Chapter 24
"The one you gave Minseo yesterday, aren't you going to give it to Mom too? Here, through the hole... it's waiting for your dick to come in."
Before the illusion of black mesh could even fade, an assault of red Open Lingerie arrived. I couldn't close my gaping mouth.
It was clear that the women of this household, far from driving me to exhaustion, intended to send me to heaven by Death by Sex.
"I can't... take it anymore...!"
I seemed to hear the thin thread of reason snap. I gasped for breath like a beast and pounced directly onto Hye-jeong, who was clad in red lace.
"Kyaaah! Son, you're too impatient...!"
Hye-jeong let out a coquettish scream, but I had no time to listen to her words. All that unfolded before my eyes was one thing: that lewd, gaping hole, brazenly open through the red lace, beckoning and waiting for me.
"Haa... haa... Mom... you tempted me by dressing so provocatively...!"
I spread her thighs wide apart and, without needing to pull down any cumbersome underwear, immediately thrust my alter ego into that open crevice.
Pwoosh-!!
"Aaaah-!!"
A relentless insertion. Hye-jeong's head snapped back, hitting the headboard. As the lace fabric roughly brushed against the area around my shaft, the hot, soft flesh of her inner walls gripped me tightly. Two disparate sensations simultaneously struck my brain.
(Wow... this is truly insane. Was thrusting directly into an open hole this damn hot? The friction of bare skin and lace together is unbelievably intense!)
"Yes...! Hngh! You're in...! Good thing I had a hole, right? Huh?!"
Hye-jeong raked her nails down my back and thrust her hips up. Responding to her provocation, I put all my strength into my hips and began a frantic Piston Movement.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Haa! Haa! Ugh! Mom! It's so hot inside!"
"Aang! Ah! Yes! Son! Harder! Fuck me like an animal! Uh-huh-huh!"
I felt like an enraged bull in a bullring.
The red lace swaying before my eyes excited me like a matador's red cape, and as if mesmerized by its color, I instinctively thrashed my hips.
Slap! Slap!
The sound of flesh colliding and Hye-jeong's high-pitched moans filled the bedroom. Every time I moved, her ample breasts seemed to spill out of the lace, and her sweat-soaked, flushed face was contorted in pleasure.
(Hahaha! This is truly amazing. Yesterday, a Full-body Mesh sister, and today, an Open Lingerie Mom!)
I gasped for breath, thrusting deeper and deeper into her. This voluptuous and lewd world, which the previous owner had detested, was nothing short of a blessing to me.
(Thank you, God. I've truly fallen into a Honey Pot. This is Paradise on Earth!)
"Son...! Mom... Mom's going to come...! It's too deep...!"
"Let's go together! Haa... haa...!"
I gripped Hye-jeong's red lace straps tightly and launched into my final spurt. A perfect, yet depraved morning, better than anything before, enveloped my entire body.
Vroom-
The heavy rumble of a car engine echoed through the underground parking lot. After the storm-like baptism of the 'Open Lingerie' passed, we showered clean and headed out for work.
Hye-jeong skillfully turned the steering wheel, exiting the parking lot, while I, sitting in the passenger seat, had to struggle to control my gaze, which kept drifting towards the driver's side instead of the scenery outside.
"......"
My gaze was fixed on none other than Hye-jeong's lower body.
(A miniskirt, of all things...)
She was wearing a black miniskirt of a dangerously short length, barely covering half her thighs. The skirt, which had captivated my eyes with its swaying as she walked, now rode up even more precariously as she sat in the driver's seat and stretched her legs.
Rustle. Rustle.
Each time she alternated between the accelerator and brake, her thigh muscles subtly moved, pushing the hem of the skirt a little higher. Beneath it, smooth coffee-colored stockings were revealed. And beyond those stockings, the bursting flesh of her thighs shimmered.
To me, even before she was Mom, the image of her as the 'female' who had just received my body was too intensely imprinted.
(Surely... underneath that skirt?)
In my mind, I recalled the red lace bodysuit I had seen on the bed earlier. That lewd underwear with the important parts brazenly open. What if she hadn't changed and was still wearing it under that skirt? It meant that if I just lifted that thin piece of fabric, that defenseless Honey Pot would be right there.
"Hoho, my son. You'll break your neck."
Perhaps feeling my intense gaze, Hye-jeong chuckled, looking at me while waiting at a traffic light. She lightly pinched the back of my hand resting on her thigh and asked in a seductive voice,
"Why are you staring so intently? Is it that strange for Mom to wear a miniskirt?"
"Ah, no... it's not that...."
My face flushed, and I quickly averted my gaze. But Hye-jeong, seemingly enjoying my reaction, deliberately crossed and uncrossed her legs, making a rustling sound with her stockings.
Rustle-
"I usually don't wear it. It's not appropriate for the staff. But today... it's a special day, isn't it?"
She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, whispering softly.
"I purposely wore it because my man seems to like it. Is it not good?"
"N-no way it's not good. I was just surprised by how... well it suits you."
"Hehe, you talk a good game. Earlier in bed, you were practically cumming your pants saying, 'Mom, you're too naughty.'"
Her unrestrained dirty talk instantly heated the air in the car. The driver's seat and passenger seat, this narrow, enclosed space. She glanced at me, then, just as the light changed and the car was about to move, she took my hand and pulled it deep into her inner thigh.
Thud.
"Want to check? If what I was wearing earlier... is still there or not."
Just below the hem of her skirt, my palm touched the dangerous boundary where the band line of her stockings could be felt. Along with her warm body heat, past the familiar feel of lace at my fingertips, I pushed my finger a little deeper, and an unbelievable sensation reached me. It was wide open, in its primal state, without a single piece of fabric blocking it.
"Hngh... it's real...."
The hole through the lace. As soon as my index finger plunged into that gap, lukewarm, sticky fluid wrapped around my finger joint. It wasn't just damp. Despite having poured out a torrent that morning, her deep well was overflowing again like a flood, without a moment to dry.
"Oh, Mom... why are you so wet? What were you thinking about while driving?"
Squish. Squish.
As I deliberately asked mischievously, gently rubbing between her wet petals with my index and middle fingers, Hye-jeong's body twitched greatly.
"Haaah...! N-no... it's not that...!"
Screech-!
As her hips bucked, her foot must have lightly pressed the accelerator, causing the car to lurch forward before regaining speed. But Hye-jeong had no intention of stopping the car. On the contrary, it was clear she was enduring, blue veins popping on the back of her hand gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"It's just... because the skirt is short... the engine vibration... I can feel it all through my legs...."
"Lies. It's not because of the engine vibration, it's because of my fingers."
As if finding her excuse cute, I put pressure on my fingertip and pressed and rubbed the swollen, bean-like protuberance.
Squeeze-
"Hnnngh-!!"
Hye-jeong bit her lower lip tightly to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. Her head was facing forward, but her focus had already blurred.
"Ah, son...! W-wait a minute...! I'm driving right now... Haaahng!"
"Why? To others, it would just look like a dutiful son massaging his mother's leg."
I said nonchalantly, and this time, I bent my finger a little more boldly, tapping the entrance of her vagina. I could distinctly feel the hot inner walls beckoning, as if trying to suck in my finger.
"And Mom... you don't dislike it, do you? I can feel your hips twitching right now."
My observation was correct. Although Hye-jeong said it was dangerous, she was actually burying her hips deeper into the seat, spreading her legs wider to make it easier for my fingers to reach. Her son's touch, entering through the open lingerie beneath her miniskirt. The thrill of that depravity, mixed with the tension of driving, was driving her crazy.
"Haa... haa... truly... you, you rascal...."
Hye-jeong looked alternately at her own flushed face in the rearview mirror and at me, smiling leisurely beside her, and let out a rough breath.
"If you do this... Mom can't concentrate on driving... will you take responsibility if there's an accident?"
"I'll take responsibility. So...."
I pulled out my wet finger and smeared the copious Vaginal Fluid onto the tender flesh of her inner thigh.
"Don't hold back and feel it until we arrive at the company, Madam CEO."
Slurp.
The sound of my finger being withdrawn echoed unusually sensuously in the car. Hye-jeong's eyes glazed over, and a strange force entered her foot pressing the accelerator. The Bentley, carrying our fervent heat, began to glide, yet dangerously speed, down the road.