Two Moms (2)
An enormous torrent of fluid gushes from Hayeong’s pussy like a waterfall.
Her eyes roll completely back into her head. She thrusts her crotch forward in an unseemly display, body shuddering hard. From her wide-open lips, pleasure-soaked cries burst out.
“Ahaaang…! Uuuuung…! Aaaaaang…!!”
She had felt something strange before. Right after waking up. The blanket had been tangled for no clear reason, and she had found dried, crusted stains scattered around the room. She never understood how they got there.
She turns Minjeong’s words over in her mind. A son who groped his mother’s ass and tits. Could Seongjun have…?
A strange sensation brushes across her pussy. It twitches open. Her ass clenches tight again. Minjeong’s fingers are still buried to the root. Then it tightens once more. Clear liquid seeps from the gap where pussy and fingers meet, dripping like a half-closed faucet.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
“Oh my… Hayeong, were you that turned on…? Don’t tell me… your son touched you too…? Your tits or your ass…”
“Ahhng…! Aaaa…! Euhng!! Nngh-nngh!!”
The back seat soaks through with Hayeong’s pussy juice. She spasms. Minjeong’s fingers spin clockwise, then pull free with a wet slide. She greedily sucks the glistening fingers clean.
“Hehe… was that too much?”
“Yeah, you fucking bitch… we’re almost at the hotel. What the hell are you doing in the car?”
“Sorry, oppa… cleaning this up is gonna be a pain.”
“No choice… just wipe Hayeong down with some wet wipes for now.”
Minjeong pulls out a few wet wipes and carefully cleans Hayeong’s body. They reach the hotel soon after. The car parks. They get out. Hayeong steps onto the pavement and nearly collapses as her legs give out. Minjeong catches her at the perfect moment, supporting her. The clinging one-piece is soaked, so they cover her with a lap blanket. They barely make it inside.
They check in and board the elevator. Hayeong’s half-lidded eyes finally start to clear as she calms a little.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… I said do it at the hotel… that was way too much, you fucking bitch.”
“Hehe… sorry. We’re not working today, so once we’re in the room just lie on the sofa and rest… we’ve got plenty of time.”
“I should… I feel like I’m gonna get dizzy…”
Hayeong rests her head on Minjeong’s shoulder. The elevator doors open. They walk the hallway and stop in front of a door tucked into a corner. They open it and go in. Minjeong half-drags the supported Hayeong along and lays her on the sofa. She sticks a cigarette between Hayeong’s lips and they share a drag.
“Haa… I feel alive again…”
“Must’ve felt pretty damn good, huh?”
“Yeah… my body felt like it was floating…”
“Oh my… you fucking bitch, did my story turn you on that much?”
“Nngh…? No, it wasn’t because of the Sangmin stuff…”
“Don’t lie. I’m the one who fingered your pussy… I felt it… you were clamping down so fucking hard on my fingers… hehe…”
“You’re something else…”
“Ah, by the way, what’s your son’s name again? It’s on the tip of my tongue but I can’t remember.”
“I told you last time…”
“What was it? Seonghun? Ah, fuck… no idea.”
“It’s Seongjun.”
“Ah! Right, Seongjun.”
The fucking bitch is asking on purpose. She already knows Hayeong’s son’s name. They’re the kind of close who’ve pressed skin to skin.
“Why are you suddenly asking that…”
“I’m curious… from your reaction it seemed like something happened with Seongjun…”
“What…?”
“Hey, you back with us a little?”
“Yeah, I’m better…”
“Then finish the cigarette and let’s shower first… we can talk details after.”
“You’re making me nervous… digging for someone else’s son’s name… what’s your angle?”
“Hehe… you already know… I want to pick up where we left off in the car, Hayeong… what happened with Seongjun…”
Hayeong thinks again of the dried stains scattered around the room. At first she figured she must have squeezed out lotion by accident and it dried. Seongjun’s behavior had been weird the last few days. The way he looked at her… and that bulge pushing out between his pants…
Her face flushes red. She has become aware of it. No—she had already been aware. Even at home she felt her son’s blatant gaze on his mother. Could Seongjun really have…?
She shakes her head. Impossible. Minjeong’s story is a lie too. A son who sees the mother who gave birth to him as a woman. Something she has never even dreamed of.
In that instant Minjeong’s soft hand slips between Hayeong’s legs and presses exactly on the mesh-covered spot.
“Euhhng!!”
Her fingertips start teasing gently. Hayeong wants to clamp her thighs shut, but her body won’t obey. Her legs slowly spread wider. Her breathing turns rough. The cigarette she was smoking drops to the floor. Juseonja darts over, crushes it out in the ashtray, then sits on a distant sofa and stares fixedly. Embarrassing—but exciting.
“Seongjun never did anything like that…? Hmm…? Hayeong…”
“Minjeong… you said we’d wash first… nngh…! Ahaang…!”
Minjeong suddenly sticks her tongue out and presses it to Hayeong’s glistening lips. Tongues touch. She doesn’t thrust deep—just licks the plump lips. The fingers teasing her pussy speed up.
“Don’t want to talk…? I told you about Sangmin… haa…”
“Nngh…! Ahaang…! Kkeung…!”
“If you won’t, should I…? Actually… there’s more than just him grabbing my ass and tits…”
“Haa…! Haa…! More…? Minjeong… what the hell are you talking about right now…”
“Oh my… look at that pussy juice flowing… my fingers are soaked… are you that turned on…?”
“I-it’s not like that… stop saying weird shit… ahaang…!”
“Listen… so Sangmin…”
Minjeong lightly pinches the waistband of Hayeong’s panties and starts easing them down without letting her notice. They catch on her thighs. Only then does Hayeong realize what’s happening and clamp her thighs shut with everything she has.
“Minjeong, why are you suddenly pulling my panties down?”
“Just stay still, I’ll make you feel good.”
“No, wash first… okay?”
“Then say it clearly… Seongjun never did that to you?”
“Th-that’s…”
“See? There is something. Tell me… get me a little turned on too… haa…”
“Euhhng!!”
Minjeong presses hard on the mesh again. She spreads the split pussy lips and slips a finger in just a little. Hayeong’s body jerks hard. Her hips bounce up then drop weakly.
“Hurry up and say it, okay? What did Seongjun do to you?”
“Haa… haa… I don’t remember clearly, but… while I was sleeping he came into the room… and jerked off, I think…”
“What? Seongjun beat his meat in your room? While his mom was sleeping?”
“Kkeuhhng!! Ahaang…! Minjeong, stop… nngh…!”
Minjeong’s hand pulls back then drives forward hard. It pierces her pussy. The mesh sinks in. She flexes her fingers and rocks them side to side, churning inside Hayeong’s cunt.
“Fuck, your son’s something else too… huh? Anything else happen?”
“Haa…! Haa…! I don’t really know… when I woke up I saw weird stains…”
“What kind of stains?”
“Cum…”
“Whoa… so that means Seongjun sees you as a woman too? Amazing…”
She stops tormenting Hayeong’s pussy and pulls her fingers free. Pussy juice clings to the tips. Without hesitation she licks them clean. She slowly sits Hayeong up from where she was lying face-down on the sofa. Hayeong pants hard. Minjeong rests a hand on her slender shoulder and strokes it gently.
“Haa… haa… you bitch…”
“Hehe… you liked it too… shall we wash now?”
“Yeah, I feel sticky and gross… I’ll go first.”
“We’ll go together.”
“What…?”
“Look at my fingers… your pussy juice made them all sticky.”
“What are you planning now?”
“Hehe… who knows? Your body’s fucking incredible…”
“…Fine.”
“Hmm? You’ll go in together?”
“If you don’t want to, forget it.”
“Hehe… oppa, you hear this bitch? She was refusing and now she’s saying let’s wash together?”
Juseonja gives a satisfied little nod. The two women rise slowly. Hayeong peels off the clinging one-piece in one motion and flings it aside. Her bra and panties have gotten ridiculously bold. The bra barely covers her nipples. The panties are worse—mesh over the pussy isn’t enough; the crotch is completely sheer. Everything shows through. Her thick bush is on full display.
Even as a woman, Minjeong is fucking turned on. She looks her over blatantly.
“Don’t stare like that… it’s embarrassing…”
“We’re both girls, so what? Anyway, dressed like this you’re really pretty… I’m jealous, you fucking bitch.”
“Whatever, praise from you doesn’t make me happy at all.”
“Oh my… look at this bitch, different from a minute ago.”
Hayeong sways her hips as she slips into the bathroom. Minjeong follows. She flips on the light. Looking at Hayeong’s dazzling body, she swallows hard. Gorgeous. No wonder Seongjun would foam at the mouth and charge. She vows she will absolutely make him ram his cock through his own mother’s pussy and fuck her raw. Today. She will definitely bring her down. She wants to see Hayeong moaning on her son’s dick.
Staring hard, she strips off her own panties and bra and tosses them. Hayeong’s gaze shifts to Minjeong’s body.
“Not even embarrassed, huh, arms up and everything…”
“How’s my pussy look?”
Minjeong half-bends her knees and spreads her legs wide. She thrusts her crotch forward. She pinches the outer lips and yanks them open. The twitching inner flesh is laid bare right in Hayeong’s eyes, full of clear fluid.
“You’re really worked up too…”
“Yeah, listening to your story did this to me… haa… I can just picture what Seongjun might’ve done to you…”
“S-stop… the Seongjun talk… you’ve got Sangmin too, right?”
“Hehe… Sangmin? Right, yeah… my son loves his mom a whole lot too… he keeps looking me over…”
“Haa… haa… Sangmin…?”
“Yeah, it wasn’t a son’s look… I’m only telling you this, but… it felt like he wanted to… fuck my pussy…”
Minjeong, who had been showing her pussy, stands straight in the middle of the bathroom. She faces Hayeong at almost touching distance. She reaches both hands behind her back and starts undoing her bra. Overwhelmed by the atmosphere, Hayeong doesn’t even think to stop her. She just watches. The bra comes free. She peels it off completely and flings it into a corner. Minjeong’s hands settle on Hayeong’s slim waist. Fingertips tickle lightly. Hayeong’s body twitches faintly. Minjeong grips the mesh panty strings riding her hips and slowly pulls them down.
“Haa… haa…”
“Looks so fucking delicious… your pussy… Seongjun’s gonna love it…”
She blows a hot breath over the thick bush. Hayeong’s hips bounce up then drop weakly. The panties keep sliding lower. They catch at the knees. She doesn’t stop. Past the calves. Something stretches long from the crotch of the panties, still connected to Hayeong’s pussy. Pussy juice.
Minjeong’s lips curl as she struggles to free the mesh panties from Hayeong’s ankles. Hayeong lifts a foot to help. They come off completely. Hayeong’s bare body, not a single thread left, is revealed right in front of Minjeong’s eyes.