Mother-Son Incest Plan (4)
Hayeong thrashed wildly, but it was no use.
Her body was responding. Minjeong's fingers drove deep, and her flesh jerked of its own accord. A thin moan slipped free.
"Stop it... nnngh...! Ahh—!"
"You're suffering, aren't you? Just listen."
Minjeong stopped. The head buried between Hayeong's breasts snapped back. Her face was flushed scarlet. She stuck her tongue out long and slow, miming a lick.
"Soaked and burning hot. This bitch is turned on."
"Y-yeah, I get it, so back off... We need to settle the deal first."
"Hehe... Got it, oppa."
Minjeong pulled her hand free from between Hayeong's legs. The heat still clung to her fingers. She dragged her tongue across her palm — sticky fluid clung in patches. Hayeong's cunt juice.
Juseonja held out a glass of liquor.
"Drink this. Relax."
"Haa... haa... Okay... Thank you..."
"Caught you off guard, didn't I? Sorry about that... Still, gotta say, it's fucking hot."
Hayeong downed the glass in one shot, gulping it hard. She'd been dying of thirst ever since the waiting room — ever since Minjeong had shown her that photo of a vein-ridged cock.
"I feel a little more human now..."
"Good. Shall we pick up where we left off, if you're all right?"
"I... I can't. I've never even thought about something like that... It's embarrassing."
Hayeong dropped her head. She had never imagined a woman's touch could get her this worked up — and another man had watched the whole thing. The million-won check on the table shimmered at the edge of her vision. Money was nice, sure, but did she really have to earn it like this?
"Hey. Didn't it feel good?"
"I don't know. Stop digging... It's mortifying."
"Hehe... It felt good, didn't it? Your pussy was dripping wet."
"I said stop!"
Juseonja, who'd been watching, refilled her empty glass. She knocked it back. He caught the way her eyes refused to leave the million-won check on the table, and the corner of his mouth curled.
"Ease up on the teasing. She's your friend, isn't she?"
"It's annoying... It's not like we're fucking. Just think of it as fooling around..."
"The girl's got a point, Miss Apple. That little stunt just now went too far."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, she said she wanted to fuck your ass and all that, right? I was just playing along... You don't have to take it that far."
Hayeong's pupils wavered. Her throat bobbed. She was wrestling with it.
Minjeong's hand settled on her thigh again — not diving deep this time, just stroking gently.
"Haa... haa..."
"Getting excited, aren't you? It's been a while, I take it..."
"A-a little..."
"That's more than enough... With a face and body like yours, just resting a hand on your thigh is enough to get me hard."
"Hehe... Oppa, seriously... You've got it bad for this bitch, huh?"
Juseonja's face tightened. Minjeong's mouth snapped shut. He was working her — he'd worked countless cunts before. Instinct told him everything he needed to know.
That fucking bitch is already sold.
Getting her out of here was the priority. Once they hit a bed, anything was possible.
"If it makes you uncomfortable, you don't even have to take your clothes off... Shame, but that's fine."
"That would be enough...?"
"Yes. I'll match the touching to whatever level Miss Apple wants... I just want to watch."
"With her...?"
"Ideally I'd love to watch you with a man, but... you're pretty resistant to that, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry..."
"No, I understand. I don't know the details, but everyone has lines they want to keep. I'll respect that."
"Thank you..."
"So how about it? Want to play around a little with that girl? The pay's sitting right there on the table — just take it."
"It's too much..."
"I told you it's fine. I want to see it. Please."
Minjeong's fingertips grazed her thigh. Hayeong's body flinched, barely. The fire was already roaring through her. Even if she refused here, she'd have to deal with it herself the second she got off work.
"Another drink, please."
"Of course. Here you go."
He poured into the empty glass. She knocked it back in one go. Hayeong bit her lip as if steeling herself, then looked back and forth between Minjeong and Juseonja.
"I'll do it..."
"You mean it?"
"Yes. But... taking everything off would be too embarrassing. I'll keep my underwear on."
"Ohh... Not bad at all. Look at you, being so considerate."
"Doing it like this would be weird, wouldn't it? And you gave such a big tip..."
"Shall we get going, then?"
"We're leaving already?"
"Yes. You were out cold, so you probably didn't notice — we've been at this for three hours already."
"Ah... Has it really been that long..."
Minjeong rested her head on Hayeong's shoulder and slid an arm around her slim waist. They'd agreed to some girl-on-girl contact. Hayeong didn't push the hand away. It crept lower, toward her ass — squeezed, kneaded.
"Hey... Not here..."
"Hehe... So somewhere else is fine?"
"I don't know..."
"Now I'm getting turned on too... Huh? Can I fuck you today?"
"God, you... Do whatever you want..."
"Whoa... Oppa, you hear that? She said I could fuck her."
"Yeah, my dick's about to explode. Look how stiff it is."
Juseonja shot to his feet. The outline of a cockhead stood out sharp against the bulge in his pants. Hayeong let out a short laugh. She'd already agreed to press bodies with another woman. Nothing left to hold her back. She needed to cool this burning body — with Minjeong's hands.
She rose slowly. The two women linked arms and followed Juseonja as he led the way out.
They climbed into the back seat side by side. Juseonja was still outside, firing off a text to someone.
He put the phone away and climbed into the driver's seat, then tore off toward the hotel. A glance in the rearview mirror caught Minjeong's hand roaming Hayeong's thigh. Soft moans slipped out now and then. Hayeong wasn't aggressive about it, but she'd rested her own hand lightly on Minjeong's thigh too.
"Oppa, you prepped the blindfolds, right?"
"Yeah. Here."
He passed back the bag from the passenger seat. Minjeong set it on Hayeong's lap and opened it. Inside were several blindfolds, lube, condoms, and a pile of toys whose purpose Hayeong couldn't begin to guess. Then her eyes locked onto a dildo that looked exactly like a real cock. Her breathing grew shorter.
"Haa... haa..."
"Hehe... That turned on, huh? I'm gonna work out everything I've been holding back, so you'd better brace yourself."
"Is that... a dildo?"
"Yep. Never used it, but doesn't it look just like a real dick? Go on, touch it."
"I'm good... I'll just look."
Minjeong ignored her and pulled the dildo out anyway, holding it right in front of Hayeong's face. Even the bulging veins had been molded into it. Hayeong let out a soft sound of awe, her lips parting without thinking — and in that instant Minjeong shoved the dildo's head between them.
"Mmph!!"
Hayeong jolted in shock and spat the cockhead right back out. Something electric shot straight between her legs. Cunt juice ran down in a thick trickle. She clamped her thighs tight to stop it.
"Been a long time since you sucked a dick, huh? It's just a dildo, so what's the big deal... hmm?"
"You crazy bitch... That's way too far for a joke."
"Hehe... Mad?"
"Yeah. Do it one more time and I'll actually lose it."
"Fine. We'll settle it on the bed."
They pulled up in front of the hotel. Juseonja parked, then took a moment to settle his racing pulse and steady his breathing before getting out. Hayeong linked arms with Minjeong and walked straight into the lobby like she owned the place. They rode the elevator up. Minjeong was plastered against her side so tightly it was almost oppressive. Hayeong wanted to peel her off, but the promise had already been made.
"Hey, not here... We're about to go into the room anyway."
"Oh my... Sounds to me like you're asking for something hot the second we get inside?"
"Th-that's not what I meant..."
The elevator doors opened. They followed the hallway, rounded a corner, and stopped at the room at the very end. Inside. Door shut.
Hayeong's heart hammered. Juseonja dropped onto the far sofa, flipped open the bag of sex toys, pulled out a blindfold, and tossed it onto the bed. Hayeong just stood there, blank. Now that she was actually in the room, she couldn't bring herself to start. She was supposed to roll around on that bed with Minjeong.
"Why are you just standing there? Smoke a cigarette and let's get going."
"Huh? Ah... Just a second..."
"A second my ass... I'm dying over here..."
Minjeong took Hayeong's hand firmly and led her over. She settled lightly on the edge of the bed, and Hayeong had no choice but to sit beside her. The tension was thick. Minjeong passed her a cigarette. Hayeong's fingers trembled faintly as they lit up together.
"You're that wound up, huh... Just relax. You're with me."
"Easy for you to say... Don't go too hard, okay? Not like earlier."
"Hehe... You mean sticking a dildo in your mouth? Or... not touching you here?"
Minjeong stared straight between Hayeong's legs. Hayeong clamped her thighs shut without meaning to and turned her gaze toward the terrace, dragging hard on the cigarette.
"If you're embarrassed, put the blindfold on. That'll turn you on even more."
"Nn... Fine. But I'm saying it again... Don't touch me there... And no dildo either..."
"Hehe... I told you not to worry. We're keeping our underwear on... Just a little taste."
"And just so you know," Juseonja put in, "I'll only be watching from here, so don't mind me at all."
"Okay. Thank you... For the generous tip, and for going along with everything..."
"Not at all. Scenes like this don't come around often... Make yourselves at home."
Minjeong crushed her cigarette into the ashtray and stood. She peeled off her dress in one smooth motion and flung it aside, then rolled down her stockings without a shred of shame. Left in nothing but panties and a bra, she crossed her legs and sat.
"Your turn. Strip."
"I need a shower first... I'll take them off when I wash."
"Hehe... Suit yourself... Want to shower together?"
"Pass."
Hayeong still couldn't settle into the mood. She stood, gave Juseonja a small nod, and stepped into the bathroom.
She faced the mirror. Her face was flushed — less than before, but still. The line had already been crossed. She couldn't back out now. And more than anything, her body was burning. She needed to cool it down. She'd chosen this. It was with Minjeong, so it would be fine. She steeled herself and stripped.
A dazzling body filled the mirror. A smile tugged at her lips without permission. See? I'm way better than Minjeong. Bigger chest. Better ass. Better pussy too.
Her gaze drifted naturally between her legs. A dark wet patch stood out clear at the center of her panties. Heat surged through her. She cupped a bra-covered breast, then reached down and brushed her fingers over her cunt.
"Nnhh...!"
Yeah. I'm doing this. I want to. It's not like I'm fucking a guy.
In the mirror she caught the face of a stranger — eyes half-glazed. She unhooked her bra and peeled off her panties, standing naked in the bathroom without a single thread on her body. Her pubic hair was slick and wet. Sticky fluid stretched in a long string. She'd been leaking so much the whole of her pussy glistened.