Mom, Sis, and Me #2
Watching her, So-jo wore a faintly mocking smile and turned her head toward Han Pan.
Without waiting for Mi-ho's answer, she took his cock into her mouth and began to bob her head.
After sucking him a few times, So-jo looked back at Mi-ho.
Mi-ho looked like a woman under a spell.
So-jo rose, stood beside her for a moment, glanced at her, then looked back at Han Pan.
It was, without question, an awkward situation—yet Han Pan felt no panic. If anything, he felt proud. The thought that he could have both his mother and his older sister at once flashed through his mind.
Still, the anger written plainly across Mi-ho's face had not faded. Complicated feelings were clearly tangled up inside her.
After a stretch of hesitation, she seemed to reach a decision and set down the handbag she had been holding. Drawn by some force she herself could not name, she slowly sank to her knees beside So-jo and settled into place. Then she brought her face level with So-jo's.
Mi-ho lifted one hand and clamped down hard around the base of his cock—hard enough that Han Pan felt a jolt of pain. It felt like an expression of her anger toward him.
Once Mi-ho had taken her place at her side, So-jo spit the head of his cock out of her mouth and offered it to her.
Mi-ho stared at his cock for a moment—then, astonishingly, took it straight into her mouth. And the length that still would not fit inside her, So-jo licked with a soft, slow tongue.
Han Pan's head tipped back of its own accord as a moan slipped free.
"Ah…"
It was an entirely new sensation. He could barely believe he was receiving a blowjob from his mother and his sister at the same time.
Mi-ho released the hand that had been gripping him and began to suck him off with only the forward-and-back motion of her face. After several minutes of working his cock, she let it slip from her lips.
Her expression carried a hollow emptiness—but it slowly shifted into the lewd look that was uniquely hers. She flicked her tongue out and licked his cock a few more times before she spoke.
"Ah… you two… really… this household is… running just great… ha… I'm going crazy… what the hell are we even doing… I really… I don't even know… fuck!"
A tangle of complicated emotions spilled out of her mouth. Han Pan was genuinely startled by the raw, feeling-laden curse—something he had never once heard from her in his life. It was nothing like the swearing that had tumbled out of her that morning in the middle of frantic sex. It was anger, yes—but he could tell other emotions were mixed in with it as well.
Han Pan glanced sideways at So-jo. She only smiled and gave Mi-ho no particular reaction. Instead, right beside the woman still licking the head of his cock, she started lapping at his shaft again with her tongue.
Their tongues never tangled; they kept a careful distance. Mi-ho worked the head while So-jo licked the root and the length of the shaft. Two tongues playing over his cock at once flooded Han Pan with pleasure—and the sheer fact that he had made both women suck him off at the same time delivered a deep catharsis.
He lowered his head and watched the two of them service his cock. In terms of skill, So-jo was far ahead of what her age might suggest—but Mi-ho, too, seemed to be enjoying the moment in her own clear way.
So-jo started at the base and slowly dragged her tongue the full length of the shaft, then dipped her head lower, took his balls into her mouth, and rolled them with her tongue. At the same time, Mi-ho rapidly took his cock into her mouth and sucked him back and forth. Nearly half of it disappeared between her lips.
A moment later So-jo lifted her head and settled in beside Mi-ho; Mi-ho spit out the cock she had been sucking and offered it over. So-jo swallowed him down as if she had been waiting for exactly that and began deep-throating him. This time it was Mi-ho who ducked her head and rolled his balls on her tongue.
After savoring it for a while, a fun idea struck Han Pan. On impulse he took a single step backward. His cock slid free of both their mouths with a wet pop.
He looked at the two women wearing puzzled expressions and broke into a broad smile. A moment later they started to shuffle toward him on their knees.
"Both of you—stay right there."
Mi-ho and So-jo said nothing, still watching him with faces that did not yet understand what he wanted.
"You two got a good look at mine… now it's my turn to look at yours…"
At those words, So-jo instantly grasped his meaning and moved. She pulled off the T-shirt she was wearing, revealing her bra—then stripped that off as well. Firm breasts of at least a D-cup spilled free. Beautiful no matter how many times he saw them. Her nipples stood hard and proud, speaking plainly of her arousal.
Watching her, Mi-ho looked down at the blouse she was wearing. Hesitation lingered in her eyes.
"If you don't take it off, I won't let you suck my cock…"
At Han Pan's declaration, So-jo chimed in.
"Mom, hurry up and strip. It's just your tits! What's the big deal? You already sucked Han Pan's dick, heh heh."
Mi-ho shot So-jo a sidelong glare, then looked at Han Pan. He met her gaze with a look of iron resolve and boldly stroked his own cock with his hand.
Mi-ho let out a sigh and slowly began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Han Pan could see her hands trembling—but he could also feel the way her eyes kept sliding, lewd and hungry, toward his cock.
When the last button came free, an ornate orange lace bra filled his vision. Mi-ho tugged the blouse free from where it had been tucked into her skirt and shrugged it off. Then she reached behind her back, unhooked the bra, and cast it aside.
Mi-ho's enormous breasts filled Han Pan's eyes. They were a staggering size—more than enough to overflow even a full hand. He had seen them that morning, and still the sheer scale of them stunned him all over again. Her nipples, jutting out prominently, were nearly as impressive as the breasts themselves.
"I want to see the two of you together."
Mi-ho and So-jo did not understand. Watching them hesitate, Han Pan said,
"Push your tits together."
Each of them cupped the undersides of her own breasts and pressed them toward the center of her chest.
"No, not like that… rub your tits against each other…"
Han Pan could feel it clearly—he was dominating them right now.
So-jo finally understood what he meant. She smiled and turned her body toward Mi-ho. After a brief hesitation, Mi-ho turned toward So-jo as well. Then they began to rub their jutting nipples against each other.
Unlike So-jo, who was clearly enjoying the situation, Mi-ho's face had gone quite red with shame.
"This… really doesn't feel right…"
Even as the friction of her daughter's nipples against her own sent thrills of excitement through her, Mi-ho spoke, mortified at the same time.
Watching Mi-ho obey his orders faithfully even while showing her reluctance, Han Pan found himself wondering just how far the two of them would go. One thing was certain: his sister, at least, was thoroughly enjoying every second of this.
"Hey… how about the two of you have a little kiss time now…?"
At that, Mi-ho whipped her head toward Han Pan, her face startled. The refusal was unmistakable. But So-jo only wore a lewd smile as she looked at Mi-ho.
Mi-ho's eyes fell on Han Pan's rigidly standing cock—then she turned her head and looked at So-jo. That lewd smile of hers felt terribly wicked.
The moment Mi-ho faced her, So-jo tipped her head and kissed her. Mi-ho grimaced as if she had no choice and reluctantly accepted the kiss—but she absolutely would not allow So-jo's lips to meet her own. The way she kept twisting her mouth, trying to dodge the contact, made her rejection plain.
So-jo, for her part, had started it—but she hesitated too, unable to land a direct kiss, circling around Mi-ho's lips instead. After a moment she pulled her face back and simply stared at her.
Sensing something off, Mi-ho opened her eyes and looked at her.
"You did it just fine at the club… I guess we really do need the alcohol…"
So saying, So-jo rose from the floor, her bare breasts swaying, and went to the kitchen. She came back with the already-opened wine and filled a glass. She downed one in a thick, heavy shot, then brought another glass over and held it out to Mi-ho.
Mi-ho hesitated, then took the glass and drained it straight down. As the sharp bite of the wine spread through her body, she could feel her rigid tension ease a little.
So-jo refilled her own glass from the bottle she had brought, and topped off Mi-ho's empty one as well. Mi-ho drained hers again; so did So-jo.
As if they had both made up their minds, the two women faced each other once more and settled into place. So-jo leaned in and kissed Mi-ho. This time Mi-ho received it in a much looser mood—though her lips were still pressed tightly shut.
Under the sustained pressure of So-jo's kiss, Mi-ho could feel her body slowly heating, the wine's warmth rising through her. And answering that mouth against hers, she gradually began to move her face, finally allowing her own lips to meet So-jo's.
Their lips came together and moved slowly against each other.