Mother-Son Incest Plan (3)
My breathing grew steadily more ragged.
Minjeong kept running her mouth, miming the act of sucking cock as she talked. My body and mind were completely at war. Every part of me wanted to shut her up — but the sharp, electric tingle working its way between my legs sealed my mouth shut.
"I've got photos. Wanna see?"
"You… you actually do that kind of thing?"
"Yeah. That customer's got a pretty unique taste… He jerks off watching other people fuck. Takes pictures, too."
"Are you insane? What if you get caught…?"
Minjeong shoved her phone in my face.
A cock thick with bulging veins stood rigid toward the ceiling. I swallowed hard without meaning to. My heart hammered against my ribs. I had never seen a dick that big in my life. It was far larger than my dead husband's.
"Oh my god… look at you. Your eyes are about to pop out of your head."
"What? N-no, they're not!"
I took a step back, startled. My face burned. I'd just given myself away completely.
"Hey, it's fine to look… I was only joking."
"Hah… hah…"
"His cock is fucking huge, right? Even I had never taken one that big before."
"Is that the guy you met yesterday?"
"Yeah. And his body — god. Shoulders this broad… I seriously thought my pussy was going to split open."
"Hey, don't say shit like that."
"Hehe… so what? It's just us talking… Here, look at this one too."
Minjeong pulled up another photo. Her legs were spread wide open. Something thick and rock-hard was buried halfway between her thighs. I bit my lip. It looked like a weapon. A cock. It had speared straight through Minjeong's pussy without mercy. The crazy bitch had actually photographed herself getting fucked and was showing it off.
"Are you… okay down there…?"
"Hmm? Where do you mean? My pussy?"
"Y-yeah…"
"I already told you it almost split open… And the way he moves — my pussy's still burning."
"Does that thing… go all the way in…?"
"Curious? Then try taking it yourself."
"N-no way!"
"Hehe… I can tell you're turned on… Your whole face is bright red."
I shot a glance at the mirror. Even my ears were flushed crimson. I couldn't steady my breathing. It only grew faster.
"Hah… hah…"
"Pretty impressive, right? If you'd come out for a Second Round yesterday, you would've been his partner."
"You're insane… I couldn't take something that big… That's a fucking weapon…"
"Yeah. And it was so hot inside me I blacked out on the spot."
"That good?"
"Have you ever heard me bullshit? You heard it yourself… the sound of us fucking."
I remembered Minjeong's voice from the night before — those raw, animal moans. She'd sounded like a beast in heat. The dull, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh had carried clear through the phone, wet and relentless.
"Honestly… I sucked this cock dry before I even came into work today."
"What…?"
"He asked for my number and I almost didn't give it to him… but he kept sweet-talking me, saying he was completely into me…"
"……"
"That photo I showed you? We fucked in a regular's back seat. That's where I took it."
"Hah… hah…"
"I talked about you, too."
"About what…?"
"He said he came to the karaoke bar with that customer, caught a glimpse of you from behind as you walked by, and fell for you on the spot."
"I don't… I've never heard any of this."
"Yeah, that's what he told me… Said he wanted to hold you just once…"
"Really…?"
"If you're interested, want me to set something up? Seemed like he still hasn't gotten over you…"
Minjeong licked her lips, staring straight through me. The corner of her mouth curled up. I had absolutely no idea that the man she was talking about was her own son.
"I don't need it. I've held out this long…"
"Hehe… I figured you'd say that… But just in case… if you ever really can't take it anymore, tell me anytime, Hayeong…"
"Minjeong…"
"Customer's coming soon… the regular from yesterday."
"Again?"
"Yeah. Says he's coming alone tonight."
"Lucky you… having a rich regular come looking for you."
"He's interested in you too, you know… You should've played along."
"You already know… I don't do Second Rounds…"
"Fine. No point talking about it anymore… Let's just finish these cigarettes."
The two of us shared a quiet smoke. My eyes drifted somewhere they shouldn't. I stared hard at the cock buried in Minjeong's pussy on that screen. She held the phone closer. When she couldn't take my staring anymore, she whispered that she'd send me the photos. I refused. I wasn't ready. But my pussy was honest. The moment I'd laid eyes on that vein-gorged shaft, a thick, sticky wetness had started seeping through the cleft of my folds. I felt it. I clamped my thighs tight, trapping it before it could leak out.
When my husband was alive, we'd fucked at least three times a day. Then it stopped cold overnight. Every time I lay down to sleep, heat rose off my skin. Holding down a body that burned like this was reaching its limit.
A bell rang through the waiting room. Minjeong snatched it up.
"Yes, Manager… I'll get ready and head out."
She hurried to prepare for her customer, resting a hand on her waist and turning her confident figure toward the mirror. She pushed her ass out just slightly. Even to another woman, it was a beautiful ass.
"Hey, stop sitting there all wilted and at least text the guy who gave you his number…"
"Come on. There is no guy like that…"
"You're so cold to them, of course your customers dry up… Don't you think you're being a little harsh?"
The truth hit hard. My customers had been thinning out lately. Word had gotten around — no matter how much money you threw at that bitch, she never, ever went for a Second Round. Even the ones who'd approached me with patience eventually stopped coming. It was the natural order of things. I'd told myself I'd accept it, but every time a moment like this came around, I wavered.
Minjeong did Second Rounds. I was better than her. Body, face — I didn't fall short in a single category. I stared blankly at Minjeong's back as she swayed her hips down the hallway.
Someone was shaking me awake. I opened my eyes slowly. Minjeong. I sat bolt upright. I'd fallen asleep without even realizing it.
"That tired? You're drooling and everything…"
"Ah, sorry… Did a call come in?"
"Yeah. My regular wants you with us."
"Your regular? The one from yesterday?"
"Yeah. Hurry up and get ready."
"Didn't he come alone?"
"He did."
"Then why does he need me too…"
"Hey, just shut up and come out… There's no other customers and you're not even grateful…"
"It's just a little weird… Feels like I'd be getting in the way of you two…"
"Hehe… We did get pretty filthy earlier… Feeling left out?"
"A little."
"He says he's got something to tell you."
"Huh?"
"So stop making excuses and get ready… Wipe that drool off… Just hear the man out."
"F-fine…"
I rushed to get ready. Pillow marks still creased my cheek. I scrubbed them hard, fixed my makeup at light speed, and straightened my clothes. Minjeong and I headed down the hallway together. Two knocks. We stepped into the room.
"Hello."
"Yeah, have a seat over there."
Minjeong sat on the sofa with a deliberate little sway of her hips, then patted the cushion beside her. That was where I was supposed to sit. I looked at the regular. He was smiling. I sat down demurely — and in that same instant, Minjeong's hand landed on my thigh. My body jerked at the sudden contact.
"Oh my… why so jumpy?"
"Ah… it's just… you came in so sudden…"
"Honey, I brought her… pick up where you left off earlier."
I tilted my head. Nobody had briefed me on any of this. Something had clearly already been discussed between Minjeong and the customer.
"No need to be so tense… Have a drink."
"Yes, thank you…"
"Hehe… You said going for a Second Round was out of the question, right?"
"Yes…"
"Truth is, I'm not really into doing it myself either. Not sure if you heard."
I had — from Minjeong. He liked jerking off while watching other people fuck. Unique taste, she'd said. Took pictures, too.
"Yes… more or less."
"Haha… a little embarrassing…"
"Not at all. You're not hurting anyone, and if it's out in the open beforehand, it's fine."
"That's why I called you in."
"Sorry?"
"I've got a proposal."
"What kind…"
Minjeong's hand, still resting on my thigh, slid deeper — straight toward my crotch. I clamped my legs shut on pure instinct. Hot breath brushed my ear. Minjeong again.
"Hey, there's plenty of room — why are you sitting this close…"
"Honey said he had a proposal, remember…? This is me showing you what he means…"
I shifted slightly to the side. Minjeong looked like a stranger. Friend or not, she'd crossed a line. She'd shoved her hand toward my crotch. I looked back and forth between the regular and Minjeong. The atmosphere was wrong.
"Don't tense up… Have a drink first, okay…?"
"What is this about…"
"Honey, tell her."
"Hehe… You know how insanely turned on I just got? Look at this."
The front of the regular's pants bulged obscenely. I whipped my eyes away. This guy was completely out of his mind.
"Hey, you're old enough — you can't even look at that? It's not like he pulled it out."
"I-it's just… it's been so long since I've seen one…"
"Hehe… Listen to this bitch talk… Honey, you hear that?"
"Yeah, she's got some bite. I like her already."
"He specifically called you in because he heard you were free… You should be thanking him."
"Th-thank you…"
"Don't mention it. Come to think of it, I never even asked your stage name."
"You can call me Apple."
"This girl's ass is a work of art… Apple hip. That's why the boss named her Apple."
"Hey, that's humiliating… stop it."
"Haha… Just picturing it has me so fucking hard… Shit…"
"Right? Every time I see this bitch's ass I want to fuck it."
I lost the ability to speak. Minjeong and the regular were both teasing me. It didn't feel entirely bad. It was a compliment, after all. Minjeong's ass was pretty nice too — nice enough that I'd wanted to touch it. But wanting to fuck it? A woman, about another woman's ass.
"Then go ahead and fuck it."
"Should I? Let's see…"
Minjeong reached around behind me. Her hand slid slowly down toward my ass. Contact. She grabbed a handful and started kneading. My whole body jerked hard. A shame I couldn't put into words flooded through me, and right behind it came that sharp, electric something driving between my legs. My face went scarlet in an instant.
"Hey, stop it!"
"Why…? Honey told me to fuck it… I can't even touch?"
"I'm serious… I'm getting mad."
"Go ahead."
She ignored me and kept mauling my ass. It was a woman's hand, but the body I'd been holding down for so long seemed to wake up all at once — heat roaring through me. Minjeong felt it too. The hot flush of it soaked into her palm.
"Wow… it's burning up… this bitch's ass…"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Soft as hell and so cushiony. Better than I expected."
"Hehe… How about it, Apple? You look like you're enjoying yourself…"
"Hah… hah…"
"It's nothing complicated… Like you heard, I'm a pathetic bastard who jerks off watching other people fuck. It's the only real joy I've got in life."
The bastard pulled two checks from his wallet and tossed them onto the table. Minjeong's eyes and mine both went wide. Million-won checks.
"Take them. Consider it a tip."
"Honey, you're the best!"
"Hehe… But there's a condition, Apple."
"Hah… hah…"
"Do it with her. Once."
"What…?"
"You said you won't do it with a man, right? You two seem close… Figured if it's another woman, maybe it wouldn't be so bad."
My mind went pure white. I turned his words over again. Do it with Minjeong? Do what? Sex — was he seriously saying sex?
As if to finish me off, Minjeong's hand drove deep between my legs again. I tried to clamp my thighs shut, but it was already too late. Her fingers slid into that wet, humid place. Contact.
"Ahhhnn!!"
My hips jerked up off the seat and dropped back down, boneless. My fingers twisted on their own. All the strength drained out of me. Minjeong didn't waste the opening — she buried her fingertips straight into my soaked hole, pulled back, then shoved in hard. Her hand worked between my legs without pause, in and out, in and out.