Mother-Son Incest Plan (2)
Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening comes from outside.
My cock is standing straight up.
Hayeong’s eyes drop straight to the space between her son’s legs.
Both of us freeze right where we stand.
Someone steps in through the front door.
It’s Dain.
Nobody opens their mouth. We’re all standing there like a bunch of mutes who just swallowed honey.
Only the awkward air keeps swirling around us.
Fuck, the timing is absolute shit.
My cock shows zero sign of going down.
I look at Mom.
She’s turned her head a little to the side, completely lost on what to do.
“Weren’t you about to head to work?”
“Y-yeah… I left some side dishes, so eat dinner together… Mom’s heading out now.”
“Okay. Don’t stay out too late.”
Hayeong bolts out of there in a panic.
She jams her heels on so fast she nearly twists her ankle.
The front door shuts.
I look at Dain.
Her face is twisted into a full scowl.
“Why are you just standing there like an idiot?”
“We need to talk, Oppa.”
“Whoa, voice is already in the basement, huh?”
Did she get the wrong idea?
That fucking bitch saw me standing there with Mom.
The front of my pants is still bulging out hard.
Haa… fuck. I ended up showing her after all.
Her own brother’s cock standing at full attention.
I glance down at the tent in my pants.
The shape of the head is crystal clear.
I run my eyes over Dain’s insanely fuckable ass as I step into the living room.
The fucking bitch drops onto the sofa.
I’m about to sit across from her when she points somewhere with the tip of her finger.
“Sit over there.”
“Why?”
“Just listen to me, Oppa! What the hell is wrong with you? You’re doing this at home too?”
Dain is staring right between my legs.
She’s already seen the raw thing, so there’s zero hesitation left.
Perfect attitude.
Yeah, staring at your own brother’s cock isn’t weird at all.
She already shook that throbbing dick like crazy, didn’t she?
Blood rushes hard into my cock.
It’s trying to punch straight through the fabric.
I sit where my little sister pointed.
We light cigarettes together.
“Did you tell Mom?”
“No.”
“She looked completely freaked out.”
“Hmm… did she? I just got home, so I don’t really know.”
“Fuck… then why is that thing like that?”
“Beats me…”
“Are you gonna answer me straight or not?”
“It’s a physiological reaction… Mom’s face and body are fucking killer, you know.”
“Oppa!! What the hell are you even saying right now?”
“What? This cock gets hard in front of my little sister too… is there some law that says it can’t get hard looking at Mom?”
“You’re… you’re actually a complete psycho, aren’t you?”
“Heh heh… took you this long to figure that out… truth is, I jerk off thinking about Mom pretty often.”
“What?”
“Imagining’s fine, right? It’s not like I actually feel that way.”
“Crazy… Oppa, you need to go to a mental hospital.”
“And which little sister was it that shook that crazy Oppa’s cock again?”
“……”
“This kind of word fight is pointless, Dain… you need to understand your position here… yeah?”
“Fuck… I was worried you’d tell the family… and the customers keep saying shit too!”
“Hmm… that’s all? You’re this worked up just because you drained your Oppa’s load?”
“Hnnk… fuck, this is so annoying!!”
My little sister drops her head and starts bawling fat, chicken-shit tears.
I want to pat her shoulder, but I already know she’d just slap my hand away.
I just keep smoking hard.
“Haa… Dain, no matter how much of a piece-of-shit Oppa I am, I’m not gonna ruin your future… you don’t have to worry.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!! You said you’d come back again… hnnk… why do you keep making things so hard for me…”
“Anyone listening would think I forced myself on you… huh? I already told you earlier… did I hold a knife to your throat? Did I threaten you into working there?”
“Mom’s been living so hard… I just wanted to help her… why the hell did you have to show up there… hnnk…”
“There’s a million other jobs besides massage parlors… you chose it yourself, so why the fuck are you taking it out on me?”
“You piece of shit…”
“Keep hitting me with those facts… yeah? I already know I’m a piece of shit even without you saying it, so cut it out.”
“Fuck…! Fuck…! Fuuuuck!!”
“Has your personality always been this fucking unhinged? You basically live with the word ‘fuck’ hanging off your mouth… reminds me of Noona.”
“Shut your fucking mouth, you piece of shit!!”
“Whatever, talking more is just going in circles… I’m coming for service tomorrow, so practice shaking that cock for me.”
“Aaaah!!”
Dain suddenly lets out a scream.
Her stress has hit the absolute limit.
She starts clawing at her own hair.
I just leave her alone.
Time is the only medicine.
I stand up abruptly.
“Just ignore it and work like usual… keep this up and you’ll die of rage… and since the topic came up, I might as well watch some incest porn.”
“You crazy bastard…”
“What should I drain it to… the one with Mom? Or the little sister?”
“You son of a bitch, don’t you dare say that!!”
“Decided. The one that made my cock stand up was Mom, so I’m watching mother-son incest porn… later!”
“You fucking bastard!!”
Dain snatches the pillow from the corner of the sofa and hurls it at me.
I dodge it easily.
My cute little sister’s face crumples completely.
She’s so pissed her head is about to explode.
I grab the bulging part of my pants.
I point at my little sister’s hand and shake my cock at her.
I thrust my crotch out.
“Hey, Mom’s body is fucking insane, right? How does it look to another girl? That plump ass looked like it’d taste fucking amazing.”
“Hnnk… Oppa, why are you really like this… uwaaang…!”
Dain collapses onto the floor.
She bursts into full tears.
Did I go a little too far?
I accidentally came out to my little sister without meaning to.
I take my hand off my cock.
“Dain, I was just messing with you… okay? Stop crying.”
“Sniff… sniff… hnnk…”
“I said it was a joke… why do you always take everything so seriously?”
“You meant every word, you fucking bastard.”
My little sister’s eyes go wide.
I’m left speechless.
She just hit me with pure facts.
“What kind of guy looks at his own mom like that? Are you even human? Hnnk…”
“Haa… you’re really determined to turn me into complete human garbage… yeah? Let’s just stop.”
“Oppa…”
“Yeah, talk.”
My little sister wipes her tears.
My cock finally goes soft.
Normal reaction.
I’m not so far gone that I’d keep a full erection in a situation this heavy.
That might change completely once I’ve fucked my own mother’s pussy, though.
I still haven’t touched any of them—my real mom, my real older sister, or my real little sister.
“If it’s hard… I’ll do it for you… just don’t mess with Mom… okay? Please…”
“This bitch… I already told you it’s not like that.”
“You son of a bitch, look me in the eyes and say it.”
“Yeah, I’m looking… right now.”
Without meaning to, my eyes drop.
The lie didn’t land.
Ah fuck, I just got my cock owned by my little sister.
“Promise me you won’t mess with Mom.”
“Depends on how you do.”
“Haa… you piece of shit…”
“If you’re giving something, something’s gotta come back… yeah?”
“You want me to do it?”
“No. We don’t know when Noona’s coming home… gotta be careful in the house.”
“Hilarious. This from the guy who got hard looking at Mom.”
“Heh heh… we already talked about me coming to see the room tomorrow… strip and give me the service.”
“Are you insane? Absolutely not!”
“Then just stay out of my business… whether I touch Mom or not.”
“Are you really going to do this, Oppa? Do you want to watch me die?”
“Who the fuck pushed you to die? Just give me a hot service and we’re good… I already said I won’t touch Mom.”
The conversation cuts off.
Dain’s eyes roll around left and right.
She’s thinking it over.
Crazy bitch. Even now she’s weighing whether to grant her Oppa’s request or not.
I might actually be able to push this all the way.
This is my chance.
“Stripping… I can’t do that.”
“Then at least let me touch you.”
“That’s even more of a no. It’s fucking disgusting! Fuck!”
“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?”
“I already said I’d do it! I said you can come find me… isn’t that enough for you?”
“Yeah, not even close.”
“Why the hell are you doing this!”
“Fuck, saying the same shit over and over… yeah? Enough. Either let me touch you or strip. Pick one.”
“You’re really going to keep this up to the end?”
“Yeah, I’m not backing down… if it pisses you off that much, you don’t have to do it.”
“You’re going to touch Mom, aren’t you?”
“Who knows.”
“Answer me straight, you fucking bastard!”
“Yeah. If you don’t listen to me, I will.”
“Fucking bastard… piece of shit… crazy bastard…”
“Haa… this is so fucking hot. Never thought I’d be talking about fucking Mom right in front of my little sister…”
“You’re a psycho, Oppa, you know that?”
“Yeah, I’m crazy… you saw it too, right? Me getting a full hard-on looking at the mom who gave birth to me.”
“Haa…”
“So what’s it gonna be?”
“Touching is absolutely not happening.”
“Heh heh… so you’ll strip and do it?”
Dain’s head dips in a tiny nod.
She agreed.
She’s going to drain her own brother’s load completely naked.
Power surges into my cock.
A clear wet stain is already showing where the head is outlined.
“Great. I’m coming tomorrow, so keep that promise.”
“You keep yours too, you fucking bastard.”
“Heh heh… the swearing makes you even sexier… yeah? Tomorrow I get to see you completely naked.”
“Get lost, you dog-fucking bastard!”
She bolts into her room.
Unexpected results.
Haa… going full psycho actually works pretty well.
I strip everything off and fling the clothes wherever.
My little sister’s still in the living room, but I couldn’t care less.
I sit in the chair, put on some incest porn, and start jerking off like crazy.
Hayeong steps into the waiting room.
Minjeong is sitting in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup.
She’s humming to herself.
Last night, Minjeong had called her.
She’d been getting fucked, screaming the whole time.
She made sure Hayeong heard every second of it.
Hayeong’s throat bobs as she swallows.
Sensing the stare, Minjeong whips her head around.
“Oh my… when did you get here?”
“Just now.”
“So cold… something put you in a bad mood?”
“Why did you call me?”
“Hehe… are you sulking because of that? Sit down.”
“You crazy bitch…”
Hayeong sits next to Minjeong.
They light cigarettes together.
Minjeong’s face looks ridiculously bright.
Hayeong feels jealous.
It’s not just about the money.
“Why are you staring like that? Is there something weird on my face?”
“You called me on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. So you’d hear.”
“What?”
“You’ve been starving for a long time too, right? Want me to tell you more?”
Hayeong remembers the things Minjeong had said.
Mixed with every curse word imaginable, she’d been screaming for that cock to take her.
Hayeong’s face burns hot.
She should be apologizing, yet Minjeong is sitting there with her chin held high.
Hayeong can’t find the next words.
“We’re both women, so what’s the big deal? It’s not like I don’t know how you feel.”
“That customer probably heard everything too…”
“Yeah, he heard… I put it on speaker.”
“Is that fun for you?”
“Yeah, super fun… how about you?”
“There’s nothing to ‘how about’… it was just embarrassing…”
“Still playing coy, I see.”
“……”
“You’ve done more than enough… your husband’s been dead forever and the kids are all grown.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“That it’s time you started living for yourself… how long are you going to keep holding back everything you want just because of your family?”
“It’s not like that…”
“I know everything, you fucking bitch… you think I can’t see right through you? The second the leash comes off you’ll go even harder than me…”
“Minjeong, stop.”
“Yeah, I got carried away and said too much… sorry for the swearing.”
“Between us, what’s there to—”
“Hehe…”
The atmosphere softens right away.
Two women who’ve worked the same place for years and built real friendship.
They’ve been through every kind of hell together.
Hayeong understands how Minjeong feels too.
That girl divorced her husband ten years ago.
Raising her only son alone had been brutal.
When you look at it, they have a lot in common.
Minjeong pulls a check out of her wallet.
Hayeong’s eyes go round.
It’s a million-won bill.
“What’s this, a tip?”
“Yeah. That customer gave it to me… said I worked hard.”
“Must be nice having money left over…”
“Didn’t I tell you? Every time I go for a Second Round he stuffs a million won right here…”
Minjeong pushes her chest out.
She doesn’t look embarrassed in the slightest.
A million won every single time?
Every time?
Just how much money does that guy have?
“I’m thinking about it again… his cock was so thick and hard.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“You sulking?”
“No… it just makes me start imagining things… I’d rather you stopped.”
“Hehe… when you say it like that it just makes me want to talk more… I wore a blindfold while we did it… the feeling was totally different.”
“A blindfold?”
“Yeah. When you can’t see, it feels like some stranger is just taking you.”
Before she knows it, Hayeong is hanging on every word Minjeong says.
She swallows hard.
Something sharp and electric digs between her legs.
She presses her thighs together.
Her throat is dry.
The thirst only keeps getting worse.
She pictures Minjeong’s blindfolded pussy getting stuffed full of cock.