Together with Mom
He soon lost his balance under the wave of pleasure surging through him.
Watching him, Mi-ho smiled brightly.
"Looks like our son isn't cut out for yoga… collapsing from just this much stimulation… will you manage?"
Han Pan regained his center and looked at her.
Her naked eyes gleamed with raw desire.
He stepped straight up to her, seized her face hard, and kissed her.
Mi-ho offered her lips without resistance and took his kiss.
Their heated bodies pressed together as they stroked each other.
A moment later, Mi-ho led him over to the bench press and laid him down on it.
His cock rose hard and fierce toward the ceiling, standing rigid.
Mi-ho took hold of it, spread her legs, and sat facing toward his legs. Then she pushed her ass back toward his face.
Han Pan could see her pussy laid bare and already soaking wet.
He lifted his head and stuck out his tongue. Working it broadly across her, he licked, and the sweet taste of her juices flooded his tongue.
Mi-ho's head tipped back as a soft moan slipped from her mouth.
Han Pan moved his tongue fast, varying the pace—sometimes hard and quick, sometimes slow and gentle—as he worked her pussy.
Moans kept spilling from Mi-ho's lips while her hand stroked his cock rapidly up and down.
Soon she bounced her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth. Han Pan lifted his own hips in answer, driving faster friction into her grip.
Before long her hand gave way to her lips. The warm wet heat of her mouth on him sent a fresh jolt of excitement through Han Pan, and he attacked her pussy harder with his own mouth in return.
He raised a hand and thrust his middle finger deep into her, digging and working it, and Mi-ho's moans climbed higher still.
Han Pan lifted his head further, working that finger while burying his nose in her pussy. At the same time he caught her clit between his lips and chewed it gently, and Mi-ho cried out in a raw scream.
For a split second Han Pan feared So-jo might wake—then he shoved the thought aside. Nothing else mattered right now.
In that same moment her whole body shuddered hard; orgasm had clearly hit her. White, watery fluid spilled from her pussy a beat later, and Han Pan lapped it up greedily, tongue working like a madman.
Once her trembling faded and she steadied, Han Pan rose and pulled her up with him. Still seated on the bench press, he turned her around.
Mi-ho settled into place with easy familiarity, swinging each leg over his. One hand braced on his shoulder; the other closed around his thick, straining cock.
Their eyes met.
Mi-ho panted as she spoke.
"Son…"
Han Pan nodded.
"Yeah, Mom…"
"You'll love me forever from now on, right?"
He nodded again.
"Of course…"
"Without changing?"
"Without changing!"
"No matter what bitch you sleep with? You know I'm first, right? Huh?"
"I'm always Mom's… forever from now on, too."
"Okay. I… trust our son…"
"I won't disappoint you, Mom…"
"All right. Mom's got a lot built up over the years, so I'll have plenty of demands… even the weird ones. Grant them for me, okay?"
"Of course…"
"Whatever it is?"
"Whatever it is. Because it's Mom, I'll go along with it…"
"Our son is so good… I love you…"
"I love you too."
The moment the words left him, Mi-ho guided the hand holding his cock toward her pussy and rubbed the head against herself a few times.
It was truly enormous. Every drag of that thick cock against her entrance wrung a deep moan from her.
She still could barely believe it—the son who had once come out of her hole was about to push his cock back into it. Han Pan felt the same sharp realization: he was about to enter the place he had left twenty-two years ago.
She spoke softly.
"Ah… how did we end up here?… I don't even know…"
"I don't know either, Mom… Don't think about it now. Just follow instinct…"
"Yeah. Let's follow instinct…"
Saying so, she began easing his cock into her pussy. Inch by inch it spread her open and vanished inside.
It was a sensation she had not felt in a very long time—an experience beyond anything else in the world. As that massive thing that seemed ready to split her body in two sank into her, her head tipped back toward the ceiling on pure instinct.
She knew at once that a door to a dimension she had never known had just opened. This was the moment she confirmed she had crossed a bridge with no way back.
At the same time she had become his woman—ready to be a sex toy made only for him. She swore inwardly that she would live for him, for his pleasure alone. Whatever he demanded, she would accept it and submit. She wanted to be his sex slave, his plaything. She wanted to be everything he needed.
When his cock finally seated fully inside her, Mi-ho let out a long, shuddering breath. Her head came down again and she looked at Han Pan.
She was smiling—a thoroughly lewd smile.
Han Pan had never seen that expression on his mother's face before. He understood at once that her true nature had finally surfaced. Mother and son were gone; only a female and a male remained.
"It fills me tighter than I thought… ha…"
As the moan left her, Han Pan answered.
"You'll get used to it soon. Starting today you'll feel it over and over…"
"Is that so?"
Mi-ho began to rock her body slowly up and down. It had been so long since she had last had sex that her body still had not fully adapted; she simply followed wherever it led. She moved as instinct ordered.
Those soft motions grew faster with every passing second. The bench press rattled under them, metal singing with each hard thrust.
Han Pan still could not quite believe he was fucking his mother right now. It was pure fantasy made flesh. Sex with Mom—not some other woman—delivered the ultimate catharsis.
Bracing on the hand she had planted on his shoulder, she drove herself harder. The arm looped around his neck tightened, locking her movements even tighter, and her breasts bounced right in front of his eyes.
The knowledge that she was fucking her own son only stoked Mi-ho hotter. Her moans swelled louder; Han Pan answered with low, animal grunts of his own.
A moment later her second orgasm crashed through her. She clung to him, whole body shaking under the electric current of it, gasping for air.
Han Pan gripped her ass and stood. Startled, Mi-ho instinctively locked both arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the wall, pinned her there, and started thrusting again.
"Haa! Haa! Fuck!! So fucking good!! Ah fuck!! Mom!! Too good!!"
Mi-ho shot back at him.
"Hah… hah… fuck, good? Good because it's your mom? Hah… fuck—better than those other bitches? Hah… hah…"
"Haa… haa… fuck… Mom is the best! Ah fuck… Mom's pussy is the best!!! Ah fuck!!!"
"Yeah! Fuck, pound me! Hah… hah… hah… pound me as hard as you want… from now on Mom is yours!!"
"Haa! Haa! Ah fuck! Mom is my woman now! I'll do whatever I want!"
"Hah… hah… hah… yeah, do as you please! Hah… hah…"
"Haa! Haa! I'll dress you in whatever I want! And I'll fuck you anytime, anywhere! From now on, whenever I tell you, you spread that pussy—got it?! Fucking bitch!!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Fucking bitch!!! I'm going crazy!!!"
"Hah… hah… hah… I'll do everything you order!!! Mom will be your pussy!!! Mom is son's pussy now!!! Only son gets to fuck me!!! Aaah!!!"
Mi-ho panted and moaned like she was losing her mind. Her hair flew wild and began to mat with sweat; Han Pan's whole body was soaked again too.
He shifted one hand from her ass up to her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her moans spiked higher. He dropped his head, pulled her breast to his mouth, and sucked hard, tongue working the tip.
Her cries grew wilder still.
Then he felt the first edge of climax. Even as he fretted over what to do, the pleasure twisted his face.
Reading that expression and knowing he was about to come, Mi-ho spoke.
"Son—cum inside Mom… it's okay… Mom's safe day… cum inside…"
The instant the words left her, Han Pan let go of everything he had been holding back and came hard.