Mother and Daughter Eat the Yogurt They Wiped Their Cunts With

Judging by the text, Jueun was going ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to eat it in the end. I knew that perfectly well, so I gave the small of her back a gentle little shove.

Time to start the gaslighting. If I didn't break her of the habit now, she'd keep playing coy later and calling it cute. She'd do everything eventually anyway — but having to soothe and plead with her every single time was going to get old fast. Better to nip that in the bud.

I drew the line, hard. And just like that, the reply came right back.

The gaslighting worked like a charm. Going forward, it looked like I'd be able to steer Jueun wherever I wanted just by using her mother, Jeong Sangmi, as leverage.

A daughter who got wet watching her own mother fall — and she still hadn't figured out that Mom was about to become her rival. Heh heh heh.

I waited maybe five minutes before the call finally came through. She must have left the line open and gone to sit at the table where Sangmi was waiting.

"Mom, what's with the Yoplait?"

"You said you were constipated last time. So I thought of you and picked some up."

Jueun's voice was bright and lively. Sangmi's was doing its best to sound like nothing at all. The contrast was almost funny.

She could play it casual all she wanted — inside, she had to be wound tight as a spring. She was about to watch her own daughter eat Yoplait that had been used to wipe her pussy and asshole clean, Yoplait she'd mixed with a teaspoon of her own cunt juice and a mouthful of spit. The sheer wrongness of it, the way it had to be tearing her sense of self apart — I could only imagine.

"Is mine the grape flavor?"

"Yeah."

"Ooh, I want that one. You eat this, Mom."

"No way, you brat. I'm eating this one."

Jueun made a casual grab for Sangmi's cup, and Sangmi shut her down without a second's hesitation. I heard her start eating her own first, the spoon scraping.

Then came the sound of a teaspoon dipping into a cup, stirring...

"Mmm... the taste is a little weird? Was it always like this?"

Sangmi's heart must have dropped straight through the floor at that. Heh heh heh.

"What? Why?"

"No...? Maybe it's because I haven't had it in a while. The flavor seems a little off... Want to try a bite, Mom?"

"I'm fine — Mom's good with just this one."

I found myself wondering what it actually tasted like. Yoplait used to scrub out the secretions and residue packed into the folds of a pussy and the wrinkles of an asshole, then stirred together with cloudy cunt juice and spit... What the hell would that even taste like? I closed my eyes and could only guess.

The curiosity got the better of me. I fired off a text.

I set the texts aside and tuned back into the audio — and then I heard the sharp click of a camera shutter.

"What? Did you just take a picture of me, Mom?"

"Mm-hmm~ Our daughter looks so pretty eating her Yoplait, I had to take a picture. Here, look.... Pretty, right?"

"It's kinda meh...? Take one of me with it in my mouth."

For a while after that I just listened to Sangmi snapping photo after photo of Lee Jueun. Then they put the pictures down and started going back and forth about which ones came out cute — and before long, a photo landed in my messages from Sangmi.

It was Jueun, the shot she'd just taken.

A heaping teaspoon of blue Yoplait held in her mouth, a bright little smile on her face. Pale, slender features and those huge eyes. She really was a beautiful girl.

A report-in photo. I sent Sangmi a little praise for a job well done, then asked her how she was feeling.

I wasn't about to let the gaslighting of Jeong Sangmi slip, either. A slave is only as good as the master who keeps her, after all.

That was when Jueun's voice cut across the line.

"Whaat~ Who are you texting, Mom~?"

"Someone, you brat."

"Tch—! Oh, wait! Mom, I bought a yogurt earlier 'cause I wanted some probiotics? Let's eat that together too!"

I heard her say it, then the sound of her heading to her room and coming back with the bottle — the special one. The problem yogurt.

"And what's that?"

"Oh, Mom. Well... my constipation's gotten a little worse... so I bought this to eat a lot of and poop better~"

"You eat it. Mom's doing just fine in that department."

"Aww~ Let's eat it togetherrr~ You bought me Yoplait so I want to share this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with you to say thank you~ Hmm? Miss Sangmiii~"

From the sound of it, Jueun had glued herself to Sangmi and was laying on the aegyo thick. And it worked — Sangmi folded.

"Fine, I get it, now get off me—"

"Hehe! Then let's split it fifty-fifty like good friends! Oh, I should film this!"

"Film what?"

"I want to film myself eating the yogurt prettily too."

"This kid films the weirdest things."

"Okay~ First I'll pour half in your glass and half in mine~ Mom, wait. Don't drink until I start recording."

"This kid is seriously such a pain..."

That was as far as the audio went. Jueun had hung up so she could start recording.

I sat there grinning at her initiative, and while I waited I sent Sangmi a text.

I sent that off and waited. A moment later, a video arrived from Lee Jueun.

I smiled and hit play.

The camera cut back and forth between Jueun and Sangmi. Then Sangmi lifted her glass to her lips and drank down the yogurt inside. She looked uncomfortable about being filmed for something this stupid, but she didn't put up any real fight — she drained the glass clean. I didn't miss the way her expression shifted, subtle and strange, as it went down.

"Mom, how's it taste?"

Sangmi frowned, working her mouth, and answered.

"Maybe it's because I haven't had this in a while either... The taste is a little... bland? It doesn't taste like it used to... Did they change the recipe? Is this past the expiration date?"

"No ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way, look here. I bought it today, see?"

Jueun handed Sangmi the yogurt bottle, then lifted her own glass. She shot the camera a look loaded with meaning — a silent signal, just for me.

"Alright~ Then... I'll have some too — gotta eat it pretty, right~?"

Jueun put her mouth to the glass and swallowed the yogurt inside, little by little.

The yogurt she had pushed up into her own pussy and used to wash herself out. The yogurt she had pissed into and stirred together.

She grimaced, just a little. And then, slowly, she drank it. Every last drop.