Chapter 218 (Mom, Aunt Seon-ju)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 218 (Mom, Aunt Seon-ju)
Si-woo stood behind his mother, their bodies pressed flush against each other.
Her back was against his chest, and his erect cock was pinned tightly between her buttocks and the small of her back.
One of Si-woo’s hands, clutching the white lingerie panties he intended for her to wear, was positioned right in front of her face.
Mom let out a hot, deep breath, her expression dazed as if intoxicated by Si-woo’s musky male scent.
In his other hand, Si-woo held the red leather dog collar he was about to fasten around her neck.
—Naturally, it was smeared with Si-woo’s slick semen...—
It was the dog collar he had bought for her at the pet supplies store in the shopping mall last Saturday.
Si-woo briefly pulled back the hand holding the panties from in front of her face.
Then, using both hands, he quickly unhooked the red leather dog collar.
He brought the wide-open collar toward his mother’s neck.
"Haaah..."
As the sensation of the semen-smeared leather touched her skin, Mom squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling as if she were sobbing.
"It’s okay... I’ll take responsibility for everything from now on. You don’t have to worry about a thing, Mom."
Si-woo whispered into her ear as he wrapped the red dog collar around her neck and tightened it.
The leather collar settled around her throat, snug but not too tight.
Si-woo had finally placed the mark of a slave upon his own biological mother, Seon-mi.
After a long moment, the trembling in her body began to subside.
Si-woo once again thrust the underwear in his hand in front of her face.
His other hand had already found its way onto her slender, curved waist.
She possessed a curvaceous and elastic figure that made it impossible to believe she was in her forties.
Feeling those pleasant curves and the supple texture of her skin, Si-woo slid his hand upward toward her breasts.
His hand cupped her breast from below, as if supporting a heavy weight.
The sheer mass of her large breast, encased in her bra, felt substantial in his palm.
The sensation of his mother’s body that he had missed so much... the soft yet firm flesh filling his hand...
The faint tremors of her muscles, her irregular breathing... the provocative scent of her skin...
A tingling thrill seemed to vibrate from his cock and radiate through his entire body.
Si-woo felt every inch of his mother’s body with all his senses.
At the same time, he forced her to smell his male scent on the panties, as if trying to engrave his presence and every other sensation into her mind.
It was an intense desire to return to the maternal source from which he came.
A sense of selfless unity that transcended even that unbearable, powerful urge.
Recalling the dizzying sensations he had experienced with her before, Si-woo continued their perverse, mother-son embrace.
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Si-woo and Mom remained pressed together for a while.
The sweltering heat seemed to have turned the points where they touched damp and slick.
Si-woo pulled away from her and took half a step back.
Like steam rising in a shimmering haze, the sticky, humid heat between them dissipated into the air.
Si-woo knelt on one knee behind her.
Unfolding the panties in his hand, he held the leg hole open in front of one of her feet.
Directly before his eyes was his mother’s large, beautifully shaped rear, draped in a grey flare skirt.
The flare skirt covered her from her waist down to just above her knees...
And below that, her pussy fluid was trickling down her calves toward her ankles.
Slap!
Si-woo raised his free hand and gave her large, lewd buttocks a sharp smack.
Mom flinched at the blow, then, as if already accustomed to it, she lifted the leg where Si-woo was holding the panties.
Si-woo slid her foot through the white lingerie panties.
Slap!
With the panties hooked around her ankle, he prompted her to lift her other foot.
Mom set the foot with the panties back on the floor and lifted the opposite one.
The snow-white lingerie panties were now looped around both of her ankles.
As she gently lowered her leg, the underwear was swept up her calves and thighs toward her center.
Finally, the white panties covered the crack of her buttocks and her groin, settling over her pelvis.
The lace-trimmed lingerie was wide open in the center, designed for easy insertion.
Her pubic mound and the fissure between her legs were so exposed it was as if she weren't wearing panties at all.
Si-woo stood up, lowered his pants and underwear, and exposed his genitals.
His massive shaft stood turgid and erect right behind her buttocks.
Si-woo’s fire rod was standing tall, ready to mate with his mother in the very same space where his younger sisters were present.
He lifted the hem of her grey flare skirt above her waist.
Her wet, obscene groin was revealed, exposed to the shared space.
Aunt Seon-ju remained seated at the dining table, cautiously glancing back and forth between the living room and the kitchen.
Then, as if she had become a witness to a forbidden ritual, her eyes widened as she began to watch the act between mother and son.
The tip of Si-woo’s fire rod aligned with the gap between his mother’s labia.
Mom, now seemingly resigned, crossed her arms over the sink counter and leaned her upper body forward.
With her head resting on her crossed arms, her large, shapely buttocks were thrust backward.
Between her cheeks, the fissure of her groin was visible beneath the lingerie.
Her pussy hole was pulsing, weeping fluid.
Si-woo pushed his hips forward slightly, attempting to slide his glans into her hole.
Her pussy flesh clung to him, warmly enveloping the tip of his head.
Letting go of her skirt, Si-woo gripped her slender waist with both hands.
The flare skirt that had been bunched up around her waist fell back down, subtly veiling the point where he and his mother were joined.
Beneath the flare skirt, the entrance to her secret cave was spread wide, with his glans already hooked inside...
Now, all Si-woo had to do was mercilessly ram his massive club into her vagina.
Just as he was about to put his strength into it and ravish her—
"Si... Si-woo...!"
Mom, who had been trembling in anticipation of being impaled, called out to him urgently in a shaky voice.
"What?"
Si-woo asked in a calm tone, as if trying to dampen his rising excitement for a moment.
"The... the kids..."
It seemed she was worried about Se-young and Su-a in the living room.
"Yeah..."
Si-woo replied, as if he already knew exactly what she was worried about.
"Please... be gentle... I'm begging you..."
Perhaps she didn't trust herself to endure his violent thrusting without moaning; she pleaded with him in a pathetic voice, as if she had completely discarded all her maternal authority.
In that instant, her voice sent a surge of sadistic instinct through Si-woo.
He flipped her flare skirt back up over her waist.
He immediately raised his hand and struck her broadly exposed buttocks.
Smack!
The wet, snapping sound echoed softly through the kitchen.
"Hngh...!"
Mom’s hips jerked upward with a flinch.
She squeezed her groin tight, struggling to turn the moan that escaped her into a heavy breath.
Si-woo glanced at Aunt Seon-ju, who was sitting at the table with a full view of both the kitchen and the living room.
Startled that the sound of the slap might have reached the living room, Aunt Seon-ju looked back toward where Se-hee Noona and the younger sisters were.
A look of relief crossed her face.
Seeing her expression, Si-woo realized the girls hadn't noticed what was happening in the kitchen yet.
Without a word, Si-woo slowly pushed his cock into her pussy hole.
With a squelching sound, his thick penis sank into her wet, inner flesh.
"Hauuuuu..."
Leaning over the sink with her buttocks thrust out, Mom let out a low, pained whimper.
When his penis was halfway in, he felt the tip of his glans hit the entrance of her womb.
Mom’s body went rigid and she curled inward, trembling, signaling to Si-woo that this was the limit of the depth she could endure.
Si-woo pulled his hips back to help her relax.
As he withdrew, her slick pussy flesh clung to his penis, being pulled along with it.
"Haaah..."
After just one stroke, Mom’s body went limp as if all her strength had vanished.
Her legs were shaking so violently it looked like she might collapse at any moment.
Si-woo lifted her grey flare skirt once more.
Then he raised his hand and struck her buttocks with all his might.
Smack!
"Haaahhh!"
The sound and her moan were even louder than before.
"Keep your balance! Seon-mi!"
Si-woo commanded her, using her name casually as he pleased.
At his command, strength returned to her legs.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
As she had requested, Si-woo began a light piston movement, moving his hips gently.