Mom, Sister, and Me #4
In that instant Han Pan lifted his hips.
Mi-ho matched him at once, raising her own hips just enough to keep perfect time with his motion.
He could feel the enormous flood of her pussy juices sliding down the length of his cock. The warm, sticky slickness clung to his shaft the way melted sugar drips down a stick of tanghulu, trailing thickly toward the base.
With her ass lifted high, Mi-ho’s entire body was already burning from the pleasure. She grabbed her own heavy breasts, squeezing them hard while rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. The sensation spiked even higher, racing through every nerve.
Watching her pleasure herself only drove him wilder. He snapped his hips upward again.
Mi-ho rose with him, then slammed herself back down, locking into his rhythm.
“Ah… fuck… that feels so good… sh…it…”
“Haa… Mom, hearing you swear makes you even sexier!”
Her already flushed face turned a deeper crimson. She smiled and asked,
“Really? You don’t mind if Mom talks dirty? Hmm? Hmm?”
“Hell no! I love it when we fuck and you curse…”
“Yeah… every time we have sex the dirty words just keep coming out of me… they come out on their own… haa… but it feels so damn good…”
Han Pan reached both hands to her ass and gripped hard, then pushed her upward. Mi-ho lifted her hips and looked down at him.
“Mom! Fuck me!”
At his shout she rose until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then dropped herself down with brutal force.
“Haaah…!!”
They repeated the motion again and again, her body adjusting perfectly to the full length of him.
“Ah… Mom… I love it so much!!! Keep fucking me!!! Haa… haa…”
The whole time she bounced her hips up and down she never broke eye contact, the two of them sinking deeper into each other.
“Ah… Mom… you’re the best… your pussy… is the best… haa… haa…”
Mi-ho kept her face twisted in ecstasy and managed to rasp out,
“Better… than… that… bitch?!”
Han Pan nodded hard, absolute certainty on his face.
“Ha! Of course!! You’re my mom!! You’re the best!! Mom’s the best!! Haaah haaah!!”
Their fucking grew fiercer by the second. They crashed into each other like a tsunami slamming a shoreline. The wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the entire living room.
Suddenly Mi-ho leaned forward. Her heavy breasts swung down and pressed against his chest. She offered her lips. Their mouths met; her tongue slipped between his lips and vanished into his mouth. He tasted the faint, musky tang of the cum he had shot earlier, but he didn’t care.
Still bent over him she shifted the angle and kept driving her cunt onto his cock from a new direction. Their tongues tangled in a deep, violent kiss while the wet collisions of their lower bodies grew even louder, echoing through the living room. They moaned into each other’s mouths as sweat began to glaze every inch of skin.
Moments later Han Pan felt the orgasm coiling through his whole body; he knew he was close. Mi-ho felt his cock swell thick and hard inside her and knew the same. Whether he came inside her or not no longer mattered.
“Ah! Mom!!!! I’m cumming!!!! I’m cumming!!!!”
She tore her mouth from his and cried out,
“Cum! Cum!! Shoot your cock-juice into Mom!!! Shoot it!!! Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!”
At her raw scream another thick jet of cum blasted from his cock. It hammered against her womb with brutal force. The hot flood pouring into her made her entire body shake. It was pure ecstasy and pure catharsis at once—something she had never felt before.
For a split second the thought flickered through her mind: how did I end up here? Then the pleasure drowned everything. Orgasm seized her body; her brain short-circuited; the world went white.
After several heavy spurts Han Pan lay gasping, feeling his cock slowly soften. Mi-ho collapsed forward onto his chest, her body draped over his. It had been ferocious sex—every bit as savage as the morning’s round. She could feel that everything had changed.
Catching his breath, Han Pan turned his head toward the sofa. There sat So-jo, chin resting on her hand, watching them with a soft, knowing smile.
When their eyes met she said,
“Of every fuck I’ve ever watched, that was the most intense, the most loving, and the hottest all at once…”
Han Pan nodded.
“Yeah… of everything I’ve ever done, that was the wildest… I can’t even explain it… it just felt completely different…”
“Really?… Mother and son getting that hot, huh?”
“Was it…?”
Mi-ho pushed herself up from his chest, looked down at him, and gently stroked his cheek. Then she pressed a soft, romantic kiss to his forehead.
Han Pan glanced at the wall clock. It was already past seven.
“Mom… it’s time to eat…”
Mi-ho laughed at the absurdly ordinary remark, checked the clock herself, and answered,
“You’re right… dinner time. Let’s eat, kids…”
She stood as if nothing had happened. Instantly a thick river of his cum began pouring from her cunt, running down her thighs in heavy streams. The amount was staggering. She scooped some onto her finger, slipped it into her mouth, and tasted it.
“Amazing… once this morning… then So-jo… and now me…”
Han Pan rose slowly and said,
“I could go again if you want…”
“Haha, really?”
So-jo stood as well.
“Our little brother’s incredible… Hulk, you’re a damn Hulk.”
She slipped into his arms and kissed his cheek. At the same time Mi-ho nestled against his other side and gave him a light kiss on the lips, then leaned over and kissed So-jo’s lips just as gently.
As the fierce heat cooled and reason slowly returned, a flush of embarrassment colored Mi-ho’s voice.
“Anyway… we’re family… so we love each other, understand each other… and keep getting to know one another better…”
“Yes, Mom.”
So-jo wrapped her arms around her. Han Pan’s big arms pulled both women in. The warm press of their bodies against his felt perfect.
Han Pan helped Mi-ho prepare dinner. Cleaning the wrecked living room could wait; helping the woman he had just exhausted was the least he could do.
While he straightened the scattered cushions and clothes, the two women reappeared from their rooms in comfortable loungewear. They headed straight for the kitchen and began setting out food with practiced ease. Whenever they didn’t eat out, dinner was always Mi-ho’s and the sisters’ job. Their father Taesik had grown up in a patriarchal household and never liked seeing a man in the kitchen. But times had changed, and Han Pan believed helping the women he loved was only natural.
So-jo joined them, laying out the table. Watching the two women prepare the stew, Han Pan thought, This is a truly happy family. He stayed beside them, clumsily handling the small tasks. Mi-ho gave him a loving look and brushed a soft kiss across his cheek. A sudden bashfulness rose in him. He had always assumed cooking was simply Mom’s duty; from now on he promised himself he would help with the housework more often.
After the ferocious sex he was ravenous, and so were the two women. While they cooked, none of them mentioned what had just happened in the living room. A generous dinner finally appeared, and the three of them sat down together. Conversation drifted to the day’s events; the clear highlight was So-jo’s shoot. She chattered happily about everything that had happened on set while Mi-ho and Han Pan listened with full attention.
When the meal ended Han Pan stood to clear the dishes and do the washing-up, but Mi-ho’s voice was firm: go to your room. He hesitated, then obeyed.
Back in his room he began sorting the data and photos he needed to send to Mi-jo. Some time later the door opened without a knock. Mi-ho stepped inside. Han Pan quietly flipped the photos of Mi-jo face-down on the desk. She closed the door behind her and came to his side.
“Han Pan.”
He could tell she had something she needed to say. Watching her hesitate, he decided to give her all the time she needed. After a long breath she finally spoke.