My Wife in Her Twenties (51): The Mother and Daughter's Firm, Plump Asses

After fucking Yun Chaehui on her own bed, Sergeant Choi Cheolgu leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Later this morning, both you and your mom come out wearing lingerie and make breakfast."

Panting hard from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her orgasm, Yun Chaehui answered, "How can I possibly do that…?"

"Figure it out yourself. Tell your mom the three of us should just relax and keep things casual."

"……………"

Then he roughly kneaded her naked body one last time before sending her out. Yun Chaehui glanced down at me where I slept, quietly gathered her lingerie and panties, and slipped out. She dressed in the living room before returning to the master bedroom. In the morning, she spoke to her mother, who was about to change clothes, and told her they should stay comfortable—just like when her father was home.

"How could we? Really, you…"

"What's the big deal? Gyeongsu is practically family… and his military senior is…"

Yun Chaehui paused for a moment.

"He seems like a decent, easygoing man… I think it'll be fine…"

"Still…"

"It'd be too embarrassing for me to go out like this alone… Mom, you should come out dressed the same way…"

To the devout church deaconess, this was completely unthinkable. Yet in that instant Jin Juhui found herself remembering the powerful cock that had forced its way into her room the day before and claimed her, and the shattering orgasm she'd experienced at dawn when he'd taken her from behind right beside her own daughter.

"All right… let's stay comfortable… hohoho…"

And so the mother and daughter emerged wearing lingerie that made them look like Playboy models. They prepared breakfast while providing quite the visual feast for Sergeant Choi Cheolgu. As they ate, he openly admired the deep cleavage visible inside Jin Juhui's lingerie and her bare nipples, which showed clearly through the thin fabric since she wore no bra. Yun Chaehui's lingerie was made of equally revealing material; her full, firm breasts made her nipples stand out just as prominently.

The mere knowledge that the sergeant was watching them made both women's nipples stiffen until they looked ready to poke straight through the delicate cloth. Whenever the other wasn't looking, mother and daughter would sneak glances at Sergeant Choi Cheolgu, quietly thrilled that his eyes were devouring their bodies.

After enjoying the view long enough to grow fully hard, Sergeant Choi Cheolgu woke me. He told me to eat, then walked over to where the mother and daughter were washing dishes. From my seat I had a clear view of their backs. I lifted a spoonful of bean-sprout soup and looked up—!

Sergeant Choi Cheolgu had stepped between them.

Both women glanced at him briefly before returning their attention to the dishes.

"Shall I help?"

"Oh… no, that's all right… we couldn't ask a guest to…"

Jin Juhui spoke in a clearly troubled tone.

"Is that so? Then I'll just watch from the side. I've lived alone with my younger brother for a long time, so the sight of women doing dishes like this looks incredibly beautiful to me…"

"Ah… I… I see…"

Jin Juhui answered half-heartedly and turned back to the sink. But the mother and daughter found it almost impossible to concentrate. Sergeant Choi Cheolgu's hands had settled on the backs of their asses.

"……!"

"……!"

For a split second both women's movements froze—and so did my spoon. The sergeant turned his head, looked straight at me, and grinned. Then he faced forward again and began openly kneading their buttocks.

Both were wearing fluttering lingerie. Jin Juhui in a long slip, my girlfriend Yun Chaehui in a three-quarter-length lingerie set. From behind, Yun Chaehui's ass looked positively heavenly. Just as her breasts were large, her pelvis flared wide. Jin Juhui lacked her daughter's full glamour, yet she possessed a waist so narrow and a sexy pelvic curve that it was hard to believe she was in her fifties. Both asses looked unbelievably firm and springy.

Sergeant Choi Cheolgu's big hands grabbed them roughly; the flesh that spilled between his fingers looked endlessly lewd and delicious. Because Yun Chaehui was taller, the angle of his hand on her ass was slightly awkward, yet he kept massaging both mother and daughter at the same time. I felt a stab of envy—but more than wanting to be the one touching them, I was far more excited by the fact that another man, the sergeant, was the one doing it.

Because the tall, burly sergeant stood between them, the women could not see each other. Each believed he was only touching her. And in their minds they were thinking the exact same thing.

They were that kind of mother and daughter—willing to sacrifice themselves but unable to bear seeing the other suffer. Because of that personality, incident after incident had plagued our marriage… yet Sergeant Choi Cheolgu's hands, now boldly molesting both their asses, grew even more daring.

He slid his hand from Yun Chaehui's ass down into her lingerie pants. She was wearing panties underneath; whether his fingers slipped inside those panties as well, I couldn't tell. The moment his hand disappeared beneath the fabric, Yun Chaehui's head jerked back and her hands stopped moving ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over the dishes for several long seconds.

Still unsatisfied, he pulled Jin Juhui closer, wrapped an arm around her waist, and rummaged inside the front of her lingerie. Even from behind I could imagine her troubled expression. She wriggled her large ass in a token show of resistance, but she could neither resist in earnest nor cry out. The only sound in the kitchen was the running water and clink of dishes.

The sergeant circled half her waist and lowered his hand toward her navel, clearly slipping it inside her panties. Jin Juhui's hips bucked violently and she thrust her ass backward—only to straighten up again the instant he turned his head toward her, resuming the pretense of washing dishes. At the same time his other hand slid inside Yun Chaehui's pants, circled her waist, and moved to her front.

Now both women were pressed tightly against his sides while he fingered them. He had almost certainly pushed his fingers inside their panties. Mother and daughter stood on either side of him, pussies being thoroughly kneaded.

I kept eating while watching the sergeant's face, stealing occasional glances at the women's backs. Once his fingers began their serious work, both women started repeatedly lowering and raising their heads. Their hips rocked lewdly back and forth.

Yun Chaehui eventually planted both hands on the sink, head bowed, unable to move. Jin Juhui tilted her head back and let out a silent, trembling sigh.

"Choi Gyeongsu, finished eating?"

The sergeant suddenly turned and asked me.

"Yes, sir. I'm done."

I shot to my feet without thinking. By then his hands had already withdrawn from the women's pussies. He was looking back at me, while Jin Juhui and Yun Chaehui continued washing dishes as though nothing had happened. There weren't even that many dishes for three people…

In a loud voice the sergeant announced, "Then Gyeongsu, go spend some quality time with Chaehui in the bedroom. Your leave will be over before you know it. Don't waste it."

He gestured at me, simultaneously gripping Yun Chaehui's waist and pushing her in my direction.

"I'll finish the dishes with your mother," he added, shooting me a menacing look.

I stood up, carried my bowl to the sink. The sergeant smiled, took it from me, and set it down. Then he jerked his chin—clearly telling me to take her and go.

"Chaehui… shall we… go to the room?"

"Huh…? Um…"

As the two of us awkwardly headed for the bedroom I glanced back at Jin Juhui. She gave us an ambiguous smile. It might have been encouragement to go inside, or a silent plea for help because she knew she would be helpless once we were gone—or perhaps it was the smile of a woman already anticipating another deep pounding from the sergeant's huge cock. Maybe both.

"Y-yes… take your time together…"

The moment Jin Juhui finished speaking, Sergeant Choi Cheolgu stepped closer to her.

"Don't worry. I won't disturb you. Take your time… really take your time before you come out."

He deliberately emphasized the words take your time.

The instant Yun Chaehui and I entered the room we kissed with frantic hunger. I was worried about her mother outside, but right now both of us had far more urgent needs. Yun Chaehui was already soaked and aching because the sergeant had been groping her pussy since breakfast, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I was painfully hard from watching my girlfriend and her mother being molested by another man.

We sucked each other's tongues, clinging tightly, and naturally tumbled onto her bed together.

"Mmm… Gyeongsu… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mmm… please… do something to me… mmm…"

"Slurp… Chaehui… haa…"

I pushed up her lingerie top and latched onto her breast.

"Khk… Gyeongsu… what do I do… it feels too good…"

"Slurp… Chaehui… your tits taste so good… slurp…"

We kissed and caressed each other with desperate passion, yet part of our attention remained fixed on what was happening beyond the door.

The moment we closed it, Sergeant Choi Cheolgu dropped his pants and underwear, spun Jin Juhui around, and gripped her shoulders with a wicked grin. Jin Juhui covered her mouth in shock, her eyes darting toward her daughter's bedroom door. Without the slightest hesitation the sergeant pressed down on the married woman's shoulders.

When Jin Juhui sank to her knees in front of him, the enormous cock jutting from his tracksuit pants filled her vision. She knew exactly what it meant.