Chapter 10 Mom's Request (Mom, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 10 Mom's Request (Mom, Se-young)
Ten o'clock was fast approaching.
It was time to head downstairs and move Se-young to her room.
Si-woo’s massive cock, which had been standing tall and firm from the excitement involving his noona, had finally managed to calm down after a long, concerted effort.
However, Si-woo would soon realize that the long time he spent calming himself was ultimately meaningless.
Stepping cautiously into the brightly lit master bedroom on the first floor, Si-woo intended to follow through with what he and Mom had discussed: simply moving Se-young to her own bed.
While he’d had some ulterior motives when he first agreed to Mom’s request, they weren't purely lecherous. He had intended to carry out the task faithfully.
Si-woo didn't know what was happening.
He couldn't have known what was about to happen.
He simply stumbled upon it.
The vivid LED light filled the room, as if stripping away any sense of secrecy. Perhaps finding the light too much to bear, Seon-mi was lying down wearing a blindfold.
Mom was lying on her side.
Between the folds of her lilac silk robe, two round, white mounds of flesh had spilled out. Two soft, massive globes of flesh were exposed in their tempting, natural state.
And at the tip of each mound sat a reddish peak.
Se-young’s small lips were gently covering one of those tips.
It was a sight of Mom and Se-young that Si-woo had never even imagined. It was hard to believe, even as he saw it with his own eyes.
He stood there for a while, watching the scene as if intoxicated, before suddenly snapping back to his senses.
He called out to his mother cautiously.
"Mom? Are you asleep?"
There was no answer.
Si-woo slowly pulled Se-young’s mouth away from Mom’s breast. Even in her sleep, Se-young’s lips continued to move instinctively, as if searching for her mother’s nipple like an infant.
Mom’s nipple and the surrounding flesh were drenched in Se-young’s saliva, reflecting the light with a glistening sheen.
In an instant, Si-woo’s cock surged with a burst of power. His head felt light, as if he were about to faint.
"Mom...?"
Si-woo called out to her again in a low voice.
He was calling her name, yet he was the one who would be in immediate trouble if she actually woke up. If she took off her blindfold and saw his erection, what excuse could he possibly give?
Despite the danger of the situation, he felt a desperate need to confirm she was truly asleep. He didn't even know why.
Si-woo had come down to move Se-young at Mom's request.
Before his eyes was a daughter who had been sucking on her blindfolded mother's breast. The mother's nipple was glistening, wet with her daughter's saliva.
That was all.
It was just that, but he had to be sure Mom was asleep.
After watching her for a moment, Si-woo reached out and touched Mom’s breast with his fingertips, as if possessed.
Mom’s nipple was slick with Se-young’s saliva. That nipple, standing firm and drenched in spit, met the tip of Si-woo’s finger.
He gently pressed and rolled the nipple with his index finger before giving it a sharp flick. The plump, delicious-looking nipple sprang back up.
At the same time, he felt Mom’s body flinch and tremble as she lay on her side.
Si-woo’s heart nearly stopped. He ducked down and pressed himself against the floor beside the bed.
His heart was pounding as if his body were being flooded with adrenaline. A sense of excitement so intense it felt lethal surged through his entire being.
Was Mom awake?
Or was it just a subconscious reaction to having a sensitive area touched?
Because of the blindfold, he couldn't even tell if her eyes were open.
After some time passed, Si-woo slowly raised himself to check on her. Seeing Mom still seemingly fast asleep, he let out a sigh of relief.
Si-woo couldn't understand his own actions.
Flicking his mother’s nipple while it was wet with Se-young’s saliva—it was a bizarre act he had never heard of, seen, or been taught. He had simply done it instinctively.
Suppressing the urge to flick her nipple once more, Si-woo pulled himself together. He decided he needed to finish what he came for before anything else happened.
He told himself he was only there out of a pure, non-lustful desire to help Mom by moving Se-young.
Se-young was still breathing softly in her sleep. He picked her up gently so as not to wake her.
He draped Se-young’s arms over his shoulders and behind his back. Supporting her buttocks and back with both arms, he held her close against his chest.
Because of the posture, his erect cock was pressed directly against the center of Se-young’s groin. He didn't feel like avoiding the contact.
Fearing Mom might wake up, Si-woo hurried out of the master bedroom with Se-young in his arms.
Se-young was already in her fifth year at the Beginner Academy. Her body didn't feel the way it used to.
Her breasts were starting to swell, and her buttocks and thighs had filled out considerably. Because he was holding her face-to-face while supporting her rear, he could feel every part of her body clearly against his own.
Si-woo gently stroked Se-young’s back. Then, he applied a bit of pressure, squeezing her buttocks.
The texture and warmth of her flesh were vivid in his palm.
Then, he slowly pressed Se-young’s buttocks against his cock. A sharp, pleasurable sensation shot through his massive member.
At the same time, a thrill of guilt spread through his body like a shiver.
Si-woo walked as slowly as he possibly could.
When he finally reached Se-young’s room, he laid her down on the bed. Her warmth and the sensation of her skin still felt vivid against his body.
Se-young slept on, her breathing soft and rhythmic. Her face looked a lot like Mom’s. If her body took after Mom’s as well, her development would surely be exceptional.
Si-woo tentatively placed his hand on the sleeping Se-young’s chest. A soft, pillowy sensation spread across his entire palm.
Se-young’s breasts, which were just beginning to swell, would surely grow to be as massive and tempting as the ones he had just seen on Mom.
Si-woo felt incredibly lucky to be able to feel and witness the beginning stages of that tremendous development.
Her glossy hair was cut just below her shoulders. Her skin was pure white. Her lips were a pale pink.
Those were the lips that had been clamped onto Mom’s breast. Those were the plump lips that had drenched Mom’s nipple in saliva.
As he stared at those lips, Si-woo felt himself being dominated by an irresistible impulse.
Slowly, he brought his lips to hers, overlapping them.
Se-young’s lips felt soft, moist, and warm. It happened almost unconsciously.
He licked Se-young’s lips while kneading her chest. He could taste her—a flavor that was both sour and sweet.
A soft moan escaped Se-young’s mouth. "Mmm..."
Startled, Si-woo froze and checked her condition. Realizing what he had just done, he was shocked at himself.
He had touched Se-young’s breasts and stolen a kiss from her lips. He felt that staying any longer would be dangerous.
He wasn't just worried about Se-young waking up; he was worried about what he might do to her.
With a raging erection, Si-woo ran to the bathroom.
He didn't even have the presence of mind to look back or check on Se-young. A crushing sense of guilt for doing something so terrible to Mom and Se-young washed over him.
But soon, Si-woo found himself using even that guilt as fuel for his lust.
He was burning up.
For Mom’s breasts...
For Se-young’s lips...
Si-woo frantically rummaged through the laundry basket. He was looking for Se-hee Noona’s black panties—the ones that had been soaked in sweat and clinging to her buttocks.
He wanted to discharge this uncontrollable lust as quickly as possible. If it was Se-hee Noona’s panties, he felt it would be okay to vent this filthy, unpleasant filth of desire.
After searching for a while, his hand finally closed around Se-hee Noona’s panties. The sour, musky scent of her sweat stung his nose.
Si-woo’s body trembled with an unbearable level of excitement.
He wanted to rape her.
If he could have, he would have pounced on Se-hee Noona right then and there when Shin-bi Noona was lifting her skirt. Only now did Si-woo realize the feelings he had suppressed in his subconscious back then.
He wrapped his massive cock in his sister's panties and began to stroke himself frantically.
In his mind, Se-hee Noona was sprawled out before him, being violated. Those voluptuous buttocks, which had jiggled inside her pink short shorts as she climbed the stairs, were ruthlessly pierced by Si-woo’s massive cock until she was on the verge of fainting.
Se-hee Noona’s pussy juice, spilled as she begged for mercy, drenched her smooth thighs and calves.
Soon, a massive amount of semen erupted into Se-hee Noona’s panties.
After ejaculating, Si-woo trembled at the wave of guilt that came crashing down on him.