Mother and Daughter, Touching Themselves Together

Jeong Sangmi lived in a three-bedroom apartment. I'd known for a while that she didn't sleep in the master bedroom with her husband — she spent her nights alone in a cramped little room she used to stash miscellaneous junk.

Tonight, she, her husband, and Lee Jueun were each shut away in a different room.

Jueun was on her bed, the covers pulled up, her nightgown hiked around her waist and a hand slipped down inside her panties.

For several minutes I hammered Jeong Sangmi with vicious, threatening texts, shredding her nerves to ribbons. Even that cruelty was a necessary part of the work. I'd already planted the suggestion that would make this kind of torment crack open her masochistic streak.

Of course I wouldn't actually bother. But I'd already planted the suggestion that would make Jeong Sangmi believe I absolutely would.

I don't actually like cursing. But once I started unloading on Jeong Sangmi — a woman ten years older than me, a woman who'd spent years looking down her nose at me — the words started sticking to my tongue like they belonged there.

I was still tightening the screws on Jeong Sangmi when a message came in from Lee Jueun.

That was when the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠photo arrived from Jeong Sangmi.

She was lying on a blanket spread across the floor, wearing the same style of nightgown as her daughter, hiked up to her waist. Her panties were hooked around her left thigh, her legs spread open. Between the pale stretch of her belly and her thighs, a thick thatch of dark, curly pubic hair stood out — and beneath it, the long split of her cunt.

The daughter said she couldn't because of the noise. The mother, Jeong Sangmi, started doing it anyway.

Now, at last, she was addressing me the way a wife talks to her husband — not the casual "you" she'd used before.

This was the work of breaking her down — scolding her and brainwashing her in the same breath.

Once I'd given Jeong Sangmi her orders, I found myself wanting to make Lee Jueun do the exact same thing. The fact that she'd said she couldn't because of the noise only made me want to hear that noise even more.

I sat there stroking my cock, waiting.

And then it happened. I'd actually pulled it off — a mother and daughter, in the same house, secretly masturbating at the same time. Two women who lived under one roof, each locked in her own room, muffling every sound as they touched themselves. And both of them about to record those sounds and send them to me. It was so fucking fun I could barely stand it. How many people in the world got to do something this entertaining? Heh heh heh heh.

Buzz. Buzz.

Two messages landed one after the other. Voice files.

I cranked the volume and played Jeong Sangmi's first, then Lee Jueun's, back to back.

Just listening to those thick, sticky sounds was enough to make my cock feel like it was going to explode.

I kept them at it for another thirty minutes after that — Jeong Sangmi and Lee Jueun both, fingering themselves, rubbing themselves, sending me every wet sound they made. And at the end I made them lick their own soaked palms clean, suck their fingers, and record that too.

The next day I woke up after a deep sleep, feeling completely refreshed. Living happy and having this much fun, my body seemed to take care of itself.

When I checked my messages, Park Eunjeong, Lee Jiseon, and Lee Jueun had all flooded me with texts dripping with affection. These bitches had husbands and boyfriends, and they were still climbing the walls trying to tell me how much they loved me.

Jeong Sangmi had been quiet. I didn't care. I was training her for the pleasure of tormenting her, backing her into a corner and watching her come apart. I had no use for any lovey-dovey romance with her.

Today...

I decided to play with Park Eunjeong.

I called her.

The fact that she'd called me Master told me she was home alone.

She said that and headed for the bathroom with the phone still in her hand. I heard her footsteps crossing the living room, the bathroom door, the lid of the washing machine lifting — and then, a moment later, her voice lit up with delight.

A sigh from Park Eunjeong, followed by the sound of her scolding a daughter who wasn't even there.

I went down to the karaoke bar at twelve-thirty.

The moment I opened the door, Eunjeong came rushing over and threw herself into my arms, dressed in a soft, supple two-piece. The smell of a ripe married woman fresh from a thorough shower — shampoo, and underneath it a perfume she'd put on just for me. It was wonderful.

I locked the front door of the karaoke bar, palmed her ass as I walked, and followed her lead into the private training room that belonged to the two of us alone.

Drinks, snacks, and glassware were already set out on the table. It was cute, watching her put more and more care into winning my affection.

We sat side by side on the sofa. I kneaded the soft give of her waist and her ass while she pressed herself against me and rained kisses over my face.

"Master, yesterday... you saw Jiseon, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I saw her. Why?"

"...She texted me last night. She just kept saying how jealous she was of me."

"Hahaha. Jiseon? Jealous of you?"

"Yes... So I asked her if anything had happened with you."

"And? What'd she say?"

"She swore nothing happened at all... She said you came to the karaoke bar, sang a few songs, and left, and that you were so cool... She just kept saying how jealous she was of her unnie."

"That right?"

"Yes. Um... Master."

"Yeah?"

"You... had her... didn't you?"

Park Eunjeong asked it while watching my face, gauging my reaction. Cute thing.

I stroked her cheek as I answered.

"I just made sure Jiseon wouldn't go around running her mouth about our relationship. I sealed it properly, so you don't have to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠worry about her from now on."

"Yees... I... I don't mind if you have Jiseon..."

Park Eunjeong pulled me into her arms.

"Just keep loving me too... Otherwise I think I might die."

A confession that fierce. I loved it.

I patted her back and soothed her.

"Of course. You're my sex slave forever."

"Master... I'll do everything you tell me. So please love me the most..."

"I will. Heh heh heh."

I was stroking her hair when the ziplock bag on the table caught my eye.

Inside it were the panties Park Eunjeong's daughter had taken off and left behind.