After the Lunch Date with Stepmother
With every thrust her body rocked forward and back, her hair growing more and more tangled and wild.
Her entire frame trembled without cease.
The orgasm that had already burst through her claimed every inch of her body, sinking into the deepest corners.
Han Pan could feel his own climax drawing near as well.
He drove his cock in hard and deep, slamming it against her womb with relentless force.
“Ah… Mom, Mom!!! I’m gonna cum!!!”
“Haa… haa… No!!! Not inside!!! Outside, outside!!!”
Sensing the edge of release, Han Pan hurriedly pulled himself up, yanked his cock free, and stroked it rapidly back and forth with his hand.
“Ah, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!! Mom, I’m cumming!! Aaaaaaah!!!!”
Han Pan roared as he unleashed his load toward her pussy.
A massive volume of cum erupted from his urethra, splattering across her ass, her cunt, her asshole, and the small of her back.
He kept pumping his cock in his fist, groaning through every pulse.
Hyesu shuddered as the scalding liquid painted her skin.
After several thick ropes had been spent, Han Pan felt the strength drain from his whole body.
He stepped back, breathing hard.
Hyesu panted, trying to catch her breath.
It was the most intense orgasm she had felt in a very long time.
His cum clung to her ass, her pussy, and her asshole, already beginning to drip downward.
She could feel the warm fluid sliding slowly down her flesh.
It really was an enormous amount of semen.
It seemed even more than what he had poured into her mouth earlier.
Han Pan retreated, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, and gently wiped her clean.
Even he was startled by how much he had shot.
She took the tissue he offered and finished cleaning herself up.
Then she pulled her panties and pants back on.
Perching on the toilet seat and leaning back, she closed her eyes.
The scent of his semen seemed to cling to her body, yet it did not feel unpleasant.
Instead it mingled with her perfume into a strange, almost fragrant musk that somehow soothed her.
It was the deep calm that only comes after fierce, long-overdue sex.
Han Pan had forced the act on her against her protests, yet that very force had left her feeling strangely secure.
A moment later she rose, stepped close, and melted into his arms.
Han Pan wrapped his large arms around her.
They stayed like that for a while, then carefully checked the hallway outside before slipping out of the restroom.
The movie was already the last thing on either of their minds.
As they left the restroom Han Pan took Hyesu’s hand.
She shyly laced her fingers through his.
Then she lightly smacked his arm and said,
“You’re terrible! I told you not to, and you still did it?”
Han Pan scratched the back of his head.
“Ah… sorry… I just couldn’t help it… How was I supposed to hold back in that situation…”
“I don’t use birth control, you know… What if I get pregnant?”
“Hahaha, so what? If that happens I’ll take full responsibility.”
Hyesu pinched his cheek.
“That’s not the point of what I said!”
“Haha, okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
She shook her head.
“Ah… I don’t even know anymore… What kind of man goes after his own father’s woman?”
Han Pan looked at her and answered,
“I just followed my instincts… That’s all…”
“…”
The word “instincts” lingered with Hyesu.
She too had followed her own instincts, and that was how they had ended up here.
Together they left the theater and headed for the parking lot.
Once they were in the car and pulling away, a call came in from Han Pan’s father, Kim Taesik.
“Hey, honey.”
“Hi, babe. What are you up to?”
The unusually sweet, almost coquettish tone in his father’s voice felt deeply awkward to Han Pan.
“Oh, I just had lunch with Han Pan.”
“Oh! Really? Is he right there?”
“Yeah, he’s next to me.”
“Put him on.”
Hyesu pressed a finger to her lips and winked, signaling him to act as if she were simply handing over the phone.
Han Pan nodded and spoke.
“Ah, yes, Father.”
“Oh, good. Everything all right?”
“Yes. You’re well too, I hope?”
“Haha, of course, you rascal. You should come by the house sometime.”
“Ah, yes… I’ve been a bit scattered since discharge… I’ll come visit soon.”
“Good, good. Did Mom treat you to something delicious?”
“Of course! The food was so good it made the whole day perfect.”
“Heh heh heh. Wish I could’ve been there. Shame.”
“You’ve been pretty busy lately, right?”
“Well, that’s the nature of my work… Lately there’s just been one busy thing after another…”
“Yes. Please take care of your health. I’ll drop by the house soon.”
“Do that. The door’s always open, so don’t feel any pressure.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Put Mom back on.”
“Yes.”
“Hey, honey.”
Hearing his father call her “honey” still sounded incredibly strange to Han Pan.
He had never once heard Mi-ho address his father that way either.
Usually it was “Pan’s dad” or “Seo-a’s dad,” yet between these two it felt like they were a pair of affectionate lovers.
And yet only moments earlier he had been fucking her.
The bizarre position he found himself in was both amusing and, somehow, made him feel a little sorry for his father.
He wondered how the man would react if he ever learned the truth—and at the same time he felt a flicker of fear.
It would clearly devastate him.
Like father, like son: half of the man’s genes lived inside him. He was unmistakably his child, and at the same time a younger version of the man himself.
The idea that this younger double was freely enjoying both of his women would naturally be a crushing shock.
But the deed was already done and could not be undone.
Something magical had happened, and he was the one who had cast the spell.
Since there was no going back, Han Pan decided he might as well enjoy it properly.
He felt no guilt, yet his father still seemed rather pitiful.
“When are you coming home?”
“Mm, I’m heading back now…”
“Good. Bring Han Pan with you… Let’s all eat together.”
Hyesu looked over at Han Pan, but he shook his head.
“Mm, looks like Han Pan has another appointment… We’ll have to put it off till next time…”
“Huh, that kid’s busy… All right, hurry home. Let’s have dinner.”
“Okay, okay.”
“See you later then. Love you.”
Once again Han Pan felt a wave of queasiness at his father’s cutesy affection.
The call ended. Hyesu looked at him and asked,
“Want me to drop you at home?”
“No, it’s fine… Just let me out somewhere convenient. I’ll grab a taxi.”
“All right.”
She drove a short distance and pulled over at a suitable spot.
Han Pan unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward her. She hesitated for a second, then leaned in as well.
Their lips met. For a moment they simply savored the soft press of each other’s mouths before tongues slipped free, twining together in a wet, lingering kiss.
They stayed like that for a while.
When the kiss finally broke he drew back and looked at her.
She was utterly lovely.
He smiled, and she smiled back.
A subtle current of emotion passed between their eyes.
With a faint air of reluctance Han Pan stepped out of the car.
“I had a good time today…”
Hyesu smiled and answered,
“Yeah. See you again soon. Today’s date was… really memorable…”
Han Pan shut the door, and her car soon vanished from his sight.
When Han Pan arrived home the place felt empty and still.
The sun was slowly sinking, and he found it strange that his mother had not returned yet.
She had said she was only going for coffee and then straight home; maybe something else had come up.
He sprawled across the sofa and checked his phone, finding a message from Ban Mijo.
Mijo replied at once.
Han Pan quickly searched for images, found several fairly sexy shots, and sent them over.
Her reply came almost immediately.
A moment later a flood of photos began pouring into his phone.
There were quite a few, and it was instantly clear they were extremely explicit.
High-intensity shots of foreign women, apparently screenshots from Instagram.
They were practically porn-level—dangerously close to the edge.
Han Pan swallowed hard and typed his reply.