cheeks before the first cock breached her asshole—thick, unforgiving, stretching her already ruined rim with one brutal thrust. Her scream choked off as a second cock filled her pussy simultaneously—their lengths grinding together inside her—only for a third man to grab her hair and shove his shaft down her throat. The sensation was overwhelming—her body splitting open in three directions at once—her muscles fluttering uselessly around the triple invasion as the platform began to spin. Below her, Sana's muffled cries vibrated through the floor as she suffered the same treatment—her ass and pussy stuffed full while another cock pistoned into her mouth—her tears dripping onto the rotating stage beneath them.
Momo's vision tilted wildly as the platform turned—her balance obliterated by the cocks spearing her from both ends—her throat bulging obscenely around the third man's girth. The men didn't wait for her to adjust—just began fucking her in unison, their hips slapping against her bruised flesh in a wet, rhythmic chorus that drowned out everything but the sound of their grunts and her own ragged breathing. Somewhere in the dizzying spin, she caught a glimpse of Sana—her head thrown back, her lips stretched around another stranger's thickness—before the rotation dragged her out of view, leaving only the sensation of being split open on all fronts.
The floodlights blurred into streaks of white as the platform spun faster—Mina's thighs trembling violently around the cocks buried inside her, her drool pooling beneath her chin—until the only thing anchoring her to reality was the relentless stretch and burn of being used beyond capacity. Beneath her, Sana's body convulsed first—her back arching violently as another orgasm ripped through her—her cunt and ass clenching around the invaders in spastic pulses that sent fresh slickness dripping down their thighs. Momo followed seconds later—her scream muffled by the cock stuffing her throat—her muscles fluttering erratically around all three lengths as the men groaned in unison. Mina lasted longest, her body stubbornly resisting until the stranger in her ass angled his thrusts just right—then she shattered with a soundless sob, her vision whiting out as her cunt milked their cocks in helpless, pulsing spasms.
The audience roared louder—their cheers morphing into hungry jeers—as the idols' bodies finally began to falter. Momo's cunt clenched dryly around the next cock, her juices long since spent—her whimper audible only to the man fucking her throat as she struggled to accommodate. Sana's thighs shook violently when the stranger behind her pulled back—her asshole gaping obscenely—only for a fresh handful of cooling lube to be slathered over his shaft before driving back in. The sudden glide eased the burn momentarily—her gasp swallowed by the cock in her mouth—but when another orgasm tore through her, the wetness that spilled was thin, almost translucent—her body wrung dry.
Mina barely registered the cold lube dripping onto her swollen folds before two thick fingers spread it roughly inside her—her cunt twitching weakly at the intrusion—her muscles too exhausted to clench properly. The man above her growled something about "spoiled idols" before slathering his cock with another glob—the synthetic cherry scent cloying in the air—then shoved back inside her with a wet squelch that made the crowd whoop. Her thighs trembled—her hips jerking involuntarily—but the lube did its job—letting him piston into her with renewed ferocity despite her near-dryness. Somewhere in the haze, she registered the sticky pop of another tube being uncapped—heard Momo's choked sob as more was squeezed directly into her gaping asshole—then the world spun again as fresh hands grabbed her.
The scent of artificial strawberries mingled with sweat and sex—Sana's asshole stretched obscenely by another lubed cock—her body rocking limply with each thrust while Momo's dry cunt was pried open by slick fingers. Mina's vision blurred as a fresh wave of fans swarmed the stage—their hands clutching tubes and bottles—their laughter drowning out the idols' broken whimpers as they prepared to ruin them all over again. "No more—" Momo rasped—her voice shredded—but the man in her throat merely chuckled darkly and thrust deeper, murmuring, "You'll take it, slut. You always do." The floodlights burned hotter—the platform spun faster—and somewhere in the mess of limbs and lube and lust, the trio realized: this was only the beginning.
Their hair clung to their faces in thick, sticky strands—Mina's bangs plastered to her forehead with layers of drying cum—her tongue lolling out uselessly as another cockhead nudged her parted lips. Sana's once-pristine blonde locks were matted into dark ropes—her scalp stinging where hands had fisted them—her body jerking involuntarily as a stranger hilted himself in her ass with a wet slap. The men moved with practiced efficiency now—flipping Momo onto her belly—spreading her thighs wider—slathering her gaping holes with another handful of chilled lube that made her scream. The audience's cheers crescendoed as the idols' bodies gleamed under the lights—their skin slick with overlapping fluids—their limbs trembling not from resistance, but from the sheer impossibility of stopping.
The timer beeped once—a shrill sound cutting through the wet slap of flesh—and Mina barely registered the shifting light as the stagehands hauled the trio upright by their hair. Below them, the rotating platform shuddered to a halt—its surface streaked with mingled fluids—while Sana's knees buckled the second she was released. Momo's asshole puckered obscenely around nothing—the remnants of lube dripping down her quivering thighs—as a fan with tattooed knuckles grabbed her chin and growled, "Five minutes left, whores. Make 'em count." The idols' vacant eyes met briefly—their lips swollen, their bodies wrecked—before hands forced them onto hands and knees in a trembling row.
The first golden arc hit Momo's shoulder—hotter than she expected—her gasp muffled by the next stream splashing across Sana's trembling back. Mina flinched instinctively when the third jet hit her face—the sharp scent flooding her nostrils—her tongue darting out instinctively before she could stop herself. The crowd roared as the trio was drenched—liquid gold streaming down Momo's bruised breasts, pooling in the hollow of Sana's convulsing throat, dripping from Mina's parted lips onto her own trembling thighs. The fans moved methodically—circling them like predators—their streams crisscrossing until every inch of skin gleamed under the floodlights, until their hair hung heavy with warm rivulets, until the stage itself became a slippery reflection of their ruin.
Mina's whimper dissolved into a wet cough as another fan aimed directly at her parted lips—the bitter taste flooding her mouth—her throat working helplessly as she swallowed on instinct. Beside her, Sana's eyelashes fluttered wildly—the liquid stinging her eyes—her body jerking when a particularly forceful jet hit her oversensitive clit. Momo's shoulders shook—whether from sobs or exhaustion—as twin streams painted her back in intersecting lines, the heat seeping into the rope burns circling her wrists. The scent was overwhelming now—musky and thick—clinging to their skin like a second layer as the last fans stepped back, their laughter echoing through the speakers as the idols knelt in puddles of their own making.
The buzzer sounded—sharp and final—but the hands grabbing them didn't stop. Mina's vision blurred as she was flipped onto her back—more liquid splashing across her heaving stomach—while Sana's limp body was dragged by the ankles toward the edge of the stage. Momo barely registered the microphone descending until the CEO's voice boomed through the hall: "Look at our gifts to you." The trio's ruined forms were displayed—every glistening inch—and as the crowd's cheers reached a deafening crescendo, Mina realized with dawning horror that the golden streams were still dripping between her thighs, still trickling from Sana's gaping holes, still soaking into Momo's trembling skin. The floodlights burned hotter than ever—or maybe that was just the heat of their shame—as the first camera flashes immortalized their debasement.
I unzipped my skirt, and it pooled under my heels; my panties followed the same destiny immediately after. I reached behind my neck, unzipped my blouse, and let it fall to the floor, and that was it, since I didn't wear a bra.
My make-up was immaculate, my lips popping with a distinctive red lipstick.
My heels clacked on the wooden floor while I entered my bedroom.
My son was on the bed fucking Irene from behind, she was holding the sheets as if they were the last thing on Earth.
I could see his dick sliding inside Irene's cunt, his balls slapping on her clitoris with every thrust.
My clit tingled at the show while a shiver ran down my spine. I was so fucking horny.
"Shit," Irene hissed. "He is making me cum again."
Her body tensed for a brief moment while an orgasm ravaged her.
I slowly approached the bed; the two of them were so focused on each other that they didn't notice my presence.
I lifted the duvet and crawled in, my eyes were trained on their bodies, Irene's tits bounced with every thrust while my son's dick was buried deep inside her.
I licked my lips as I grabbed my tits. I started massaging them, teasing my nipples in the process. My mouth was dry, and my core was on fire.
"Oh shit!" My son gasped while I rested on my elbows, watching them closely.
I bit my lower lip while I spread my legs. My finger started caressing my clit. I was so wet, and my fingers glided over my cunt without any problem. My other hand was teasing my breasts.
I closed my eyes, my mind focused on my clit and the sound of a hard fucking going on next to me.
"Oh fuck," my son grunted.
I opened my eyes just in time to see him cumming inside Irene, his dick pulsing as his seed coated her womb.
I couldn't take it anymore; I rubbed my clit fast and hard, and I was a second away from an orgasm when my son held my hand, stopping me.
"Why?" I whined, looking at him.
He smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me.
I moaned in his mouth; my tongue danced with his while my body begged for release.
He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes; his blue eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Be patient and you'll be rewarded," he affirmed, making me nod immediately.
He pecked me once more before going back to Irene, who was looking at me with an expression full of ecstasy. I saw her licking her lips before my son pushed her on her back.
He knelt between her legs and started licking her cunt; she tasted his seed in her pussy, and his tongue lapped at her cunt, making her moan loudly.
I spread my legs; watching them both was making me even hornier. My hands caressed my body slowly, making my need for sex even more unbearable.
My eyes were on his hard dick while Irene moaned, my body was burning, and my hands kept caressing my tits and cunt while he kept eating her out.
I looked at Irene's face, it was contorted in pleasure, her hands were on her tits while my son was devouring her pussy.
I kept caressing my cunt; my fingers brushed over my clit but never really touched it, and my other hand kept teasing my nipples.
"Please fuck me," Irene begged our son, who immediately obliged.
He leaned forward on her; his dick was sliding against my thigh before he stopped right before Irene's entrance.
He pushed his hips forward, and she moaned loudly in pleasure.
"Ah," she panted. "So damn good."
He was fucking her hard; Irene was holding on to him, her nails were digging into his back, while my hands were still all over my body.
His hips were slapping against her ass, making Irene moan louder with every thrust.
"Oh god," she whined. "You are so big."
He didn't reply; he just kept pounding her pussy while I kept teasing my body. I was on the edge of an orgasm, and I was dying to touch my clit.
I watched in awe as my son grabbed Irene's hips and kept fucking her hard and fast.
"Shit!" Irene hissed. "You're going to make me cum again."
She closed her eyes, and her body went rigid for a brief moment before she relaxed; I could see her juices leaking from her cunt and down her leg.
"Fuck," she panted as my son slowed down his pace.
"So damn tight," he groaned before speeding up again.
He licked his finger before he pushed it inside her ass.
"Yes!" She screamed in pleasure while my son increased the speed of his hips. His finger glided in and out of her arse easily.
His thumb replaced his finger and pushed it inside Irene's ass.
She moaned loudly as my son kept pushing his thumb deeper inside her.
"Cum for me," he whispered in her ear before she screamed; her body shook while another orgasm ravaged Irene's body.
My son kept pounding Irene's cunt while she was lost in her orgasm.
Her body collapsed on the mattress and my son kept fucking her, I kept looking at them, my hands teasing my body while they were both moaning in pleasure.
"Fuck!" He groaned before I saw his dick throbbing in Irene's pussy.
He collapsed on top of her while his seed was leaking from Irene's cunt.
He kissed her passionately before rolling on his back. He was still hard, his dick glistening with Irene's juices.
"Ride me," he urged Irene, his hands moving on her body lustfully.
She complied immediately; her hand gripped his dick as she positioned herself over his hips. She then started lowering herself slowly; he grunted as she did.
He held her hips as soon as he was fully buried inside her and started thrusting his hips upward, making Irene scream in pleasure.
His hands moved to Irene's tits while he kept thrusting his hips hard and fast. Irene was moaning loudly, her nails digging in his chest while his dick was sliding in and out of her pussy easily.
"Yes," she whimpered as my son increased his rhythm.
"So fucking tight," he grunted while Irene was bouncing on his dick.
His hands went down to her hips and helped her move faster.
I kept caressing myself; my body was on fire, and I was dying to be fucked.
"Harder," Irene begged.
My son complied, and he was pounding her pussy hard and fast. I could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room; I could hear Irene's moans and my son's grunts, and it all was so erotic.
"Fuck yes," Irene moaned. "Keep going."
He didn't reply, but I could see him nodding.
He made her lean over him, wrapping his arms around her back. His hips snapped against her at a brutal pace; she arched her back in pleasure.
Her teeth sank into his shoulder as an orgasm shook her.
He didn't slow down his thrusts; he kept pounding her hard. Her nails left deep marks on his back as he kept fucking Irene.
He held her tighter and kept thrusting his hips.
"I can't take it anymore," Irene whimpered. "You are going to make me cum again."
He chuckled and kept pounding Irene's pussy.
"You feel so good," she panted before her body went rigid once again.
"Yes!" She gasped. "Don't stop."
He slowed down his rhythm; Irene's nails left deep scars on his back, but he didn't seem to care. He just kept thrusting his hips while she kept moaning in pleasure.
He made her squirt all over his dick; his thrusts never stopped.
"Please stop, I'm tired," Irene panted, and he smiled before kissing her lips.
"Make me cum and I'll let you rest," he bargained.
She smiled and nodded immediately, her eyes locked with his.
"Whatever you want," she replied before kissing him.
They kept kissing passionately while I was watching them; my pussy was burning, and I was sure I was leaking all over the bed.
He rolled her on her back; his dick was buried to the hilt inside her.
"How do you want me? Hard and fast or slow and caring?" He asked before moving.
"Slow and caring," she replied while looking at him with eyes full of lust.
He nodded and started moving; his pace was slow and sensual. Irene's eyes were trained on him while I was staring at his dick sliding in and out of Irene's pussy.
His eyes locked with mine, and I held my breath; his lips curled into a seductive smile before he sped up a little.
I looked down and I saw Irene's hand over her pussy, she was caressing her clit while my son was slowly sliding his dick in and out of Irene.
I closed my legs; I was about to rub my clit when my son looked at me.
"Don't do that," he said softly. His voice was sweet and seductive, and I nodded without hesitating.
I kept looking at them while my pussy kept burning in need.
I saw Irene's stomach flutter; she was about to orgasm, but he slowed down his thrust. She whined in disappointment, but he kept pounding her slow and deep.
She kept playing with her clit; I could see from my position that she was teasing herself and not touching it directly.
His hands kept exploring Irene's body; he caressed her stomach and her tits; he even teased her nipples.
His mouth latched onto her breast; he was licking and sucking her tit, making her moan in pleasure.
She kept rubbing herself; her finger brushed over her clit, but she never really touched it.
"You are a bad girl," my son said, making her gasp and look at him in surprise.
"No, I'm not," she moaned while her body shivered as another orgasm was approaching.
He chuckled before his lips were on her neck, kissing her softly. His thrusts were still slow and deep while Irene was slowly losing control over herself.
He kept teasing her clit; his finger brushed against it but never directly touched it, making Irene whimper.
"Do you want to cum?" He whispered against her ear; his breath was hot on her skin while Irene kept moaning and panting.
She nodded, wrapping her legs around his hips.
"Beg for it," he ordered.
"Please, I want to cum so bad," she pleaded.
"Not good enough," he replied before thrusting his hips a little faster.
She moaned; her pussy was clenching around his dick. She was so close to cum that I could taste it.
"Please, make me cum," she begged louder.
He stopped moving, making her protest loudly.
He smiled and started pumping his dick inside Irene, making her scream in pleasure.
I could tell by her face she was about to cum.
"Say my name when you do," he urged before Irene arched her back and screamed his name.
Her nails dug deep into his arms as she came hard, her pussy clenched around his dick while she rode her orgasm.
He never stopped thrusting his hips, making her ride another smaller orgasm.
"God!" She panted when she came down from her high. "That was amazing."
He chuckled, his lips brushing against her neck before he started licking and sucking it.
Her hands caressed his back, her eyes closed while a dreamy expression was on her face.
He kept moving slowly, his lips still on Irene's neck.
He then kissed her before speeding up.
"I need to cum," he moaned.
Irene's eyes opened and locked with his; she kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Then do it," she said before her legs wrapped around his hips once again. "Come for me."
He railed harder than before, seeking his release; she was utterly thrashing under him.
"You are splitting me in half," she cried out but didn't ask him to stop. Instead, she urged him to go faster.
Her legs pushing him as deep as she could take him.
His pace was relentless, Irene was thrashing on the bed while my son fucked Irene with abandon.
His dick was pounding Irene's pussy, making her moan and scream.
His hand flew to Irene's throat and squeezed; she gasped loudly but didn't fight back.
He squeezed harder, and she gasped, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he pounded her.
She was completely at his mercy.
"Do it," she pleaded. "Fuck me like you own me."
"I own you," he countered, biting on her lip. "You are mine; every fibre of your being belongs to me."
Irene nodded, her lips brushed against his.
"Now come," she urged before he started thrusting wildly.
Her legs locked around him, she screamed as he pushed inside her; his thrust was erratic.
He was close; I knew it, and she knew it.
"Fuck! I'm cumming," he hissed before burying himself to the hilt.
"Pump all your seed inside me," she moaned, and he obeyed. "Make it overflow; I want it."
He groaned in pleasure while his seed filled Irene's womb.
His body was shaking when he came down from his orgasm.
His breath was ragged, and Irene's wasn't any better; they were both panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"You are such a beast," she whispered against his lips.
He chuckled and kissed her softly.
"Only when I need to be," he retorted, and she nodded.
He rolled on his back; his chest was heaving while he was trying to catch his breath.
Irene looked at him before kissing his lips.
"Mummy Nayeon is going to take care of you," Irene whispered and beckoned me closer.
I didn't need to be told twice; I immediately went to them and kissed my son.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my hand caressing his chest.
He nodded, his hand brushing mine before he kissed me.
"Ride him," Irene urged me. "He has done all the job so far."
I nodded; my hands grabbed his dick before I straddled him.
I slid his dick inside me; he gasped while Irene watched us with a lustful expression.
"Is it good?" She asked, looking at us.
I nodded while my son grabbed my hips.
"So wet," he whispered as I started bouncing on him. "You are so fucking wet."
I moaned at his words and started moving faster.
"She has watched us for a while," Irene laughed. "Of course she is wet."
I leaned forward and kissed my son, my tits brushed against his chest while Irene's hands wrapped around my waist.
" Fuck me harder," I moaned against my son's lips before he grabbed my hips and thrusted upwards.
I moaned loudly, my eyes closed as pleasure washed over me.
He thrust faster and harder, and I kept moaning while Irene laughed.
"You like it rough," she commented while my son kept thrusting hard inside me.
"Yes, I love it," I cried out in pleasure while he kept pumping inside me.
Irene kissed my lips, and I moaned when her tongue invaded my mouth.
I broke the kiss when my son sat; his lips latched onto my neck, making me moan while his hips snapped against me.
"You like to be fucked like a slut," he said while his dick slid in and out of me easily.
I whined at his words, but I kept moving my hips to meet his thrust.
Irene pushed me against his chest and grabbed my hips, making me stay still before she started fucking me with my son's dick.
"Oh god!" I moaned, my hand clutching Irene's thigh while I felt my orgasm approaching.
Irene kept thrusting harder and harder while my son was holding my hips, keeping me still.
"Come for us," Irene ordered; her voice was hot and demanding.
I nodded; I didn't have to be told twice before my body arched in pleasure.
"Yes!" I screamed as my orgasm washed over me like a tsunami.
My mind went blank; all I could feel was pure pleasure as my body shivered.
I collapsed on Irene's chest, and she smiled, her arms wrapped around me.
"Good girl," she praised.
I whimpered as Irene grabbed my tits; she started playing with them, making my orgasm last longer.
I was still moaning when Irene leaned forward and kissed me.
My son's dick was still buried inside me, but he didn't move.
I broke the kiss and moaned; Irene's lips went straight to my neck, where she bit me.
I whimpered; my clit was tingling from the orgasm.
I looked down and saw his hard dick still inside me, making me lick my lips.
"Fuck him again," Irene urged while I looked at my son.
He smiled and kissed me before Irene pushed me on him.
I immediately started moving; I could feel his seed inside me, making my pussy even wetter.
"You are so deep," I moaned as I bounced on his dick. "I love how you feel inside me."
"Fuck me hard," he begged, and I immediately complied.
I moved faster while Irene was watching us with hungry eyes.
"He loves it when you are rough," Irene praised.
I leaned forward, my tits brushed against my son's chest before I started pounding him hard.
"Is that all you have?" He teased while Irene laughed at us. "You can go harder."
I slapped him, and he smirked before his dick went deeper inside me, making me moan loudly.
"You are insufferable," I hissed as I moved faster.
I looked at his face, and he was smirking at me, making me glare at him.
"Fuck you," I spat before I slammed down on him, making him moan.
I kept going harder and harder while he was smirking and looking at me with a smug expression.
I grabbed his throat and squeezed.
"Wipe that smug smile off your face, or I'll make you regret it," I warned, and he laughed.
He leaned forward and licked my neck before his lips locked around it and he bit hard.
I screamed; his teeth broke the skin. The pain was so much I couldn't do anything but scream.
He sucked the wound, and I whimpered.
"You fucking arsehole!" I cursed while the pain was still burning in my neck.
He laughed, his eyes locked with mine.
"I'm your arsehole," he smiled, pushing me on my back. "And you are mine."
I glared at him while he pushed my legs on his shoulders before he slammed his dick inside me.
I moaned as pleasure replaced the pain I was feeling seconds ago.
He pumped his dick inside me hard and fast; his eyes never left mine.
His hips were slapping on my skin; my pussy lips were spread around his dick while he kept thrusting inside me.
I couldn't move; his weight was on me. He was basically crushing me, but I didn't care.
I held his hips as he started pounding my pussy.
"God yes!" I moaned. "Just like that."
He grunted and kept fucking me hard.
Irene was on my side, her lips locked with mine while my son was pounding me.
"Tell him how much you love him," Irene whispered against my lips.
I looked at her and nodded, a small smile on my face before I looked into his eyes.
"I love you," I whispered. "So much."
He smiled before kissing me; his tongue invaded my mouth, making me moan.
His thrusts were relentless; he was pounding me hard and fast.
I felt another orgasm building inside me, my eyes locked with my son's.
"Come with me," I begged.
He nodded before his pace was even faster.
My pussy clenched around him, and he moaned in my mouth.
"Do it!" I urged before an orgasm shook me.
My body arched as pleasure ran down my spine. I felt his hot load flooding my cunt. I could feel him pulsing inside me as he emptied himself inside.
He broke the kiss and looked at Irene; she was holding my hand before he collapsed on my chest.
I wrapped my arms around him as Irene caressed my hair.
"Are you okay?" She asked, but I could only nod.
I was still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm I had.
My pussy was still pulsing around my son's dick, I was so sensitive but I felt so good.
I kissed him softly while Irene caressed my face.
"I love you two so much," I said softly, and they smiled.
"We love you too," my son said before Irene kissed me.
"How are you feeling?" My son asked as he sat between us.
I smiled and pulled him into a kiss.
"Amazing," I replied before Irene pulled him into a kiss. "But you already know that."
Irene leaned over him, resting her head on his chest.
"Cuddle me," she purred, making him laugh as he wrapped his arm around her.
I snuggled closer to my son, kissing his cheek as he wrapped his arms around me and Irene, pulling us against his chest.
I hummed contentedly, resting my head in the crook of his neck as he tightened his arms around us both, enveloping us in his warm embrace.
I felt so safe and protected in his arms. His heartbeat, a steady rhythm against my cheek, was a soothing lullaby that slowly lulled me to sleep.
My eyes drifted shut, and my breathing slowed to match the rise and fall of his chest. I felt Irene's gentle breath on my skin as she slept peacefully beside us.
The sun had dipped low over the city, painting the sky that hazy orange that always made the park look emptier than it really was. Dinner was done—some leftover kimchi jjigae and rice that Mum had cooked like always, pretending everything was normal while she sat across from me at the table in her thin house robe, small tits barely holding the fabric up. She knew what came next. Every evening after dinner, the routine kicked in, the one that had turned my own mother into the neighborhood’s dirty little secret.
“Time to go, Mum,” I said, pushing my chair back. Irene’s eyes flicked up at me, that mix of shame and resignation she always got these days. She was still so fucking pretty—long, straight black hair cascading down her back, those sharp Korean features with the full lips and big doe eyes that used to stare at me with motherly love. Now they just looked tired and wet with anticipation. She stood up without a word, letting the robe slip off her shoulders. Her body was exactly like those pictures you’ve seen: slim and pale, A-cup tits that were barely more than perky handfuls with soft pink nipples that always got hard in the cool air, a flat stomach with that little silver navel piercing catching the light, and down below, that thick, untamed bush of black pubic hair covering her hairy cunt like it had never been shaved in her life. Her ass was round and firm from all the squats she used to do at the gym before I broke her, and her legs looked endless in the red thigh-high stockings she knew I liked.
I grabbed the red leather collar from the hook by the door—the one with the metal ring that matched the one in the first picture, the one where she’s standing topless in that sheer red lingerie, one hand cupping those tiny tits like she’s still pretending to have some modesty. I buckled it tight around her neck, the little bell jingling softly. “Good girl,” I muttered, and she shivered. Then I took the black marker from the drawer and started writing, just like always. Across her small left tit: “MOMMY TOILET” in big English letters, with the Korean underneath—엄마 변기. On the right one: “FREE USE” and 아들 소유. I made her bend over the table so I could scrawl across her ass cheeks: “SON’S CUMDUMP” and “USE MY HAIRY CUNT.” The marker dragged over her skin, making her whimper quietly as the cold tip traced right above that dark, bushy patch between her legs.
I didn’t bother with clothes for her tonight. Just the collar, the thigh-highs, and a thin open coat that barely reached her ass. She slipped it on, but I left it unbuttoned so anyone who looked close could see everything. I clipped the leash to her collar and tugged her toward the door. “Come on, Mum. Your public toilet shift starts now.”
The walk to the park was short, maybe ten minutes through the quiet paths near the new town blocks. Her bare feet in the heels clicked on the pavement, and every few steps the coat would flap open, flashing those small A-cups and the hairy cunt to the evening breeze. She kept her head down, cheeks burning red, but she didn’t fight it anymore. Not after the first time I’d dragged her out here and let the old ahjussi from the second floor piss straight down her throat while I watched.
The public toilet block was tucked behind some trees, the kind of rundown concrete thing with flickering fluorescent lights and a heavy metal door that creaked when I pushed it open. I led her into the men’s side—didn’t matter, no one ever complained. The middle stall was ours. I chained the leash to the hook on the inside of the door, forcing her to kneel on the dirty tile floor right in front of the toilet bowl. Her small tits hung forward, nipples stiff from the chill, that thick black bush on full display between her spread thighs. I took the marker again and wrote one last line right across her lower belly, just above the hairy cunt: “USED BY STRANGERS WHILE MY SON WATCHED.” Then I stepped back, phone already out to record.
“Stay right there, Mum. And remember the rules—no cleaning up, no talking back. You’re just a toilet for whoever shows up.”
She nodded, voice small and broken. “Yes, son… Mommy will be a good toilet tonight.”
I left the stall door cracked open, just enough for people to see her chained there like a bitch in heat, and I leaned against the wall outside, lighting a cigarette. It didn’t take long. First one was an old man, probably in his late sixties, the kind who walked his dog in the park every evening. He shuffled in, saw her, and his eyes lit up like he’d won the lottery. “Yah, this the free one?” he grunted in thick Korean, already unzipping.
“Yeah, ahjussi,” I called from outside. “My mum’s the neighborhood toilet. Use her however you want.”
He didn’t hesitate. He stepped right up to her face, pulled out his wrinkled old cock, and grabbed a fistful of her long black hair. “Open up, you filthy mother slut.” Irene parted her lips obediently, and he shoved it in, pissing a hot, acrid stream straight down her throat while she gagged and swallowed, tears streaming down her cheeks. “That’s it… drink my piss like a good daughter should. Your own son lets you do this? What a worthless whore.” She choked but kept her eyes on me through the crack in the door, like she always did, silently begging for approval while the old man finished pissing and started face-fucking her hard, his balls slapping her chin.
By the time he came—thin ropes of cum splattering across her small tits and into her open mouth—two more guys had shown up. A construction worker, still in his dusty orange vest and hard hat, sweat and dirt streaked across his arms. He was younger, maybe thirties, built like a tank. He laughed when he saw her. “Fuck, that’s Irene? The one from the videos your son posts?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He yanked her up by the collar, bent her over the toilet so her small A-cups dangled into the bowl, and slammed his thick cock into her hairy cunt in one brutal thrust. “Shit, she’s soaking already. Hairy little pussy like a real Korean mum should have.” He pounded her raw, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the stall, while she moaned and gasped, “Thank you… use Mommy’s cunt… my son says it’s okay…”
I stepped closer, filming every second as he reached around and pinched her puffy nipples hard, twisting them until she cried out. “Tell him whose hole this is,” I ordered.
“It’s… it’s my son’s toilet hole,” she sobbed between thrusts. “Please cum inside your friend’s mother… fill me up.”
He did—grunting like an animal as he pumped load after load deep into her womb, so much that it started leaking out around his cock, dripping down her thighs and matting that thick black bush even more. When he pulled out, he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint right over the marker writing and spat on her back. “Good little incest cumrag.”
The delivery guy came next—some skinny Vietnamese kid on a scooter, probably delivering late-night food. He looked nervous at first, but once he saw her chained there with cum already streaking her face and leaking from her pussy, he got bold. He made her suck him off while he played with her small tits, squeezing them like stress balls. “These tiny mom tits… so fucking pathetic,” he muttered in broken English. Then he flipped her around, shoved her face against the wall, and took her ass—dry at first, making her scream until her own spit and the previous loads lubed it up. “Your son watching this? Tell him how much you love stranger cock in your shithole.”
“I love it… son, Mommy loves being ass-fucked by strangers,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse. He came quick, pulling out to paint her hairy cunt and the “USED BY STRANGERS” writing with the last of his load.
My mates showed up around then—three of them from the building next door, the ones I text every time we do this. They crowded into the stall with beers and phones, laughing as they filmed her from every angle. “Look at your mum, bro,” one of them said, zooming in on her cum-glazed face and the way her small tits were heaving. “She’s a proper broken MILF now.” They took turns next, one after another. One made her ride him reverse cowgirl on the toilet seat, her hairy cunt swallowing his cock while another pissed in her mouth at the same time. “Swallow it all, Auntie. Your son raised a good piss-drinking whore.” She did, choking and drooling while her belly swelled slightly from all the fluid.
By the time the park started emptying out, Irene was a wreck. Cum dripped from her pussy and ass in thick white strands, mixing with piss that ran down her legs into the thigh-highs. Her small A-cups were covered in handprints and spit, the marker words smeared but still readable. Her long hair was matted to her face, and her eyes were glassy, but she still looked up at me when I finally unchained her.
“Walk home like that, Mum,” I said, clipping the leash back on. “Coat open. Let everyone see what my mother is.”
She stood on shaky legs, the coat hanging off one shoulder, cum leaking down her inner thighs with every step. The writing on her belly was still clear under the streetlights: “USED BY STRANGERS WHILE MY SON WATCHED.” A couple of late-night joggers stared as we passed, and one even whistled. Irene kept her head high enough to look at me, whispering under her breath the whole way, “Thank you, son… Mommy’s your toilet. Always.”
Back at the flat, I didn’t let her shower. I just pushed her onto her bed, still sticky and leaking, and made her spread her legs so I could take a few last pictures—her small tits marked up, that hairy cunt ruined and gaping, the perfect reminder of another night turning my own mother into the free-use cumdump she was born to be. Tomorrow we’d do it all over again.
My name is Dr. Minho Park, and I’ve been a gynecologist for fifteen years. My friend Jihoon and I go back to university. When he told me his wife, Song Jihyo, was pregnant for the first time at thirty-nine, he asked if I would take her on personally. “She’s nervous,” he said. “I trust you, hyung. You’ll make her feel safe.”
I smiled and shook his hand. Safe was exactly what I planned to make her feel.
Jihyo was stunning even in her loose maternity dresses—shoulder-length dark hair, sharp cheekbones, full lips that still carried that famous playful smile from her variety-show days. C-to-D cup breasts that pregnancy had already begun to swell into something heavier, rounder. And between her legs, from the very first exam, I noticed the thick, glossy black bush that she clearly never trimmed. A proper, natural Korean MILF cunt, already glistening with the extra blood flow of early pregnancy.
First two visits, Jihoon sat right beside her. I kept everything textbook: blood pressure, fetal heartbeat, gentle external palpation over her clothes. I praised her for being such a “healthy, glowing expectant mother.” She blushed and thanked me. Trust level: high.
By the third visit she came alone. Jihoon had a work emergency. Perfect.
“Jihyo-ssi, today we need to do a more thorough breast and pelvic check,” I said in my calmest doctor voice, closing the door softly. “Pregnancy hormones can cause changes that we have to monitor closely. Some women feel a little shy, but I promise it’s completely routine. Would you like a chaperone?”
She hesitated, then shook her head. “No… I trust you, Doctor. Jihoon says you’re the best.”
I smiled warmly. “Good girl. Let’s start with the breasts. Lie back, please.”
She did. I lifted the hem of her maternity top and folded her bra up over the soft, heavy mounds. Her nipples were already darker, thicker, the areolas spreading like dark coins. I cupped one breast openly, thumb brushing the stiff peak.
“See this darkening? Totally normal. But I need to check for any lumps or discharge.” I squeezed gently, then rolled her nipple between my fingers, pulling just a fraction harder than necessary. A tiny bead of clear fluid appeared. “Perfect,” I murmured. “Your body is preparing beautifully.”
Her breathing had quickened. “Is… is that supposed to happen?”
“Absolutely. Some women leak colostrum this early. It’s healthy.” I repeated the motion on the other breast, longer this time, watching her bite her lip. “Any tenderness?”
“A little… sensitive,” she whispered.
“Good. That means everything is working.” I left her bra folded up and her tits fully exposed while I moved lower. “Now the pelvic exam. I’m going to lower your panties just a little, okay? Standard procedure.”
I slid her maternity leggings and plain white panties down to mid-thigh. Her pregnant belly curved gently, and below it that thick, untamed bush of black hair glistened with the extra moisture pregnancy brings. Her outer lips were already puffy, slightly parted. I could smell her—warm, musky, fertile.
I placed the drape across her waist, the thin blue sheet that blocked her view of everything below her chest. Classic. She couldn’t see my face anymore when I sat on the stool between her legs.
“Comfortable?” I asked.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Excellent. I’m going to examine the external genitalia first.” My fingers parted her hairy lips slowly, deliberately. The pink inner folds were slick. “You’re producing a lot of healthy lubrication. That’s excellent for the baby.”
I traced her clit with my thumb, circling it under the guise of “checking capillary response.” She twitched.
“Any discomfort?”
“N-no… it feels… strange.”
“Strange is normal. Your nerves are hypersensitive right now.” I slid one finger inside her—slow, clinical, then two. Her walls clenched, hot and velvety. I curled them against her front wall while my other hand stayed on her belly, pretending to palpate the uterus.
“Relax, Jihyo-ssi. Breathe. I need to check your cervix depth.”
I replaced my fingers with the blunt head of my cock. I’d been rock-hard since she walked in. I pushed in one smooth inch, then another, keeping my voice perfectly steady.
“Feel that pressure? That’s just the speculum equivalent—manual today for accuracy. You’re doing so well.”
She gasped softly. “It’s… bigger than usual…”
“Pregnancy makes the canal softer and more elastic. Totally normal. Just relax and let me go deeper so I can feel the cervix properly.”
I sank all the way in, balls-deep in my best friend’s pregnant wife. Her hairy cunt swallowed me perfectly, the thick bush tickling my groin. I stayed still for a long moment, savoring the wet heat, then began slow, deep thrusts disguised as “cervical assessment.”
“Excellent tone,” I praised. “You’re gripping beautifully. Some patients need me to move like this to get a full reading.”
Her breathing was ragged now. “Doctor… it feels… really deep…”
“That’s the idea. We have to be thorough.” I sped up just a fraction, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. “Any cramping?”
“No… it feels… full…”
“Good. That’s the healthy response.” I reached under the drape and found her swollen clit again, rubbing firm circles while I fucked her steadily. “I’m going to apply some gentle stimulation now. It helps relax the pelvic floor.”
She moaned—quiet, embarrassed, but unmistakable. Her pregnant tits jiggled with every thrust. I pinched one nipple hard through the drape.
“Perfect. You’re responding exactly as you should.”
I fucked her harder, the chair creaking softly. Her hairy cunt was creaming around my cock now, white streaks visible on my shaft every time I pulled back. I could feel her walls fluttering.
“You might feel a strong contraction soon,” I warned professionally. “That’s normal. Just let it happen. It’s good for circulation.”
She came hard—her back arching, a choked whimper escaping as her pregnant pussy spasmed and milked me. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, voice calm as ever.
“Wonderful. Excellent muscle control.”
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, flooding her pregnant womb with thick ropes of cum. I stayed inside her, grinding slowly while I pretended to massage her cervix.
“Some patients benefit from a little internal application of fluid,” I said casually. “It’s a natural lubricant I use—helps prevent any micro-tears. You’ll feel it leak out later. Completely harmless.”
She was panting, flushed, eyes glassy. “Thank you, Doctor… I feel… very taken care of.”
I pulled out slowly, watching my cum bubble out of her hairy cunt and drip onto the paper sheet. I wiped her gently with a warm cloth, as if it were routine.
“Same time next week. We’ll do a longer session—full internal mapping. You might want to skip breakfast; sometimes the deeper checks can feel intense.”
She nodded, dazed, pulling her panties back up over her freshly-fucked, cum-filled pussy. “I’ll… I’ll do whatever you say.”
Over the next months the visits became ritual.
Every time she came alone I raised the drape higher, exposed more of her changing body. Her breasts grew to full, heavy D-cups, veins visible under the skin, nipples constantly erect and leaking tiny drops when I “examined” them for minutes at a time. I sucked them openly under the drape while telling her it was “manual colostrum expression technique.” She whimpered and thanked me.
Her belly swelled. Her hairy cunt became even puffier, the lips darker, the hair matted with constant arousal and my cum. I fucked her every visit—slow and deep while describing “cervical softening checks,” fast and brutal while claiming I was “stimulating blood flow to the placenta.” I came inside her every single time, telling her the warm rush was “special pregnancy oil” or “nutrient gel” that would help the baby.
One afternoon, seven months along, her belly huge and round, I had her on all fours on the exam table, drape over her back like a tent. I fucked her from behind, hands gripping her swollen hips, while she moaned into the pillow.
“Deep breath, Jihyo-ssi. I’m checking the posterior wall today. You’re so open for me… perfect patient.”
I reached around and rubbed her clit until she came again, her pregnant belly swinging, tits leaking onto the paper. I flooded her a second time, then plugged her with a thick silicone “cervical support” (my cock stayed inside until I was soft).
She never once suspected.
Not when I made her ride me in the chair while I “monitored fetal movement with internal probe.” Not when I came on her face during a “facial nerve response test” and told her it was a new vitamin serum. Not even when, in her final month, I fucked her ass for the first time under the excuse of “checking rectal pressure for labor prep.” She just gasped, called me “the best doctor in the world,” and waddled out leaking from both holes.
On the day she gave birth—healthy baby boy—Jihoon thanked me in the delivery room. Jihyo, exhausted and glowing, looked at me with pure gratitude.
“I don’t know how I would have gotten through this pregnancy without you, Doctor,” she whispered, still leaking my last load into the hospital pad.
I smiled, squeezed her hand, and told her I’d be happy to be her doctor again for the next one.
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You hold your girlfriend Mina's hand and return to Nishinomiya's home with her and her teammate Dahyun.
As soon as she entered the door, Mina's mother greet her warmly: "Welcome back! Thank you for your hard work."
"Hello, aunt. we are back to visit you and uncle." You say politely.
Dahyun also greets him: "Hi auntie, hello uncle!"
"Come on, come on, come in and have a rest." Mina's mother enthusiastically led you into the living room and serves you tea.
Dahyun and you sat on the sofa while Mina goes to the kitchen to help prepare meals. After a while, Mina's father also comes back from outside.
"Oh, my good daughter is finally back! And this lovely guest, please sit down for a while while I wash my hands and we can start dinner."
"Stop working so hard. Let's sit down and have a rest together." Mina's mother advises.
As you chat, the topic change from work to their idol life, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
After a while, Mina's parents bring all kinds of carefully prepared dishes to the table one by one. The aroma is overflowing, the color and fragrance are all perfect, and you are all salivating after seeing it.
"Okay, let's get started!" Mina's mother says happily.
you started eating delicious food, chatting, and joking while eating. Dahyun came alone, but she was very excited to reunite with Mina's family.
After lunch, you decided to go out for a walk in the park to rest.
After arriving at the park, you took a walk on the path under the shade of the trees. The breeze blows on your face, the birds sing, and the flowers smell, making you feel relaxed.
Mina, hold your hand and whispers: "It's great to be with you."
You look at her affectionately and hold her hand tightly: "I will always love you, Mina."
Dahyun smiles mischievously and joined our conversation from time to time. The three of you spent the afternoon happily talking to each other.
You tried to have sex with Mina, but she was still a little reserved at her parents' house.
'No, mommy is just next door. We will do it when we go back to Seoul, Ok?' Mina hugs you tightly, trying to comfort you.
You didn't force her, you just hug her gently and then fall asleep.
Later that night, you get up and go to the bathroom. When passing by the guest room, you vaguely hear some strange noises inside. Out of curiosity, I quietly walk to the door. The door was not completely closed, leaving a small crack exposed. I took a closer look and was surprised to find——
In the guest room, Dahyun was naked and kneeling on the bed. Mina's father stood by the bed, inserting his thick penis into her little mouth; while Mina's brother stood at the end of the bed, inserting Dahyun's vagina from behind. Dahyun's body shook under the impact of the two men, and he let out intermittent moans.
"Little Dahyun, your little mouth is so great, it makes Daddy feel so comfortable." Mina's father gasped, holding down Dahyun's head and thrusting hard. "Baby, relax and let daddy's big cock enter your deepest part."
"Hmm...ah...slow down...it's too deep..." Dahyun tried to open his mouth wide, trying to accommodate the man's huge penis.
At the same time, Mina's brother was also working hard behind Dahyun, hitting Huaxin hard every time. "Dubu, you are so good at clamping here, you are going to clamp off your brother's cock!" He pumped hard while squeezing Dahyun's elastic buttocks.
"Ugh...I don't want it anymore...I really can't do it anymore..." Dahyun was forced to tears by the double stimulation before and after, but his body honestly secreted a large amount of love juice.
Seeing this scene, I also got hard and couldn't help but put my hand into my pants and started masturbating. The way the three of them interacted together was very exciting, and Dahyun's gasping voice also made me even more excited.
"Little Dahyun, call me daddy and I will reward you." Mina's father ordered. "Come on, how many times can you call me husband?"
"Husband... um... slow down, hubby..." Dahyun did as she was told. When I heard her calling her husband, I felt jealous.
"You're so naughty, little dubu. Then you have to serve your husband well." Mina's father grabbed Dahyun's hair and thrust into her mouth harder. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
"Hmm...ahem..." Dahyun choked on the sudden flow of semen, but still swallowed most of the liquid obediently.
"Awesome, little Dahyu. Take your husband's things." Mina's father patted Daxian's cheek with satisfaction, "Now it's my turn!"
"It's my turn to fuck you, little slut!" Mina's brother turned Dahyun over, who was still in the afterglow of orgasm, raised her legs on her shoulders, and once again penetrated her wet pussy. . "Uh...it feels so good...Dahyun, there's so much water inside you..."
"Ah...oppa...slow down..." Dahyun was unable to resist and could only endure another sprint.
I couldn't stand it any longer, so I opened the door and walked in: "Dahyun, what are you doing? How can you go behind your boyfriend's back and fuck with other men?"
The three of them were startled. Mina's father and brother quickly pulled up their pants, feeling embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I seduced them first." Daxian explained with a blushing face.
"Forget it, since you are also my girlfriend now, let's continue." I said pretending to be generous.
"Huh? But..."
"No buts, you are mine tonight." I couldn't help but take Dahyun's hand and put it on my crotch. "Touch and see, your boyfriend is already hard."
Dahyun shyly caressed my lower body and soon made me excited.
"In that case, then come and taste a real big cock." Mina's father puffed out his chest and walked towards Dahyun. "Lie down, I'm going to fuck you from behind."
"Yes, daddy." Dahyun lay obediently on the bed, with his round butt raised high.
Mina's father held the thick penis that was erect again and slowly inserted it into Dahyun's moist vagina. "Fuck, it's getting bigger again, little Dahyun. Your little mouth is so powerful."
"Hmm...it's so big...slow down..." Dahyun felt the feeling of being filled again behind him and couldn't help twisting his waist.
At this moment, Mina's brother suddenly climbed up on the bed and put the meat blade that was ready to go against Dahyun's mouth. "Dubu ah, the other side can't be left out in the cold, right?"
Dahyun opened her small mouth obediently and took Mina's brother's huge penis into her mouth. "Uh... um..." She struggled to swallow, her cheeks bulging and fluid flowing down the corners of her mouth.
"Yeah babe, use your little tongue to serve me well." Brother Mina held down Dahyun's head and began to thrust into her mouth. "Fuck fuck, I'm going to die in your mouth!"
"Uh...uh huh..." Dahyun's little mouth was filled to the brim and he could only whimper.
"Okay, okay, let's change positions." Mina's father pulled out his penis, turned Dahyun over, and let her lie on her back on the bed. "This is like a good girl."
Mina's father raised Dahyun's legs and inserted into her soft pussy again. "Wow, you're already wet down there, have you been waiting for us?"
"Um...ha...because you guys are so big...I can't stand it..." Dahyun admitted.
"I see, then we must satisfy you." Mina's brother lowered his body, pulled out his penis from Dahyun's mouth, quickly stroked a few times, and then cummed directly on her face.
Dahyun was surrounded by three of you and fell into a lewd situation.
Mina's father held the thick and long penis, slowly inserted it into Dahyun's pink pussy, and began to thrust vigorously. "Mmm... Daddy's big cock is coming in... It feels so good..." Dahyun moaned softly.
Mina's brother inserted his cock covered in precum into Dahyun's little mouth, held her head with one hand, and began to move in and out of her mouth. "Fuck, Dahyun's little mouth is good at sucking...a little harder..."
I crawled to the head of the bed, inserted my fingers into Dahyun's anus, and circled around the tight entrance. "Relax, I'm going in." Before Dahyun could react, I slowly inserted my hard penis into her. "Hmm...the ass...is so swollen..." Dahyun felt a little uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, you will get used to it soon." I said as I started to thrust slowly. With all three holes filled, Dahyun was quickly immersed in pleasure. "Hmm...ah...slow down a little...I can't bear it..."
"Don't worry, we have all night." Mina's father increased his speed, pushing to the deepest point with every thrust. "Dahyun, tell daddy, whose big cock do you like best?"
"Well...I like them all...but I like Y/N the most..." Dahyun replied with a blushing face.
At the same time, I also found the rhythm and rubbed Dahyun's sensitive points accurately every time. "Relax, we need to be comfortable together."
Mina's father put Dahyun's legs on his shoulders and continued to forcefully move his lower body in and out, brushing against the sensitive G-spot every time.
"Little Dahyun, tell daddy, do you want daddy's semen?" Mina's father gasped and asked.
"I want...I want daddy's semen..." Dahyun replied with blurred eyes, and streams of honey secreted from the depths of her heart.
"Good girl, then daddy will give it all to you." After saying that, Mina's father slammed into the deepest part of Dahyun, and all the hot essence spurted out, straight into the cervix.
"Ah... it's so hot... there's so much daddy's semen..." Dahyun felt the heat pouring into his body, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the clouds.
At the same time, Mina's brother also increased his speed, hitting Dahyun's throat harder and harder.
"Dahyun, tell Oppa, who do you belong to?"
"I...I belong to Oppa...please use me as much as you like..." Dahyun was completely addicted to lust.
"Very good, then I'll give it all to you!" Mina's brother growled and poured all the hot liquid into Dahyun's mouth.
I felt the contractions in Dahyun's vagina becoming more and more frequent, and I knew that she was almost reaching her limit. So I speeded up, hitting the sensitive points hard every time.
Under our attack, Dahyun quickly reached the peak, a large wave of nectar surged out from the depths of her heart, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble.
"No...no more...I can't bear it anymore..." Dahyun screamed and begged for mercy.
"Hold on a little longer, let's do it together!" I shouted, and after dozens of rapid thrusts, I finally released all the hot love juice into Dahyun's body.
The three men all fell beside Dahyun if they were exhausted, but Dahyun was too tired to move, and allowed the white turbidity to flow out of her three small holes.
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Junho still felt like he was living in some kind of bizarre dream. One day, his mom had announced she was getting remarried, and the next, he had two new step-sisters. Not just any stepsisters, but the Eunbi and the Karina. Two of the most famous idols in Korea. He used to spend hours watching fancams of them, his hand down his pants, fantasizing about those stunning faces and their incredible bodies. Eunbi with her slightly softer, womanly curves and Karina with that lean, powerful sexiness. And now, they were living in the same house as him.
He had immediately spilled the unbelievable news to his best friend, SeJoon. Se Joon, a fellow admirer of both idols, had been ecstatic. He practically begged Junho to let him come over and see these goddesses in person. Junho, still slightly dazed by the whole situation himself, hadn't really put up much of a fight. And so, for the past month, SeJoon had become a permanent fixture at Junho’s house, much to the subtle amusement (and sometimes blatant annoyance) of his new step-sisters.
Eunbi, the older one, had a smile that could melt glaciers and a way of looking at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. Her body was lush, her breasts full and round, her hips curving out in a way that made Junho’s pants feel tight just looking at her in casual clothes around the house. Karina, on the other hand, was all sharp angles and fierce energy. Her dance moves were legendary, and her body was toned and powerful, her abs visible even through a loose t-shirt. Both of them had that effortless idol beauty, the kind that seemed to glow even when they had just rolled out of bed.
SeJoon, never one to be subtle, made no secret of his admiration. He would often “casually” linger in the kitchen when Eunbi was making breakfast, his eyes following her every move. And if Karina was practicing her dance routines in the living room, SeJoon would find any excuse to sit and watch, a goofy grin plastered across his face.
Junho himself wasn't immune. He would catch himself staring at them sometimes, especially in the evenings when they would relax after their busy schedules. Eunbi would often wear soft, oversized sweaters that still managed to hint at her impressive figure, while Karina preferred more revealing outfits, sometimes just shorts and a tank top, showcasing her sculpted arms and legs.
One evening, Junho was in the living room, pretending to study, while Karina was lying on the floor, her sports bra barely containing her ample cleavage. Sef Joon was sitting on the couch next to Junho, openly watching Karina, a look of pure awe on his face. Karina stretched, her body arching in a way that made Junho’s heart pound. He glanced at SeJoon, who had a hand subtly moving under his blanket-covered lap. Junho knew exactly what he was doing.
Another time, Junho was getting a glass of water in the kitchen when Eunbi walked in, wearing just a loose t-shirt and shorts. As she reached for the fridge, her t-shirt rode up slightly, giving Junho a glimpse of the curve of her ass. SeJoon, who had followed Junho into the kitchen, let out a soft whistle. Eunbi turned around, a knowing smile on her face. She was aware of their constant ogling.
It had become a routine. SeJoon would come over, they would try to act casual while subtly (and not so subtly) checking out Eunbi and Karina. The air in the house was thick with unspoken lust and a constant awareness of the two beautiful and famous women who were now part of their lives. For Junho, it was a dream come true, even if it was a slightly awkward and definitely forbidden one. And for SeJoon, it was the best month of his life.
Junho was engrossed in the game, his thumbs flying across the controller as he battled SeJoon’s character on the screen. College being on leave meant they had the whole day to themselves, a rare luxury. After a particularly intense round, SeJoon announced he was going to grab a bottle of water from downstairs. Junho, still focused on the game, just nodded in response.
A few minutes passed, and SeJoon hadn’t returned. Junho paused the game, a little curious. SeJoon usually didn’t take this long just for water. He called out his name, but there was no response. Getting up, Junho headed out of his room and towards the stairs. He didn’t hear anything in the kitchen, so he figured SeJoon might be in the living room talking to his stepmom or one of his sisters.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard soft murmuring coming from the landing below. He instinctively moved towards the railing, his curiosity piqued. Instead of going all the way down, he stopped halfway, noticing a small gap between the wall and the railing. He peered through the opening, and the scene that unfolded made his eyes widen in disbelief.
Eunbi was leaning against the wall on the landing, her body relaxed and her head tilted slightly as she looked up at SeJoon. SeJoon was standing a few steps below her, close enough that their bodies were almost touching. His hand was gently cupping her cheek, his thumb softly stroking the smooth skin of her beautiful face. Eunbi was smiling, a soft, genuine smile that Junho rarely saw. They were talking in hushed tones, their heads close together, and there was an undeniable intimacy in their posture.
SeJoon’s other hand rested lightly on Eunbi’s waist, his fingers just barely touching the curve of her hip. Even from Junho’s hidden vantage point, he could sense a connection, a spark between them that went beyond a casual conversation. Eunbi’s eyes were soft as she gazed at SeJoon, and there was a warmth in her expression that made Junho feel a strange pang in his chest. He couldn't quite hear what they were saying, their voices too low, but the scene itself spoke volumes. His best friend, the one person he trusted, was standing incredibly close to his stunningly beautiful step-sister, touching her in a way that definitely wasn't just friendly.
Peeking through the gap, Junho strained his ears to catch their hushed conversation. SeJoon’s voice was low and intimate as he asked Eunbi, “No schedule today, then?”
Eunbi leaned back against the wall, her smile softening even further. “Not today,” she replied, her voice a gentle murmur. “Tomorrow, though. It’s a photoshoot.”
SeJoon’s hand on her waist tightened slightly, his thumb pressing gently into her hip. “Sexy one?” he asked, his tone teasing. “Will you be teasing the cameraman with that sexy body of yours?”
Eunbi chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh, SeJoon-ah,” she said, her voice flirtatious, “you know I don’t tease just anyone.” She leaned in a little closer, her gaze dropping suggestively to his lips. “My… assets… are for a much more appreciative audience.”
SeJoon’s eyes followed hers, and he grinned, a look of pure lust spreading across his face. “Oh yeah?” he breathed out, his hand now moving up from her waist to cup her side, his fingers just barely brushing the underside of her breast through her thin top. “And who might that be?”
Eunbi leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down Junho’s spine even from his hidden spot. “Someone who knows how to use them properly,” she purred, her gaze flicking back up to meet SeJoon’s eyes, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Then, her next words hit Junho like a punch to the gut. “Someone who knows that these big boobs,” she emphasized the word, her hand briefly touching her ample chest, “are just waiting for his mouth to suck on them.”
Peeking through the gap in the stairs, Junho's breath hitched as he took in the sight of Kwon Eunbi. Even in casual clothes, her idol aura was undeniable, but today she was wearing something that truly accentuated her famous figure. A tight, off-the-shoulder crop top clung to her upper body, the thin material straining slightly over her impressive bust. Her "hanging boobs," as her fans affectionately called them – full and round with a natural, enticing sway – were prominently on display, their shape and size impossible to ignore even through the fabric.
Below, she wore a short, fitted skirt that hugged her curves perfectly, stopping just above her knees and showcasing her slender, toned legs. The combination of the tight top and skirt created a silhouette that was both effortlessly sexy and undeniably alluring. It was the kind of outfit that drew the eye and left little to the imagination, highlighting all the features that had made her a star.
As Eunbi leaned against the wall, her posture only served to emphasize her curves. The way the top clung to her breasts made them look even more prominent, and Junho could see the subtle outline of her nipples pressing against the thin material. It was a view that was both familiar and yet incredibly arousing, especially knowing that his best friend was just inches away from her.
SeJoon’s hand on her side shifted slightly as they talked, his fingers now resting just at the curve of her hip where the tight skirt began. The contrast between his casual t-shirt and Eunbi’s glamorous attire only added to the surreality of the scene. Junho felt a strange mix of emotions swirling within him – curiosity, jealousy, and an undeniable sense of being a voyeur to something incredibly private and intimate.
Eunbi’s smile as she spoke to SeJoon was warm and genuine, and the way she subtly emphasized her “big boobs” with a playful touch of her hand sent a jolt of something akin to shock and arousal through Junho. This was really happening. His best friend was flirting, and possibly more, with his incredibly sexy step-sister, right under his own roof.
SeJoon leaned in closer to Eunbi, his eyes dropping to her lips. He moved slowly, giving her ample time to pull away if she wanted to. “Just a little kiss, Noona?” he murmured, his voice soft and persuasive.
Eunbi hesitated. She glanced subtly towards the top of the stairs, a fleeting look of concern crossing her beautiful face. “SeJoon-ah, Junho is home…” she whispered, her voice a gentle reminder of the potential consequences if they were discovered.
But SeJoon seemed undeterred. He gently cupped her other cheek with his free hand, his thumbs softly stroking her skin. “He’s probably got his headphones on, lost in that video game again,” he said, his gaze never leaving her eyes. He leaned in even closer, his lips now just a hair's breadth away from hers.
Then, he dropped his voice even lower, a husky whisper filled with a knowing intimacy. “Besides,” he continued, a smirk playing on his lips, “you didn’t seem to mind so much yesterday, did you? Behind your bedroom door, while our oblivious Junho was upstairs revising for whatever test he thinks he has.”
Eunbi’s eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her neck. She quickly glanced at the top of the stairs again, her earlier resistance seemingly weakening. She bit her lip, a flicker of a smile playing on her face despite her initial hesitation.
Hidden behind the wall, Junho’s blood ran cold. His headphones had been on yesterday, blasting some music while he tried to focus on his notes. He remembered hearing some muffled sounds from downstairs, but he had just dismissed them. Now, SeJoon’s words hit him with the force of a physical blow. Behind Eunbi’s bedroom door? While he was right upstairs? The image of his best friend and his step-sister… his step-sister… together, in that way, flashed through his mind, a sickening wave of disbelief and a strange kind of violation washing over him.
He gripped the edge of the wall tightly, his knuckles turning white. He strained his ears, wanting to hear more, needing to know the extent of what had been happening right under his nose. His heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of confusion, anger, and a painful kind of curiosity churning within him. He had allowed SeJoon to come over every day, thinking they were just hanging out, playing games, and being friends. He had never imagined… never even considered… this.
Downstairs, the landing of the staircase was bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight filtering through the large window. Dust motes danced in the golden rays, illuminating the intimate tableau of SeJoon and Eunbi. SeJoon’s hands still framed her face, his gaze intense. Eunbi’s eyes flickered between his lips and the top of the stairs, a visible internal struggle playing out on her beautiful features
Eunbi’s resistance crumbled, replaced by a sudden, intense wave of desire. With a soft gasp, she reached out, her slender hands gripping SeJoon’s shirt. Instead of pushing him away as she had moments before, she pulled him forward with surprising strength, closing the remaining distance between them. Then, she slammed her body against his, pressing her curves into his frame, and her lips crashed onto his in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
It was a passionate, hungry kiss, raw with an urgency that spoke of a desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. Her mouth opened against his, her tongue immediately seeking his, tangling and swirling in a desperate, needy dance. There was no coyness, no hesitation, just pure, unadulterated lust. She kissed him like she couldn’t get enough, her grip on his shirt tightening, her body molding itself against his.
Breaking the kiss, her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her eyes blazing with a newfound boldness. “You…” she whispered, her voice thick with arousal, “…nobody dares to tease me like that.” She tilted her head back, looking up at him, a strange mixture of anger and excitement in her gaze. “You’re the first one who has.”
Her chest heaved beneath the tight crop top, her "hanging boobs" swaying slightly with her movements. The thin material clung to her skin, outlining every curve, and Junho, still hidden above, could see the dark outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric. Her short, tight skirt had ridden up even further with their sudden movements, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth thighs.
As they kissed, SeJoon’s hands, which had been tentatively exploring her chest, now moved with a newfound confidence. They slid down her sides, past the curve of her waist, and landed firmly on her toned, big ass. He gripped it tightly, his fingers digging into the firm flesh, molding her backside against his own hardening body. He pressed her close, feeling the soft give of her buttocks against his growing erection.
A low moan escaped Eunbi’s lips, the sound muffled slightly by their fervent kissing. The sensation of SeJoon’s hands firmly cupping her ass, squeezing and pressing her against him, sent a jolt of pure pleasure shooting through her body. It started low in her core, a warm, pulsing throb that quickly spread upwards, making her breath catch and her heart pound even faster. She tightened her grip on SeJoon’s shirt, her body arching slightly as the waves of sensation washed over her.
Junho, watching from his hidden spot on the stairs, felt a strange mix of shock and intense arousal. Seeing his usually reserved step-sister engaging in such a passionate display with his best friend was both unsettling and undeniably titillating. The way SeJoon’s hands were so possessively grabbing her ass, and Eunbi’s audible moans of pleasure, painted a vivid picture of the intimacy that was unfolding just a few feet away. He gripped the railing, his knuckles white, a knot of complicated emotions tightening in his stomach.
SeJoon’s hands lingered on her rounded backside, his fingers kneading and squeezing with obvious enjoyment. He took his time, savoring the feel of her toned flesh molded against his palms. Then, with a soft sigh, he pulled his face away from hers and lowered his head, burying his face in the valley between her large, bare breasts.
She let out a deep, involuntary moan, her head falling back against the wall. The sensation of SeJoon’s face pressed against her skin, his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive nipples, was intensely pleasurable. She knew exactly the kind of effect her figure had on men. She had seen it countless times – the way their eyes would linger, the subtle shift in their posture, the almost immediate hardening in their pants just from her standing in front of them. It had never really mattered to her before. She was used to the attention, and most of the time, she simply ignored it.
But this felt different. This was SeJoon, her younger step-brother’s best friend, and for some reason, his attention, his touch, ignited a different kind of fire within her. Her body, which had always been a tool for her career, a visual asset to be managed, now felt a different kind of need, a craving specifically for SeJoon’s touch and his desire. The way he had teased her, the boldness of his kiss, and now the intimacy of his face buried in her breasts – it was all awakening something within her that had been dormant for so long. Her own hands, which had been clutching his shirt, now moved to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him closer as his face pressed deeper into her cleavage.
SeJoon’s hands continued to grope her breasts, treating them like the precious treasures they were. He kneaded the soft mounds, his fingers sinking into their yielding flesh, feeling the impressive weight in his palms. Her breath hitched with each squeeze, her moans echoing softly on the landing. He shifted his grip, his thumbs now finding the sensitive skin just beneath her collarbone, gently stroking down towards the swollen peaks of her nipples.
He couldn’t resist the urge to fully appreciate their size, his hands spreading wide to encompass as much of her as possible. Her breasts were full and round, their shape accentuated by the tight crop top she wore, even as it threatened to burst at the seams with the pressure. Her nipples were already hard and prominent, their pink hue darkening with his touch. He teased them with the pads of his thumbs, circling them gently before applying a little more pressure, causing her to gasp.
Lowering his head once more, SeJoon’s lips found one eager nipple. He sucked gently at first, his mouth forming a warm, wet seal around the sensitive bud. Her body shuddered, her hands tightening in his hair as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. The soft sounds of his sucking mingled with her increasingly breathy moans, creating a sensual symphony in the stairwell.
He increased the intensity of his ministrations, pulling harder on her nipple, his tongue flicking across its surface. She cried out, her back arching slightly against the wall. Her other breast, left unattended for a moment, seemed to yearn for his touch. He obliged, his free hand now caressing and squeezing the remaining mound, his fingers dancing across its surface.
Moving to the other breast, SeJoon repeated his passionate assault. He licked and sucked with gusto, his mouth leaving a glistening trail on her warm skin. He used his teeth to gently nibble at the areola, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. Her moans were becoming more frantic now, her body clearly on the verge of something intense.
His hands continued their exploration, sometimes squeezing firmly, sometimes gently caressing. He loved the feel of her skin under his fingertips, the way it was soft yet firm, yielding to his touch yet springing back with a delightful resilience. He traced the veins that were just visible beneath the surface, marveling at the intricate network that brought life to these incredible mounds of pleasure.
He spent what felt like an eternity lost in the sensation, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to drive her wild. Her body trembled and shook, her moans and gasps filling the air, a clear testament to the intense pleasure she was experiencing under his touch
Eunbi trembled violently in SeJoon’s grasp, her head thrown back in an arc of pure ecstasy. Her long, black hair flailed wildly as his mouth devoured her breasts, sucking and licking with a fervent intensity. Each tug and swirl of his tongue sent shivers racing through her entire frame.
SeJoon, not content with just his mouth, used both hands to flick her nipples simultaneously. His thumbs danced across the hard peaks, teasing and tormenting them with a rapid, rhythmic motion. Every time his thumbs made contact, her body shook uncontrollably, a clear testament to the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her. Her moans escalated in volume and desperation, echoing through the stairwell, each sound a raw expression of her escalating arousal.
Hidden in his precarious position above, Junho watched the scene unfold with a growing sense of disbelief and a sickening wave of regret. His eyes were wide with a mixture of shock, jealousy, and a painful understanding of what was happening. That should be me, he thought, his fists clenching involuntarily. Those were his step-sisters, the idols he had fantasized about for so long. It should have been him touching them, kissing them, making them moan like that.
A bitter taste filled his mouth. He had been so excited to have Eunbi and Karina as his step-sisters, so thrilled at the prospect of living in the same house as these beautiful, famous women. And then he had been so eager to share this with SeJoon, his best friend. He had never considered that SeJoon would… that this would happen. He had invited the wolf into the henhouse, blinded by his excitement and naiveté.
The sight of SeJoon’s hands so intimately caressing her body, the sound of her pleasure-filled moans, the way she seemed to be completely lost in the moment with his best friend – it was all a brutal and undeniable form of betrayal. The cuckold fantasy he had unknowingly stepped into was no longer a distant thought; it was a stark and painful reality unfolding right before his eyes.
SeJoon’s hungry mouth continued its downward journey, leaving a trail of wetness on Eunbi’s toned abs as he licked and sucked. With a swift movement, his hands went to the waistband of her tight skirt and pulled it down over her hips. The skirt landed in a soft heap at her feet, revealing her bare pussy, glistening wet with her arousal, and the absence of any panties.
SeJoon looked up at her, a knowing smirk on his face. “You always do this, don’t you, Noona?” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “No panties around me. You knew you were going to seduce me.” (Junho, still watching from above, hadn’t seen this part unfold earlier.)
Eunbi just moaned, her head thrown back against the wall. SeJoon didn’t wait for a response. His lips moved lower again, his tongue now tracing the swollen lips of her bare vagina. She trembled instantly, her legs shaking against the wall. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth as his tongue dipped inside, exploring her wetness.
Then, with a low growl, SeJoon dove right in, his mouth fully engulfing her clit and lips. He ate her out with a passionate intensity, his tongue working relentlessly, making her moan louder and louder. “Oh, SeJoon… ahh… fuck yes…” she gasped, her words thick with pleasure. “Eat me… eat me like you mean it…” Her hips lifted slightly off the wall, instinctively pressing against his face, seeking more of his attention. All this while, Junho remained frozen in his spot on the stairs, witnessing the incredibly intimate and explicit act unfolding between his best friend and his step-sister. The sounds of their pleasure echoed through the house, a constant reminder of his own exclusion.
SeJoon, eager to feel her tight heat around him again, quickly stepped back just enough to shuck off his boxers. His thick, hard cock sprang free, standing tall and ready. Without wasting another moment, he gripped her hips, his gaze locked on her flushed face, and then slammed back into her, thrusting deep until she gasped.
He filled her, stretching her in a way that made her knees buckle slightly. She grabbed onto his shoulders for support, her body arching with the intensity of the sensation. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Here she was, Kwon Eunbi, the idol who had charmed millions with her sexy performances, especially that legendary waterbomb festival where her revealing outfit and incredible figure had driven fans wild. And now, that same body, the one she had used to command stadiums, was being pounded relentlessly by a college student, someone younger than her, right here on the stairs of her own home. What would her fans, the ones who put her on a pedestal, think if they could see her now, moaning and writhing in pleasure beneath a boy just a few years out of high school?
SeJoon continued to drive into Eunbi, their ragged breaths and moans mingling with the dirty words they whispered to each other. “Oh, fuck, Noona…” he’d pant, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You feel so good… so tight.”
“Yeah, you like that, you little punk?” Eunbi would gasp back, her head thrown back against the wall. “You like the way my pussy grips you?”
Their rhythm intensified, bodies slapping together with a wet, fleshy sound. Then, SeJoon suddenly shifted his grip, turning her around so that her back was now facing him. He held her hips firmly as he continued to thrust, his gaze now feasting on the sight of her thick ass swaying with each powerful stroke.
“Look at that ass, Noona,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. He reached out and slapped her hard on one cheek, the sound echoing in the stairwell. Eunbi cried out, not in pain, but in a primal surge of arousal.
He slapped her other buttock with equal force. “You’re my bitch now, Noona,” he hissed, his cock pounding into her from behind. “My little fuck toy. You’re going to take every inch of this cock and you’re going to like it.
SeJoon continued his rough assault, his hard cock slamming into Eunbi from behind, her thick ass bouncing with each powerful thrust. The sounds of their bodies colliding echoed against the walls of the stairwell, a raw and primal rhythm of lust.
“Yeah, that’s right, you’re my little bitch, Noona,” SeJoon growled, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back hard against his thrusts. He slapped her ass again, this time harder, making her yelp, but it was a sound laced with pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“Fuck yes, SeJoon-ah…” Eunbi gasped, her hands gripping the railing for support. Her head was thrown back, her long black hair swaying with the force of his movements. “Slap me harder… pound me harder…”
SeJoon obliged, his rough treatment only intensifying her arousal. He drove into her deeper, his cock hitting her G-spot with a satisfying thud, making her cry out. Their dirty talk continued, a constant stream of moans, gasps, and explicit demands that fueled their passion.
He varied his rhythm, sometimes thrusting deep and slow, stretching her tight muscles, other times pounding into her with a frantic, relentless pace that made her body shake uncontrollably. Sweat beaded on SeJoon’s forehead, his muscles straining with the intensity of the encounter. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.
He reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he continued to fuck her from behind. Her nipples, already hard and sensitive, tightened even further under his touch. She whimpered and cried out, her pleasure reaching a fever pitch.
As SeJoon pounded into Eunbi, driving his cock deeper with each thrust, his dirty talk grew more intense. “Remember that waterbomb festival, Noona?” he’d pant, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against him. “All those people watching you in that tiny bikini, your amazing body on full display?”
Eunbi gasped, her head thrown back, her long hair flying with the force of his movements. “Mmm… yeah…” she’d moan, her voice thick with lust.
“Did you ever think then that a little college boy like me would be fucking you like this?” SeJoon continued, his voice rough with desire. “Having you bent over, taking every inch of my cock?”
A thrill shot through Eunbi at his words. She remembered the energy of the crowd, the feel of the water splashing against her skin as she danced in her skimpy bikini, the thousands of eyes watching her every move. It had been exhilarating, a display of confidence and sexiness for the world to see. And now, here she was, completely vulnerable, her bare ass exposed, being ruthlessly fucked by a younger man. The contrast was incredibly arousing.
“You like that, don’t you, Noona?” SeJoon growled, his cock plunging deeper with each thrust. “Knowing that I’m inside you now, filling you up, after all those people watched you?”
“Oh, yes…” She moaned, her voice barely a whisper. “Fuck me, SeJoon-ah… fuck me hard…”
SeJoon obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful. He imagined her on that stage, so confident and alluring, and now he had her exactly where he wanted her, her body his for the taking. He drove into her again and again, each thrust a powerful
SeJoon’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more frantic, each one slamming deep into Eunbi, making her body bounce against the wall. The rhythmic slapping of their wet skin against each other echoed in the stairwell, punctuated by their ragged breaths and increasingly desperate moans. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as if trying to pull her even closer, wanting to fuse their bodies into one.
Then, he suddenly slowed his pace, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with agonizing slowness, stretching her tight muscles, making her gasp and clench around him. This variation in rhythm sent a fresh wave of sensation through her, her body arching off the wall as she sought even deeper penetration.
“Oh, fuck… you feel so good, Noona,” SeJoon panted, his words hot against her ear. “So fucking tight… I can feel you gripping me…”
“Yeah… you like that?” She gasped back, her head thrown back against the cool wall. Her long black hair swung wildly with each of his movements. “You like the way my pussy is squeezing you…?”
He reached around and cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing hard against her already erect nipples. Eunbi cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound of pure pleasure. Her hands, which had been gripping the railing for support, now moved to his back, her fingernails digging lightly into his skin, urging him on.
The air in the stairwell grew thick with the scent of their sweat and the musky aroma of their arousal. Droplets of moisture glistened on their skin as their bodies moved together in a frantic dance of lust. The limited space of the landing only heightened the intimacy, their bodies pressed close, every movement a collision of flesh and desire.
SeJoon leaned down, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’re so fucking hot, Noona,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I knew it that day at the waterbomb festival… seeing you in that bikini… I knew I had to have you.”
Eunbi moaned again, her body trembling uncontrollably. The memory of the crowd, the water, the feeling of being so exposed yet so powerful, now intertwined with the raw sensation of SeJoon pounding into her. It was a heady, intoxicating mix.
He suddenly pulled almost out, the cool air hitting her wetness, making her gasp. Then, with a guttural cry, he thrust back in with all his force, burying his cock deep inside her, hitting a spot that made her scream. Her body clenched around him, her muscles spasming with the intensity of the pleasure.
“Fuck…” SeJoon groaned, his body shuddering. He held her tight, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to pump into her, their bodies locked together in a desperate, primal embrace. The moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the quiet house, a testament to the raw, unrestrained passion that had consumed them both on the narrow landing of the stairs.
The frenzied rhythm finally subsided, leaving both of them gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat. Eunbi leaned heavily against the cool wall, her legs feeling like jelly, barely able to support her weight. Her face was flushed, her cheeks rosy, and her breath came in short, ragged pants. A thin trickle of SeJoon’s cum escaped her swollen pussy, tracing a glistening path down her inner thigh. She had been fucked to exhaustion, every nerve ending in her body tingling with a pleasant weariness.
Her eyes, still glazed with lingering desire, drifted towards SeJoon. He stood before her, his own chest heaving, his thick, hard cock still standing proud, glistening with their mingled fluids. Eunbi couldn't help but stare at it, a strange mix of satisfaction and disbelief swirling within her.
Her mind, still foggy from the intense pleasure, tried to catch up with the reality of what had just happened. Here she was, Kwon Eunbi, the idol, catching her breath after being thoroughly ravaged by a college student in her own home, on the stairs no less. What was she doing? What would her fans think? Her career, the image she had so carefully cultivated, it all felt suddenly fragile, potentially at risk.
But then her gaze drifted back to SeJoon’s still-erect penis, and a familiar warmth spread through her lower abdomen. Despite the shock and the potential consequences, her body felt undeniably good, sated yet still humming with a lingering desire. It was the release she had craved, a raw, physical satisfaction that had momentarily pushed all the pressures and expectations of her life away. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was the exhausted, satisfied feeling in her body and the lingering image of SeJoon’s cock that had brought her to this point.
Disclaimer: all resemblance of photos are mere coincidental and don't belong to me.
I barged into my mother's room naked and fully erect. She was changing and shocked to see my naked body with a hard cock dangling in-between. Funny enough, she scolded me for not knocking, instead of me being naked.
I then climbed in bed and choked her with one hand while stripping her with another. The reason why I'm so daring is because I possess the neuralyzer (memory eraser from MIB).
I literally ripped her clothes into pieces, revealing her black laced lingerie. Then, I slid my cock against her pussy outline, feeling the warmth emanating from her pussy thrpugh the sheer fabric of her pantyhose a few times before ripping it apart, revealing my mother's bare body, especially her hairy pussy whichever looked like another layer of lingerie hiding her pussy as its last defense.
As expected, I had this entire process recorded down secretly with the cameras planted within objects around her room - wardrobe, mirror, tv, lamps, etc. For close up shot, I bribed my younger brother to be our caneraman for the closeup action, in exchange for my diamond ranked league of legends account.
I 'd later burn all the recordings into DVDs, containing footage of me screwing my mum and her moans and pleas for me to stop, or she'll tell my dad and even begged my brother to look away and go back to his room. But it was futile.
Despite her feeble resistance, her honest vody couldn't hide how she truly felt as she was rolling her eyes and biting her lips in pain and pleasure the moment I shoved my erect and twitching cock all the way inside her, disregarding that she might have needed some time to stretch her pussy. As I'd been observing from spying on my parents having sex, I was much bigger than dad and her pussy is practically still a virgin after 3 inches in. I was claiming territories my dad never knew existed
As expected of an unsatisfied milf (ironic when we considered how sexually active she is with dad), her natural instinct was to welcome me, as she began enjoying a bigger cock, despite her "resistance". My mother's pussy was so wet, it was practically salivating while luring me inside and begging me not to stop. The deeper I go, the weaker her resistance became once I began stretching her pussy almost reaching the doorsteps of her still healthy and fertile womb.
She put up a different kind of resistance the longer we fucked. Instead of pushing me away, her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist while my hands continued to hold her wrists down. Now that she's given up any futile attempts to resist, I could finally free up my hands and began playing with her silk like breasts whose texture felt like tofu except for the erect brown nipples and the bumbs around her areola which resembled chocolates with nuts topping.
I licked the drool from her mouth as an act of penance and affection, trying to get into my mother's good graces, and she accepted rather easily. Her arms were skillfully wrapped around me with my head pressed towards her face as she began moaning sleazily in my face. At this moment, I could feel her pubes working in cahoots with her ever tightening pussy to trap me inside her sultry cunt. It felt like my cock was starting to dissolve inside her warm and sticky hole.
To be honest, I was a little disgusted when my mother began moaning in pleasure as she started enjoying her son's cock. She had a seductive look to her eyes and mouth that began to drool, which made me feel embarrassed and disgusted as hell.
My mind went blank the moment I started cumming and next I knew, I'd already finished inside her but we remained connected, sticky and panting still. Coincidentally, it was no nut november, and I was still so horny and pent up that I ended up fucking her for an hour more, using all 3 holes of hers till I'm bored and tired. But my nutsack was still full, and I needed more outlets to release.
I shared my concern with her when we cuddled after sex and she gave me her phone. She showed me the contacts of my aunts whom she believed might have sex with me with a pittle trickery or coaxing.
I selected 2 aunts, both my mother's sisters who were married (Seohyun and Taeyeon). In total combined, I have accumulated thousands of fap sessions and gallons of cum to their photos and fantasies. All of which I eagerly confessed to her as she began making the calls while we were still horny and post nut clarity was the furthest from me.
With the help of my mother, who began calling my aunts while stroking me off under the blanket, she invited them over without telling them the real reasons why. She was smart. My mother invited them at different times to make it easier for us to succeed with 1 prey at a time.
After Aunt Taeyeon's arrival, my mother was talking about her own sexual activities with dad as a prelude to talk about me, and Taeyeon was hooked. She was recently married to a younger guy and was enthusiastically sharing about what she'd done with him. Coincidentally, there were a lot of romantic things going on in their lives, but sex was minimal and unsatisfying. My aunt even confessed to how she's been looking for ways to make up for this dissatisfaction in her otherwise perfect marriage.
Seizing this perfect opportunity, my mum urged her to check on the health of my dick and why I'm only hard when I stroke to her photos. Taeyeon was a little embarrassed since she knew it was common for horny teens to trib their older and sexy women like herself, but she still felt flattered that I was so into an older women like her than younger women my age or even idols.
Without further delay, my mother brought her into my room to have her take a look. I intentionally left my custom body pillow of her in full view. It was printed with a nude fan art I made of her:
It was extremely expensive because I had added a fleshlight at the area where her pussy was printed. Her breasts were 3d printed according to her real life bust size, topped with brown nipples like chocolate chips on muffins.
My mother only told her that she'll be examining my cock but secretly we had other plans.
She was really motherly and nurturing in checking my cock and doing nothing more. She felt around my shaft and balls before concluding that nothing was wrong physically. Then she went further for precaution and began massaging and stroking my cock to get it hard for a better examination. After concluding that it seemed fine and joked that i might have uust been too sexually attracted to her thats all, she tried to get up, but my mother held her back down and asked for a "favour" if she could give me a handjob to fulfil my dream, sheepishly pointing to the body pillow i made of her which obviously has seen regular used.
After much begging and pleading from the both of us, she relented unwillingly and awkwardly. I don't blame her, she was still in the honeymoon phase of her marriage, no wonder she's not bored of her husband yet. But what really shocked her wasn't my mother's request, it was when my mother joined in after removing her clothes.
The second wave of shock came when my mother knelt beside her to serve me, her pussy was still leaking cum I'd shot earlier. When Taeyeon peeked down, she immediately guessed what had transpired between us and found it disgusting. But she held her tongue, eager to try a younger and fresh cock than her husband's.
While Taeyeon worked on both my balls and my cock, my mother got behind to lift up her clothes and exposed her body.
Mum: Did you guess her body correctly? (Referring to my pillow's photo of Aunt Taeyeon's nude)
I looked over and compared eagerly.
Me: 100% accurate!
Mum: Looks like your body didn't change since I last saw them! (My mum was the one who described what Taeyeon's body looked like in real life)
Believing in the age-old principle that if you can't win them, join them, Taeyeon gave up her resistance and stripped all her clothes before climbing on top of me.
Like my mum, her hairy pussy has been soaked all along while she "examined" my cock. She spat into her hand and rubbed it quickly between her palms before using that to lubricate my dick head as she aquatted over my thighs, in preoaration for her penetration.
"You can tell that I'm an expert from this." She said arrogantly to us both.
Finally, sensing that I was sensitive and came easily, she didnt want to waste any more cum unnecessarily and the entry into her was smooth as she skillfully expanded her pussy to accommodate my cock, almost like the jaws of an anaconda. Like my mother, the deeper part of her remained untouched as she struggled to expand for my cock, hinting at her husband's incompetence just like my dad.
My mum was no time as she began video recording us fucking. I knew one of her sick pleasures was to watch her own sextapes with dad, but she'd even watched her son's.
Taeyeon's legs were stronger than they looked. She kept bouncing on my cock without losing balance or sitting on my thighs. We weren't using condoms so she was also getting ready to get up the moment I showed signs of climax. As a sick prank, my mother's hand hovered around her ass waiting for that precise moment she's gonna get up. As soon as she tried, my mum tickled her butt hole, causing her to sit on my cock as I slipped heaven further inside her. At that exact moment, we exchanged awkward looks as I began releasing waves of young searing cum inside her with my cock occasionally twitching from this blissful sensation.
It was too late for her now. The odds of me impregnating her had been planted deep within. Under my mother's coaxing, she egged her to do the same to my other aunt - Seohyun.
When Aunt Seohyun arrived, after an hour, since we needed time to clean up and give my cock a break for a sttong performance after having fucked twice already. We used a different trick on her. With two horny and excited women waiting to exact their revenge on a third victim, they took no time in forcefully stripping her bare before pushing her onto my bed.
She initially thought they were just messing with her until i entered the room naked and fully erect. Before she could fully register what I did with my aunt and mum, she immediately said she's pregnant after i climbed on and was about to penetrate her, but I retorted casually that, it means I get free reign to cum in her without fear of impregnation unlike my aunt and mum. This time, rather than merely watching, both my mum and aunt joined in to coax Aunt Seohyun to give it a try while molesting her like horny teens.
As if infected by my mother's poison, Taeyeon began showing Seohyun our sextapes as if it would convince Seohyun to stop resisting, while my mum acted as our camera again, eager to get good angles of my cock in Seohyun. Then I had an idea, inspired by what I watched in porn. I told them to overstimulate Seohyun until her body stopped listening to her command and begin craving my cock.
Seohyun's face was puzzled but anxious, unaware what overstimulating meant. As a conservative woman, she'd only known missionary sex and nothing more, and her equally conservative nerdy husband wasn't making a dent. Without getting up, my mother slipped her hand under my cock and straight into her butthole, inserting a massage gun that JAV commonly misuse as a vibrator.
The head of that thing stretched her ass so wide apart, I bet she felt so humiliated. I'd no idea how far my mum pushed until we finished later. The vibration was so strong that I could barely focus on her pussy but her moans were pulling me back to reality.
I stopped Taeyeon from using her mouth, reserving for myself instead. I've always had a crush on Seohyun since I was a teen, finally I could pretend that she's my wife by French kissing while we fucked. My aunt simply plugged her fingers into Seohyun's ears and began wriggling about to stimulate her senses. For my last act, I began clamping her nipples from a clothes peg my mum handed me. Her nipples were so swollen and thick that I don't doubt she's really pregnant. With my hands freedom from her nipples, I could now hug her tight while we fucked missionary, a fantasy i always had since i first met her.
In a blissful moan, I begged her to hug me tighter and started confessing my crush on her like an idiot. I kept telling her how much I loved her with each thrust and her resistance weakened and obliged my request by first wrapping her legs around my waist before reaching for my neck, pushing me down against her face while we exchanged saliva.
To complete this cosy setup, I had my mum drap blanket over us moments before cumming the biggest load in my life. I was so conscious of this precious moment, savouring the movement on my cum pushing into her sticky pussy and filling it up within seconds. Rather than exhaustion, I was so satisfied that I didn't want to pull out until her phone rang.
She picked up and turned on the speaker while im still inside her. Her casual replies to her husband surprised me since she was so resistant at the start.
She was calm and stoic when she said she was just pleasuring herself and asked if he wanted to hear her moans. I took the que and began fucking her for a second time after just minutes from our first round.
"Fuck! You're so big.. I wanna bear your kids!" She moaned while instinctively wrapping her limbs around me.
Her husband chuckled and said "yes yes, I know, and you're already pregnant." Unaware of the true meaning to her words.
The four of us cuddled naked after the call when Seohyun hatched a sinful plan of me impregnating all 3 of them so they could have my kids..
WY was the last person left in class at 6pm. I was doing my rounds as the teacher in duty, and discovered her alone in the classroom using her phone, while the lights were off.
Her milky thighs looked so alluring and tight. Before long, I was already imagining what her naked body looked like. Stealthily, I sneaked up behind her and pressed her hard against the table, before I pulled both her gym shorts and panty down in one swift yank. Unexpectedly, she was quite strong for her size and kept struggling to break free.
To stop her from escaping, I immediately tore her shirt and bra in half before throwing them away, and now she's finally naked!
I immediately inserted my stiff and hairy cock into her equally hairy but tight pussy from behind, all the way deep inside her. But because she's a virgin, she was super tight, since she has never had anything penetrate her before, not even her fingers. She was in so much pain and shock that she started crying as she peed herself.
Using her pee as lubricant, I fucked her hard and aggressively before flipping her around to enjoy her body fully. I choked her hard, causing her eyes to roll super hard while fucking her. I then punched her breasts multiple times until she's bruised, telling her how I'm helping to make her flat chest bigger.
In the end, I ejaculated a huge load inside her before teasingly said,
"Don't worry, I'm gonna clean you now." And pissed right inside her pussy.
"You're my favorite urinal so far."
But her nightmare had just begun.
Part II
WY's mother, Ms. Kim.
With multiple videos and photos of her nudes in my hand, she had absolutely no reason to defy me. After cleaning her up hastily with a hose in the toilet, she got dressed and followed me home as requested.
At my apartment, I took her phone away from her and started scrolling through her phone, looking for something specific.
"Bingo." I uttered while she stared at me with contempt and fear.
I've met her mother a few times during school meetings, so I knew exactly what I wanted to extract from WY and her mother.
"Hi, is this Mrs Kim, I'm WY's teacher in charge, could I trouble u to come over to my place and bring her home? My address is ..."
WY wasn't dumb and knew exactly what I had in mind, that only served to piss me off.
"I don't like it when u act smart with me." I teased while squeezing her face together between my fingers.
Right before her mother arrived, I could start to sense her nervousness from the way she averted my gaze. To make sure my plans don't get foiled, I stripped her naked and had her wait in my room, threatening her to make no noise at all.
As soon as her mother arrived, she was just as beautiful as I thought. With her hair untied and cascading down her shoulders, accentuating her silky white neck, the forbidden fruit is so close to me..
I told her to take a seat before playing a video I'd recorded of her daughter.
She looked flustered and repeatedly asked who recorded this and who's the one that screwed her daughter. I nonchalantly refused to answer her, testing her patience to the limit.
When she finally yelled at me demanding an answer, I asked, in a sly and calculative tone.
"You wouldn't want this to be shared online it seems... ?"
"Of course not. Why is this even question?"
Without anymore words for her, I brought her to my room to see her daughter. But as soon as she entered, I locked the door behind me, demanding her to have a threesome with me and her daughter.
Her refusal was predicted but totally ignored by me as I walked up to her, and grabbed on to her collar before ripping her shirt apart in half.
Her shirt buttons flew so far and hard, the sound of it hitting the walls could be heard around us. What's left of her defense was her black bra, diving between her breasts from my gaze.
It was pathetic that her daughter only watched and did nothing to help her mother, as if she secretly wanted all of these to happen.
With her videos in my hand, there was really no reason for her to fight me, as I laid out my logic to her and promised not to upload them without her permission, she relented.
The sight of her unwillingly removed her panty and bra was a huge turn on. Without her permission, I was already recording her stripping before her daughter snitched on me but it was pointless anyway.
"I didn't say I wasn't gonna record you. I only promised about your daughter's old videos."
"You're a scoundrel." She insulted. But it doesn't hurt me as much as her pussy after I'm done.
"Do you two help each other shave?" Teasing the both of them about their bald pussy.
I was the last to strip naked, as I climbed on to my bed, lying in-between the two of them with my hand resting on each pussy.
"Spiky.. and tight.. totally not what I imagine." I appraised.
Not keeping my dick lonely, I placed both their hands on my erect cock, instructing them to give me a good time.
The mother-daughter duo had good chemistry. While her more experienced mother stroked my dick, her daughter kept my balls busy with her warm hands, gently cupping and squeezing it, it feels as if she had forgotten how much she hated me and was determined to please me instead.
From the skills exhibited by Mrs Kim, I could tell she was good at handjobs, the way she stroked and the speed of it was a skill impossible to be replicated by amateurs.
I started teasing her by asking if she does it often for her husband, intentuonally letting her daughter hear her bedroom deeds. She was frustrated at my audacity but knew that she eventually had to answer anyway.
"Yes.. I do it for my husband frequently." She softly replied.
"Do you guys also have sex frequently then?" I followed up.
"Yes.. " she reluctantly replied.
"Let's do a comparison later to see if I can fuck you better than he does."
It should have been an obvious conclusion - us having sex. But both of their nervous gaze tell me otherwise and I had to reaffirm this conclusion.
I had the both of them lie side by side in front of me while I knelt in front of them.
Since I've already fucked the daughter, it's time I get to screw the woman I've been fantasizing about for a long time..
To tease my already starving dick, I rubbed it sensually against Mrs Kim's spiky pubes, stimulating my dick to an extent never before felt.
At my instruction, I coerced her daughter into filming us from the side while I fucked her.
Lubricating her pussy with my wet slimy tongue directly, it was finally ready and I pushed my raw dickhead inside her. Her passage was a smooth and easy one, totally unlike her daughter's tight pussy.
"Can you feel my cock twitching inside you?"
After much hesitation she unwillingly answered while looking away from me, "yes.."
"Am I filling you up better than your husband?"
She refused to answer my humiliating question, thinking that I'd be satisfied with having sex with her.
I threatened to impregnate her if she doesn't comply. It was the most effective tactic I could use, and I regretted not using it earlier to save some time.
"You're bigger than him.." she softly whispered, thinking that it won't be captured on video.
To make up for her soft replies, I made sure her moans were loud and painful, screwing her aggressively - as hard and as fast as I physically could, literally slamming my cock in and out of her hole while she struggles to catch her breath.
What was more humiliating was her daughter's pussy became wet watching someone else forcefully fucked her mother.
Mrs Kim was totally my type - mature and milfy with a beautiful face and a slim body. She could have easily passed off as a single woman.
Stopping abruptly, I pulled her body towards me and climbed out of bed with my cock still inside her, refusing to disconnect. I went to the table and clamped both her nipples with a binder clip.
It obviously hurts like hell, and her muffled screams were exactly what I was after. Afraid that the neighbours might hear her, she covered her mouth desperately to muffle her screams as tears began to overflow.
"Do you want me to continue clamping it, or prefer that I suck it instead?"
"Please remove it and suck instead!" She pleased desperately, unable to wait a second longer. Before I agreed, she took off the clamps and threw it against the ground.
I had her daughter film a close up of a stranger sucking on her mother's nipples, as requested by her mother. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, probably from years of neglect by her husband. Even at the slightest nibble, she could barely contain herself without twitching around in discomfort.
Now, with her daughter lying in bed beside me, I had her do a pov shot recording her mother riding me in a cowgirl position while looking into the camera.
The pain and pressure treatment earlier has caused her to involuntarily wet herself, lubricating both my cock and her hole, which made sex so much more enjoyable for the both of us.
I ridiculed her for looking like a frog as she hopped up and down my cock, but my cock was long enough to remain inside her no matter how hard she hopped, a feat her husband couldn't accomplish.
I finished off my giving her a huge cream pie, which I called the special menu of the day, unloading waves after waves of cum that I've been saving up for her specifically.
She was too exhausted and overwhelmed to realize that my cumming inside her could lead to impregnation, instead satisfied with just lying on my bed comfortably to catch her breath after a gruelling session.
When we were finally done, they were so overwhelmed with what had transpire within these few hours, unable to reject my advances, I position myself in-between both of them as we "cuddled", secretly gauging if I wanted to continue fucking them again.
The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.
It’s not often you meet a mother who is as good-looking as her daughter or the rest of the family for that matter.
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Groaning and moaning is all i heard as I passed the guest bedroom where my cousin Chaewon had been. ‘It’s nice to see someone is having fun’ I said to myself as I walked down the hall past my sister's bedroom. Now I close my ear. Shit, I don't want to hear what happens inside there.
I didn't like Minjeong boyfriend, that's no secret. But I’d learned a long time ago to stay out of her love life. That guy was an asshole. I couldn’t hide my feeling on him, not from her, but I remained silent on the subject. I was sure Minjeong would figure it out eventually and for the time being, at least he was a good-looking asshole that seemed to make her happy.
I moved on once again toward my own room. Chaewon’s brother Sojun was there with his new girlfriend Juhyeon. He was using my room because the only other bedroom available was my mom’s and neither Minjeong nor I thought it right that he and his girlfriend sleep there. I got mom’s bed since I was the one who stupidly broke up with his girlfriend the week before.
“I really could have timed it better,” I mumbled to myself.
Minjeong and I had started planning this night from the moment mom told us that she was going out of town on business. I was twenty and going to college. Minjeong was twenty-three and already working. She still lived home while she saved up for a place.
Mom was pretty old fashioned and didn’t let the people we were dating sleep over. She was a typical mother. She liked to think of us still as kids. It would have been cute if it weren’t so annoying.
I stopped in front of my bedroom door and listened. I forgot to get a pair of sweats to sleep in out of my closet before Sojun and Juhyeon disappeared into my room. I didn’t hear anything, so I opened the door gently. I glanced at my bed and saw that they were asleep.
They were naked. My eyebrows rose in appreciation when I saw Juhyeon. I had to give him credit. I’d thought she was cute when I met her earlier, but now I realized that Juhyeon was a lot more than that. She was hot, and had a very nice body. I shook my head and looked away.
The sweat pants were easily reachable and I got them as quietly as I could. I was making my escape when I stubbed my toe. I cursed as quietly as I could.
“Are you okay?” I heard Juhyeon ask. I looked back toward the bed. She had pulled the covers up, but I could still see her curves through the sheets. She saw me looking and smiled.
“Fine,” I replied a little too quickly. “Sorry. I just needed to get something to sleep in.”
“No problem,” she said kindly. “I shouldn’t have a problem going back to sleep. I’m still pretty drunk.”
“Aren’t we all?” I grinned. “We finished almost all the alcohol we bought, and that’s saying something.”
“It was a fun night,” she smiled in return. It was sexy as hell. I looked at her and shook my head as I fought to hide my sudden and intense attraction to her.
“You know, if you do have a problem going back to sleep...” I began, and paused when I realized what I was about to say. What’s wrong with me?
“Yes?” Juhyeon asked with a raised eyebrow. I was tempted, but it wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t the type to try and steal someone’s girl. “You could wake him up. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”
“You think?” she smiled.
“I know,” I laughed, then glanced at my cousin who seemed almost comatose and added, “Although he seemed wiped out.”
“He is,” she replied, slowly looking at me oddly. “Do you want to fill in for him?” I was stunned. Tonight was the first time I met Juhyeon. She was pretty quiet earlier. I would never have guessed she was like this.
“No,” I replied with some difficulty. “Not that I’m not tempted, you are hot as hell,” I laugh.
“How sweet,” she teased. “Oh, thanks for the complement.”
“You deserve it,” I said, shaking my head.
“If you keep talking like that,” she smiled sexily. “I might not give you the choice.”
“I’d better be going then,” I laughed, but it was very difficult to move.
“Now look what you’ve done?” she asked. “I’m horny again. I guess I’ll have to wake him up.”
“Think you can?” I joked. “He looks passed out.”
“Watch me,” she replied confidently. Juhyeon shocked me again by reaching out and beginning to rub my cousin’s cock through the sheet. She was watching me, obviously enjoy my reaction.
‘Wow!’ I thought. ‘Drunk or not, this girl was definitely something else.
Juhyeon continued to look at me as she worked her mouth. I stood there mesmerized. She had one of the sexiest smiles I’d ever seen. She let the sheet drop slightly and exposed her breasts. I shook my head.
“I don’t suppose you have a sister?” I asked.
“Two,” she grinned. “But the younger one is only eighteen and pretty innocent.”
“And the older one?” I asked.
“You couldn’t handle her,” Juhyeon laughed.
“Maybe not,” I smiled. “But after watching this, I’d sure like to try.”
“Watching what?” she asked huskily, no longer laughing. “You mean this?” And with that Juhyeon pulled the cock from under the sheet and took it into her mouth while her eyes never left mine. I swallowed hard.
“Does he know just how much of a slut you are?” I groaned. My eyes were locked with hers.
“Not yet,” she smiled sexily, “But he’s learning.”
“Are you sure you aren’t willing to introduce me to your sister?” I joke.
“Maybe one day,” she smiled. “Or maybe I’ll let Sojun play with my sister and keep you to myself.”
“Okay,” I laugh. “Are you always like this?”
“Not usually,” she admitted. “But like I said earlier, I’m pretty drunk.”
“So, if you were sober you wouldn’t want to do what you just suggested?”
“Oh, I would want to do it,” she replied. “I just wouldn’t have suggested it, at least not so soon after starting to date Sojun and meeting you.”
“Hah you are something else.” I said, shaking my head.
“Yes, she is,” my cousin said, finally awake.
“Hey lover,” Juhyeon said, smiling at him.
“You two have fun,” I said, shaking my head again and leaving my room.
I went into the bathroom and changed into my sweats. I had to wrestle my cock inside. Juhyeon really got to me. I forced Tried to force myself not to think about it or I’d never get to sleep.
Mom’s room was the biggest and she had a king-sized bed. I shook my head sadly as I looked at it. It was too bad she never shared it with anyone. My father had disappeared right after I was born. I didn’t know him and at this point I never wanted to.
I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. I was tired, but had a hard time going to sleep. I knew what was going on in all of the other bedrooms and I had to admit that I was jealous, and horny as hell. I thought about taking care of myself, but I was in mom’s bed and I just couldn’t do it.
It took me some time to finally relax. That’s when lying in mom’s bed helped. It smelled of her and reminded me of how she used to help me calm down and fall asleep when I was a kid. In fact, mom’s bed was where Minjeong and I used to climb in when we had nightmares. Mom would play with our hair until we fell asleep.
I’m not sure how long I slept before I heard someone enter the room. It was pitch dark and whoever it was didn’t seem to be interested in putting on the light despite stumbling. I couldn’t quite remember what I was dreaming about, but I knew it was sexual. I was disappointed that my sleep was interrupted.
I opened my mouth and almost started to ask what was going on, but I stopped myself when I realized that there was no reason for someone to come in here in the middle of the night. It had to be one of the people sleeping over.
I reviewed who was in the house and a thought came to me. I felt myself stiffen instantly. Could it be? Would she do this?
I thought the answer to both questions obvious. I remembered the way Juhyeon looked at me and what she said. It had to be her. The question was, what should I do about it? She was sneaking into the room I was sleeping in, her intent obvious, but she was my cousin’s girlfriend.
‘Maybe Sojun knows. Maybe they decided to do what she said. Maybe my cousin is going to get Juhyeon’s sister while I get Juhyeon,’ I thought suddenly, but then frowned and added, ‘That’s a hell of a lot of maybes.’
I was still wrestling with myself on what to do when she climbed into bed next to me. All the sexual tension from before returned in full and I reached for her. Juhyeon we were in my mother’s bed, but I was too worked up to think or worry about it anymore. I aggressively pulled her into a kiss before she could say anything. She was naked and tasted strongly of alcohol.
Juhyeon stiffened at first when I kissed her. I guess she was surprised I was awake. She relaxed quickly enough though and ended up being a good kisser despite being drunk. She moaned softly into my mouth as I started rubbing her breasts. She took my cock in her hand and start stroking it like she did with my cousin earlier. It was my turn to moan.
I pulled off my shirt and sweats and dropped them on the floor. We were both obviously beyond the need of foreplay. I rolled on top of her and Juhyeon spread her legs wide. The scent of her excitement spread and despite being ready, I couldn’t stop myself from taking a moment to taste her. My tongue dipped deep into her pussy and she cried out. Juhyeon’s pussy was surprisingly hairy. I liked it.
“Yes! It’s been so long!”
I froze at the words. The voice wasn’t Juhyeon’s! My mind took seconds to function before it could wrap around the truth. I was lying here with my head between my mother’s legs, What the… she was supposed to be out of town!
“Don’t stop!” she cried, using both hands to pull my face against her. I didn’t know what to do. This was wrong, so very wrong!
‘Or is it?’ I suddenly asked myself. I mean, I knew it was wrong, but obviously she liked what I was doing. I loved her and if it brought her pleasure, maybe right and wrong didn’t come into it. Besides, she tasted amazing!
“Please!” she cried. “I’m close!” I tentatively started licking again almost without realizing it. She groaned and pulled my mouth against her even harder. “Whoever you are, you have the nicest tongue!”
‘She must be very drunk,’ I thought. Mom wasn’t the type to drink or sleep around. I knew that. In fact, she’d only moments ago said that it had been a long time. She obviously wasn’t thinking straight right now, but she would in time.
“Oh!” she gasped. “I’m going to cum…” Her pussy became even wetter and the taste overwhelmed me.
I refocused my attention on what I was doing and was quickly rewarded with her cum. She cried out as her orgasm took her. The sound made me smile, almost proudly. No matter what else, I’d given her a moment of ecstasy.
“That was amazing,” she said afterward. I could hear the contentment in her voice, but I also realized that she wanted more. So did I.
‘I can’t feel this way about her, It’s so wrong!’ I thought. Yet, I felt what I felt. ‘No!’
I knew it was time to leave despite my own excitement. The only problem was that she wrapped her hand around my cock and she started stroking it again before I could figure out how to make my escape. A few moments later she kissed me and all thoughts of leaving disappeared.
I was amazed at how excited kissing she made me feel. It didn’t make sense! She was my mother and you didn’t do this with your mother, only I was and it felt incredible. Her tongue danced in my mouth and I moaned. I was lying on my back now and after a few minutes I felt she start to shift on top of me. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t ready for that. Not with her!
I pushed her off.
“Men,” she laughed. “You’re all the same. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed.” I didn’t know what she was talking about until she took my cock into her mouth.
‘Holy shit!’ I cried silently. ‘she is giving me a blowjob’ The fact that she was very good at it only made it worse.
I moaned and rested one hand on her head. She didn’t need any direction, but it felt good to have my fingers intertwined with her hair. She wasn’t a full-figured woman, but neither was she skinny in any sense. She went to the gym every night and stayed trim. She said it was because of her job, but I knew that she was proud of her figure.
My orgasm grew close very quickly as she continued to suck my cock like crazy. She also messaged my balls with one hand. It didn’t take long for me to cum in her mouth. She drank it all down.
“I hope you don’t take long to recover,” she said afterward as she rolled onto her back. “I need this. It’s been a very long time and I’ve had a horrible last couple of days.”
I wondered what happened that made them horrible, but there was no way to find out without letting her know who I was. So instead, I kissed her again. She was obviously excited because her tongue danced wildly in my mouth.
“Oh, very nice,” she cried when she felt my cock hardening again. This time she tried to shift me on top of her. I helped despite my uncertainty. She sighed contently when she felt my weight on her and added, “I’m ready.”
The question was, was I? Would I really have sex with her? I knew she needed it and frankly, I was horny as hell, but what would happen tomorrow? How would we deal when we were both sober?
She was rubbing my cock up and down her pussy.
“Please don’t tease me!” she begged, and the next thing I knew I was pushing inside of her. None of my questions or fears had been addressed, but I was beyond caring at the moment.
She was pretty tight, but she was so excited that it didn’t take me long to push all the way in. I didn’t want to think about the only other time I’d been inside her pussy. Instead, I started stroking in and out of her.
“Yes!” she cried. “You’re so big!”
She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me deeper. She also raked my back with her nails. It got worse the closer she came to orgasm.
“Nghhgod….” she cried. “I’m cumming!” I was pretty sure she drew blood with her nails.
My own orgasm was still far off. I wanted to bring her pleasure and my own excitement was obvious, but this just wasn’t right. Don’t get me wrong. What we were doing felt amazing and was driving me crazy. I just couldn’t finish, not like this.
She thrashed under me as her orgasm took her. I held her through it and kept my cock pressed as deeply as it would go. It took her surprisingly long time to finish.
“Thank you,” she said, sounding almost as if she were crying. “I really needed that.”
I refused to get off of her or pull out. In fact, it wasn’t long before I started gently moving in and out of her again.
“Again?” she asked in surprise. I pushed in deeper in reply, causing her to moan.
I continued to work her pussy until her excitement grew to the point where she was once again scratching my back. Her pussy was tight, hot and wet. It felt like my cock was an iron-like rod being thrust in and out of a furnace. It was amazing, I wanted to cum inside her, but I knew that there was only one way I’d be able to do that. She needed to know the truth. Could we?
“You are beautiful,” I said, she stopped scratching my back as my words were sinking in past her alcohol filled mind. “I love you.”
“Minho?” she asked tentatively.
“Yes mom,” I answered. “It’s me.”
“No!” she cried and pushed against me wildly. I wouldn’t let her get up, but she spun around and buried herself into the bed. My cock pulled free and I groaned in disappointment.
“Mom, calm down,” I said.
“Get off!” she cried.
“No,” I said, surprising us both. My cock was still hard and wedges between her ass cheeks.
“This is so wrong…” she whimpered.
“It’s already done,” I replied. “And don’t act like didn’t love every minute of it, The bed is soaked.”
“How could you?” she asked.
“I didn’t know it was you at first,” I replied. “What’s your excuse? Just who did you think was in your bed?”
“I didn’t think!” she moaned. “I’m drunk.”
“I know,” I said more gently. “Me too.”
“Minho, please get off of me.” She asked more calmly, but obviously still in shock.
“Mom, we’ve already done the worst we can,” I said. “And it was amazing. I need to cum in you. Please let me.”
“No… Never!” she cried. “You’re my son!”
“I’m also the man whose back you scratched in passion as I drove you to orgasm,” I said.
“We can’t!” she said, but it was obvious she was weakening. I knew that tone of voice. All I needed to do was be patient and I’d get my way. I learned that a long time ago. The only problem was that I couldn’t. I shifted my cock to the entrance of her pussy.
“You wouldn’t,” she cried. I thrust my cock deep. “Stop!”
I ignored her cries, she was now a woman I wanted desperately, needed desperately.
She tried to get out from under me, but I held her in place. She fought harder, but her pussy became wetter with every passing second.
“This is so wrong.” she moaned as she finally stopped fighting and lifted her hips slightly to give me better access. I smiled and pushed in deeper.
“You’re right.” I grunted, and then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “But that’s not going to stop you from cumming again. Me either.”
“Oh yes…” she groaned. “Cum in me… I want to feel a man fill me again!”
“Even if that man is me?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. She came to her senses and fought briefly once more, but I held her in place until her need took control again. It wasn’t very long. She was too excited to let her sense of right and wrong get in the way. I drove into her over and over again.
“Your cock is so big!” she moaned. “And you’ve found my weakness, just like your father did all those years ago.”
“Weakness?” I asked.
“Don’t make me say it!” she begged between gasps, but oddly, I knew that she wanted me to.
“Tell me,” I demanded. “Tell me your weakness.”
“I won’t!” she cried, suddenly fighting to get out of me again. I held her down and drove into her harder and faster. She suddenly stopped fighting and came. Her orgasm was explosive.
“Yes! Yes! Nghhh…” she moaned.
I was close, but I wasn’t there yet. She thrashed under me violently. It got so bad that my cock popped free of her. I tried to shove it back in, but I missed and ended up pushing against the entrance to her ass.
“Just like your father!” she moaned again as she froze. It took me a moment to realize what she wanted. No way?
“You want me to fuck your ass?” I asked.
“That’s disgusting!” she cried, which wasn’t a denial. I’d never taken a girl’s ass before, but the thought had always interested me. I pressed the head of my cock against the entrance to her ass more firmly. It was surprisingly tight. It didn’t help that she was fighting me once more. She was clenching her ass. I paused. What if she really didn’t want me to?
“Tell me you want me to fuck your ass and I will,” I said.
“Never!” she gasped under me. “I’m a good girl! I would never say something like that!”
“But you want me to, don’t you?” I asked. She didn’t answer. She just fought harder and the truth hit me. “That’s it, isn’t it? You like to think of yourself as normal and wholesome, but the truth is that you’re a slut.”
“I am not!” she cried. “I’m not doing this of my own free will. You’re forcing me!”
“And you love every moment of it.” I said, realizing I was right. “You like being held down. You like being taken. Admit it!”
“Minho, I’m your mother!” she cried in response.
“So?” I asked. “You’re also a woman. Admit it!”
“I can’t!” she cried. I was done talking. I knew the truth even if she wouldn’t say it. Her ass was still clenched. I was tempted to push past her resistance, but I didn’t want to hurt her. So, I shifted down her body.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I ignored her question and forced her thighs apart. Now her pussy and ass were open to me and only inches from my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked her pussy. She moaned and relaxed slightly, but that only lasted until my tongue moved to her ass.
“Minho, no!” she cried. “Not even you father did that!”
“His loss.” I grunted and focused on what I was doing. I also drove two fingers into her pussy and used the thumb of the same hand on her clit. It wasn’t long before she moaned loudly and she relaxed. I worked both her pussy and ass hard and she loved every minute of it.
“This is so wrong…” she finally gasped.
“Yes, it is,” I agreed easily now. I smiled and decided to tease her. “How can you just lay there and let your son have his way with your body? I’m licking you ass, what kind of a mother are you?”
“No!” she cried, and started fighting me again.
I moved up her body and pressed her down against the bed. She continued to fight until my cock pushed into her ass for the first time. She cried out and surprised me by thrusting back to meet me.
“Your ass is so tight…” I whispered in her ear as I continued to force more of my cock inside.
“So much like your father!” she gasped out again. “Only bigger!”
“Kiss me.” I demanded as my cock finally reached into the depth of her ass. Her head turned and she looked at me. The room was pitch black, but I could feel her eyes. “Kiss me. Show me just what kind of a slut you really are.”
I thought she’d start fighting me again, but she surprised me by finding my mouth and thrusting her tongue inside. I moved in and out of her ass slowly as we continued to kiss.
“Minho stop…” she cried after a while and refused to kiss me. I knew what she was trying to tell me. She was ready. She wanted me to fuck her ass hard. She needed to feel me take her.
“We’re not done yet.” I said, thrusting into her ass with more power and propping myself up. “I need to cum, I need to fill your ass.”
“No…” she cried and started fighting me. I held her down roughly and fucked her ass with everything I had. My hips slammed into her meaty ass with every stroke and made a slapping sound that drove me crazy. She liked it too. I could tell.
“I’m getting close,” I groaned after a while. “I want you to cum with me. Play with yourself.”
“No… Good girls don’t do that!” she replied.
I took one of her hands and roughly pushed it under her and between her legs. It threw my rhythm off, but that was fine for a bit. I wanted this to last. I took her hand in mine and made her rub her soaked pussy. She fought, but not a lot and not for long. It was only a few seconds before her fingers blurred on her clit without my direction.
“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this!” she cried as her orgasm growing.
“Shut up and just do it.” I demanded. She moaned as I started fucking her ass in earnest again. I was holding her hips now and ramming in and out of her.
“I’m cumming!” I cried as my orgasm hit.
“That’s it baby! Cum in me! Fill my ass!” She cried as her own orgasm hit. I guess in the heat of the moment she forgot she was supposed to be a good girl.
I pumped a huge amount of cum into her ass. My orgasm took me for what felt like minutes. This was the hottest moment of my life. I had to admit I liked the roughness of our sex too. It was something new to me.
“Are you okay?” she asked in what sounded like real concern when I became dead weight on top of her.
“Better than that,” I moaned as I rolled off of her. We lay there in silence for a while, both fighting to catch our breath.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she said. I could almost see her shaking her head. She was calmer now.
“I know,” I said, surprising her by pulling her so that her head was resting on my shoulder. It was my turn to comfort her by playing with her hair.
“I feel so guilty,” she added.
“Don’t,” I replied. “If anyone should feel guilty it’s me. I did force myself on you.”
“We both know that’s not true,” she sighed.
“Yes it is,” I insisted. “And the truth is that I liked it. I liked it a lot. And don’t you dare say I’m so much like my father again!”
“But you are,” she said. “But only in the ways I like. You’re not the type of guy to run out on his family.”
“No, I’m not,” I agreed vehemently.
“And you are a lot bigger where it counts,” she added. She was obviously trying to defuse my anger at my father. It would always be there, but she was right. This wasn’t the time of place.
“Thanks,” I said. “Knowing that helps.”
“Men!” she laughed.
“So, why did you come home early?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Ugh,” she stareted. “I had to quit my job. My boss tried to force himself on me while we were away, and not in the way I like.”
“That asshole!” I snapped, ignoring her attempt at humor. “I’ll...”
“Do nothing,” she said in that tone all mothers used. “He was my problem and I took care of him. You will stay away from him.”
“Okay,” I said, but it was too quick and she knew.
“Minho, I’m serious,” she said. “He hit on me all trip and it came to a head when we were at a presentation. Someone was up on stage giving a talk and my boss and I were sitting with the rest of the audience. He grabbed my leg under the table and tried to reach higher.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“I dumped a glass of water over his head,” she said in satisfaction. “We were in front of most of his clients. It will cost him more than you think.”
“Should’ve sued him,” I said.
“I might,” she replied. “But that’s not a conversation for tonight.”
“Tomorrow then,” I said.
“Well see,” she said, and then changed the subject. “By the way, why aren’t you sleeping in your bed?”
“Sojun and Chaewon came over,” I said nervously. It was weird really. Only a few minutes ago I was in control, holding her down and taking her roughly to both of our enjoyment, but here I was afraid to tell her that we’d had a small party while she was out.
“You and Minjeong had a party, didn’t you?” she guessed.
“Just Sojun and Chaewon,” I said, but then added guiltily. “And Changho, Gyumin and Sojun’s new girlfriend Juhyeon. I thought you were her.”
“You thought I was your cousin’s girlfriend and you jumped me?” she asked.
“Well, she did climb into the bed I was sleeping in,” I said defensively. “Besides, you’d have to meet her to understand. She’s a bit wild.”
“So,” she sighed. “What you’re trying to tell me is that my daughter, nephew and niece are all in the other bedrooms with their significant others having sex?”
“I doubt they’re still at it,” I shrugged. She surprised me by laughing.
“You just better hope your uncle never finds out,” she said when her laughed died down. “He would completely lose it.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “You seem to be handling it pretty well.”
“I’m not my brother,” she replied. “And after what we just did, I don’t have any moral high ground to stand on for the moment.”
“Well, that’s true,” I laughed.
“Minho, it’s not funny,” she sighed. “I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, but that isn’t going to help tomorrow when we have to face what it means.”
“You know,” I said thoughtfully. “I like when you talk to me like this.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like a woman,” I replied. “Don’t get me wrong. I love you and appreciate everything you did for Minjeong and me growing up, but we’re adult now. Besides, I never realized just how hot you could be before.”
“That’s wrong on so many levels,” she sighed. “I’m your mother. I’m not supposed to be hot, at least not to you. Besides, we both know that you wouldn’t be saying that if the lights were on.”
I reached for the nightstand. She was clearly not expecting it when the light came on. It was soft and dull, but we’d been in completely darkness.
“Minho!” she cried, reaching for the covers. I rolled on top of her and held her in place. “Stop!”
“Relax,” I said. “I just wanted to prove you wrong. You’re just as hot in the light as in the darkness.” She froze and looked up at me. I smiled down at her.
She looked great. I knew that and so did she. She worked hard at keeping herself that way and her curves showed it.
“You know, whatever else I’d say about your boss, he has great taste.”
“Minho, get off of me,” she said, shaking her head, but smiling slightly.
“I would, but I seem to have a problem,” I said with a grin. She frowned briefly in concern, but she saw my grin and quickly realized the truth. The fact that my cock was bumping into her belly probably helped.
“No way.” she cried, but I ignored her and tried to kiss her. She twisted her face to the side and I ended up kissing her neck. I didn’t mind in the least. I worked my way up to her mouth. “Minho, we can’t… not again.”
“I want you.” I said between kisses. “And I want to look into your eyes as you cum.”
“No…” she cried again, louder.
“If you get much louder, you’re bound to get the attention of everyone else in the house. Could you just picture Minjeong’s reaction? Or uncle if one of his kids told him?”
“That’s my point.” She said. this time she kept her voice lower. “We can’t keep on doing this! We’ll get caught eventually and then what?”
“Good point,” I said, but then grinned and shrugged before adding, “But at the moment I could care less. I want you. I’m going to have you and that’s all that matters.”
She looked up into my eyes and saw that I was serious despite my grin. She licked her lips in a way that left me know she wanted it too. That was all I needed to know. I pushed my cock halfway into her pussy with one thrust.
“Stop….” she cried, fighting me once more. “I’m your mother…”
“You’re a hot woman that I want to make scream.” I growled. Her eyes got bigger as I thrust the rest of my cock inside her. She cried out and wrapped her arms around me. I started stroking in and out of her. Once again, I felt her nails on my back.
“Minho, I thought I raised a good boy.” she gasped as her orgasm neared.
“You did,” I replied. “But no one is good all the time. Not even you,” I said, “Now, be my slut and cum for me.”
“Nghhhyess…” she cried, her body locking up in orgasm. I watched her passion filled expression in awe. She really was beautiful. I’d remember this moment forever. She noticed me watching and added, “Minho cum with me… cum inside me.”
I grunted and let lose. I filled her pussy as she rolled into another orgasm. Our bodies slammed together over and over again until we were both completely spent.
“Tomorrow we’ll deal with the repercussions,” I said, holding her close afterward. “There must be some.”
“I know,” she sighed. She fell silent for a few minutes. I was starting to nod off when she shook her head.
“What?” I asked.
“You do realize that what we’re doing is incest?” she asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. “And you want to know the sick part?”
“What?”
“The knowledge is only making it better,” I answered.
“For me too,” she admitted, almost too softly for me to hear. “And I’m the mother. I should know better.”
“So do I,” I shrugged. “I’m not a kid anymore.” We fell silent for a while.
“So much for being a good girl,” she sighed eventually.
“Hey, we didn’t plan this. It just happened,” I said. “There’s no sense is beating ourselves up after the fact.”
“It has to stop,” she said.
“I agree,” I said.
“And you can’t sleep here tonight,” she added.
“I know,” I said. “I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. Right after I take a shower.”
“Good,” she said, but I thought I heard a tinge of disappointment in her voice.
“You know mom,” I said innocently. “I bet you could use a shower too, and your bathroom has the nice big walk in one.” She looked at me and smiled slowly.
“Yes, it does,” she said. “I think I’ll use it first. You wait here and don’t you dare come in. It would be wrong!”
I watched her walk to her bathroom and smiled. She was seriously hot. I’d always know it, but it never really registered until now. Watching her ass wiggle as she walked made my cock stir despite my last orgasm.
I waited a few minutes until I heard her in the shower and then went to the door. I turned the knob and it opened. She hadn’t locked the door. I smiled widely and went in.
“Oh Minho. What am I going to do with you?” she asked, hiding a smile. She was standing under the shower as hot the water cascaded down her body. I shook my head as I watched.
“I have a few ideas,” I replied moving toward her.
“Don’t you dare,” she cried. “You can’t come in here!” Yet, I noticed she moved back from the door to give me room.
“We’ll see about that.” I snapped, opening the door and stepping in. I took her into my arms and kissed her roughly as she started fighting me. Oddly enough, despite her resisting me, somehow her hand found my cock and her tongue thrust deep into my mouth. This continued for some time.
“I want your ass again.” I growled when I couldn’t take it any longer.
“No…” she cried, spinning away from me.
She ended up standing on her toes with her hands against one of the shower walls. I looked at her ass and shook my head. It was round and full. My mouth literally watered.
“Please don’t kiss me down there again.” she cried as if to let me know what she wanted.
I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her ass cheeks. She cried out and thrust her ass out further, giving me better access. She was more than ready, but I took my time. Her ass tasted amazing and she clearly like how it felt.
“What are you doing?” she cried as I stood and pushed my cock against the entrance to her ass.
“Taking a good girl and making her my slut.” I whispered.
“No…” she said. I crushed her against the shower wall and shoved my cock deep into her ass and started riding her slowly.
I took her hair and pulled it into a ponytail and moved it to one side, giving me access to the back of her neck. It was pale white because she always wore her hair down. I licked it and she squirmed under me. I kissed it and her squirms became more pronounced.
“What are you doing?” she asked. The answer came without me realizing it.
“Marking what’s mine. Marking my slut.” I growled and started sucking hard on her neck. The mark I would leave wouldn’t be seen by anyone else as long as she wore her hair down, but we’d both know it was there. It was something that would last beyond tonight.
“No…” she moaned, but she pushed her ass back hard against my cock, forcing it in even deeper.
“Yes,” I snapped, pulling back and looking at my handiwork. She was marked, but it wasn’t dark enough. Not yet anyway, I kissed her neck again.
“Minho, you are going to make some girl very happy one day,” she gasped.
“I’d settle for you today,”
“I am happy,” she moaned. “It’s been so long since I had a real man and no one has ever gotten to me like you do.”
“Not even father?” I asked.
“Not even him!” she groaned. I could feel her fingers brush my cock as she played with her pussy. She was getting close. So was I.
I took her hips and started riding her ass hard. She moaned loudly and came. I continued to stroke I and out of her until she was done. After that I pulled out and spun her toward me.
Her eyes flashed hungrily as I pushed down on her shoulders. She dropped to her knees and reached for my cock, but I stopped her. I held her head with one hand at arms distance and pointed my cock at her with the other as I brought myself to orgasm.
“Open your mouth,” I demanded. She did as she continued to watch me hungrily.
The first few ropes sprayed her face and chest. Some of it made it into her mouth. She pushed my hand away and fell on my cock. I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her mouth until I was done.
“You need to go,” she said once I was able to half focus again.
“You’re mine,” I said, still a little blurred from my lust.
“I remember,” she sighed. “And I am yours… for tonight.”
“For as long as that mark remains,” I said. She shook her head.
“I thought we agreed that this was just for tonight?” she asked.
“It’s the smart thing to do,” I said, standing up. She looked up into my eyes nervously. “But I’m not giving this up. I’m not giving you up.”
“And if I don’t want this to happen again?” she asked.
“I’ll take you against your will,” I shrugged. “And you’ll love it.”
“I know you don’t mean that. You would never force me if I really didn’t want to.”
“Mom,” I sighed, looking at her. “I’m not sure if that’s true with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” she said. “Go get some sleep.”
“Okay,” I said, but my mind wandered. My concern must have been plain on my face, because she took my chin and made me look into her eyes.
“Minho, don’t worry,” she said with a gently smile. “I know you better than you know yourself. You really wouldn’t force me.”
“I hope you’re right,” I sighed.
“I am,” she said confidently, and then added more softly, “But even if I weren’t it wouldn’t matter. I’ll always want you. I just don’t think it’s the right thing to do.”
I kissed her one more time and slipped out of the shower. I dried myself quickly and grabbed my sweats and tee-shirt off the floor in her bedroom. I put them on quickly and took one last look at her bed before leaving. It was rumpled and stained with our pleasure.
It was the same bed I’d gained comfort from when I was a kid. Yet, now it was also something more. It dawned on me that my thoughts described her as well. She was the same person I knew and loved growing up, but now she was something more.
“Hey little brother,” Minjeong said as she flopped down on the couch cushion next to my head with a grin. “What are you doing sleeping out here?”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I groaned as I sat up. “This couch sucks! I’m exhausted.”
“Weren’t you going to sleep in your mom’s room?” her boyfriend asked.
“That was the plan,” I sighed. “Until she came home.”
“Mom’s home?” Minjeong asked, no longer smiling.
“Yeah,” I replied as I stood and stretched.
“Oh shit!” Changho sigh. “She hates me as it is, and this isn’t going to help.”
I fought off a smile. Mom didn’t hate Changho. She didn’t hate anyone, but then again, he wasn’t her favorite person. Mine either for that matter.
“Does she know about the party?” he asked.
“Of course,she does,” Minjeong said, answering for me.
“Don’t worry,” I said to Minjeong. “I told her it was his idea. You should be okay.” I then turned to Changho and added, “Although, she did say something about wanting to talk to you this morning.”
“What?” he asked nervously.
“Relax,” Minjeong sighed. “Minho is just joking.”
“Very funny!” he said angrily. I shrugged.
“Changho, I think you’d better be going,” Minjeong said. “Mom’s an early riser and I don’t think you want to be here when she gets up.”
“I’m gone,” he said, giving Minjeong a quick kiss and making for the door. I frowned. This guy is annoying.
“Think we should wake up Chaewon and Sojun?” Minjeong asked.
“Probably,” I answered, forgetting about that dumb boyfriend of hers for the moment. “It will give them a chance to prepare.”
“Like you can prepare for one of mom’s lectures,” Minjeong sighed, but then added, “On the other hand, maybe they can slip out too. There’s no reason for everyone to have to face her wrath.”
“I’ll wake them,” I said.
I climbed the stairs quickly as memories of the night before drifted through my head. My hangover was bad and my head throbbed. Thinking was almost painful. I was also exhausted from trying to sleep on the couch.
The last question was the one that concerned me the most. I had no idea how to react, but I figured I’d work through it eventually. On the other hand, I was seriously worried about mom. I was afraid that there was a good chance she wouldn’t handle it at all. And then what?
I pushed open the guest bedroom door and forced the thoughts of the night before out of my head for the moment. Chaewon and her boyfriend Gyumin were asleep in the bed.
“Wake up you two.” I said, shaking the bed. Gyumin didn’t budge, but Chaewon opened her eyes.
“For God’s sake, why?” Chaewon groaned.
“Because my mom’s home,” I replied.
“Aunt? Oh shit!” Chaewon cried, and then started shaking her boyfriend.
I left the room and moved on to my bedroom. I pulled my shirt off as I went. I needed something to get me going. A shower was just the thing. I’d grab some clothes while I woke Sojun and his girl up. Maybe it would help with my hangover.
I threw open the door to find Juhyeon riding my cousin on my bed. The room smelled of sex. Juhyeon looked at me and smiled. I shook my head. She didn’t even pause in what she was doing.
“You two better hurry,” I said. “Because my mom is home and she’s bound to wake up soon.”
“Damn!” Sojun cried and pushed his girl off of him. Juhyeon clearly wanted to finish. I shook my head and went to the dresser.
I grinned to myself, remembering last night when I thought I was going to get a chance to do much more than just look. That hadn’t worked out, but something much different had.
“Minho, what the hell happened to your back?” Sojun cried as he stood and threw on his clothes. Juhyeon did as well, but she was moving slower.
“Looks like someone played with a tigress,” she grinned. It took me a second to realize what they were talking about.
“Yeah,” I said, thinking as quickly as I could. “I met a girl a couple of nights ago. She was wild.”
“She must have been.” Sojun laughed.
“You’d better get going,” I prompted. “Mom will be up soon.”
“Right!” he said.
“I’m right behind you,” Juhyeon said when Sojun looked at her impatiently. He nodded and left. I moved to leave and take my shower, but she stopped me by placing a hand on my shoulder.
“What?” I asked. She was looking at me oddly.
“Those scratches are new,” she said. “There’s no way they happened before last night.”
“No...” I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand briefly to silence my protests.
“Maybe I was wrong,” she smiled sexily. “Maybe you can handle my sister.”
“You’re older sister?” I asked. She nodded, getting very close.
“You must be wilder than Sojun describes,” she said. Juhyeon was so close that if I moved at all our bodies would touch. “Because those scratches are new and I’m the only girl not related to you in the house.”
“That’s- I...” I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand again.
“I know,” she smiled, her eyes burning into mine. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. It also doesn’t mean that it doesn’t get to me… on a purely sexual level.”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that. It didn’t matter. Juhyeon removed her hand from my mouth and barely brushed her lips against mine before turning and moving toward the door.
“I’m looking forward to introducing you to my sister,” she said as she left the room. “It’s been a while since she and I double dated.”
I swallowed hard. It was such an innocent statement, but I thought there was more to it. She didn’t seem shocked at all by her discovery that I had an incestuous affair, only enticed.
“I’m sure it will be some double date,” I mumbled to myself, and then thought, ‘I think it’s time Sojun and I had a talk. I want to make sure he knows what Juhyeon is hinting at before I meet her sister.’
The shower felt good. My back stung as the water hit the scratches and I let myself dwell on how I got them for the first time since waking up. If nothing else, they were proof that the night before wasn’t a dream.
“Wow!” I said, shaking my head as the truth tried to sink it.
The whole situation from the night before was impossible, but it had happened. I knew that, and now I’d have to deal with the repercussions. I finished my shower, dried and got dressed. I even took the time to brush my teeth and dry my hair. I almost felt human again by the time I left the bathroom.
I could hear voices being raised downstairs. Mom was obviously awake and it sounded like Minjeong and her were going at it.
When I went to downstair, it was just Mom and Minjeong, and the others were nowhere to be found.
“Let me make you some breakfast before I’m leave,” Mom said, but poor Minjeong looked totally confused.
“What’s up with mom?” Minjeong frowned.
“Ease up on her,” I said softly. “Mom quit her job last night.”
“She what?” Minjeong cried, but then added, “Let me guess. It was her boss, he hit on her, didn’t he?”
“You knew about him?” I asked in surprise.
“No, but I guessed,” Minjeong sighed. “He had jerk written all over him. I’d better go in and make sure she’s alright.”
“Okay, but don’t push her,” I said. “She’ll tell you about it when she’s ready.”
“Minho, mom’s not the only one acting weird today,” Minjeong said, but then thankfully left the room before I could think of how to respond.
I moved on to the guest bedroom and clean it while he was in the shower. It didn’t take long and I had plenty to think about.
“Breakfast!” I heard Minjeong call up the stairs.
The meal ended up being surprisingly good. Mom seemed to be relaxing and I made sure not to do or saying anything to upset her. We were all laughing at one point when the phone rang. Mom picked it up.
-
“This is still my house and I don’t want it becoming party central or where you and Minho have your booty calls.”
“Booty call?” Minjoeng asked in surprise. “Where in the world did you hear that?”
“I’m old, not dead!” mom sighed.
“Who are you and what have you done with my mother?” Minjeong asked.
“Very funny,” mom sighed, glancing my way briefly. I’d intentionally remained quiet. “I guess last night opened my eyes up to a lot of things. It wasn’t just your party and sleep over.”
“I know,” Minjeong said. “Minho told me.”
“Heard what?” mom asked, clearly stunned. I knew what she was thinking.
“Sorry,” I said quickly. “I guess I should have let you tell Minjeong that you quit your job.”
“My job?” mom said, shaking her head. “Ah right.”
“Are you okay?” Minjeong asked.
“I will be,” mom answered honestly. “It’s just a lot to take in all at once.”
“Don’t worry mom,” Minjeong said. “Minho and I will help.”
“We’ll be fine,” mom smiled. “I’ve got enough saved before I’ll have another job.”
“I still think you should sue him,” I grumbled. “Or better yet, let me pay him a visit.”
“No.” mom snapped. “I can take of him myself.”
We changed the subject and went back to finishing breakfast.
-
“I’m wiped,” I sighed.
“I guess that means I can’t convince you to help me clean?” Minjeong asked.
“You clean? That’ll never happen. Do you even know how to wash a dish?” I joked.
“Very funny,” Minjeong said. “You jerk.”
Minjeong really wasn’t much of a cleaner. She could do it when she put her mind to it, but that wasn’t very often. I wasn’t much better, but I’d been known to throw a load of laundry on every so often. I even vacuumed upon rare occasions.
“You aren’t serious, are you?” I asked.
“Yes I am,” she replied. “Mom had a tough day.” I frowned and nodded. I was very tired, but she was right. On the other hand, cleaning could wait a little while.
“How about we take a nap first?” I asked. “Mom will be out for a while.”
“Hmm,” Minjeong said thoughtfully. “That does sound good, but I need a shower first.”
“Enjoy,” I shrugged. “Bed time for me.”
Minjeong was first to the stairs. She climbed them and it actually took me a moment to realize I was staring at her ass.
‘Pervert!’ I snapped to myself, but then I shrugged. After what happened with mom, did it really matter? I took a few moments to think about my sister and her appearance. ‘Shit, Minjeong’s pretty hot!’
It wasn’t that I didn’t know what she looked like or that I thought she wasn’t attractive before, but I’d never truly looked at her as a girl. No, that’s not right. I’d never looked at her in a sexual way, and I was now. Fuck.
Minjeong had mom’s blond hair and was built athletically. Her ass was small, but rounded nicely from all the sports she played in high school and college. She was a gym teacher and it showed. Her breasts weren’t nearly as big as moms, but they were still pretty amazing on her tight body.
“What?” Minjeong asked when we reached the top of the stairs. She obviously noticed the attention I was giving her.
“You know,” I said, breaking one of the unspoken rules between us. “You could do a lot better than Changho.” I saw her start to swell up angrily, but then she stopped and sighed, letting out a breath.
“You’re right,” she said, surprising me. “It’s too bad really. He’s handsome and smart.”
“Pretty packaging doesn’t make a good guy,” I said. “And neither does brains. And what’s with the total lack of a sense of humor?”
“Okay little brother, ease off,” she said pointedly. I raised my hands with palm toward her in surrender. Minjeong rolled her eyes and laughed.
I’d learned long ago not to comment on her boyfriends. The fact that she hadn’t jumped all over me when I offered up my opinion about Changho said a lot about how close she was to dumping him already.
“See you in a couple of hours,” I said, entering my room. The clean sheets felt wonderful and I was out almost instantly.
-
I woke up slowly. It took me a few minutes to realize I wasn’t alone in my room. Minjeong had pulled my desk chair out and was sitting in it, facing me. She looked like she’d been there for a while. I looked at her and rubbed my face as I fought to wake up. Whatever was bothering her was bad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up.
“I couldn’t go to sleep after my shower,” she said. “I was thinking about how to break up with Changho.”
“I’m sorry,” I offered. She shrugged it off and continued.
“So, I decided to start cleaning,” she said. “I couldn’t vacuum with you sleeping so I did laundry instead.”
“Sounds reasonable,” I shrugged, fighting to get my mind fully functioning and wondering where she was going with this conversation.
“There were plenty of sheets to clean, so I started there,” she added, looking at me meaningfully. I still wasn’t processing well enough to follow her yet.
“Okay,” I offered. Minjeong frowned and shook her head before continuing.
“Can you imagine my surprise when I found four sets of dirty sheets instead of just three?” she asked. “Mom typically does laundry on Tuesdays. I was wondering why she stripped her bed this morning.”
‘Shit,’ I thought, finally catching on. ‘Oh shit!’
“So I opened them to see if she dropped something on them that might need special attention,” Minjeong continued. “They were a mess, but not really that much different than any of the other sheets. They were damp and cum stained.”
“Really?” I finally got out, my mind whirling. “I guess it’s true. Even moms need to take care of themselves.”
“Minho, there were fluids from both a woman and a man,” she said angrily. “What happened last night?”
I was tempted to deny everything and play stupid, but Minjeong wouldn’t fall for it, not after she saw my expression when she mentioned what she found. I’m sure I looked guilty as hell and Minjeong could usually read me better than anyone else other than mom.
I was also tempted to tell her that I took care of myself before mom came home and that she must have followed suit afterward, but one look into Minjeong’s eyes and I knew it was pointless, so instead, I told her the truth. It didn’t take very long.
“I can’t believe it,” Minjeong said, shaking her head.
“Honestly, me neither,” I sighed. “It’s not like I planned it.”
“But you didn’t stop it either,” Minjeong said pointedly.
“I was drunk!” I shrugged. “So was she and the truth is that we both needed it.”
“So, last night was the first time?” Minjeong asked.
“Yes,” I answered. We fell silent for what felt like minutes. I had no idea what to say and Minjeong was obviously trying to accept what she learned.
“Did you both enjoy it?” she asked, surprising me.
“I guess,” I answered uncomfortably.
“You guess?” she asked. “That’s it?”
“Okay, fine,” I sighed. “Yes, we both enjoyed it. Hell, it was the best sex I ever had, does that make you feel better?”
“It makes me feel left out,” Minjeong said glumly.
“It’s not like you weren’t busy with Changho,” I said.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” she replied. “Ever since dad died it’s been the three of us together. Now I feel like I’m on my own.”
“Why?” I frowned. “Because mom and I accidentally ended up in the same bed and let our passions get the better of us?”
“Yes,” she shrugged. I knew it was an honest answer even if I didn’t understand it.
“I’m willing to cuddle with you if that will help?” I joked badly.
“If I thought it would help, I might take you up on it,” she sighed. “But I don’t. Besides, I’m not ready for that.”
“Minjeong, you know mom and I love you.” I said.
“Yes,” she smiled, but her eyes were sad. She stood and added, “I think it’s time for a nap of my own.”
I watched her leave the room and shook my head. What could I do to make Minjeong happy? I didn’t want to see her this upset.
‘I’d better let her sleep and see how she feels when it sinks in,’ I thought. ‘Hell, it’s barely sunk in with me.’
Minjeong slept a long time. I let her. I was just thinking about waking her when mom came home. She didn’t look happy.
“My brother can be so...” she began angrily, but I cut her off.
“We have bigger problems,” I interjected. “Minjeong knows.”
“Knows what?” she asked.
“She decided to do the sheets while you were out and I was sleeping,” I said. “She found the ones to your bed.” Mom shook her head almost numbly and sank down on the couch.
“She’s twenty-three and never done a chore without me nagging and today she decides to help?” she said, obviously stunned.
I got up and went to her wine rack. It was the only alcohol left in the house because we made it off limits the night before. I poured us both a glass and handed one to her as I sat down on the couch next to her.
“How did she react?” she asked after downing half her glass.
“Oddly,” I frowned. “She wasn’t so much mad or disgusted as hurt. She feels left out. She thinks we now have something special that she’s not part of.”
“That’s bad,” mom frowned.
“I’m sorry mom,” I sighed. “This is all my fault.”
“Not all,” she said, shaking her head. “If I really wanted you to stop last night, I could have made you, but it just felt so good.”
“Yes, it did.” I said, sipping mine.
We sat there for a while. We didn’t say much, but we did finish the bottle of wine quickly enough. Minjeong came down from her nap as I was opened the second bottle. I saw her frown, but she took the glass I handed her. The three of us looked at each other in silence for a few moments.
“I know it’s been a while,” mom suddenly smiled as a thought came to her. “But I think it’s time for movie night.”
“Movie night?” Minjeong asked in surprise. “Aren’t we a little old for that?”
“That’s a great idea,” I said quickly. “You’re never too old for a movie night.”
Every once in a while, when we were kids, mom used to set up trays in her bedroom. We’d eat and watch television, something she never let us do normally. Afterward, we’d settle onto her bed and watch a movie. Mom always let us stay up late and eat plenty of popcorn and candy. It was just the bonding experience Minjeong needed now.
“Minjeong, you can choose the movie,” mom said. “I’ll order from your favourite restaurant.”
“But...” Minjeong began. It was too late. Mom was already in the kitchen picking up the phone.
“What’s gotten into her?” Minjeong asked.
“I told her what you figured out,” I replied. “She wants you to know that she loves you.”
“You told her?” Minjeong cried.
“I had to,” I shrugged. “Your reaction before was bad.”
“I was tired and hung over!” Minjeong snapped, but I knew there was more to it.
“Just humour mom and go with it. She’s really worried about you,” I sighed, and then added more softly. “So am I.”
“I’m fine,” Minjeong said, a little too quickly.
“Good,” I said. “Then a movie will be fun.”
“I really should go find Changho and break it off,” Minjeong frowned.
“Give him one more night,” I said. “I never liked the guy much, but even he deserves one more night of believing he’s dating one of the hottest girl’s alive.”
“Very funny,” Minjeong sighed.
“Who’s joking?” I replied, but then hit her with a couch pillow before she could respond. It was a short, vicious fight and although I typically won, just this once I let her.
“Will you two cut it out?” mom snapped from the doorway, but she wasn’t really angry. How could she be? Both Minjeong and I were laughing.
“How long until the food is ready?” I asked.
“You have just enough time to put on your shoes and go pick it up,” mom grinned.
“I walked into that one,” I laughed.
“I think I’d better go,” Minjeong sighed. “You two have been drinking.” I started to argue, but mom cut me off when she realized Minjeong was right.
“We’ll have everything ready when you get back,” mom said. I nodded in agreement.
There wasn’t that much to do, but we busied ourselves with getting mom’s room ready. We also continued to drink the wine, only slower now. When the second bottle was gone, we both agreed to hold off on any more until after we ate. We were well on our way to being drunk.
“Minho, stop that.” mom snapped. She was standing at the counter getting the popcorn maker ready for later.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re staring at my ass!”
“I am?” I laughed, walking up behind her. She turned and faced me quickly.
“Don’t you dare…” she says. “Hasn’t what happened already caused enough trouble?”
“Yes,” I sighed. “But you know the old adage. You can’t go back. We have to move on.”
“Agreed,” she said. “And moving on entails never making the same mistake again.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said. “What happened was wrong, but I wouldn’t exactly call it a mistake.”
“Minho, you can’t be serious?”
“Oh, I am,” I said. “I really liked what happened. So did you.”
“I did not…” mom cried, but we both knew she was lying. “Okay, I was drunk and in need and you took care of it admirable, but it’s wrong.”
“And that makes it even hotter.” I groaned, pulling her into a kiss. she returned the kiss despite her protests, but when it was done she pushed me back with both hands.
“No…” she said. “Tonight is about Minjeong. We hurt her and that’s unacceptable.”
“You’re right,” I said, but then pulled her again. “But Minjeong isn’t here right now and just looking at you is driving me crazy.”
“Minho!” she cried. She spun away from me, but I had her trapped against the counter. I thrust my hard-on against her ass to let her know just how much she was getting to me. “We can’t… There’s no time…”
“I don’t know about that,” I grinned, lifting her skirt up past her ass and pushing her panties down. I was wearing sweats and they dropped past my cock easily enough. She was try to fight, but she thrust out her ass giving me access to what we both wanted. She moaned when I pushed my cock inside her pussy.
“Oh Minho…” she moaned. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I don’t know,” I grinned. “But I do know what you’re going to do for me.”
“There’s no time!” she moaned.
“Then hurry,” I groaned in reply, picking up the pace.
She was leaning over the counter as I fuck her hard. I was just starting to feel my orgasm approaching when I heard the front door open.
“Fuck.” I cried, pulling out quickly.
“No…” she moaned in frustration. “I was so close!”
“Sorry,” I said, meaning it. God, did I mean it?
“Just go stop your sister from coming in here.” she snapped. “If she walks in right now, she’ll know what we were just doing and that wouldn’t be good.”
“Agreed,” I said, pulling my sweats back up. I also pulled my shirt down and let it cover my front. It was the best I could do.
“Mom went crazy,” Minjeong said when she saw me. “There’s more food than we could eat in a week.”
“She’s really looking forward to this,” I said. “Let’s go set the food out upstairs. She’ll join us in a minute.” Minjeong must have sensed something because she looked at me funny. I guess it made sense. Only a few moments before I was stroking in and out of mom. That wasn’t something that was easy to hide, especially considering I had to stop abruptly just before my release.
I tried to focus on looking as innocent as possible, but I wasn’t sure I fooled Minjeong. On the other hands she didn’t say anything as we brought the food upstairs.
It was weird to be back in moms’ room after the night before. Scenes of what happened flashed in my head and they didn’t nothing to help calm down my already surging libido. I went to the bathroom and threw some cold water on my face after the food was set out. It helped.
The meal was delicious and we laughed and watched television during it. It was like old times except for the fact that my eyes lingered on mom overly long upon occasion. She would frown when she noticed until I looked away. I think Minjeong might have noticed once, but she just shook her head and took a sip of her wine.
The movie Minjeong picked was decent for a chick flick. We were all slightly drunk by the time it ended. We’d done a good job of denting mom’s wine collection, but the food balanced it.
“Another movie?” mom asked.
“Sure, why not?” Minjeong smiled. Mom and I exchanged a smile of our own. Minjeong seemed okay.
“Can I choose?” I asked.
“Please…” mom snorted. “I don’t want to watch something gory right now. The food is just settling in.”
“And porn is out too,” Minjeong joked.
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” I teased back.
“And what makes you think I’ve never tried it?” Minjeong asked. She was clearly feeling no pain.
“Minjeong!” mom cried.
“Come on mom,” Minjeong grinned. “Are you telling me you never watched porn?”
“I haven’t,” mom shrugged.
“Wow,” Minjeong laughed. She was obviously drunker than I thought. “I would think in this day and age everyone’s seen porn, or at least a clip. I mean the internet makes it all so available.”
“Not me,” mom shrugged. “I worked with computers all day. Why would I want to be on one at night?”
“Mom, you really need to get a life,” Minjeong sighed.
“That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” I asked in surprise.
“Oh please…” Minjeong said, rolling her eyes. “If mom had one, maybe she wouldn’t have had sex with you last night and ruined everything.”
“That’s not fair!” I said. Mom put her hand on my arm.
“Maybe Minjeong is right,” she said calmly, but her eyes were welling up with tears.
“Oh shit!” Minjeong sigh when she realized what she’d said and how badly mom was taking it. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say it like that.”
“I know dear,” mom sighed. “But that doesn’t make you wrong. I don’t know why I let Minho do what he did.”
“You didn’t let me,” I said. “I didn’t give you a choice.”
“Oh Minho…” mom sighed. “Like I said earlier, you couldn’t...”
I didn’t give her a chance to finish. I grabbed her and kissed her. Mom was so surprised that she didn’t fight at first, but it wasn’t long before we were wresting on the bed. I rolled on top of her and pinned her under me before kissing her again.
“Wow.” Minjeong sigh, reminding me she was there.
“And that’s what happened last night,” I said, moving off with some difficulty. “She couldn’t have stopped me if she wanted to.”
“But I didn’t want to,” mom said, sitting up and wiping her lips. “And that’s really the point.”
“This is a lot more than just incest,” Minjeong said, shaking her head. “You two are seriously perverted!”
“And you’re not?” I asked. “I heard your bed last night. It was slamming into the wall pretty hard.”
“He’s my boyfriend! that doesn’t make me perverted!” Minjeong groaned.
“But you can’t say that you didn’t like what you just saw. I can see it in your eyes.” Mom said.
“So?”
“So, if you weren’t perverted you would have been disgusted,” mom replied. “Instead, you got excited.”
“I’m both,” Minjeong said.
“Maybe, but you’re a lot more of the second,” I grinned.
“I’m drunk,” Minjeong said again.
“We all are,” I shrugged. “What does that have to do with it?”
“It’s the alcohol making the sight of you two kissing turn me,” Minjeong said.
“I doubt it works that way,” I said.
“Drinking lowers your inhibitions,” mom put in. “It doesn’t make you like something you don’t.”
“Fine!” Minjeong snapped. “I’m just as perverted as you two! Does that make everything alright?” She ran out of the room before either one of us could answer.
“Wow,” I said, shaking my head. “How did we get here?”
“I think we both know the answer to that,” mom frowned. “What we did was a mistake. I knew it then, but I didn’t realize how badly Minjeong was going to take it.”
“Me neither,” I frowned. “What do we do?”
“I don’t know,” mom said, and for some reason that shook me. Mom always knew what to do.
“I think we need to sleep on it and see how she’s feeling in the morning,” I finally said. Mom nodded.
“You need to sleep in your own bed tonight,” she said.
“Agreed,” I sighed, standing and going to my room without kissing her goodnight, but only because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop despite what was going on with Minjeong. I loved her and didn’t want to make her upset.
I lay in bed for quite a while, unable to fall asleep. My mind vacillated between my desire for mom and my concern for Minjeong. Hell, there was a part of it that even wondered what being with Minjeong would be like.
‘Pervert!’ I grumbled, but that only made it worse.
I closed my eyes and tried to wipe all the thoughts from my head. I pictured a white room with no corners. It was my version of counting sheep. It started to work.
“Minho?” I heard from the doorway to my room. It was Minjeong’s voice. “You still awake?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“I’m sorry about before,”
“Me too,” I sighed. “I know mom feels bad too.” Minjeong came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed.
“You know what all this goes to show?” she asked.
“What?”
“That I should never do laundry ever again,” she replied. “I would never have found out if I didn’t.” It was a weak attempt at humour, but it was an attempt nonetheless.
“The man you marry better be rich,” I teased. “He’ll need to hire a cook; a maid and god knows what else.”
“Ha Ha, Very funny.”
“Hey, the truth hurts,” I laughed.
“Jerk!” she snapped, but she was laughing too. It lasted far too long, but she obviously needed it.
“Minho, I want to go back to mom’s room,” she said afterward. “Will you come with me?”
“Of course,” I said. “But what for?”
“We always end a movie night by falling asleep together,” Minjeong said softly. “I miss that.”
“Well let’s go,” I smiled, getting out of bed and taking Minjeong by the hand. We went down the hall and knocked on mom’s door. The light was still on so I knew she was awake, but she took a few moments to answer the door.
“Come in.” she finally called.
I opened the door and led Minjeong in. I took one look at mom and saw that she’d been crying. Damn Minjeong noticed too, but didn’t say anything.
“Yes?” mom asked.
“Move over,” Minjeong smiled and climbed into mom’s bed. I moved to the other side and got in as well. Minjeong was already resting her head on mom’s shoulder. “Sorry mom.”
“No, I’m sorry,” mom replied.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” I put said. “After a good night’s sleep.”
“Sounds good,” Minjeong said, reaching out the nightstand and shutting the light. “Good night.”
“Night,” mom said.
“Sweet dreams,” I put in. I knew I was going to have some. I was in bed with my her again and it was dark. I was sorely tempted to touch her, but I knew it would be a mistake. The thought of Minjeong being in bed with us didn’t help at all.
I’m not sure who fell asleep first, but I know I was last.
“Wow…” I heard as I slowly woke up. It was Minjeong’s voice again. “Is he always like that in the morning?”
“How should I know?” mom asked in reply.
“But you’ve seen it before,” Minjeong said, her voice a little excited. I was awake now, but I didn’t open my eyes. I had a feeling I knew what they were talking about. I could feel my hardness even with my eyes closed.
“Yes,” Mom replied nervously.
“You’ve felt it inside of you?” Minjeong asked. She knew the answer, but I guess she wanted mom to say it.
“Minjeong!” mom cried in surprise, but then slowly added, “Yes.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes,” mom admitted. “Very good.”
“He’s big, isn’t he?” Minjeong asked. “I mean, I know he’s bigger than Changho, but he’s big in general, right?”
“Minjeong, I have a feeling that you probably have as much experience with men as I do,” mom answered. “But I’d say yes. He’s big. He’s certainly bigger than your father.”
“Who would have thought it of my younger brother?”
“Maybe we should cover it up” mom said.
“No, leave it. I like looking at it.”
“But he’s your brother!”
“And your son,” Minjeong said pointedly. That quickly quelled mom’s protests. “I still can’t believe that you both really did it.”
“You and me both,” mom sighed.
“Do you regret it?” Minjeong asked. “I mean really regret it, not just feel guilty about it because it’s wrong.”
“I regret how it’s affected you,” mom replied. “Neither one of us wanted to hurt you.”
“I know that,” Minjeong sighed. “It’s just that it’s been the three of us for so long. I didn’t realize just how much the thought of you two excluding me from something would hurt.”
“Minjeong, you weren’t excluded,” mom said. “At least not intentionally.”
“But that’s how I feel,” she replied, sounding sad.
“So, you’d feel better if we’d included you in our perverted, incestuous affair?” mom asked in disbelief.
“It would be wrong, but I wouldn’t feel so alone like I do right now,”
“Oh Minjeong,” mom said. “Don’t cry. You know I love you with all my heart.”
“I do,” Minjeong said, obviously fighting back the tears. I felt guilty making believe I was sleeping through this, but ‘waking up’ right at this moment would only make things worse.
“Are you going to be okay?” mom asked after a while.
“I’ll be fine,” Minjeong replied slowly. “But only if you do me a favor.”
“What?” mom asked.
“I want you to kiss me,” my sister said. “Like you kissed him last night.”
“But you’re my daughter!”
“And he’s your son,” Minjeong replied. “That didn’t stop you.”
“I didn’t kiss him.” mom cried. “He kissed me.”
“True,” Minjeong said, and suddenly I could feel the bed move.
“What are you doing?” I heard mom cry. “Don’t!”
“I want to kiss you,” Minjeong said. “Don’t you love me the same you do Minho?”
“Of course, but you’re a girl.” mom argued.
“So?” Minjeong asked. “Haven’t you ever kissed a girl before?”
“No!” mom cried.
“Well, I have,” Minjeong replied.
“On God!” mom cried.
“It was a long time ago when I first started dating,” Minjeong said. “Chaewon and I practiced kissing each other.”
“Your cousin?” mom cried.
“Oh relax,” Minjeong sighed. “All we did was kiss. It’s no big deal.”
“Did you like it?” mom surprised me by asking.
“Honestly… yes,” Minjeong replied. “It was the best kiss I had for a long time, but I think that was mostly because it was also the most relaxed. Eventually I met some guys who kisses drove me far crazy.”
“Like your brother’s,” Mom said, sounding thoughtful.
“I don’t know,” Minjeong said. “I’ve never kissed him.”
“Why don’t we wake him and you can see?” mom offered.
‘Oh yes, please’ I thought to myself.
“Mom, I want to kiss you first,” Minjeong said.
“I can’t.” mom moaned. “I just can’t do it!”
“Then you do love Minho more than you do me” Minjeong said, obviously close to tears again.
“You’re wrong.” mom cried, sounding teary-eyed herself. It was time to wake up. This was only moments away from disintegrating into something very bad.
“Minjeong,” I said as I opened my eyes and sat up. “Weren’t you paying attention last night? Or just a few minutes ago when mom tried to tell you her problem with kissing you?”
“You’re awake!” mom cried.
“Of course,” I smiled.
“I don’t understand,” Minjeong frowned.
“She just told you that she didn’t kiss me,” I explained. “Mom thinks of herself as a good girl. She doesn’t do things like incest and lesbianism.” I laugh.
“But...” Minjeong began. I cut her off.
“She’s never going to kiss you,” I interjected. “But that doesn’t mean she’ll stop you from kissing her.”
“She just did,” my sister cried. “I tried, but she pushed me back.”
“Try harder,” I grinned.
“Hey, Wait a minute…” mom cried, but I silenced her by grabbing her by the neck and pulling her lips to mine. Mom fought at first, but then moaned softly into my mouth.
“See?” I said, pulling back. Minjeong was smiling once again.
“I get it,” she grinned.
“Don’t!” mom cried, but she licked her lips in excitement. “Good girls don’t kiss their mothers!”
“And whatever gave you the idea that I’m a good girl?” Minjeong laughed, taking mom’s head in both hands and kissing her. Again, mom fought, but only for a few moments. Minjeong moaned happily when mom’s mouth opened.
“That looks hot” I groaned.
“Don’t worry brother,” Minjeong grinned. “I have a kiss waiting for you too.”
“Just a kiss?” I asked.
“You’re terrible!” Minjeong laughed, shaking her head before leaning toward me. Her lips were only inches from mine when she stopped. “I shouldn’t. You’re my brother.”
I grabbed Minjeong’s the neck the same way I had grabbed mom’s moments before. I pulled her to me and our lips met. She didn’t fight me like mom, but it was obvious that she wanted me to be aggressive.
“That’s so wrong,” mom moaned excitedly.
“Oh, but he kisses so nicely.” Minjeong moaned.
“It’s not the only thing I do nicely,” I grinned.
“Don’t you dare.” mom cried.
“Think you’re man enough, little brother?” Minjeong asked, her eyes starting to burn with the same lust I could see in mom’s eyes. I was certain it was in mine as well. I took off the few clothes I had on. Minjeong did the same.
“Minjeong don’t… He’s your brother!”
“And you’re my mother,” Minjeong replied. “I wish I was a little braver because then I would try doing something more with you.”
“Oh shit.” I moaned, my cock standing straight out by now. “Now that’s hot.”
“You do like the thought, don’t you little brother?” Minjeong grinned, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it. “Or should I call you big brother?”
“You can call me whatever you want,” I groaned. “Just don’t stop what you’re doing.”
“How about we let mom help?” Minjeong asked. “I don’t want her to feel left out.”
“No.” mom sigh, but everything else about her demanded to be part of what was happening.
Minjeong forced mom’s head down to my lap. Mom fell on my cock despite her protests. Minjeong watched hungrily for a few minutes. Mom’s hair was in the way, so she pulled it into a ponytail and lifted it.
“What’s that?” Minjeong frowned, looking down at mom’s neck. The hickey I left was very noticeable.
“Mom said that we could only be together for one night,” I answered, remembering. “I disagreed and left that mark. I told her she was mine until it faded.”
“Do you always mark what’s yours?” Minjeong asked, smiling sexily. She was obviously enjoying teasing me.
“Yes.” I groaned. “Now why don’t you help mom?”
“Oh?” Minjeong grinned sexily before moving down between my legs as well. She pushed mom’s mouth off of me and started licking my cock. Mom shifted down to my balls and sucked gently.
“Oh fuck.” I grunted. “I’m not going to last long with both of you doing that.”
I had one hand on each of their heads and I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting up into Minjeong’s mouth. She locked eyes with me briefly and then took my entire length down her throat. I groaned and came. Minjeong drank it all down.
“We have to stop.” mom said afterward. Minjeong smiled at her and then pulled mom’s lips to hers and exchanged a deep kiss. It actually took me a few moments to realize they were sharing my cum.
“Damn.” I groaned, actually feeling my cock start to stiffen despite the orgasm I had moments ago.
“Little brother,” Minjeong said, pulling back from mom after a while and wiping her lips. She looked at me and I smiled knowingly. “Will you help me?”
In moments I was on top of her with my cock rubbing up and down her entrance. Minjeong took it in her hand and directed to her pussy. I pushed in slowly.
“Oh brother… yesss!” Minjeong cried. “You’re going so deep!”
“Minho no!” mom cried. “She’s your sister!”
I pulled mom to me and kissed her roughly. She gasped into my mouth. I reached out and palmed her pussy, thrusting the middle fingers deep.
“Don’t worry mom,” I said. “You’re next.”
“No…” she cried, but then shifted so that her mouth was next to my ear. She whispered one word and pulled away. “Hurry…” It surprised me and my cock stiffened even more.
“I’ve never felt so full before!” Minjeong gasped. I leaned forward and kissed her as I began stroking in and out of her hot pussy. Her pussy was perfect, it was tight! Minjeong wrapped her arms around my shoulder as I thrust into her.
“He’s your brother. You’re letting your brother fuck you!” mom cried.
“Oh yeah…” Minjeong moaned. “Keep talking mom. It’s only getting me hornier!” I saw mom smiled slightly.
“It’s so wrong.” mom cried. “I don’t care how good his big cock feeling pushing inside of you.”
“Ohhh It does… It does feel so good!” Minjeong moaned. “Minho’s cock is reaching deeper than any other guy ever has before! I can feel my orgasm building.”
“Wait until it hits,” mom said, looking at me hungrily and forgetting herself for a moment. “Minho knows how to make your body feel like it’s exploding.”
“Nghhyesss!” Minjeong cried.
“But that doesn’t mean you should let him do this,” mom added, staring at her expression once more. Minjeong’s face was completely lit with her lust. “Don’t let him fill your pussy with his cum!”
“Oh yess!” Minjeong moaned. “Fill my pussy! Please!”
“You are such a slut.” I groaned, kissing her roughly.
“Minjeong, you see?” mom asked. “Now your brother thinks you’re a slut, is that what you want?”
“I want him to cum in me!” “Minjeong gasped. “I don’t care if he thinks I’m a slut. I’ll be his slut if he just cum in me!”
“So you want to be his slut?” mom asked rhetorically, but she then surprised me by turning to me and added, “If that’s what she wants then you’re doing it wrong.”
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“Sluts get taken from behind,” mom smiled. “You know that.”
“Oh yes!” Minjeong moaned. “He’ll get even deeper than way!”
I pulled out without another word. Minjeong kissed me briefly before rolling onto her stomach. Her tight ass was same as mom’s, just as enticing. her pussy was open and inviting. My mouth literally watered.
“Wait… what are you doing?” Minjeong asked as instead of going back to fucking her I shifted lower and thrust my tongue into her pussy.
“That’s it,” mom cried. “Lick the little slut’s pussy!”
“Mom!” Minjeong cried.
“You said you wanted to be his slut, now deal with it!”
“Ohhh….” Minjeong cried. “You’re going to pay for that later!” Mom smiled again.
I continued to lick her pussy until she was on the brink of orgasm. She arched her back and gave me full access.
“Minho’s little slut, do you want to cum this way or do you want him to fuck you again?” mom asked Minjeong.
“Fuck me please!” Minjeong moaned. I shifted up and thrust my cock deep with one long stoke.
“Wow.” mom gasped.
“Ohhfuckkk!” Minjeong cried. “I’m going to cum…”
I was close, but not there. I fuck Minjeong through her orgasm. She shivered and shook for quite some time. The sight was something I’d remember forever.
“Stop!” Minjeong cried. “I can’t take anymore.”
I pulled out slowly and she sighed. I turned toward mom and she bit her lip. She saw my expression and saw the look in my eye. She looked frightened despite her excitement.
“Now,” she started. “Leave me alone, you’ve already had Minjeong.”
“Come here.” I demanded.
“No!” she cried and tried to get off the bed. I grabbed her and pulled her back on. Mom rolled onto her stomach, but her hips were raised high and I could see her excitement in her swollen lips and pink gasp. My tongue was drenched in her juices a moment later.
“Wow?” Minjeong said, shaking her head. “Mom, you’re a bigger slut than I am.”
“I am not!” mom cried and tried to get away. I’d barely tasted her, but she was ready. I forced my mother back onto the bed and pushed into her from behind. The sound of her ass made when my hips slapped into it was louder, more enticing.
“Mom, be ready for the ride of your life.” Minjeong said, shaking her head.
“I am…” mom gasped.
“So, you want me to do this?” I teased.
“No…” mom cried right away. “Get off me!”
“You first!” I grunted.
“Very funny,” Minjeong said, rolling her eyes at my bad joke. I could care less. I’d just fucked her and now it was mom turn.
“Minho, this is so wrong!” mom cried as she met my thrusts.
“It really is,” Minjeong said, smiling. “But you love every second of it and you know it! You love how his cock feels stroking in and out of you. You love the thought of him cumming deep inside you!”
“No!” mom cried, but then she locked up in orgasm. She shivered and shook under me for a long time.
“We can’t keep doing that,” mom sighed as she came down from her orgasm.
“Sure you can,” Minjeong grinned. “After all, he marked you as his that first night. I can still see the bruise.”
“Only until it fades,” mom shrugged. “Nothing lasts forever.”
“True,” Minjeong said, standing up. “And I don’t think it’s fair that he marked you as just his. I like to think of you as mine also.”
“I’m willing to share mom with you,” I said, standing as well. “I’m willing to share all the incestuous sluts in my life.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Minjeong asked. I pulled her toward me and kissed her. Minjeong responded with just as much passion.
“That I want you to be my slut too,” I growled.
“I’m not marked,” she shrugs.
I shifted her around until I was behind her. I had one hand around her breast, pulling her back into me. My cock was lodged between her ass cheeks. I used the other hand to lift her hair off her neck. Minjeong’s head fell forward and I sucked on her neck.
“Yes…” she gasped. “Make me yours.”
I left a hickey on the back of her neck, just like mom’s. I also shoved her against the nearest wall and started fucking her again. Minjeong moaned with every thrust.
“Cum in me please…” she cried when her next orgasm was about to take her.
“Yess…” I growled and flooded her pussy with my cum.
“Ohh…” Minjeong cried as her orgasm exploded. “It feels so… good!” We both ended up against the wall panting and trying to hold ourselves up.
“You two better sit down before you fall,” mom said. She was watching us from the bed. I was pretty sure she’d been playing with herself as well, but she stopped after we came. I helped Minjeong to mom’s bed. We both all but fell in it.
“Mom,” Minjeong said. “Kiss me please. I want you to be part of how I feel.”
“Of course,” mom said.
“You know,” I said. “You two could do more than just kiss.”
“We’re not lesbians!” mom said.
“Mom,” I smiled. “Lesbian or not, you love her, it’s just a kiss.” I said.
“Or at least let me take it,” Minjeong smiled.
“Possibly,” mom admitted with a slow smile of her own.
“And one day I might,” Minjeong said, surprising us both. “But not today. I’m not ready.”
“No rush,” I smiled. “Why don’t we just spend the day in bed?”
“No,” mom said, sounding serious. “I have some stuff to get done.”
“And I have to talk to Changho,” Minjeong put in. “It’s bad enough you two have made me a slut, but I don’t want to be a cheating slut.”
“Oh Minjeong,” our mother said. “Must you talk like that?”
“Sorry mom,” Minjeong smiled. “I’ll hide what I am from the real world like you want me to. Besides, I’m really only my brother slut anyway.”
“What about mine?” mom asked.
“Nope,” Minjeong laughed. “You don’t want a slut. You want to be a slut.”
“I do not!” mom cried.
“Sure you do,” I put in.
“Until your mark disappears,” mom agreed.
“You know mom,” Minjeong said thoughtfully. “I think if I ever do take things further between you and me, I’ll need to mark you as mine too.”
“It only seems fair,” I grinned.
“Hey, you both know this can’t go on forever, right?” mom started.
“Sure,” I said.
“Of course,” Minjeong added.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while it lasts,” I added.
“Agreed,” Minjeong said, exchanging a look with me. We both obviously had the same thought. “I guess I can wait a little longer to tell Changho.”
“Don’t even think about it.” mom cried. Minjeong and I both moved toward her. Mom’s eyes flashed as she tried to get away and she protested loudly when we caught her. The only thing louder was a moan a moment later.
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“Looking good!” I said as Minjeong walked by my room in nothing but a towel.
“Thanks,” she smiled, pausing at the door. She was blond and beautiful.
“Are you in a rush?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.
“Yes, so don’t even think about it.” she snapped, not buying it for a moment. She knew what I wanted. I grinned and shrugged. Minjeong smiled at my reaction, shook her head and then added, “Truthfully, I wish I did have the time, but it’s my week to oversee the early morning workouts in the weight room.”
“What a life,” I teased.
“Tell me about it,” she sighed.
“Please…” I snorted. “You love your job.”
“It’s okay,” she replied.
“Come on,” I teased. “How does it feel to know that you’re every teenage boy’s fantasy?”
“What?” she asked.
“Minjeong, you teach in high school,” I explained. “Not only that, you are beautiful. You’re the hot gym teacher every boy thinks about late at night.”
“Oh joy,” Minjeong said sarcastically. “That’s a picture I could do without.” I couldn’t help it but laughed.
“You love it though.” I teased. She shook her head again and didn’t bother arguing.
“Minho, make sure to wake mom up on time,” she said, changing the subject. “She’s got her third interview today.”
“I know,” I smiled. “Did you see how nervous she was last night?”
“She has a right to be,” Minjeong replied. “This job is perfect for her.”
“She deserves it,” I smiled. “I can’t believe how quickly it’s moving.”
“It was pretty cool when she got a call from her old company’s biggest competitor the morning after she quit,” Minjeong said.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “She’ll do fine.”
“Fine?” Minjeong frowned. “She’ll do great!”
“True,” I laughed. “I just wish she didn’t have to fly across the country and spend days at their corporate office.”
“Oh, don’t worry” Minjeong smiled. “Mom will be home before you know it. Besides, I’m still here. I’ll take care of you.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I laugh. “You can’t cook and your cleaning leaves something to be desired.”
“Jerk.” Minjeong laughed.
“On the other hand, there are some things you do very well,” I said, smiling slowly.
“Not if you keep being so mean to me,” Minjeong said pointedly and moved past my doorway.
I smiled contently. It was only two weeks since mom quit her job and everything changed so drastically at home. We were all happier now. I wasn’t sure it could last and mom kept bringing up the fact that it couldn’t, but right now I was enjoying myself immensely.
I heard Minjeong leave the bathroom and go into her bedroom. She was done there surprisingly fast. She was one of those morning people. Ugh!
“I’m leaving,” she said as she stopped by my doorway on the way out. “Go wake mom up.”
“What I have to do it?” I asked, far too comfortably to move.
“Mom needs something to help relieve her anxiety about the interview and you’re it.”
“Are you crazy?” I laughed. “She’ll be wired! If I try and go near her...”
“That’s the point,” she interjected. “Do what you always do and don’t give her a choice. She’ll thank you afterward.”
“You could do it,” I offered hopefully.
“No, I can’t,” Minjeong said.
I sighed, reading her expression. “I get it.”
“The thought of mom and me together must really turn you on,” Minjeong said, looking at me thoughtfully. “You bring it up all the time.”
“Hmm,” I said. “Let me think? My mother and sister in bed together. Two beautiful women driving each other crazy. You bet.”
“Pervert!” Minjeong laughed.
“Takes one to know one,” I called as she disappeared down the hall. I heard her leave a few minutes later. “I guess I should wake mom.”
The trip to her room was short. I didn’t bother putting any clothes on. I opened the door and saw mom sleeping in her bed. The sight made me smile.
Instead of shaking her awake, I climbed into bed next to her and pulled her into my arms. She didn’t wake up at first. She snuggled closer instead. I hugged her tight and then kissed her gently.
“Now that’s the way to wake up,” she moaned, returning my kiss.
“Only the beginning of it,” I replied, giving her another kiss before slipping under the covers.
“Minho, what are you doing?” she asked groggily. I ignored the question.
The answer was obvious.
She slept in the nude these days as well. We all did. Frequently we ended up together on the weekends, but most weekdays we slept in our own beds because otherwise we’d all be too exhausted the next day.
“Hey stop!” she gasped when I buried my face between her legs. “I have to get ready. I don’t have the time.”
“Sure you do,” I disagreed, running my tongue up and down the length of her pussy.
“We shouldn’t.” she moaned, spreading her legs and giving me better access.
She tasted just as amazing as always. She had plenty of time before she needed to leave for her flight and I planned on making it memorable. It wasn’t long before my tongue was working her clit just the way I knew she liked it.
“Oh…” she moaned as her orgasm neared. “You’re tongue is so…” I thrust a finger inside of her in response.
“Cum for me.” I demanded.
“Nghhnooo…” she cried, fighting the inevitable. A few moments later her orgasm took her. I licked and sucked until she was done.
She was smiling contently as I moved from under the covers to lie next to her. My lips were still damp with her juices, but she didn’t hesitate in kissing me. She was obviously ready for more despite her orgasm.
Her hand found my cock and she stroked it, not that I needed the stimulation. I was already hard. On the other hand, it did feel really good. I enjoyed what she was doing for a few moments before pulling her on top of me.
She gasps of surprise quickly turned into a moan when I took her hips in both hands and shifted her body until my cock was lined up with her pussy. She was still soaked. I pushed my cock up into her.
“Oh… this is new.” she cried, obviously enjoying the position as I held her hips steady and thrust into her a few times.
“It’s because you like to play hard to get,” I laughed. “I usually have to chase you and hold you down.” I thought she was going to pull off of me.
“You’ve corrupted me…” she whispered lustfully as she started slowly moving up and down.
“So you like having sex with me now?” I teased.
“I’ve always liked it,” she answered in that same lust filled tone. “It’s just so wrong!” I reached up and cupped her breasts.
“But that’s the part you love best, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes…” she admitted, squeezing down on my cock. “And that’s why I keep saying we have to stop. Minho, the last couple of weeks with you and your sister were completely wrong in so many ways, but the truth is that I’ve never been happier. I love you two with all my heart and the pleasure we share, sick and twisted as it is, is more than I could ever have hoped for, but it can’t last forever.”
“I don’t want to talk about that now,” I groaned. “Instead, why don’t you tell me how it feels to ride my cock?” She looked down at me and bit her bottom lip.
She looked ready to continue her argument. I thrust up into her with more strength and pinched both of her nipples gently. She gasped. I could feel her giving in slowly.
“Incredible.” she finally moaned, picking up the pace. She was now bouncing on my cock slowly.
“Focus on that and nothing else.” I demanded.
“Nghhh.” she gasped; her argument forgotten. “Your cock is so big. It fills my insides completely.”
I reached up and pulled her toward me. I kissed her passionately and then shifted her just enough for me to kiss her full tits.
“You like my breasts?” she asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear me say it.
“They’re perfect.”
She smiled and leaned forward, propping herself up with her arms and dangling them in my face. She swayed slowly, teasing me. I enjoyed it for a few moments, but could only take so much of that.
I knocked her arms out of the way and buried my face between her breasts as her torso fell on me. I held onto her hips tighter and started thrusting up into her with short fierce strokes.
“Yes!” she cried as our bodies slapped against each other. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build. I rolled us around until I was on top and continued stroking in and out of her, only now my thrusts were much longer and deeper. Her nails racked across my back.
“Try not to draw blood this time,” I groaned.
“It’s not like I do it on purpose.” she gasped.
I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, against the bed. She looked up at me and smiled. Her expression was one of lust. I took her beauty in and shook my head.
I held her like that while I thrust in and out of her over and over again, getting faster as time went by. I watched her expression as her orgasm threatened. There was nothing more beautiful to me then the passion that filled her eyes at the moment of release.
“Tell me.” I whispered, close to losing it. “Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t make me say it…” she cried. I stopped stroking for a moment. “No, don’t stop!”
“Then tell me.” I demanded. She gave in quickly.
“I want to feel your big cock buried inside of me!” she cried. “I want you to hold me down and fill me with your cum!” I thrust deep into her pussy.
“Hmm yess…” I grunted and came. She was right behind me. We shivered and shook through our mutual orgasm for quite some time.
“Thanks,” she said with a sigh afterward. “I needed that.”
“Minjeong thought you would,” I grinned, rolling off of her.
“Smart girl,” she smiled. And add, “But what we’re doing is almost over.”
“Over?” I asked in surprised concern.
“You said until the mark you gave me disappeared… It’s almost gone.” She lifted her hair to show me her neck. The hickey was still there, but it was fading. The sight of it stunned me. She walked into her bathroom before I could say anything.
I heard the water turn on as I lay there. I sat and thought for a few minutes.
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“Minho?” mom groan as I walked in on her. “What are you doing in here?”
I didn’t bother responding. I simply walked into the shower, spun her around and pushed her against the wall. I pulled her hair into a ponytail and moved it out of the way.
“No!” she cried when she realized what I was doing, but by that time it was too late. My lips were latched onto the back of her neck. She fought, but I held her tight as I kissed and sucked on her neck until the hickey was bright once more. I let her go then and she turned to face me.
“I don’t want this to end,” I said. “Not yet.”
“But...”
“I won’t let it end!” I interjected more strongly. “You’re mine until my mark fades. That was the deal.”
“You cheated,” she said, shaking her head.
“So?” I shrugged, pulled her body against mine and kissing her hungrily.
“Minho!” Shhe moaned. “You shouldn’t have this kind of an effect on me!”
“You’re mine.” I said.
“For as long as the mark lasts,” she said between kisses. “That was the deal.”
“I knew you’d see it my way,” I smiled.
“Get out,” she said as she shook her head and laughed. “I really do need to be going soon.”
“You’d leave me like this?” I asked, motioning toward my hardening cock. “Excited and alone? What kind of mom are you?”
“The worst kind,” she said, but then dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth.
“You mean the best?” I groaned, taking her head with both hands and stroking my cock between her lips.
She locked eyes with me as I fucked her mouth. She never once looked away. It didn’t take long for me to cum. The sight of her watching me and swallowing as I spurted rope after rope of cum down her throat only made my orgasm last longer.
“Can I return the favor?” I asked, leaning against the shower wall to hold myself up. She started to stand and I reached out one hand and helped.
“When I get back,” she smiled. “We really don’t have the time. If I don’t get going right now, I’ll miss my flight.”
“I’ll be waiting,” I promised.
“I know,” she said, shaking her head.
“Don’t worry,” I added with a grin.
“You my son, have a one-track mind,” mom sighed.
“I wonder where I get it from.” I joked.
“Not me.” she laugh. “I’m a good girl.”
“Sure you are,” I agreed easily, slapping her ass playfully and laughing as I left the shower.
“Hmm,” she sigh sternly. “You and I have to talk about the correct way to treat a lady.”
“I’m willing to listen,” I replied as I dried myself. “But I’m reasonably certain you’ll miss your plane if you try and explain it right now.” She shook her head.
“Another time,” she said, fighting off a smile.
“I can’t wait,” I grinned.
She made it out of the house in plenty of time. The car the company sent to take her to the airport was only waiting a few minutes before she was ready.
“Good luck,” I said as I put her bags in the trunk. “Not that you’ll need it.”
“Thanks,” she said, getting into the car.
I waved and smiled as she drove away. I had just enough time to get a couple more hours of sleep before I had to get up and ready for class. I needed it. Mom had a way of completely exhausting me, and the thought of what might happen this weekend with Minjeong made me smile with anticipation.
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You step into the plush hotel suite, the city’s distant hum muffled by thick windows. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a slow burn ignited hours ago at the after-party. Irene and Wendy had been circling you all night—Irene with her fleeting glances and soft smiles, Wendy with her bold winks and lingering touches. Now, alone with them, the pretense falls away.
Irene hovers near the bed, her petite 33-23-34 frame draped in sheer black lingerie that hugs her curves. Her pale skin shimmers like porcelain under the dim lights, a faint flush creeping up her neck—a telltale sign of her nerves. Her long, rich brown hair, dyed for her latest stage look, spills over her shoulders in loose waves, framing her delicate face. She fidgets, her slender fingers brushing her toned thighs, smooth and sculpted from years of dance practice. Her leader’s poise is there, but it’s undercut by a shy hesitance, her dark eyes flickering between you and the floor.
Wendy lounges against the dresser, exuding effortless confidence. Her 33-23-33 figure is wrapped in deep red lingerie, the fabric clinging to her taut abs and accentuating her smooth, pale thighs—firm yet soft, a dancer’s paradox. Her blonde hair, a bold choice for her last comeback, falls in playful curls, catching the light as she tilts her head. Her fair skin glows with a subtle sheen, her expressive eyes locking onto yours with a teasing glint. She’s all energy, a live wire ready to spark.
“You’ve been staring all night,” Wendy says, her voice bright and edged with mischief. She pushes off the dresser, hips swaying as she closes the distance. “Let’s give you something worth watching, huh?”
Irene’s breath hitches, her fingers tightening on her lace bra. “Wendy…” she murmurs, half-reprimanding, half-pleading, her tone soft like she’s still weighing her next move.
Wendy grins, nudging Irene’s shoulder playfully. “Oh, come on, unnie. He’s dying to see you let loose.” She winks at you, her blonde curls bouncing. “Right?”
You smirk, stepping closer. “She’s not wrong.”
Irene blushes deeper, her pale cheeks blooming pink, but she meets your gaze, a flicker of resolve in her eyes. “I… I want this too,” she says quietly, her voice trembling but firm, like she’s convincing herself as much as you.
Wendy’s hands slide around your waist from behind, her warm breath grazing your neck. “Then let’s make it fun,” she whispers, her lips brushing your ear, sending a jolt down your spine.
They move in sync, shedding your clothes with practiced ease—your shirt discarded, pants pooling at your feet. Irene’s eyes widen as she takes you in, her shyness warring with curiosity. Wendy lets out a low, appreciative hum, her fingers tracing your chest.
“Very nice,” she teases, her tone dripping with approval.
They glance at each other, a silent pact forming, and sink to their knees. Irene hesitates, her brown hair falling forward as she leans in, but Wendy nudges her again, a soft elbow to her side. “You first, unnie. Show him what you’ve got.”
Irene swallows, then wraps her lips around your cock, her touch tentative but precise—every move calculated, a reflection of her meticulous nature. Her mouth is warm, her tongue swirling delicately around the tip before she takes you deeper, her pale throat working as she adjusts. You groan, your hands threading through her silky brown hair, guiding her rhythm.
Wendy doesn’t wait. She slips behind you, her hands parting your cheeks before her tongue flicks against your ass. Her rimming is eager, sloppy—pure Wendy, unrestrained and bold. The wet heat of her mouth contrasts with Irene’s controlled suction, and your nerves ignite, a shiver racing through you.
“Fuck,” you rasp, your voice thick. “You’re both so good.”
Irene pulls back, her lips slick with saliva, her pale skin flushed. “Is it… okay?” she asks, her voice small, eyes searching yours for reassurance—a glimpse of the responsible leader needing validation.
“Perfect,” you tell her, pushing her head back down. She moans softly, emboldened, her tongue pressing harder.
Wendy laughs against you, her breath hot. “See, unnie? I told you he’d lose it.” Her tongue dives deeper, her blonde curls tickling your skin as she works you with wild abandon.
They switch after a moment—Wendy’s mouth claiming your cock, aggressive and deep, her throat tightening as she swallows you whole. Her moans vibrate against you, loud and shameless, her pale face glistening with effort. Irene’s tongue takes over your ass, her rimming precise now, tracing slow, deliberate circles that make your toes curl. Her pale hands grip your thighs, her manicured nails digging in slightly.
Your cock feels like it’s melting—Wendy’s wet, relentless suction pulling you apart, Irene’s warm tongue unraveling you from behind. The pleasure’s overwhelming, a dual assault that leaves you reeling. But you’re not here to just take.
“Enough,” you growl, hauling Irene up. “On the bed. Head off the edge.”
She nods quickly, her shyness fading into obedience as she lies back, her head dangling off the mattress, brown hair spilling like a dark halo. You slide into her mouth, thrusting deep, her throat clenching as she gags. Her pale skin flushes red, tears pricking her eyes, mascara streaking down her cheeks. She grabs your thighs, pulling you closer, desperate to please.
“Look at you,” you taunt, slapping her cheek lightly. “Choking like a good little slut.”
She whimpers around you, the sound raw and needy, her toned thighs trembling as she squeezes them together.
Wendy kneels behind you, her tongue back at your ass, rimming you as you fuck Irene’s face. “She’s so pretty like this,” Wendy murmurs between licks, her voice muffled but playful. Her hands knead your cheeks, her blonde hair brushing your legs.
You pull out, leaving Irene gasping, and turn to Wendy. “Your turn.”
She scrambles into position, head hanging off the edge, her blonde curls fanning out. You thrust into her mouth, her throat yielding as she takes you deep, drool spilling down her pale face. Irene crawls over, her tongue lapping at your balls, her brown hair sticking to her sweaty skin. She glances at Wendy, a shy smile flickering before she dives back in.
But you crave more. You lift Wendy up, her 47 kg frame light in your arms, her legs wrapping around you. Her red lingerie slips aside as you enter her tight pussy, bouncing her hard. She cries out, her voice piercing and unrestrained—“Oh god, yes!”—her blonde hair whipping as she clings to you.
Irene kneels behind, her tongue finding your ass again, her hands gripping your hips. The sensation—Wendy’s wet heat gripping you, Irene’s precise rimming—pushes you to the brink. Your cock throbs, every nerve alight with molten pleasure.
“Fucking sluts,” you mutter, setting Wendy down. “On all fours, now.”
They comply instantly, kneeling side by side, asses up. Irene’s pale skin glows, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders as she looks back at you, nervous but eager. Wendy wiggles her hips, her blonde curls bouncing, her thighs flexing invitingly.
You grab Irene’s hair like a leash, yanking her head back as you slam into her from behind. Her petite body jolts, her moans sharp and desperate—“Harder, please!”—her usual composure shattered.
Wendy reaches over, squeezing Irene’s hand. “You’re killing it, unnie,” she pants, her voice warm despite the chaos.
Irene squeezes back, a breathless “Thanks” slipping out, her pale face flushed with effort and gratitude.
You switch to Wendy, pulling her blonde hair as you pound into her. Her ass jiggles with each thrust, her cries loud and wild—“Use me, fuck!”—her pussy clenching tight. Irene watches, her fingers working herself, her shy facade gone.
You alternate between them, brutal thrusts treating them like yours to command. Their pale skin glistens with sweat, makeup ruined—mascara trails, lipstick smears—a debauched masterpiece.
“I’m close,” you warn, pulling out. “Kneel.”
They drop before you, mouths open, faces upturned. You stroke yourself, cumming hard, ropes of semen splattering their pale skin and dripping into their mouths. Irene’s brown hair clings to her forehead, Wendy’s blonde curls matted, both streaked with cum and sweat.
They turn to each other, kissing messily, swapping your cum with tangled tongues—a filthy, beautiful collision. Wendy giggles into it, Irene moans softly, their dynamic laid bare.
You collapse on the bed, breathless. They crawl up, flanking you—Irene on your left, Wendy on your right.
“That was… intense,” Irene whispers, her voice soft and sated, a hint of her shy self returning.
Wendy snuggles closer, grinning. “Round two later?”
My Best Friend Just Got Married. But That's Okay! I'm Banging His Mom!
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The champagne flute sat half-empty on the nightstand, condensation pooling around its base. Jihyo rolled the stem between her fingers, watching the last golden bubbles cling to the glass. The hotel room was too quiet—no laughter, no music, just the hum of the AC and the distant echo of her own breath. She could still smell the faint sweetness of wedding cake on her hands.
From this moment forward, another chapter of Jihyo's life just ended. Her husband, bless his soul, died three years ago. She had never imagined herself standing alone at her son's wedding reception, watching him dance with his new bride while her own pulse throbbed in places it shouldn't.
His marriage meant one thing, he was moving out for good. That's the 2nd man in her life to leave her household. And while she respected her son's wishes and blessed him well, another was already filling the void that has been aching in her heart.
"You look beautiful today..."
Your voice, deep yet scarily young compared to hers, slipped through the crack of the hotel door before he did. You stepped inside, your tuxedo jacket already slung over one shoulder, bowtie undone. The door clicked shut behind you—too loud in the silence—and the older woman watched your fingers twist the lock without hesitation. The sound made her stomach tighten.
"Where is Yuqi? I thought you went out on a walk with my niece?" She asked, setting down the flute with a soft clink against the marble.
The question was perfunctory—her gaze already sliding down your frame, lingering where your dress shirt clung to the sweat-dampened skin of your chest. You loosened the top button with deliberate slowness, watching her throat move as she swallowed.
"We did..." You crossed the room with slow steps, the carpet muffling your movement until you stood close enough for her to catch the scent of your cologne mixed with summer night air.
"But if you're asking... That's me and Jun having to take her to her room... She had too much to drink... And I did not want to look like a creep..." You explained, voice dropping lower as you slowly pinned her up against the wall.
The woman's breath hitched—her palms pressing flat against your chest, fingers curling into the damp fabric. "Wait—" Her protest was weak, trembling at the edges, the kind of objection that begged to be ignored.
"What?" You murmured against her neck, lips brushing the delicate hollow beneath her ear.
"Three years and you're still pretending that this was still wrong..." You whispered, lips grazing the shell of her ear, teeth nipping just enough to make her shiver.
"Th-This has always been wrong..." She gasped as your hands slid beneath her dress, fingertips pulling down the straps of her dress.
The branded fabric pooled down on her feet like a whisper, her slender yet soft curves laid bare before you—time had been both cruel and kind to her body, shaping a woman who was still unmistakably sensual. The lacy black bra clung to her full breasts, the cups perfectly containing them like a lover's hands, the delicate embroidery barely hiding her hardening nipples beneath. The matching thong hugged her hips, revealing just how toned her waist still was, the fabric dipping low enough to tease the faintest shadow of silver stretch marks—proof of motherhood, proof of age, proof of everything that made her forbidden.
"You wore it..." I uttered, seeing the birthday gift I brought for her.
At 44 with a background in fashion design, Song Jihyo was the kind of woman who had grown into her age with quiet defiance—her stomach still flat with faint lines of time etched like secret brushstrokes, her hips flaring just wide enough to make the thong dig into soft skin. The bra cupped her breasts with an almost reverent precision, the delicate embroidery stretching taut over nipples that had stiffened the moment your breath hit her neck. Silver stretch marks—faint as old scars—curved along the underside of her thighs, a map of motherhood you'd traced with your tongue more times than either of you would admit.
"The fabric is... Comfortable..." She reasoned out, or at least she tried to.
While the fabric was indeed soft to the touch, the lie about simple comfort was even softer—she had worn it deliberately, knowing you'd see it, knowing what would follow. The thong's waistband creased against your palm as you traced your fingers lower, her breath hitching when your knuckles brushed the damp warmth between her thighs.
"Comfortable, sure," you murmured against her neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark that wouldn't fade by morning.
"But not as comfortable as you are when you're spread out under me."
And there it was...
It was at this kind of moment that rendered Song Jihyo so weak... So... Paralyzed... This was her utter reminder that she needed the pleasure, that she couldn't live without the sex, especially when the sex was provided by a man who was like her son's brother.
You were always there like the second son she never had. Movie nights where Jun fell asleep first, leaving you alone with her on the couch—her laughter too close, her knee brushing yours just a second too long. The first time it happened was not long after her husband's funeral.
She had called you over to help fix the leaky faucet in her bathroom, and you found her in a silk robe, hair still damp from the shower. When you turned around with the wrench in hand, she was closer than expected—close enough to smell the jasmine soap on her skin, close enough to see the pulse fluttering at her throat. The wrench clattered into the sink.
When you kissed her for the first time that day, you never looked back and asked for more. The days turned into weeks, the weeks to months and the months to years, 3 whole years of fucking behind the man's back. While his engagement kept him occupied, you were 'taking good care' of his mom like the good friend you were.
And now, with Jun moving out for good, you kiss his mother's lips like a man starved—like this might be the last time. Your hands grip her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her ribs, pulling her flush against you until she gasps into your mouth. Her lips part instinctively, letting your tongue slide against hers with a familiarity that still shocks her—three years of stolen moments, and her body still tenses before melting into yours. The taste of champagne lingers between you, sharp and sweet, mixed with something darker, something desperate.
"He's the happiest I've ever seen him... Now it's time for us to be happy..."
You take her to the bed, laying her flat on her back while you loomed above, claiming her lips again like they were yours from the very start. She might've been yours in another lifetime, but tonight, the desperation in your kiss spoke of possession—not of past lives, but of *this* one, here and now. Her fingers clawed at your polo, popping buttons in her haste to feel skin against skin, her breath hitching when your palm slid up her inner thigh, fingertips brushing the damp silk of her thong.
"My god..."
"Still can't get enough of them?" You tease, the admission crystal clear on her face.
"Shut up..."
She can deny it all she wants, but the blush on her face said it all. Her hands held your chest, her palms slowly tracing down your abs before reaching for your belt. She fumbled with the buckle—her fingers trembling just slightly—before managing to loosen it with a sharp tug. The leather slid free with a whisper, and your pants sagged low on your hips before she pushed them down past your thighs, leaving you bare before her. The sight of you, hard and wanting, made her throat tighten—just like it always did—and she exhaled sharply through her nose, as if steeling herself.
"Still shy?" You murmured, watching her gaze flicker from your cock to your face and back again.
Her throat worked as she swallowed—her fingers hovering just above your length, trembling slightly before curling around you with a hesitant squeeze. The contact made your breath hitch, hips jerking forward instinctively as her thumb swiped over the slickness already beading at your tip. A soft whimper escaped her lips when she stroked you fully, her grip tightening just enough to make your vision blur at the edges—three years, and she still touched you like she was discovering you for the first time.
"I just..." She hesitated, her thumb circling the head of your cock with slow, maddening pressure.
"I still can't believe how much you've grown." Her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with something between awe and guilt as her fingers traced the veins along your length.
You smirked, rolling your hips into her grip, watching her pupils dilate when you throbbed in her hand.
"You know me and Jun aren't kids anymore, right?" You chuckled darkly, pressing her back against the mattress as her fingers tightened reflexively around you.
Her breath hitched when your free hand slid the lace cups of her bra aside, exposing nipples already stiffened by anticipation. The first brush of your thumb drew a whimper from her lips—soft and girlish, betraying the years between you—as her hips arched off the bed instinctively.
"You—ah!—you still touch me like I'm made of glass," she gasped when your mouth closed over one breast, teeth grazing the sensitive peak just hard enough to make her thighs clamp around your waist.
You laughed against her skin, the vibration drawing another shudder from her. "You *are* made of glass," you murmured, sliding two fingers beneath the soaked silk of her thong.
"The kind that shatters so pretty when I push in." Her moan was muffled against your shoulder when you curled those fingers inside her, the slick heat clenching around you instantly.
"You like that, don't you?" You murmured against the shell of her ear, fingers working her with slow, deliberate strokes—just the way she liked it after three years of practice.
The woman bit her lip, nodding so faintly you almost missed it, her cheeks flushing that deep pink that made your pulse stutter. Her hips rocked into your touch, chasing the pressure with a desperation that betrayed her words. You crooked your fingers just so—the way that always made her gasp—and felt her thighs tremble against yours.
"You know what you want... Beg for it..." You growled, withdrawing your fingers just enough to make her whimper.
Her body arched off the bed, seeking the friction you denied her, silk thong clinging to damp skin.
"Please—" The word cracked in her throat, fingers twisting in the sheets as you dragged your fingertips along her inner thigh, avoiding where she ached most.
Her hips jerked when you blew a slow breath over her damp lace, the fabric clinging obscenely to her folds.
"Please what?" You nipped at her hipbone, tasting salt and expensive perfume.
Her thighs trembled when you hooked your fingers in her thong, peeling it down agonizingly slow. The elastic snapped against her skin, leaving faint red marks you'd kiss better later.
"Please—" she gasped, arching when your tongue finally licked a stripe through her slick folds, "—don't tease me tonight. Take me..."
The admission spilled from her lips like a prayer as your hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider against the silk sheets. She tasted like expensive champagne and something distinctly *her*—musky and sweet with the faint tang of arousal that made your cock twitch against the mattress. When you sucked her clit between your lips, her back bowed off the bed with a choked cry, fingers fisting in your hair hard enough to sting.
"God—right there—" Her voice shattered into a gasp as you curled two fingers inside her, the heel of your palm grinding against her clit in slow, filthy circles.
The taste of her was a paradox—ripe and decadent like summer fruit, yet edged with something darker, something *experienced*. Her thighs trembled against your cheeks, her wetness clinging to your lips with every flick of your tongue, the flavor somehow younger than her years—sweet as nectar, desperate as a girl half her age. The way she arched into your mouth, hips bucking with shameless hunger, betrayed none of the poised restraint she wore in daylight.
Her fingers tightened in your hair as you added a third finger, stretching her with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her inner walls fluttered around you. "Mmm—you're still so tight," you murmured against her clit, the vibration drawing a whimper from her lips.
The contradiction was maddening—her body responding like a virgin’s while her gasps carried the raw, knowing ache of a woman starved. Her thighs squeezed around your head, trapping you against her heat as her orgasm built, her cries growing louder, unrestrained. She came with your name on her lips, back arching off the bed as her release soaked your chin, her trembling fingers still tangled in your hair like an anchor.
Before she could catch her breath, you flipped her onto her stomach, hands gripping her hips as you dragged her up onto her knees. The sight of her bare back, the delicate curve of her spine leading down to the swell of her ass, made your cock throb. She whimpered when you pressed against her entrance, the head of your cock slick with her arousal as you teased her, circling but not pushing in—just enough to make her squirm.
"Stop—stop torturing me," she gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets as you dragged the tip of your cock along her soaked folds, coating yourself in her wetness.
"I like to take my time..." You growled against the shell of her ear, biting down just hard enough to make her whimper.
The first slow push of your cock inside her drew a shuddering gasp from her lips, her body arching back instinctively to take you deeper. She was impossibly tight—always was—but the way her walls clenched around you betrayed how much she needed this, how much she still craved it despite the guilt that lingered in the quiet moments after. Her fingers clawed at the silk sheets, knuckles whitening as you bottomed out with a groan, hips flush against her ass.
"You feel even better than I remembered," you murmured, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks as you pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in with deliberate force.
Her choked moan vibrated against the mattress, muffled but no less desperate, her body rocking forward with the impact. You didn’t give her time to adjust—three years had erased any need for gentleness—just drove into her again, the slap of skin against skin loud in the quiet room. Her back arched beautifully when your palm came down on her ass, the sharp sting making her clench around you with a broken gasp.
"Y-You—!" Her protest dissolved into a whimper as you gripped her hair, tilting her head back to expose the delicate column of her throat, your teeth grazing the frantic pulse there.
Her body arched impossibly deeper onto your cock when your thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tight circles just as you thrust up into her with brutal precision. The wet slap of flesh grew louder, mixed with her choked sobs of pleasure, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the crumpled sheets.
"You're not pretending anymore, are you?" You growled against the shell of her ear, biting down hard enough to draw a sharp cry from her lips as her walls fluttered around you.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body moving in perfect sync with yours—hips rolling back to meet every thrust, her moans spilling freely now, unrestrained. The bedframe creaked beneath your combined weight, the sound drowned out by the slick slap of skin and her broken whimpers. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, twisting them into knots as you angled deeper, hitting that spot that made her vision white out every time.
"You feel—god—you feel *mine*," you snarled, hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise, your hips pistoning into her with a rhythm that left her trembling.
Her response was a wordless cry, her back arching as she came apart around you, her walls clenching so tight it stole your breath. You didn't let up, driving her through the aftershocks until her legs shook too badly to hold herself up.
Her hips bucked weakly when you flipped her onto her back, your cock still buried deep as you pinned her wrists above her head. The sight of her—flushed, disheveled, lips parted around shallow gasps—sent a possessive thrill through you.
"You're not done yet," you murmured, rolling your hips in slow, deep strokes that made her toes curl.
Her legs hooked around your waist instinctively, heels digging into the small of your back as if to pull you deeper. The stretch of you inside her made her breath catch—three years hadn’t dulled the way her body yielded to yours, the way her pulse fluttered beneath your lips when you kissed her throat.
"Look at me," you demanded, and her lashes fluttered open, dark eyes hazy with pleasure as you thrust harder, forcing a gasp from her lips.
The way her nails scored down your shoulders told you she was close again, her hips rocking up to meet yours with desperate precision. Sweat-slicked skin clung to yours as you pinned her wrists harder against the mattress, her gasp sharp when your teeth caught her nipple—not gentle, not now, not after all this time. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall drowned out her whimpers, each thrust driving her higher until her thighs trembled against your hips.
"You're mine now, Jihyo..."
The formalities were long gone now, every thrust stripping away another layer of pretense until all that remained was raw hunger. Her nails raked down your back, her body arching off the bed as you drove into her with relentless force—each snap of your hips punctuated by the wet slap of skin and her choked moans. The scent of sex hung thick in the air, mingling with the fading sweetness of champagne as her thighs clamped around your waist, pulling you deeper with every desperate roll of her hips.
"Don't stop—*please*—" she gasped, her voice breaking around the words as her climax built again, her walls fluttering around you like a vice.
Her fingers dug into your shoulders, her legs tightening around your waist as if to fuse you together—skin slick with sweat, her breasts heaving with every ragged breath. You could feel her trembling beneath you, her body suspended on that razor's edge between pleasure and surrender.
"Do you want me inside?" you growled against her lips, your thrusts turning brutal, relentless—the kind that made her see stars. Her nails scored down your back in answer, her hips jerking up to meet yours with a desperation that bordered on violence.
"Yes—*god*—yes," she gasped, her voice cracking as you pistoned into her with bruising force.
The slap of skin echoed off the hotel walls, mingling with her choked sobs and the creak of the bedframe—each thrust dragging her closer to the edge until her entire body tensed like a bowstring. Her back arched off the mattress, her scream muffled against your shoulder as she came, her walls clenching around you with pulsing desperation. You followed her over the edge with a groan, burying yourself deep as your release spilled into her, hips stuttering against hers in ragged, uneven thrusts.
Her cunt milked you with possessive greed, her inner muscles fluttering like a vice around your cock—still improbably tight despite her age, still gripping you with the same hungry desperation as the first time. The heat of her was intoxicating, her body accepting every pulse of your release like she’d been starved for it, her thighs trembling against your hips as if to keep you locked inside. You could feel her heartbeat through the slick walls of her cunt, the rhythmic clench of her orgasm drawing yours out longer, wringing every last drop from you with shameless need.
And when you meet her eyes again, you're reminded that this was your best friend's mother, the woman you once called Aunt now shuddering beneath you, her lipstick smeared from your kisses and her expensive dress crumpled on the floor. Three years of stolen moments couldn't erase the way Jun’s laugh echoed in your memory whenever her fingers traced your jaw—his best friend, his brother in all but blood, now buried inside his mother with the same reckless abandon you'd once shared beers with him.
"I can't wait to be with you from now on..." You utter before landing soft kiss, her fingers still tangled in your hair.
The air smelled of sweat and sex, her body still trembling beneath you as you slowly pulled out, watching her thighs quiver at the loss. She let out a shaky exhale, fingers tracing idle patterns across your chest—her wedding ring catching the dim light with every movement, a silent reminder neither of you acknowledged anymore.
"You're thinking too loud," she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming your name, her thumb brushing over your lower lip.
You caught it between your teeth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp—still so reactive, still so *hers*. The sheets rustled as she shifted beneath you, legs lazily tangling with yours while her fingertips traced the sweat-damp planes of your chest. Outside, the distant hum of the hotel elevator chimed—somewhere, Jun was probably carrying his bride over a threshold that wasn’t yours to cross. The thought should’ve sobered you, but her thigh brushing against your softening cock only stoked the embers anew.
"I was thinking of going on a trip abroad... Just you... and me..." You whispered against the curve of her shoulder, teeth grazing the fading imprint of your earlier bite.
"You can't be serious..." She exhaled, but the way her fingers paused on your collarbone betrayed her interest.
The flush creeping up her neck had nothing to do with exertion now—this was the same hesitant curiosity that made her lean into your touch three years ago when she should've pushed you away. Her nail traced the hollow of your throat.
"Where do you have in mind?" She asked, voice barely above a whisper, fingers still tracing lazy circles on your chest—but you caught the flicker of excitement in her dark eyes, the way her breath hitched just slightly.
The question hung between you like a challenge, testing how far you'd push this affair. You grinned against her shoulder, nipping at the delicate skin there, savoring her shiver.
"Vietnam..." You said.
"I was thinking up high in Sa Pa... And a couple nights on a cruise in Ha Long bay... Just you and me... And no eyes from everyone we know..." You murmured against her lips, watching her eyelashes flutter as you traced the seam of her mouth with your tongue—soft, teasing, barely there.
She sighed into the kiss, her fingers curling into your hair as you pulled her closer, the warmth of her body pressing against yours in a way that made your pulse stutter. The taste of her was familiar—champagne and something sweeter, something *hers*—and you swallowed her soft moan when your hand slid down the curve of her waist, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
"Sounds wonderful... But how are you gonna explain to Jun why you're with me abroad?" She murmured against your lips, fingers idly tracing the outline of your shoulder blades—her tone playful, but the sharp intake of breath when your thumb brushed her clit betrayed her nerves.
"Easy... Somebody's gotta carry your luggage... And Jun’s also expecting his first baby... Surely he would need 'someone he trusts' to 'accompany' his mother... Somebody who's like his brother?" You nipped at her earlobe, grinning as she shuddered—her body already responding despite her breathless protests.
Her fingers tightened in your hair, pulling just hard enough to sting, a silent admission that she was already considering it. The scent of her arousal mingled with the hotel's crisp linen, her thighs pressing together instinctively as if to hide the dampness you'd already tasted.
"F-Fine... Get ready to handle my 20 kilos of luggage..." She muttered, trying to sound exasperated while her toes curled against your calf—that telltale sign she'd already lost their little game. You caught her wrist before she could pretend to push you away, pinning it above her head as your lips traced the delicate blue veins there.
"Bet I can unpack you faster," you murmured against her pulse point, grinning when her breath hitched. She squirmed beneath you, the protest dying on her lips when your free hand slid between her thighs—still slick from your last round—and found her clit with unerring precision.
Note: This will be a smut series for all AESPA members.
Karina woke up to the feeling of her dad fucking her asshole. Only a few hours ago, he had taken both her virginity and her ass. It was an amazing experience, but she was still sore. Apparently, though, her dad didn't care.
"Good morning, baby girl," Jae said into his daughter's ear as he slowly fucked her ass.
Whimpering "Daddy," Was the only way Karina could respond. She ground her ass harder onto his cock, grabbing fistfuls of blankets. Jae grabbed a fistful of Karina's hair and pulled, starting to fuck her harder and faster. She moaned and began to grow louder, nearing a scream.
"Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big. I love how it feels inside my ass. Fuck me in the same spot you fuck mom."
"Oh, Karina, I haven't fucked your mother in years."
"That's why you go to strip clubs and fuck slutty eighteen-year-olds like me."
"That's why I butt-fuck whores like you in the same place your mom sleeps." Still holding his daughter's hair, he shoved her face into the pillows. "From now on, you belong to me. You're my slut; you fuck who I say, how I say, when I say. Understand?
Because of the ecstasy that Karina was in, all she could manage to moan was 'yes'. Her dad began to ravage her as she screamed into the pillows, muffling the sounds of her pleasure. Which was important because they couldn't let Karina's older brothers hear them.
It didn't take a long time for Jae to cum into his daughter's ass. He shuddered and threw his hips forward, spilling his sperm into Karina. He pulled out, letting the cum spill out of her hole.
"Now go get cleaned up, we're having breakfast soon. And you need to change before your brothers wake up."
Karina smiled at her dad as she scooped up the semen and spooned it into her mouth. "Yes, daddy." She whispered. She definitely needed to clean up. The cum stains from last night were still relatively prominent on her face and in her hair
At this time, everyone in the house was usually asleep, so Karina wasn't worried about being seen. Not bothering to cover herself up, she made her way to her room so she could change. On the way, though, was her brother's door, which was wide open. That didn't surprise her; it usually was, and her brothers were probably still asleep. She quickly passed by to reach her room. Once there, she entered her bathroom and took a shower. Once she cleaned off the sperm that had been plastered on her, she exited her shower and went back to her room.
Jinwoo woke up when he heard a door open and close. Right when he opened his eyes, he saw his sister's naked body walking quickly by his door, her ass and tits bouncing. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, sure that he had dreamed what he had seen. He turned his head to see if his twin brother Jim was still sleeping. His eyes were still closed.
Filled with curiosity, Jinwoo got up from his bed and quietly walked over to his sister's door, which was wide open. He heard her shower turn on, so he went into her room. He peeked carefully around the door to her bathroom and saw her step into the shower. But now that he had time to look at her he could see globs of sticky white stains on her body, before they were washed away. It was in her hair, some was freshly dripping from her thighs, plenty was on her ass, but mostly her face was covered in it.
He had always known how hot his sister was, with her big almond eyes and curly black hair with blond highlights. But most notable was her shapely ass, and D cup tits that curved perfectly with her toned, caramel colored skin.
It's not like his brother didn't get any action. They were both pretty attractive guys. They both had the very muscle-toned bodies of soccer players. They had strong jaws, with short, cropped black hair. They were both broad-shouldered and tall, and ever since going to college, they'd gotten bigger.
But it had always been difficult for him and his brother because both of them coached their sister's soccer team. They always commented on how much shorter her shorts seemed to be compared to the other girls', and how distracting it was for them to watch their sister stretch and sweat in the sun.
But now, watching her shower and clean off what was clearly cum all over her body, for the first time, Jinwoo actually considered fucking her. It would be so easy to just go up and take her, and judging from those cum stains, she might even enjoy it.
But before he could make his decision, she turned off the shower. Jinwoo quickly left and went back to his room, where he found his brother awake.
"Hey, Dad says breakfast is almost ready," Jim told him as he got out of bed.
"Jim, I've got to tell you something."
Jim looked at Jinwoo, bewildered. "What?"
Jinwoo told him everything he had just seen. Jim only looked at him in amazement. "That slut," He remarked. "Whoever fucked her is one lucky son of a bitch."
"Yeah, I'll say." The two of them made their way downstairs to eat. Their dad had set up cereal, milk, and some bowls, and was going around the kitchen cleaning up. Soon after the two brothers sat down, Karina came down, and both of them stopped eating and simply stared.
Their sister was only wearing two articles of clothing. Simple black panties and a tiny white tank top that showed her midriff and seemed to be close to bursting from her huge breasts. They could even see her nipples through the fabric. She said hello and sat at the table.
After saying hello, Karina started eating, and the twins slowly continued, keeping an eye on their sister, who seemed not to notice their stares. She seemed to be eating rather slowly, and with a subtle smile, but that could have been their imaginations.
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Their dad announced that he had to go run a few errands and that he would be back in a few hours. Karina pouted a little, but Jae leaned in and kissed his daughter on the cheek. "Be good," he said to no one in particular. After he left, the three of them mostly ate in silence, occasionally making small talk.
Karina finished first, putting her bowl and spoon in the sink and putting the faucet on full blast to rinse her plate. Some water had sprayed onto her shirt, but she only shrugged and remarked that it would look pretty hot when her dad got home.
"Do you boys want me to take your bowls?" Karina asked softly. Jinwoo was about to decline and get up to do it himself when he saw his sister. She was standing between the two of them with her hands clasped in front of her, making her boobs squish together. But that's not what got his attention.
Her white shirt, already close to bursting, was now wet, and the water was spreading across her chest so her boobs were getting easier and easier to see. Soon enough, the shirt would be little more then transparent. Her nipples were dark and small, and proudly stimulated.
It was a while before either of them answered their sister; to the point Karina had to speak up again. "Plates?" She asked with raised eyebrows. They gave her their plates, and she turned back to the sink to wash them. Now the two brothers could only watch their sister, who seemed to be jutting her butt out at them so she could lean into the sink.
Jim, without consulting his brother, got up and made his way to the sink. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Do you need any help?"
"Yeah, that'd be great. Just dry them a bit after I'm done rinsing." Jinwoo was mesmerized by her ass, which was now jiggling a bit. He could tell that Jim wasn't paying attention to the plates at all, and that he was staring shamelessly down his sister's shirt.
Jinwoo got up and made his way, sensing he knew what his brother was about to do. Sure enough, he could see the look in his twin's eyes when they found a girl they both wanted to take home.
Once they were done, Karina turned away from the sink and Jim. Jinwoo could see that her shirt was now totally soaked, and her tits were completely on display. "Thanks for the help, Jim. I'm off to my room." She started to walk, but Jim grabbed her arm and spun her around, slamming her wet body into his. She began to protest, but he full-on kissed her on the mouth. She tried pushing him off, but he held her tight.
When she finally did break free, she tumbled backwards into Jinwoo, who then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. "What are you two doing?" She asked incredulously, but moaning at the same time.
"Shut up whore." Jim commanded as he moved forward to kiss her again. Jinwoo could feel his little sister's body shudder a little. Jinwoo took her arms and clasped them together at the wrists with one hand, and used the other to fondle her ass. Jim massaged and kneaded Karina's breasts together, occasionally pinching at twisting her nipples.
"Please, stop." She whimpered. "I promised I wouldn't have sex with anyone else."
"Who'd you promise, the same guy who came all over your face and left you naked this morning?" Jinwoo asked, slapping her ass. "The same guy who fucked you and made you into a whore?"
"Yes," Karina squealed when he slapped her again.
"But you like it, don't you?" Jim asked, punctuating it by ripping off her tank top, exposing her wet breasts.
But she didn't answer; she only kept pleading with them. Jinwoo fingered her pussy and felt her panties getting soaked.
"I think it's time she got punished for being a whore." Jinwoo pushed her down to her knees, and they both took off their shorts and pulled out their towering cocks.
Karina gasped. Just like their dad, their dicks had to be close to twelve inches, and incredibly thick. Jinwoo and Jim both aimed their dicks at her, waiting to get sucked off. At first, she relented, but when they started to lightly slap her face with both their dicks she couldn't help it anymore.
Karina opened her mouth, and Jim immediately shoved his rock-hard dick into her mouth. Karina licked the tip and started sucking hard, loving the taste of his prick. As the piece of meat got wetter, and she salivated more, she started to take it in deeper.
"God, her throat is so tight. Our little sister is amazing." Jim said with a look of pride at Karina.
"Well, don't hog her." Jinwoo said jokingly, "Give her here."
Karina switched to Jinwoo's cock. With more saliva in her mouth, it was easier for her to get it wet, and in no time, she was taking several inches into her mouth with ease.
"Holy shit you're right, she's incredible." Jinwoo grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down deeper.
It went on like this for a few minutes. She would switch off now and again, always taking more and more of their rods. When she finally got all of Jinwoo's dick into her throat, he commanded her to lick his balls, which she happily did, sticking her tongue out as far as she could to lap them up. Jim, of course, got the same treatment. From there, it was several minutes of Karina deep throating her big brothers. Spit and pre-cum were flowing freely from the crevices of her tasty lips.
"Keep going," Jinwoo told his brother. He went around and lay down on his back so that his face was right under his sister's cunt.
Once there, he commanded her to lower herself onto his face. Jinwoo then got to taste his beautiful sister's pussy juices. The sweet honey made his mouth water, and he probed her vagina with his tongue, making sure to flick and circle her clitoris.
Karina was moaning and gyrating on her brother's face, trying to get as much of his tongue as possible, while simultaneously deep throating Jim's cock. Soon Jinwoo switched over to her asshole, to which she gasped and began to moan even more.
"Sounds like we have an anal whore here also," Jim said happily. Jinwoo only grunted in agreement. "Barely eighteen and she's already pining to stick it up her ass."
After a bit, Jim finally pulled out of his sister's throat, picked her up, put her stomach down on the dining table so her face hung off of one end of the table, and her butt and legs hung off the other end.
Jinwoo then went over to her face to plow her throat with his dick, which she happily took. Jim took his turn at her pussy and asshole, sucking and licking at both of them.
Karina was in heaven right now. She loved getting throat fucked by her brothers, and they were making her pussy flood with juices. And in a matter of seconds, she was coming into Jim's mouth. She screamed and moaned as her body shuddered for several moments from the ecstasy.
Jinwoo lightly slapped her face with his hand. "You like getting eaten out by your big brothers?" She nodded while smiling around his cock. He slapped her again, "You like getting your throat fucked by our dicks, like a whore?" She nodded again, and Jinwoo redoubled his force into her throat, hearing her gag and choke on his dick.
"Alright, Karina, now we're going to have some real fun." Jim lined up his prick with her opening and slowly inserted it into her hole. She moaned in pleasure and pushed her body back to meet him. "Fuck, this whore tis ight. And she's so goddamn wet I don't know how long I'll last."
But to Jim's surprise, he did last a while. And after some time, Karina reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart, showing her puckered hole. Jim needed no better signal than that. He whipped his dick out of her pussy and slipped it into her asshole. She was surprisingly accommodating and quickly slipped inside her, despite how unbelievably tight her sphincter was.
Karina took out Jinwoo's dick for a moment to breathe. "Oh my god, I'm going to be in so much trouble. I have to stop this, I'm such a bad girl." She pined.
"No, you don't," Jinwoo said, slamming his cock back in her throat. "You have to screw your big brothers like a good slut. "Jim slapped her ass, and she gobbled up Jinwoo's dick happily.
Jim couldn't take it anymore and started pounding away at his little sister. She was moaning and screaming another orgasm into Jinwoo's cock, causing vibrations around his meat. In moments, Jim spilled his load into his sister's asshole, just where his dad came not an hour ago. The two of them were spent, but Jinwoo wasn't done. He flipped Karina around on her back and fucked her throat as hard as her tight mouth would let him.
Karina was moaning and gagging on his cock, loving the feel of his prick and the taste of cum on her tongue. And once Jinwoo exploded into her mouth, she happily left it in her mouth for a moment. Jinwoo took his dick out, and she showed him all the semen in her mouth before swallowing it.
She was about to get off the table before Jim stopped her. Paying attention, she realized they were both still rock hard, maybe even harder.
"We're not done yet," Jinwoo said mischievously. They then switched places. Now Jinwoo was pounding Karina's pussy, and Jim was ravaging her throat. Both Jinwoo and Jim fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples, making sure to make her moan and scream in pleasure.
After about ten minutes of fucking, Jim pulled out. "I think she's ready, Jinwoo."
"I think so too." Jinwoo agreed.
"Ready for what?" Karina asked.
Jinwoo picked her up so they were face-to-face. She wrapped her legs around him and smiled excitedly, if not entirely sure what was coming. Jim then approached her from behind and quickly without letting her register what was happening, impaled her asshole.
Karina gasped and moaned as both of their cocks went deeper into her holes. When they went as far in as they could go, she screamed in ecstasy. "Holy fuck! I have two cocks inside me, I've never done this!" She shuddered a bit. "Shit, you're stretching me out, I feel like I'm going to tear in half!"
The exertion of having two cocks in a small 5'4'' body made her unable to hold herself up with her legs, so Jinwoo had to hold her up by her legs, so they could both start pumping into her fuck holes.
Once they were sure she was steady, they started rhythmically pounding into her, without any thought about her; they fucked her as hard as they could. Karina was at a loss. She made silent screams into Jinwoo's shoulder, occasionally loudly moaning at the ceiling, silently hoping that the neighbors would hear the way they were treating her. She had her arms wrapped around Jinwoo's neck, and every time Jim slapped her ass, she would scream a bit.
The two brothers could feel each other's dick across the flesh that separated them. Karina was in a new kind of heaven. Being double penetrated was incredibly painful, but it felt so unbelievably good that she was instantly addicted. The brothers would piston their dicks inside, sometimes alternating, sometimes at the same rhythm with expertise.
"You like getting double penetrated, don't you, you little slut." Jinwoo spat at her.
"Oh yes, fuck my asshole, fuck my pussy. You both feel so good inside me." Karina moaned.
"You're nothing but a fucking whore, aren't you, little sister?" Jim said.
"Yes! That's exactly what I am. I want cock, that's all I need. I'm just a fucking whore that likes to fuck her biiiiiiiig brothers." Karina moaned again.
"Yeah? You're fuck buddy still going to punish you for being such a whore?" Jim asked, slapping his little sister on the ass again.
"Yes, he's going to punish me so hard. He'll probably want you to help him."
"Who is he?" Jinwoo asked, pounding her harder. "Who took our little sister's virginity and turned her into a whore?"
Because it turned her on so much, Karina couldn't lie even if she wanted to. But she didn't get the chance to say it, because at that moment someone said, Happy. "It was me, I fucked Karina."
The three of them stopped, and the boys had to turn a bit so they could both see their dad, back from running errands, standing in the kitchen with a sly smile on his face. "And I'm glad that my kids are bonding so well together. But since she's our whore now, I think we should take this to my room."
The two brothers smiled at each other and their dad. "The family whore, huh? I like the sound of that." Jim said happily.
Still with Karina impaled on their dicks, the two brothers were led by their dad into their father's room. Once there, Jinwoo sat on the bed, so Karina was facing the headboard. After stripping off his clothes, Jae stood in front of Karina's face and placed his rock-hard cock in his daughter's mouth. All together they fucked Karina's holes with reckless abandon until finally Jim and Jinwoo both came inside of her.
Jae then took his place inside her asshole and fucked her happily, as the two brothers caught their breath and watched.
"Did you tell your brothers about how I found you?" Jae asked, slapping Karina's ass. She shook her head, barely able to speak from the rigorous fucking. "No, daddy. It didn't come up."
"Tell them what you did, how naughty you were, tell them where I found you." Jae was in heaven.
So much for keeping a secret, Karina thought. "Daddy found me in a strip club, where I was dancing and taking off my clothes for strangers. Daddy gave me two hundred dollars to fuck me right there. Then he gave me another two hundred and paid strangers to help him fuck me. And he paid my new boss to let him take me home and fuck me."
"And why is that baby girl?" Jae asked, close to finishing.
"Because I'm an eighteen-year-old, anal teen whore, who likes to be used." Karina moaned with pleasure to another orgasm. At that, Jae roared furiously and poured his seed into his daughter's ass for the second time that morning. Karina screamed with him, bucking her ass into his twitching cock.
"It'll be difficult keeping this from mom," Jae said, once he'd caught his breath. "But it'll be so worth it." He kissed his daughter on the mouth, giving extra tongue.
The rest of the weekend wasn't spent on errands, clothing, or very much sleep. And Karina had cum with every meal.
Karina was sitting in a dark room where the owner of the strip club was conducting an interview with her. The walls were plastered with posters of naked women, and she had a suspicion that many of them worked here or used to work here. She was sitting across from the owner at his corner desk, so Karina could see the porn website that he had been watching. The electronic music from the club was pounding, but the walls were thick enough that she didn't have difficulty hearing the owner.
The strip club was a small one, located far from her hometown and school, but still close enough that she could drive there and back in half an hour. That was crucial if she was to keep her secret.
She hadn't told anybody she was going to be working at a strip club, not even her closest friends, Ningning, Winter, and Giselle. She had quickly left soccer practice that Friday to make it to the club on time for her interview and avoid her friends.
"And you promise you're eighteen?" the owner asked for what seemed like the millionth time. He was a sleazy man with thinning hair and a creepy mustache, and pale skin.
"I showed you my ID, I promise." Karina had turned eighteen only two days ago. She was finally legal. Something many men would be happy about.
Karina wasn't very tall, only about 5'6'', but she had D tits and a nice bubble but. Her hair was black and curly, with brown highlights at the ends that reached her upper back. And she had big, black-coloured eyes that matched her creamy coloured skin. Karina understood why the guy was skeptical; most girls where she was from didn't work at strip clubs, and she didn't exactly look very old either, but she could pass for eighteen, which she was.
"Well, before I make any decisions, I gotta make sure you can deliver." He said, reclining on his chair with a smirk on his face.
This was the part Karina was anxious about. She took off her clothes. She had never done anything like this, and was still a virgin. She had never even seen a naked boy before. But she liked the idea of her stripping always turned her on, and when she was younger, she had a neighbour who showed her how to pole dance and strip really well, and ever since then, she wanted to do it.
"I'm waiting." The owner said softly.
Karina shuddered at the look he gave her, but she couldn't tell if it was out of disgust or excitement. She got up from her chair.
She was wearing black knee-high socks with a plaid skirt so short that her round ass was hanging out shamelessly, and a white buttoned-up shirt tied up right beneath her very full breasts. She didn't have a bra on, which meant that her nipples were just barely visible through the thin white cloth. She had very consciously put on his outfit, knowing that it would be the best way to impress the owner.
She was rotating her hips and shifting her hair in front of the owner. She grabbed her tits and mashed them even closer together. She turned around and bent over, showing her thin G-string to him, wiggling her ass in her face.
The owner shifted forward and grabbed her ass. Electricity shot up Karina's spine, and her pussy filled up with wetness.
"You're ok, I guess I'll hire you." He said after rolling his chair back. Karina turned to look at him. "But before I do, you have to know that this establishment has a lot of competition with the other clubs in the city, so we need to offer a little extra, some things that aren't exactly… legitimate."
Karina gulped. She knew what he was talking about; some of her older friends in college had told her about it. It was part of the reason she chose this place.
"I've heard of it."
"Good. Do you know how it works?" She shook her head. "Whoever you're giving a dance to will give you extra money, and you'll have to service him in any way he wants. Understand?" she nodded. "Depending on who you are and how long you've been here, the price will change. Since you're new, men will only have to pay you 200 dollars."
"200? That doesn't seem like a lot." Karina said dubiously.
He grinned, "Which means a lot will pay for you. So," He pulled out a wad of cash and handed it forward. Karina took it. There was $200. "Consider it your first payment. Now show me your tits and suck my cock." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, which was already hard and must have been ten inches long and thick.
Karina gulped again, not excited for what was coming next. Even his dick looked sleazy. She untied her shirt, and her full breasts sprang to freedom. She bent over at her hips and kissed the head of his dick. She started licking it up and down, lightly touching his balls with her tongue. But the owner was impatient, grabbed her head, and pushed her head down on his huge cock. Karina shuddered and coughed. His dick was way too big for Karina, mostly because she had never sucked a cock before, but also because he wouldn't quit shoving her head down, no matter how much her head resisted.
"My dick too big for you, huh slut?" he grabbed the back of her head with one hand and pinched one of her nipples with the other. She had five inches of his dick in her mouth already, but he kept on pushing her down. Karina remembered some of the girls from her high school talking about how they always relaxed their throats if they're boyfriends wanted a deep-throat. So she tried to do just that as the seventh inch began entering her mouth. Her eyes started to water, and her jaw hurt. Spit was overflowing from the corners of her mouth.
The owner got up, pushing Karina down to her knees, and grabbed the back of her head with both hands and started punishing her throat with his cock. The punishment to her face and throat was intense and painful, but it was at this moment that Karina's pussy flooded, despite how disgusted she was. She sucked on his cock harder and opened up her mouth and throat. The entirety of the thick ten inches of cock entered her throat, and she began choking and gagging on the spit and pre-cum.
Finally, the owner's cock twitched, and he tensed up. He began pumping loads of cum into Karina's throat and mouth. He shot almost a dozen huge loads of thick, salty cum. It was so much that it began leaking out of Karina's mouth. The owner kept his dick in her mouth. "Look at me, and swallow it all up."
Karina looked up through hazy, watery eyes at the owner's face. She used her tongue to gather up the semen and swallowed it all, gulp by gulp.
"You work Thursdays, Fridays, and Tuesdays. Clean yourself up in the changing room, you're starting tonight."
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Friday night meant there were a lot of men tonight. And Karina had been touched and fondled all night long, but she couldn't get used to it. She loved it, but it made her shudder every time. She had already given several lap dances and danced on the pole a few times, but so far no one had paid the $200 for her body.
But there were plenty of girls she had seen who had been paid for their bodies. The rule was that the men had to have condoms for sex, and you had to go into one of the private rooms, but at any given moment, there could be five or six girls having sex in the main room for everyone to see.
She was still a little nervous, so one of the other girls recommended that she wear a mask, because it might make her feel more secure. So she put on a mardi gras mask, which didn't exactly go well with her schoolgirl uniform, so she instead put on red and black lingerie, and black stockings with black high heels. The problem was that wearing the mask in the dark didn't let her see anything, not even the faces of the men she danced for. But she resigned herself not to worry about it, and maybe it would be better that way.
Jae was sitting on one of the couches off to the side of the room. He had short, greying hair and was relatively fit at a height of 6 feet. His wife had left for a business trip only yesterday and would be gone for a couple of weeks. So he decided to go to a strip club for the first time in years. He had heard of this place before, but never gotten the chance to go. Now, looking at this young schoolgirl vixen across the room, he knew he had chosen the right place. She had brown highlights like his daughter, but he didn't think they looked alike. His daughter didn't have such a voluptuous ass or such perky tits. It would be fine if he fooled around with this girl.
At one point, a man hired Karina for a lap dance. She ground on his crotch and touched his hair and face, which she couldn't see. It was getting pretty hot, and the guy tipped her pretty well, so she took off her bra slowly, showing off her young breasts. She sat on his lap and stuffed his face into her cleavage. When he resurfaced, he filled his hands with her breasts.
"How much are you?" he asked. Karina couldn't hear him well, but there was something oddly familiar to his voice.
"200," she answered. Karina started to feel anxious and thought that maybe she might want to stop. But she was in too deep now, and to be honest, the thought of losing her virginity to a total stranger in a room full of total strangers turned her on more than she could imagine.
He slipped the money into her stocking and whipped out his insanely hard dick. Fear and excitement filled Karina as she looked at the monster cock. It was easily twelve inches long and very thick. He grabbed one hip with his hand as he lined his cock up with her pink lips that were now moist.
He ripped off her G-string and prodded her tight pussy, only to be met with fierce resistance, so he tried harder. Karina whimpered as the cockhead slipped inside her. She quickly started to pant as the man slowly impaled more of his cock inside her. Until he reached her hymen.
"A virgin, huh, that's too bad cause I don't plan on being gentle anymore." Out of impatience, he slammed his cock all the way through, and Karina screamed out in pain, but it was masked by the pounding bass of music. If she hadn't been so wet and horny, it probably wouldn't have been enjoyable at all. But the feeling of being totally filled up by this strange man's cock made her crazy. She kissed him fiercely, and he kissed her. They ground into each other's hips slowly at first, but the man quickly picked up the pace.
Jae was in heaven. This girl's pussy was crazy tight, and his huge cock fit perfectly inside, even if it was a little difficult to get in. Her cunt was warm and wet, and the best part. This girl was obviously a little slut.
He grabbed her ass and started to pump vigorously into her vagina. Karina began to moan and scream in pain.
"Fuck me, mister, fuck this tight virgin pussy."
"You like that, slut?" He slapped her ass. "You like fucking older men like a whore."
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me like a whore! I'm just a cumguzzling slut that needs cock! Fill my pussy up!" Karina couldn't believe she was talking like this; she had never said anything like this before. But even as she said it, she knew how true it was. After today, she wouldn't ever be able to get cock out of her mind.
"I want you to fill my pussy up with your cum! Give me your semen in front of all of these people!"
He growled fiercely and ground harder into her, hearing flesh slapping against flesh. Then, suddenly, he tore off her mask. Karina's heart stopped, and so did the vigorous fucking. The two of them looked at each other in disbelief and shock. The stranger that she had lost her virginity to was no stranger at all, but her dad! Jae!
They sat there for what felt like eternity, still feeling each other. Karina couldn't believe it! Here was her dad filling her pussy up, cheating on his wife, Karina's own mother. But the most incredible thing was how much she loved the feel of his dick. But she couldn't continue; he was her dad. It was disgusting and wrong. Wasn't it?
Jae couldn't believe his eyes. This sexy piece of ass was his eighteen-year-old daughter. Where had he gone so wrong? When had she become such a slut? He had to put a stop to this right now!
But instead, they both simultaneously began grinding against each other again. They went faster and faster, building in speed until Jae was pounding inside his baby girl, treating her like the whore she was. He began choking her a little as he slapped her ass roughly. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head. She was massaging her breasts and moaning like a slut.
Karina's vision got hazy, and she started saying things she couldn't be sure of. But she was pretty sure they were things like 'fill your daughter up with cum' or 'fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl' and 'I like daddy's cock, I want to be daddy's little slut'.
The pleasure inside her was pure ecstasy, and the pain from getting choked and slapped was more than she could handle. Finally, she was reaching her limit, and her dad's monster made her orgasm deeply inside her pussy, coating his cock in her juices.
Jae wasn't too far behind. A minute after his daughter came, he pumped his seed into her pussy, thanking god that they had put her on the pill early on in high school. She screamed in pleasure, and he grunted from the release, pumping a few more times, just to make sure it really got in there.
They sat there for what felt like an eternity. Jae expected his dick to soften afterwards, but it was still rock hard, and his daughter still had fuck-me-eyes. So he slipped out of her and put his dick back in his pants, hard as it was. He took another two hundred bucks and slipped them into her pantyhose.
"Come with me slut, you need to be punished."
Karina's pussy flowed again in excitement. What was he going to do to her? He led her to the hallway that led to the private rooms. He ushered her in and told her to wait for him. Inside was a lightly lit room with a simple mattress in the middle. It had cumstains on it and no covers, and the pillows that were there were small. The only other piece of furniture was a nightstand with a metal bowl.
In no time at all, Karina's dad came back with a group of men. There had to be at least ten of them, probably closer to twenty. Once the door was closed, they all stripped down.
"Lie face down on the mattress and stick your ass up in the air," Jae ordered his daughter.
Karina walked over to the mattress slowly, making sure her hips moved seductively. She chose a spot with a particularly white stain of cum, and put her face on it, with her ass in the air.
She looked behind her and saw her father handing out money to the strange men, all while looking into her eyes. Each man took the money and put it in the metal bowl. And it dawned on her that her own father was paying some of these total strangers to fuck his daughter. As she looked at the men, she had a hint of fear. Some were black with cocks of similar size to her dad's, others with smaller dicks, but still very large.
Once all the money was in the jar, they had their way with her. Her dad started it off by eating her ass out. She gasped in pleasure as his tongue explored the reaches of her asshole. The other man groped her, fingered her pussy or mouth, or kissed her. Several different guys ate her ass out, and she soon lost track. She was in a haze of pleasure.
But she was soon snapped out of it when her dad put his cockhead at the entrance of her asshole.
"Wait," she said, suddenly unsure. But he slapped her ass in response.
"Where do you want my cock?" he asked pointedly.
She hesitated in her answer, but she knew where she wanted it. "In my asshole."
Her dad then slipped his fat cock into her sphincter and pushed. Karina squealed in pain as the dick had difficulty entering her back entrance. But it was so naughty, so dirty; she only wanted it to continue. But there was no way it would fit inside her; it was just too big.
But her dad disagreed and shoved his dick inside her, not stopping until it was completely inside her. Then he drew it back out slowly, only to fill her back up, this time faster. He did it again and again until he was plowing his daughter anally.
Karina was screaming in pleasure and pain. "Yes, Daddy, take my anal virginity! Fuck your slut's asshole however you want!" he built it up so much she couldn't breathe; she wasn't screaming anymore, only trying to catch her breath. It hurt so much, but it felt so good at the same time. She rocked her hips back fiercely to meet his.
The other men started to join in again. One particularly well-endowed black man treated her face like a cunt and furiously fucked her throat. Spittle and pre-cum were dripping from her face.
It went on like that for a long time. Karina couldn't keep track of the time because of the vigorous fucking, but it went on for a long time. Her dad shared her freely, giving her to anyone who asked. Men fucked her ass roughly and with reckless abandon. They came in her ass and mouth, and she swallowed every drop. Some men fucked her tits, spilling their load all over her chest, but mostly on her face and hair.
She didn't know how many had their way with her, but it was definitely not only the first group of men; more had heard about the event and joined in, so it was definitely more than twenty.
When they were finally finished, all the men had left. Her dad took all the money in the bowl and let it fall on her cum soaked body.
"Time to go home, baby girl." He led her out of the private room, taking the money with him in his pocket, and led her through the club. She was shaking with every step, hardly able to keep herself up. Through the fuck fest she had lost the rest of her clothing, so now she was walking through the club wearing only the cum they had spilled on her.
As they were exiting the club, Karina's new employer approached them. "Hey, hold up, her shift ain't over. You wanna take her home, you're gonna have to wait."
Jae pulled out some money and gave it to the owner. "I'm buying her for the night. Don't worry, she'll be back."
The owner took the money and nodded, content. "Have a good one, oh, and by the way, her throat is pretty tight, I recommend it."
Jae led his daughter to his car and sat in the driver's seat. He pulled his dick out one more time. "Time for road head, baby girl."
Karina happily gobbled up his cock as he drove both of them home. Her throat was sore from all of the throat fucking, but she wanted to make her daddy happy; she needed to.
She sucked him off as he drove down the road. Now and again, he'd grab her hair and shove her down onto his dick, making her choke and gag. Other times, she'd voluntarily open her throat up and take him deeply.
By the time they got back to their home, he was ready to explode. But instead, he led her, still naked, through the street and made her bend at the hips out in the open to suck him off. Thankfully, it was the middle of the night, so no one would be looking, but it turned Karina on all the same. She deepthroated him right there in the open, totally butt naked, and finally he erupted in her throat, pumping load after load into her tight mouth. She let it pour out of her mouth and dribble onto her naked body, only to lick it back up.
That night Karina slept in her dad's bed, butt naked and cum soaked, where her mother usually slept, with her dad's dick slipped inside her asshole.
Her body is all wet glistening and sticky with all the hot cum from the 50 bukkake gang that showered her with manly juice. Shes enjoying the feel of the hot spunk sticking to her all over her body slowly rubbing the nutrients into her skin. Would you donate your protein on this biatch?
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Due to the lack of rooms at the hospital, my mother and I were quarantined in the same room at the quarantine facility.
When we first entered the quarantine facility tgt - the staff gave us condoms thinking we're a couple.
It was a little embarrassing for me since we had to share a single size bed, leaving barely any room between us when we lie down. Halfway through the night, she rolled tight on top of me and it kinda turned me on.. it's been says since I last fapped and I have the habit of fapping multiple times a day. My dick was hard as rock with my mother on top of me, so I anxiously pulled down my pants and underwear with my trembling hands, before doing the same for her too. I carefully flipped my dick upwards and peeled back my foreskin, resting my dick snuggly against her hairy pussy.
I brazenly wrapped my arms around her waist to push her groin harder and closer against my boner. Within a minute, I accidentally ejaculated a big load all over her pubes, causing a sticky mess which I had to clean up immediately, all the while with my unsatisfied dick hard as a rock.
While looking at her beautiful face and half naked body, I "accidentally" slipped my dick into her mouth, having watched her done the same for my dad before when I slept with them. She instinctively began closing her mouth against my dick as she started sucking earnestly like a slut. She started circling the tip of her tongue around my dickhead, which felt amazing and uncomparable to just my usual fapping. But this time I had better restraint, and pulled out my dick from her mouth for a riskier venture: I'm gonna dry hump her pussy, lest actual penetration might awaken her.
Placing my throbbing cock against her pussy, I gave it a few gentle slaps before rubbing my cock against it as I began humping my mother. I was surprised when she started moaning softly in her sleep, and decided to continue since she seems like a deep sleeper, until I ejaculated on her tummy since it was easier to clean.
To take things up a notch, I took off our clothes, leaving both of us naked and turned off the air con, pretending that the hot temperature made us strip naked while we're asleep. I carefully wrapped her hand around my still throbbing dick and went to sleep.
In the morning, something felt off and I carefully open my eyes while pretending to be fast asleep. My mother was actually touching herself while stroking my cock. I couldn't see her face but I saw her right hand rubbing her pussy sensually while stroking my dick with the other hand, calling out my name in a sexual manner and said:
"I shouldn't be doing this, I'm your mother..."
"How are you twice the size of your dad.."
After a while I pretended to wake up slowly, giving her time to act like she's asleep though her hand was still wrapped around my dick. My dick was so hard and edged that it felt like I was gonna cum with the slightest touch. I chose to cuddle with her despite us being naked and after she woke up, I suggested that we should take a shower since the room felt extremely warm and stuffy.
As we cuddled in bed, both awake and scrolling through our phone, she didn't mind that I was "secretly" grinding my cock against her ass while I hugged her from behind. The most embarrassing and awkward moment happened when I accidentally cum on her ass while grinding. She casually said it was time to take a shower to prevent me feeling awkwardly about it.
As a revenge for the mess I caused, she kept grabbing my dick and fondling it sensually by rubbing my tip with her finger and clawing it with her nails.
So, I retaliated by groping her breasts and fondling her nipples but yielded no results. I then tried to grab her pussy and that made her squirm as she tightly closed her legs together, clamping hard on my hand.
There were many times when a female staff entered our room to do covid test, we were in the middle of having sex and she patiently waited while watching us rather than leaving the room which felt suspicious but also thrilling (bet she doesn't know I'm fucking my mom).
As she watched on in disbelief, we were exchanging kisses passionately while she wrapped her limbs around me tightly, fearing that I might suddenly leave her if she's careless.
The staff was surprised by how many times I told her we had sex each day and the amount of cum that leaked out of my mom's pussy when we're done.
The mischievous and aroused staff said she had to perform a check on my penis, since we were having sex during quarantine, that was when I seduced her to jerk me off while my mother was in the shower. She looked all serious and stoic while performing the deed for me, which looked comical as she confidently avoided meeting my eyes.
Me: *cums all over her barehands*
Staff: OK you're done.
I tried inserting my cock into her mouth but she bit it down forcing me to pull it out.
Staff: You haven't wash it yet after sex with your girlfriend and you're inserting it into my mouth? How disrespectful. But she soon relented, telling me how she's also cooped up in this facility for weeks at a time (no sex with her boyfriend).
My mother was watching jealously as I thrusted my dick in and out of the staff rapidly like a sex-deprived bull. Right before I cum, I immediately took off my condoms to both their dismay and reinserted into the staff's pussy raw, pumping waves after waves of cum inside her. She protested (afraid that I might impregnate her) but it was too late.
Finally, when we left - the staff saw the amount of used condoms in the rubbish bins and was shocked to find out we're mother and son during the documentation process.
Recently, I introduced my best friend to be tutored by my mother, in a bid to salvage his failing grades. My mother used to be a teacher in my current high school, and it hasn't been long since she left her post.
Each time he comes over for tuition, he'd be escorted to my mother's room directly before locking it. Over time, I began to wonder why they had to be so Secretary be. I decided to find out what's happening by hiding in my mother's massive wardrobe after pretending to have left the house.
She began stripping naked in front of my friend while he lustfully strikes his cock, watching intently not to miss a single second.
I was shocked because I didn't expect my mother to be naked with my best friend.
But I was even more shocked to see her naked body for the first time. I'll admit I've fapped to her photos while fantasizing of her body and us having sex. However, seeing it for myself was another experience..
I told myself that I had to capture it down and fap to it after.
But the best was yet to be...
Once she was fully naked, my best friend instead of having sex with her right then, decided to put something on her to spice things up..
This was when I subconsciously started stroking my dick without realizing...
I can't believe I'm actually watching my own mother having sex with my best friend who's half her age.
Even though they were crapping on me behind my back, but those words somehow made me hornier than I've ever been...
