Driving a Wedge Between Mother and Daughter — Meeting Hyejin

I sucked at her pussy, smearing that thin, cream-soup slick across my lips and nose. I couldn't understand how a human body could secrete something so soft, so perfectly viscous. And the smell of it...

I rubbed my whole face into Miyeon's cunt like I was applying a mud mask, painting myself with her juices. My nose and lips plowed through the folds, rooting out her clit and inner lips. Once it dried, my entire face would reek of that thick, musky funk, the juices turning white and cracking as they set.

I spent a long time tasting her, licking her out, before I slowly climbed up over her body. Then I pushed my cock into that pussy still radiating heat from my cunnilingus. Every time I breathed, I caught the scent of her juices smeared across my face, the ones that had gotten into my mouth and up my nose.

"Auntie. I can put it in, right?"

Miyeon answered through ragged breaths, still riding the aftershocks of her climax.

"Yes. Minha. Please... put it in."

I rubbed my cockhead along her inner lips, finding the hole I was supposed to enter. For a brief moment the slit of my glans kissed the little opening buried in her folds — two holes built for the same purpose, greeting each other like old friends.

I eased the head down a fraction and pushed into her burning cunt, feeling that distinctive wet cling and the tight pressure of her insides.

"Ah...!"

Her heat-flushed pussy oozed a sticky slick that reeked of a female in heat, and it took my cock in soft and easy. The moment I was inside her, Miyeon's legs folded open into an M of their own accord, her ass lifting as high as it would go. Her body had found the angle all by itself, desperate to take me even a little deeper.

I started working my cock in and out, slow and easy. Her breasts and her chin rocked in time with the rhythm.

Schlck, schlck, schlck, schlck, schlck.

Every time my juice-slicked cock slid through the gap between her inner lips and the mouth of her cunt, it made that filthy, wet sound.

"Nngh — Mi, Minha...!"

Maybe because I was plowing a pussy that hadn't been used in ten years, her insides felt hot and soft and yet faintly firm, like muscle. I considered loosening her up with a suggestion, but this felt good in its own way, so I left it alone.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

I planted my hands in the hollows behind her M-folded knees and shoved them up toward her chest. That lifted her ass even higher and made the angle of entry that much sweeter. To pick up the pace I pushed my upper body off her and started pistoning in earnest, putting real power behind it.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.

"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Hah — nngh! Unngh, Minha...! Ahh, Minha...!"

As I sped up, my thighs and balls slapping against the underside of her ass in a three-beat rhythm, Miyeon's moans only grew louder. What had started as the panting of a winded animal turned into little screams the moment I poured on the speed. She was getting a ten-year-idle pussy reamed out, and my suggestion had already doubled her sensitivity — of course she sounded like that.

Strangely enough, hearing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a woman in distress only made me want to wring more out of her, to torment her that much harder. Maybe that was why women had evolved to moan during sex.

I savored those sounds and started slamming into her even rougher, and a milky string of her juices ran down between the cheeks of her ass.

The studio was thick with heat. If it stayed like this all winter I wouldn't even need the radiator — the air was hot, heavy with moisture, close and muggy.

I lay on the bed and stroked the cheek of Miyeon, who had collapsed beside me, panting. I'd only just finished my second load, and her face was still flushed scarlet with the leftover rush of orgasm. Sweet-scented, ragged breaths spilled from her parted lips, and drool had run so freely from the corners of her mouth that it had foamed white along the edges.

It was so erotic I stuck my tongue out long and licked the spit from around her mouth, then the sweat standing on her cheek. I smacked my lips. Salt. A faint trace of cosmetics. And underneath it, the sweet taste of a woman's heat pheromones.

"Auntie. You're my woman now."

Miyeon turned her head and looked at me, barely able to focus. I'd worked hard too, but she had drowned in climax after climax — she was doing well just to keep breathing.

"Yes... I... I've become your woman, Minha."

The way she confessed it herself was adorable. I reached out and toyed with her nipple, still standing stiff and swollen. She rolled onto her side toward me and lifted a hand, gently stroking my cheek.

"It's strange. That we ended up like this... you and me."

Heh heh heh. Of course it was strange. One day she suddenly found herself drowning in affection and mixing bodies with me. But if I let her dig too deep it would get annoying, so a light suggestion seemed like the way to go.

"I guess we were always meant to end up this way."

"Meant... to?"

"Yeah. You and I were destined from the start to fall for each other like this. To ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠become one body."

"Yes... I think that's right."

"We can't live apart anymore. The farther we get from each other, the sadder and harder it would be. We wouldn't be able to go on."

"No... I don't want that. I don't want to be apart from you, Minha..."

"I don't want it either. I want to live close to you, Auntie Miyeon. In the same house, if we can. In the same bed."

"The same bed... ahh...!"

Just imagining it seemed to flood her with happiness and a jolt of sexual heat — her lips parted and a hot breath spilled out.

"But... it won't work, because of your daughter. If she found out we'd gotten together like this, she'd hate it. She'd hate it a lot."

"...."

Just like that, the look on Miyeon's face — which a moment ago had been glowing with the dream of a happy life with me — went dark.

"Yes..."

"Your daughter will do whatever it takes to split us up. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠She might even torment me until I can't take it and I get driven out..."

"No... I don't want you to leave, Minha..."

Anyone thinking clearly for even a second would have seen that none of this hung together. But right now Miyeon was treating every word out of my mouth as gospel, the answer to everything, so it didn't matter ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the slightest.

"Nothing we can do. So for a while, let's be careful not to let your daughter catch on. All right?"

"Yes... all right..."

The fact that she couldn't be with me freely because of her daughter seemed to break something in her — she looked like she was about to cry as she pressed herself into my arms. Success. The operation to drive a wedge between Miyeon and her daughter Minkyeong was underway. Heh heh heh.

I patted the back of Miyeon, who had somehow ended up sobbing in my arms, and kept laying the groundwork.

"If it weren't for your daughter, I could live with you... Wake up in the morning to a breakfast you made, watch TV together, go on trips... Take baths together, make love in bed... Fall asleep holding each other... Ah... if only your daughter weren't here, we could live that happily... Hah..."

Every word I spoke planted itself in her head as another suggestion.

Sniff.

I heard Miyeon bury her face in my chest and sniffle.

I'd come twice, so I drifted off — and when I woke, Miyeon was already gone. Her underwear, her dress, even her shoes had vanished, so she must have gone home.

But a meal tray had been set out in the middle of the room, rice and side dishes arranged neatly on top. She'd put together a simple spread for me to eat when I got up.

My notebook was standing in front of the tray, and in Miyeon's pretty handwriting it said this:

Haha. It felt like I'd just acquired a devoted, picture-perfect wife. She was similar to Lee Jiseon, who served me with such devotion, and yet her innate personality and charm were entirely different. How lucky was I, getting a woman like this.

I sat bolt upright in bed and planted myself in front of the tray. I needed to eat well... if I was going to pull off tonight's job properly. Heh heh heh.

Eleven-twenty at night. The call from Park Eunjeong finally came. The operation I'd been waiting and waiting for — the conquest of Hyejin's pussy — was on.

Her voice had a slight echo to it — she was probably calling in secret from inside the bathroom.

"Yeah? Heh heh heh. So I just come down now?"

"Yes. Once you come down, grab a room, and go in, I'll tell Hyejin I stepped out to see Jiseon for a bit."

"Lock the door on your way out, and kill all the lights outside."

"Of course, Master... All you have to do is enjoy the meal I've laid out for you. Hehe."

"Good. Got it. I'm coming down now."

"Yes, Master. Please hurry."

I pulled on a tracksuit and left the studio. Miyeon at the top of the building, Park Eunjeong in the basement — this place was a palace of dreams, plain and simple. And tonight, Park Eunjeong's daughter Hyejin was waiting for me...!

With no idea she was about to get raped, of course...!

Heart pounding, I opened the door to the basement karaoke bar and stepped inside.

"Welcome~"

Park Eunjeong had been sitting at the counter talking with her daughter. She stood up and greeted me. Her act of not knowing me was top-tier, but the look she snuck at me behind Hyejin's back laid her love out in the open, bold as anything.

"One hour."

"Just yourself?"

"Yeah. Gonna practice some singing."

As I said it, I looked at Hyejin sitting at the counter, eyes on her phone.