The Mother-Daughter Feast

Kneeling between the two of them, I rested one hand on Hye-yun's left cheek and the other on Jeong-mi's right.

The skin was soft under my palms.

Jeong-mi especially surprised me all over again. At forty-three, her ass was still soft and springy, nothing like her age. She must have kept up with her workouts. Those forty-inch hips, unlike her breasts, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠showed not the slightest sag—lifted high and full of life.

Slap. Slap.

Light open-handed spanks. The flesh jiggled with elastic bounce.

Mother and daughter both looked up at me and smiled.

“Both of you are soft.”

“Babe. You like it?”

The casual chatter from a moment ago was gone. Their eyes had completely changed. They knew sex was about to start, and both of them now wore the look of pure females in heat.

“Yeah. But have the two of you ever kissed?”

Both shook their heads.

Jeong-mi didn’t seem bothered in the least. If anything she liked the idea—slick arousal was already seeping out of her. I watched her trembling outer lips and let out a quiet snort of laughter.

“No… kissing. We did peck each other when I was little, but…”

Hye-yun’s hesitant expression. For a woman with no lesbian leanings, this could be pure torture.

But wasn’t the absolute peak of mother-daughter play the lesbian show between them?

Any resistance I might have felt toward watching girl-on-girl had vanished last year after the blockbuster Misaligned Love. The scorching performances by the top twenty-something actresses ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Go Hye-rim and Jeong Hyeon-jin—especially that climax scene where they confirmed their love and scissored—had burned itself into my brain.

Hye-yun and Jeong-mi scissoring? Just the thought made me throb hard.

I fixed my gaze on Hye-yun and silently mouthed the words without sound.

Rank 1 Wife. Manage. Trust me.

Her pupils trembled violently as she understood. A short silence. Then she nodded.

She moved toward Jeong-mi, who was already close. Jeong-mi tilted her face slightly downward, closed her eyes, and parted her lips.

Smack.

A soft, wet press of mouths. A light kiss.

Hye-yun flinched. Jeong-mi started dripping freely. Even hesitant Hye-yun seemed to catch fire in that instant; her own juices began to run.

Through my hands I felt both their bodies trembling as they kissed.

Damn… this.

My cock spoke for me—bobbing hard, thudding against my abdomen. The veins stood out sharper than they had in days; this was the strongest erection I’d had in a while.

Hye-yun’s eyes drifted shut the same way Jeong-mi’s had. They began nipping at each other’s upper and lower lips, and soon their tongues tangled visibly.

“Mmm… smooch…”

“Smooch…”

Hye-yun’s face was pure arousal. Jeong-mi’s was pure rapture. Not complete opposites, but clearly different.

They were kissing while still side-by-side in cat pose, the position awkward, yet both of them had already sunk into the kiss, tongues sliding together in a daze.

Soft asses. I spread my thumbs and stroked the cheeks, then slid both hands lower. My thumbs brushed their assholes, yet they stayed lost in the kiss. I decided against forcing them open with my thumbs and dropped my palms farther, driving index and middle fingers into both cunts at once.

“Smooch… haah, Master—”

“Smooch… hnn—”

“Keep going.”

Both jolted the moment my fingers sank in, but at my command they closed their eyes again and resumed kissing.

Big stimulation. I wanted to grab either one and shove myself in right then, but I had to wait for the kiss to finish.

For Hye-yun’s sake.

I was certain that only when she shed her resistance to women would she be able to properly manage my women. Hyeon-ju, Eun-hee, and now Jeong-mi all had lesbian leanings. If Hye-yun alone stayed awkward, she would end up on the outside of the group.

I finished the thought, pulled my hands free, climbed off the bed, dragged a chair from the table, and sat to watch them.

“Positions free. Do what you want.”

The words were barely out before Jeong-mi’s hands trembled as she cradled Hye-yun’s head. Slowly the two women shifted onto their knees, thighs spread wide, facing each other, each gripping the other’s hair while the kiss continued.

From the chair I could see only Hye-yun’s back and Jeong-mi’s closed eyes.

It’s actually working…

Smooch… wet sounds.

Jeong-mi’s eyes fluttered. Her face flushed red as her breathing quickened. When she tried to pull her head back a fraction, their lips finally parted.

Rough panting filled the air.

“Haa… haa…”

“Haa… haa…”

They stared at each other for a long moment.

Is this enough?

I shook my head. Hye-yun’s latent leanings would have to be awakened further during sex itself.

“Hye-yun, come here. Sit on the edge of the bed and lie flat.”

“Okay, babe.”

She turned, crawled on her knees, licked her lips once, then perched her ass on the edge and lay back. I stepped in and hooked her legs over my shoulders.

“Hye-yun. You okay?”

Her face was flushed scarlet. She nodded at my question.

I glanced at Jeong-mi; she was staring blankly in our direction.

“Jeong-mi. Your turn to get your cunt sucked.”

“Yes, Master.”

Color bloomed across her face. Smiling radiantly, she crawled forward on her knees and knelt above Hye-yun’s head, hesitating for a second.

“Hye-yun, from now on you have to manage my women. As Rank 1. If you can’t even handle your own mother, how are you going to handle the rest? Hyeon-ju and Eun-hee both have lesbian leanings—just like you, Jeong-mi.”

The words were for Hye-yun, but my eyes stayed on Jeong-mi.

At that, Jeong-mi spread her knees a little wider and crawled until Hye-yun’s head was between her thighs.

Hye-yun’s pupils shook. Then, as if deciding something, her arms wrapped around Jeong-mi’s thighs.

Jeong-mi slowly lowered herself until her cunt met Hye-yun’s mouth.

Wet sucking sounds.

“Haah… Madam… thank you…”

Hye-yun was finally licking a woman’s cunt—her own mother’s.

I gripped my cock, lined it up between Hye-yun’s cheeks, and pressed the head against her asshole, then began to push.

Strong resistance. I shifted my grip farther forward, holding just under the head, and forced it harder.

“Smooch—haaang!!”

At last the sphincter began to open. I felt the head stretch her open and start to enter.

Crushing pressure. Trusting only my vitality trait and pushing in with zero prep made her feel it intensely. The ring chewed on me, warm and tight inside. Then, in one moment, the head slipped past the sphincter completely.

“Haaang!!! Babe, so good!!! My ass is better!!”

“You okay? Want more?”

“Yes!!”

I sank deeper. Only the entrance gripped hard, but that grip was strong enough to satisfy. Past a slight catch, the head stretched her insides open as I drove all the way home.

“Haaaang!! Babe, it’s weird. I can’t tell if I’m shitting or if shit is going in… smooch—”

Her asshole kept trying to push the foreign object out.

“Haang, Madam… hup, smooch—”

Watching Jeong-mi moan while being eaten, I simply reached out, hooked her neck, and pulled her into a kiss—my cock buried in her daughter’s ass while I kissed the mother.

My cock throbbed even harder; I felt a thick spurt of pre-cum shoot out.

Smooch.

Jeong-mi’s arms wound around my neck. Soft lips. Our tongues tangled inside her mouth.

The room filled with wet kissing sounds—Hye-yun’s cunt-sucking and our kiss the only noises.

“Haa… Master. Thank you.”

A long string of saliva stretched between us as Jeong-mi, face flushed deep red, offered her gratitude.

“Good… Jeong-mi, do whatever you want while I take Hye-yun. Once I cum in her ass I’ll take yours right after.”

She nodded.

I realized covering two women at once was intense but made it hard to focus on either one—especially with a mother-daughter pair.

If I had two cocks, or a clone skill, I could line them up side by side…

I snorted at the ridiculous thought and tried to focus on Hye-yun.

Jeong-mi climbed off the bed and suddenly spread my ass cheeks.

“Hey!!! What the hell are you doing?”

The startled shout burst out of me. Hye-yun lifted her head and then burst into loud laughter, her eleven-pack abs standing out clearly.

“Hahahaha. Babe, you said do whatever she wants. Going back on your word? Jeong-mi, suck Master’s ass and balls—everything.”

“Smooch… yes.”

Her answer was full of laughter.

“Still… this is a bit…”

Cool air hit my hole, then something soft began circling and sucking around it.

“Smooch.”

It felt like my male dignity was evaporating. Being on the receiving end was strangely intense.

“Mm…”

Pride kept me from moaning, but it was every bit as stimulating as when she’d sucked my balls before.

“Babe, pick me up. If we keep fucking like this Jeong-mi can’t do her job… hnn—”

I grunted. I’d given permission, and Hye-yun was right—staying like this meant constantly bumping into Jeong-mi’s face. Jeong-mi seemed to take my silence as consent and licked even faster.

Smooch, smooch.

I had no choice. I slid Hye-yun’s legs off my shoulders one by one. Her soft thighs wrapped around my waist; her arms reached for me. When I lowered my head she locked them around my neck. I scooped under her ass and lifted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her.

“Having fun?”

I muttered it grumpily at the woman grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah. From your reaction, is it rimming? Is that the word? I think this is your first rimjob and I’m sad I couldn’t be the one. Want me to give you a prostate massage? I learned how.”

Hanging from my neck, Hye-yun rattled off terms I’d never heard.

Rimming I got from context—exactly what Jeong-mi was doing. Prostate massage? The words alone felt wrong.

“Nope. Don’t know what it is, but the term ‘prostate massage’ already pisses me off.”

“Tch. Babe, can I stick a finger in your ass too?”

“No. Jeong-mi, don’t even dream about it either.”

“…Yes.”

Jeong-mi’s disappointed voice sent a brief chill down my spine.

Crazy. How does anyone even think of putting a finger in a man’s ass?

Something in my head kept flashing warning lights, so I shut it down hard.

“Hye-yun. How do you even know this stuff?”

“I searched for what gives a man the most pleasure so I could make you happy.”

What kind of site did she find?

“Absolutely not. I’m dead serious.”

“…Okay. Just kidding.”

She studied my eyes for a second, then nodded with a sulky look.

“Hah… don’t even dream of it. Got it, Hye-yun?”

She gave me a sheepish smile and pouted. I snorted, brushed a light kiss on her lips, and she tightened her arms and legs.

“Babe, I’m staying in this position until you cum.”

“Fine.”

Then Hye-yun started rolling her hips, grinding her cunt against my stomach like she was wiping it front to back.

“Haah… babe, I think my ass is an erogenous zone too. Aaah!”

Already? How long since I’d set the sensitivity? Was she born with an anal weak spot?

And what happens if you reinforce an already sensitive zone even further?

No idea. Normally Jini would pop up with an answer, but her silence meant nothing was wrong.

I felt the pressure of Hye-yun’s ass around my cock and the wet drag of Jeong-mi’s tongue on my hole. Then something cupped my balls and began gently kneading.

Fierce pleasure. Cock, balls, and ass all under attack at once—the sensation slammed into my skull.

Smooch, smooch.

Looking down, I saw Jeong-mi’s hands each cradling one of my heavy balls, slowly massaging them.

Wet squelching.

“Haang, haang. Your cock really is the best. Aaaah!”

Smooch, smooch.

“Hnn…”

She seemed used to anal now; Hye-yun boldly rose up and then dropped hard.

“Haaaang!!!”

A massive cry. Her eyes rolled back, head thrown, arms going limp—I shifted my grip from her ass to her waist to hold her.

Her asshole clamped down like a fist and her whole body shook. Just one full drop after pulling almost free and she was already climaxing.

Hmm. Makes sense. After all that kissing with Jeong-mi the stimulation was huge.

Then a strange sensation hit.

“Ugh… Jeong-mi!! You… haa. Fine.”

“Smooch—heh.”

Something pointed stabbed at my hole; I thought it was a finger until I felt both her hands still on my balls. Tongue. She’d curled her tongue and was trying to push it in.

Weird pleasure rose so strongly I couldn’t even scold her. She kept thrusting; I clenched and felt her tongue slip off the center again and again.

I was about to say something when Hye-yun’s voice cut through, scattering my focus.

“Haang, babe, aren’t you cumming?”

The orgasm that had been hovering just out of reach was starting to feel urgent.

“Want me to?”

She nodded. I locked my grip ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on her waist.

“Jeong-mi, stop. Wait on the bed.”

“Smooch… yes.”

Finally my ass closed. Once I confirmed she’d climbed onto the bed I pulled out and slammed back up.

“Haaaaang!!!”

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud.

The stimulation was too much; she clung tightly to me and held on.

The climax surged.

“Cumming…”

“Yes… babe. Aaaah!!”

Spurt after spurt. The orgasm stretched long, and her weak ass sent her straight into another peak.

Why is her ass this weak?

Ah… so it wasn’t an erogenous zone after all.