While My Friend Is Home, With His Mom in the Master Bedroom (2)
I drove my cock even harder into her pussy. The wet, percussive slap-slap of flesh seemed to slip right past the master bedroom door and carry all the way into the living room.
I looked down at her and shouted again.
“Harder!”
“Jae… Jaehun. Nngh. I’m fucking your friend right now. Your friend’s cock is stuffed all the way inside my pussy, thrashing around in my body… ahh— just pounding me senseless.”
I lifted her hips high and slammed down with everything I had.
“Haaah— nngh!”
Our eyes had rolled back; we were spitting out whatever filthy words came to mind. The soft whispers from moments earlier were gone. Now only raw, screaming moans filled the room, loud enough that neither of us cared who might hear them outside.
“Say something even dirtier. Come on.”
The vulgar talk only wound her tighter. She bucked her hips, slamming her ass up against me hard enough to bruise.
“Hnnn… Right in front of Jaehun, I’m going to strip naked and suck Minwoo’s cock. When he fills my mouth with cum I’ll swallow every drop. Hnn— hnn—”
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
I pistoned my hips like I meant to break them. By now I truly didn’t care if Jaehun opened the door.
“Call me ‘honey.’ This is your master bedroom, after all.”
“Honey… I love you… Your cock feels so good. Fill me up with cum. Please.”
“Want me to come right now?”
“No— no— Honey, fuck me harder first. Later… later… come inside me… fill me completely… ahh—”
Her face had already lost all reason; tears streaked down her cheeks and her mouth hung open. I shoved my tongue deep into that open mouth while one hand mauled her breast, kneading it roughly.
Suck. Slurp. Suck.
We fucked as if we were the only two people in the house, utterly indifferent to whatever waited beyond the door. We moaned loudly, cried out, made no attempt to hold back.
My cock was nearing the edge; it twitched and began to leak precum in little spurts. Her pussy clenched around me in greedy pulses, and our hips crashed together in a frantic contest of who could fuck harder.
Slap-slap-slap!
“N-now… come… honey…”
“I— I’m coming—”
“Haaaaah— nngh!”
I slammed down even harder, pumping like a piston, and the moment I bottomed out I clenched every muscle and unloaded.
Spurt. Spurt-spurt. Spurt.
Even while I was coming I kept grinding my hips down, trying to force every drop deeper. Her whole body shuddered without end as my cum flooded her deepest places; her pussy fluttered and squeezed, milked me, then loosened, then squeezed again.
Outside, the noisy game soundtrack still blared on.
“Haa… haa… Honey… that felt so good.”
“I filled you up completely.”
“It’s so warm… so full…”
“Honey. I love you.”
She wrapped her arms around me as I lay collapsed on top of her. We closed our eyes and simply felt each other’s heat.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Our breathing finally slowed. She seemed to come back to herself; she bit her lower lip and hugged me tighter, suddenly shy.
“I must be out of my mind. I didn’t even lock the door…”
“Auntie, I think we both got a little too carried away.”
“Earlier…”
She hesitated.
“Earlier… I said so many weird things. I really must be crazy.”
“No. We both just got too excited because Jaehun was right outside.”
“We didn’t get caught, did we? It felt like we were so loud.”
“Can you hear anything from the living room right now?”
Nothing but the racket of gunfire and machine-gun effects poured in from the living room.
“Guess we didn’t get caught.”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, Auntie.”
“Mm…”
Reassured, she kissed me while I was still buried inside her. Soft kisses followed, and my cock slowly, naturally slipped free of her pussy. Thick fluid immediately began to trickle from her open sex.
Auntie slid down the bed, took my cock into her mouth, and carefully licked every trace of her own juices from the shaft until it was clean.
Sluuurp.
Once she was satisfied it was spotless, she curled up like a shrimp, pillowed her head on my stomach, and lay on her side. She stared at my still half-hard cock for a long time before speaking.
“This thing is driving me insane.”
She gave it a light squeeze and began to stroke.
“Aren’t you being a little too greedy, Auntie?”
“I don’t know. I was never like this before, but lately I feel like a total slut. Even while I’m working I keep thinking about it. Doing housework, suddenly I’m turned on… all I can think about are dirty things…”
“I’ll take care of you every day.”
“Hnn. That’s embarrassing.”
She hugged my stomach tightly. The usually sultry, seductive woman looked almost childlike and adorable in moments like this. If you ignored the fact that she was in her early forties and just looked at her face, she could pass for a polished young woman without a single wrinkle. The way her eyes curved when she smiled, her straight nose, the faintly sexy set of her lips—I kept finding myself stealing glances at her.
“Minwoo, are you going home now?”
“I should get up soon.”
“Hiiing…”
She pouted cutely, as if begging me not to leave.
In the taxi home I closed my tired eyes for a moment. My daily life had changed so much lately. There used to be the occasional night with a girlfriend; now I was sleeping with every woman around me. And not pure girlfriend sex, either—my friend’s girlfriend, my friend’s mother. The frequency kept climbing. Last week I’d been with Juhyun multiple times; this week I’d been sneaking sessions with Auntie whenever I could. Today especially, with Jaehun in the same house, we’d gone full degenerate in the master bedroom.
Is this really okay…?
Military service was coming soon, and I still had to prepare for job hunting. My grades had already tanked—would I even graduate at this rate? The thought made my chest tighten. A wave of guilt toward my parents back in the countryside brought a few tears to my eyes.
I got out near my place, bought a few cans of beer at the convenience store with Auntie’s card, and went up to my studio. The dark room felt empty when I flipped the light on. I tossed the bag of beer onto the bed and picked up my phone.
“Hey, Hyeonsu, come out. Drinks are on me.”
The guy would wake from a dead sleep for free alcohol. His parents were both overseas, he’d told me. Same company, currently on a two-year overseas posting. Right now it was just Hyeonsu and his one-year-younger sister Hyeona living alone in the big house. Their parents had sat them down and said, You’re both grown now. We want to live freely overseas for a few years—not forever, just a while. Then they’d left. I figured it made sense: raise the kids, then go abroad together and feel that early-dating excitement again.
“Yo. Drinks? Where we going?”
“That hop house we always hit near campus.”
“Okay, heading out now.”
Hyeonsu never turned down a drinking session. And when the bill came he always paid with the card his parents had given him. The charges would ping their phones as text messages—a little “Look how well I’m living” protest, I guessed.
A little later we met at the hop house. We ordered fried sausages, some fancy-looking fruit snacks, and two 500 cc beers.
“Dude, what’s with the sudden drinks?”
Hyeonsu opened.
“Just… the apartment felt empty. Felt like drinking.”
“Good call. Let’s get wrecked and pass out.”
“What about class tomorrow?”
“Dunno. Tomorrow’s problem.”
Food arrived and we knocked back beers while trading pointless talk.
“Ahh.”
The tight knot in my chest finally loosened.
“Been a while since it was just the two of us.”
“Right? We live close—let’s do this more.”
We clinked glasses without pause.
“Hey, how’s Hyeona doing?”
I asked after his little sister.
“Hyeona? Fine. Lately she’s been taking some class and her clothes keep getting skankier.”
“She’s at that age where girls care about fashion. Don’t make a big deal.”
“No, the little brat’s walking around in crop tops that show her whole navel and leggings that leave nothing to the imagination. I’ve told her a hundred times and she still won’t listen.”
He gulped beer like he was pissed just talking about it. I’d met Hyeona a few times—one year younger, tomboy energy, always bouncing around with a bright smile that could pass for an idol’s. I’d been over to their place a handful of times but only actually seen her twice.
“Cut her some slack. Girls get prettier the more they dress up. Not that Hyeona isn’t already pretty.”
“What? You interested in my sister?”
“Interested, my ass. Just saying. Come on, drink.”
We kept pouring beer down our throats. Later we left the hop house for a second round of soju. By the time our heads were spinning we staggered out of the third place. Somehow we’d ended up near Hyeonsu’s house.
“Yo! Come crash at my place. Stay over.”
“Hell yeah—let’s go.”
Blinding sunlight through the window made me cover my face as I sat up. My head felt ready to split open; even with my eyes open the room kept spinning.
Fuck. We really went hard last night. I remember making it to Hyeonsu’s place, at least.
I forced myself upright and shuffled out to the living room looking for water.
“Hnnn… hnn… deeper… Oppa…”
A woman’s moans drifted from one of the smaller rooms.
What the hell?
I silenced my footsteps and crept closer. Wet, slapping sounds of bodies colliding, rough breathing, and a woman’s high, broken cries leaked through the half-open door. I edged nearer and peeked through the crack.
What I saw stopped my breath cold.
“Haaang— haang—”
Hyeona was on all fours, ass raised high, while Hyeonsu knelt behind her, hips snapping forward in hard, relentless strokes. Every time he gripped her ass and buried himself to the hilt, her full breasts swayed like waves. Whenever he bottomed out especially deep she threw her head back, gasping and crying out, one hand furiously rubbing her own clit.
“Hhk… Oppa, you’re so rough today… nngh—”
Afraid the sound would carry, Hyeonsu clamped a hand over her mouth, but the moans still slipped out around his fingers. He never stopped thrusting.
Fucking his own little sister? Has Hyeonsu lost his mind? How long has this been going on?
My already pounding hangover headache spun even worse.
“Hnnn— Oppa, your cock tastes so good… ahh—”
Hyeona’s cries grew sharper, more desperate. It was a scene straight out of porn, playing out right in front of me. I couldn’t look away. Hyeonsu held her ass—already red with handprints—and kept pounding while he draped himself over her back and mauled her breasts.
They were blood siblings. How?
Most siblings either fight or barely notice each other. The pair in front of me were way past “close.”
Hyeona, still moaning hotly, seemed to sense someone watching and glanced toward the door. Our eyes met.
“O… Oppa… wait— kyah!”
Her scream snapped me out of my daze. I stammered something and bolted back into the room I’d woken up in.
“Uh… uh… s-sorry… keep going… I didn’t see anything—”
Thud.
“Keep going”? What the fuck am I even saying?
I’d seen something I absolutely should never have seen. Their private, secret sex had been witnessed by a third party—me.
Shit, why did I even come to Hyeonsu’s place…
While I was still berating myself, someone knocked on the door.
Knock-knock-knock.
“Minwoo…”