Chapter 444 (Mom, Se-young) (Living Room Entrance)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 444 (Mom, Se-young) (Living Room Entrance)
Se-young was currently rubbing her face against her, feeling the sensation of Mom’s large breasts beneath her cardigan.
Mom’s soft, squishy breasts, unshielded by a bra, were being pressed and molded into various shapes by Se-young’s head through the fabric of the cardigan.
As if on purpose, Se-young continued to hug Mom and grope her buttocks, rubbing her body against her while feigning innocence.
"Oh... is that so...? While I was out grocery shopping... you... you prepared dinner? Good job, Se-young... Uh... Mom... had some business with Si-woo... so we took a long detour and ended up late..."
Mom answered with a stutter, sounding startled by Se-young’s provocative embrace, which could have been seen as mere spoiled behavior.
Around both Mom’s and Se-young’s necks hung dog collars—the Slave’s Mark.
The red leather dog collar on Mom and the orange dog collar Se-young wore.
Both Mom and Se-young knew exactly what those collars signified.
Even though they both clearly understood each other's secrets and the situation they were in, they were acting as if they didn't know, following Si-woo’s orders.
Watching the two of them perform this game of deceit, Si-woo’s cock grew rock-hard, pulsing with tension as if it might burst.
Mom’s buttocks, where Se-young’s hand was placed, came into Si-woo’s line of sight.
A small, delicate hand rested atop Mom’s cardigan-covered rear.
Se-young stroked the wide curve of Mom’s pelvis as if she were petting a puppy’s belly.
Though there was no longer any need for such caution within the house, Si-woo watched the scene with a strange sense of nervousness.
Through the silhouette of the cardigan draped over the bare skin of her thighs, he could tell that Mom’s pelvis and gluteal muscles were incredibly tense.
Si-woo carefully scanned the living room, where the TV was on, and the kitchen, from which the delicious aroma of cooking wafted.
In the living room, a weekend evening variety show was playing on the TV, abandoned and ignored, emitting flickering colors and noise.
The kitchen, where Se-young had been moments ago, was filled with an appetizing scent, but Se-hee Noona was nowhere to be seen.
After confirming Se-hee Noona wasn't there, Si-woo felt a strange sense of relief, and his gaze returned to Se-young’s hand stroking Mom’s buttocks.
Si-woo hesitated for a moment before making up his mind and approaching Se-young and Mom, who were locked in their passionate embrace.
Standing behind Mom, Si-woo reached out toward her buttocks.
He aimed for the side not already covered by Se-young’s hand.
"Where did Se-hee go? Her shoes are here... Is she up in her room?"
Si-woo placed his palm over Mom’s buttock, speaking as if to announce his participation in the mother and daughter's game of deceit.
Mom’s shoulders flinched, reacting to the sensation of Si-woo’s palm.
"Yeah~ Se-hee Unnie is upstairs on the second floor right now!"
Se-young answered, turning her head to the side to rub her cheek and hair against Mom’s breasts.
"When did Noona’s friends leave? Se-young, nothing happened while I was gone, right?"
Though he had given Se-hee Noona instructions, Si-woo asked Se-young as if to double-check, worried that something might have happened with Se-hee Noona’s friends while he was out.
"Yeah~ After you left, Oppa, Se-hee Unnie and her friends went up to the second floor to play. They came back down after a long time, but nothing much happened~ Hehe~"
Se-young continued to rub her face against Mom’s breasts as she answered.
Se-young spoke casually about Se-hee Noona and her friends being on the second floor after he had left.
Si-woo had filmed and sent a video to Se-hee Noona and the rest of the family regarding the rules for going up to the second floor.
It was an obscene video of Mom mentioning the instruction that they weren't to wear a single stitch of clothing when going upstairs.
And specifically for Se-hee Noona, he had even given her a direct command...
Did Se-hee Noona actually go up to the second floor with her friends while wearing clothes?
Had Se-young seen Shin-bi Noona and So-ra Noona passed out in the master bedroom and Se-jin Noona’s room, respectively?
Hearing Se-young’s words, Si-woo momentarily pictured Se-hee Noona and her friends tangled together naked on the bed upstairs.
Then, he imagined Se-young in the middle of them, having her pussy and breasts licked.
Since it was no longer just a fantasy but a very realistic possibility, Si-woo’s excitement surged even higher.
Whether they went up clothed or not, Si-woo began to imagine the various plays he would enjoy with Se-hee Noona in the future.
His already rock-hard, massive penis swelled as if it were reaching its limit.
Si-woo slid his hand down from Mom’s buttocks.
Beneath Mom’s cardigan, his hand brushed against the bare skin of her thighs.
As Si-woo’s hand touched the back of her bare thigh, Mom flinched again, her body reacting to his touch.
Si-woo slid his hand back up along the skin of her thigh and onto her buttocks.
Since Mom was trying to push Se-young away and sticking her rear out, Si-woo’s hand easily slipped under the loose hem of her cardigan.
Si-woo felt the soft skin of Mom’s buttocks directly against his bare hand.
Her thick, well-shaped, and ample buttocks filled his palm.
Because they were swollen from being tempered by Si-woo’s spankings multiple times, her flesh felt even thicker than usual.
Si-woo firmly squeezed the flesh of Mom’s buttocks.
"Hah..."
Mom couldn't even let out a proper breath, her body jolting as if she had received an electric shock.
Straightening her back, Mom pulled her pelvis forward, which she had been sticking out.
Mom’s body was pressed even tighter against Se-young’s.
Embraced by her daughter, Mom found both sides of her buttocks occupied by her son and daughter.
Mom breathed heavily, looking as if she didn't know what to do.
Noticing Mom’s sudden jolt, Se-young seemed to realize something had changed.
She pulled her head back slightly from Mom’s breasts and tried to look at Si-woo over Mom’s arm and shoulder.
As Se-young suddenly looked toward him, Si-woo felt a jolt of electricity run down the back of his neck, like someone caught doing something wrong.
Mom hurriedly pulled Se-young’s head back toward her breasts, blocking her vision.
"Se... Se-young, look! I smell so much right now! See? Mom is all sweaty and needs to go wash up..."
Mom spoke while cradling Se-young’s head, preventing her from looking at Si-woo.
She acted as if she were letting Se-young smell her body odor...
A faint scent of lustful fluids, mixed with the smell of Si-woo’s semen, seemed to waft from Mom’s body.
Even though Si-woo and Se-young both knew the secret, did she still want to prevent such acts from being openly revealed on the surface?
Si-woo found Mom incredibly cute and lovely.
At the same time, a sadistic urge and desire welled up even more in his chest.
Si-woo lifted the hand that was gripping Mom’s buttock and hitched her cardigan up.
As the fabric was lifted, one side of Mom’s buttocks was exposed.
The front hem of the cardigan Mom had been holding closed parted slightly like a fissure.
"I... I’ll let you do this plenty later, okay? This... this is enough, isn't it? M-Mom is so exhausted, so spare me! Please..."
Mom pleaded desperately, pulling Se-young’s head into her breasts as if to bury her there.
Si-woo knew that her desperate plea wasn't directed at Se-young, but at him.
The first safe word to ever come out of Mom’s mouth...
A sensation so sharp it made the hair on his back and neck stand up swept through Si-woo’s body.
Was it the satisfaction of having mentally broken Mom through Se-young?
Si-woo immediately pulled the hem of the cardigan back down.
He covered Mom’s buttocks properly with the cardigan and took his hand off her body.
As Si-woo’s hand pulled away, the tension left Mom’s body, and she went limp.
Her shoulders and arms, which had been hunched up, relaxed and lowered softly.
Just as she was letting her guard down, thinking the moment of crisis had passed—
Si-woo placed his palm over Se-young’s small hand, which was still resting on Mom’s buttock.
Slap!
Si-woo’s palm covered Se-young’s small hand, his fingertips lightly striking Mom’s butt in the process.
Mom jolted in surprise, her eyes widening as she froze, staring blankly into the space in front of her.