The Daughter Who Begs Me to Sleep With Her Mother

Jueun snuck a glance back at me over her shoulder, careful not to let Jeong Sangmi notice, and flashed a sly little smile. Then, looking for all the world like this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, she started typing.

I couldn't believe what I was reading. I was the one who had planted the suggestion — the one who had made her sink deeper and deeper into those filthy, dirty conversations with me, until she craved them. I was the one who had dragged her own mother, Jeong Sangmi, into that filth and taught her to get off on the twisted, forbidden thrill of it.

But I had never, not in a million years, imagined the suggestion would bear fruit like this.

It was like a little ball Kim Minha had lobbed into the air. I just never expected it to come down as an avalanche.

Even while I sat there stunned, Jueun's messages kept rolling in.

Lee Jueun snuck another look back at me, this time wearing an expression that said I was being hopelessly dense.

Her thumbs flew across the screen — tap, tap-tap, tap tap — and she fired off another round.

What a devoted little thing. Lee Jueun had such a sweet nature — she was clearly a born filial daughter. And when a daughter cared this much about her own mother, how could I possibly refuse to grant her wish?

Heh. A gentleman knows that this is the moment to pretend he's reluctantly giving in.

The second Jueun read my message, she clenched her right hand into a tight little fist and pumped it once, just high enough that Sangmi wouldn't see. She was screaming Yes! on the inside.

Jueun was in a hurry. She looked like she'd worked herself into a frenzy at the mere thought of watching her own mother's illicit romance unfold with her own two eyes. Thanks to my suggestion, this kind of forbidden, adulterous filth must have been hitting her like a drug.

"Mom, is this interesting? I'm gonna go check ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out the movie room on the fifth floor. I'll see what's playing, and if it's good I'll stay up there. If you're bored, you can come up too."

With that, Jueun stood up as naturally as anything and headed for the stairs at the side of the hall. She didn't forget to throw me a wink and a little fighting-spirit fist pump on her way out.

The moment she disappeared, Jeong Sangmi had no one left beside her. There were a few other people scattered around the hall, but they were all sitting well away from us, and not a single one of them was paying us any attention.

I glanced toward the stairs. Jueun had tucked herself out of sight, just her head poking around the corner, watching to see what I would do.

Alright then. Time to taste the meal Jueun had so thoughtfully set the table for.

I scooted over on my ass and settled in right beside Jeong Sangmi. She'd been aware of me for a while now, and though her face was tight with tension, she kept her eyes locked on the TV and didn't move.

"Sangmi."

At the sound of her name she dropped her head and answered in a voice so small I almost missed it.

"How can you just come over here like this... my daughter's right here. I've been a nervous wreck this whole time..."

She said it like a complaint, but her body was already slipping into readiness, aching for me to torment it. Even now, the stiff peaks of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her nipples stood out clearly through the fabric of her top — she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I came here to eat out my sex-slave bitch's pussy. You think I need to worry about that?"

"....!"

Sangmi's head snapped up and she scanned the room, checking to see if anyone she knew was watching. Luckily, Jueun peeking from the stairwell didn't catch her eye.

"Please. Not here..."

"Why not here?"

"There are people..."

"Give me a fucking break. You bitch..."

I came on strong, sliding right up against her and wrapping my left arm around her waist, my hand settling over the curve of her ass. They were all strangers, and none of them were looking our way — but groping Sangmi in the middle of a jjimjilbang lounge turned out to feel pretty damn good. I'd never understood those couples who did insane shit in public. I was starting to get it, just a little.

"Please..."

Sangmi grabbed my left hand in a panic and eased it down, trying not to make a scene, her eyes darting around the room the whole time.

"Let's go somewhere else..."

"Where?"

"This way. Come on..."

Sangmi stood up first, gathering her towel and the container of rooibos tea, and started walking toward a deserted corner in the back. I followed behind her like I didn't have a care in the world.

As we walked I snuck a glance at the stairs. Sure enough, Jueun was still peeking around the corner, mouthing You got this! at me without making a sound.

Once I followed Sangmi into that far corner, I understood immediately why nobody was over here. A small opening led into a dark, cavernous space — a stretch of the building the heating didn't reach, unnervingly cold and so pitch-black it was almost frightening, nothing like the rest of the jjimjilbang.

Sangmi went in first, and I followed.

It was a children's playroom. The entrance was narrow, but inside it opened up into a surprisingly large space — a full plastic playground, complete with a big slide, cargo nets, and a jungle gym. Of course, it wasn't in operation at all. Every light was off, leaving the place in total darkness, and the floor had no heating, so the air was raw and chilly.

It was so dark Sangmi had to light the way with her phone, picking her steps carefully. She slipped around behind a high stack of what looked like oversized plastic crates, barely visible even in the gloom.

Back there, big plastic bins were piled up — the kind kids could crawl inside to lie down or sit and play. The playroom itself was a place nobody even approached. And within that, a spot walled off by stacked plastic crates. And then, inside one of those bins... whatever we did in here, nobody would ever know. That much was certain.

Sangmi crawled in first. I followed. The moment I was inside, her phone screen went dark, and the world vanished into black.

The bin wasn't tall enough to stand in, and just wide enough that two people lying side by side would fill it completely. I ended up sitting pressed against her, my arm naturally finding her waist.

"Nice spot. How'd you even know this was here? You've been thinking hard about getting fucked by me, haven't you, Sangmi."

".... It's been closed for a long time."

"I like it... you could scream your head off in here and nobody would hear a thing. The second I said I was coming, you already knew you were going to get fucked right here, didn't you?"

"....."

"Not gonna answer me? You fucking bitch?"

"... This is the safest place... so... please don't call me that."

"Then you should do a better job of listening to me. Don't you think?"

In the darkness I reached for Sangmi's chest and kneaded it roughly. Her nipples were already standing hard, waiting for me to play with them. The moment my hands closed over her tits, a hot breath spilled from her full lips.

"Haaah..."

"Where'd your daughter go?"

"The f-fifth floor... she said there's some kind of movie room up there..."

"Should've told her to come watch a live porno instead."

"Don't... please don't touch my daughter..."

The daughter had already offered up her own mother to me. And the mother could think of nothing but keeping her daughter safe. Was she a tragic mother — or a lucky one, blessed with such a devoted child?

Either way, this meant I got to have fun using the daughter as a hostage.

"Stick out your tongue."

"Haaah..."

Sangmi's hot breath washed over my face, and I crushed my mouth against hers, sucking her tongue out and pulling on it. Thanks to my suggestion, Jeong Sangmi's entire body had become one giant clitoris. Whether I sucked her tongue or her lips or ran my hands over her waist, it all hit her like I was rubbing her clit, and she panted helplessly.

"You wearing panties?"

"No... I didn't put any on when I changed earlier..."

"You fucking bitch. Your pussy's soaking wet, isn't it?"

"...."

"I'm going to check. If I find pussy juice, you get hit."

"It's been wet... since earlier..."

"Since when."

"Since you sat down behind me... I couldn't stop thinking about you..."

"What. So you've been dripping from your cunt this whole time?"

"Y-yes..."

"Then I'll check just how much you leaked. Strip. Take everything off and get on top of me upside down. We're doing 69, and I'm inspecting that pussy."

"Haaah... yes..."

I stripped first and lay down in the cramped bin. A moment later she shifted her legs and crawled over me in reverse, settling into position. Then her thighs and ass, draped across my chest, began easing backward, bringing her closer and closer to my face and mouth.

The tight little bin filled with the thick, ripe scent of a married woman's heat. As the source of that smell drew right up to my nose, the pungent, fermented-cheese funk of her pussy made my head swim.

"Suck my cock first. I'm going to take some pictures of this pussy."

"Okay... nnh... slurp..."

The second I gave the order, Sangmi dropped her head without hesitation and took my cock into her mouth. While she dragged her tongue along my shaft and bobbed her head, I thumbed on my phone and opened KakaoTalk. Then I sent Jueun a message.