The Mother Masturbating in Secret and the Daughter Who Overhears Her Moans
I kept the conversation going with Jueun, steering it exactly where I wanted it to go.
Pull back just a little, and she'll cling twice as hard.
Of course it felt weird. But that weirdness wasn't the ordinary kind a daughter was supposed to feel. For reasons she couldn't name, the fact that her own mother was nothing more than a bitch in heat—unable to control her lust, sneaking filthy acts behind her family's back—was stirring up some twisted, perverted thrill she didn't understand.
I lied and put the conversation with Jueun on hold.
Then I messaged Jeong Sangmi at once. She was under suggestion to answer me no matter what whenever I contacted her—so if she was awake, she would reply.
I needed to come at her hard. Now that I'd decided to break her into a sex slave, going soft would only slow the training down.
A soft buzz. True to form, late-sleeping Jeong Sangmi answered right away.
Her room—probably that little one she slept in alone.
As if she hadn't. She'd definitely been sneaking her hand between her legs again today—at home, at the office—rubbing herself raw.
Remember I know your home address, you stupid bitch. A cunt like you looking to die...
Laying into her like that cracked something open in my chest. The sadistic hunger caught fire and burned hotter by the second.
Every bit of contempt, every power trip she'd pulled on me—she was going to pay for it until the day she died. Of course... while tears of pure joy ran down her face.
She must have been scrambling under the order—Jeong Sangmi couldn't even manage a reply.
And right as the minute was almost up, a photo came through on KakaoTalk. She really had stripped naked, crouched down, and taken a picture of herself. Her eyes were shut and her face was turned aside, but she couldn't hide the torment written across her features.
A little later, another reply came.
Jeong Sangmi would be lying in that little room she slept in alone, legs spread wide, starting to masturbate. She couldn't lie to me, and she couldn't refuse me either.
And every filthy, perverted act tied to me made her burn hotter and go into heat—so there was no chance she'd refuse anyway.
I messaged Jueun again.
Lee Jueun was sexually worked up right now. The more she tied her own mother, Jeong Sangmi, to lewd acts, the deeper she sank into that taboo, perverted pleasure.
She said that and must have actually opened her door and gone out, because things went quiet for a while. Then, a full three minutes later, she messaged me again.
A moment later she messaged that she'd stripped everything off, panties included, just like I'd told her.
After that, no more replies. She was probably too busy fucking herself with everything she had—too hot to spare a free hand for typing.
Just like that, I'd gotten a mother and daughter living under the same roof—doors between them or not—to face each other with their cunts spread wide open, diligently thrusting away.
If I'd been standing in the hallway between their rooms, I could have heard both women's heated moans leaking out from either side, and the wet slap of cunt juice forced out under the pressure of their fingers.
Even the reply was short. She'd barely managed it with wet fingers, no doubt.
I waited at my leisure and started watching YouTube. When victory is already certain, there's no reason to get antsy—and when you already know how the game ends, there's no need to sit there tense waiting for the result.
I'd been meaning to catch up on some videos I'd missed while busy fucking women... but then both mother and daughter messaged me at almost the same time and interrupted. Videos.
The one from Jeong Sangmi showed her with the lights on, white thighs spread, two fingers of her right hand buried and pumping like mad. Every time her fingers stabbed into her cunt hole and her palm smacked against her urethra and clit, her pussy made wet, gurgling brook sounds.
You couldn't quite see the juice spraying in the video, but the audio alone made it obvious—the whole underside of her cunt was flooded.
Then I watched Lee Jueun's video.
She'd turned the room lights off and used her phone flashlight instead, filming her own pussy. It was too dark and the light bounced off her pale skin and hand so you couldn't really make out the cunt itself—but the sweet moans of a woman in her twenties, and the fresh, squelching wet sounds from that young pussy, came through crystal clear. Delicious.
If I'd had two phones, I could have pressed one to each ear and come without even touching myself. The thought put a satisfied smile on my face.