After the Morning Alarm — Lunch with Ban Mi-jo
Mi-ho rocked her hips faster and faster, grinding her cunt against his lips and tongue.
Han Pan seized her ass in a firm grip, locked her in place, and flicked his tongue in rapid strokes, driving it as deep as he could into the slick folds sliding back and forth over his mouth.
Her moans deepened.
"Haa… haa… Han Pan… lick me—harder—lick me harder…. Ah… ah… fuck… it feels so good…!!!"
He poured everything he had into it, burying his tongue in her pussy while working her clit at the same time.
Heat radiated from every inch of Mi-ho's body.
Feeling her tremble and shudder, Han Pan knew she was about to come.
"Aaaaaah—fu….ck…."
He barely caught the broken words before a hard little jet of fluid hit the inside of his mouth.
He had watched women come on his cock more times than he could count, but never like this—never with something spraying so violently across his face.
Most of what gushed from her cunt vanished into his open mouth; the rest ran down his chin and throat.
It was faintly bitter, yet the aftertaste was sweet.
"Ah…… ang……."
She made a sound like a soft sob.
At the same moment he heard her head thump against the wall.
She braced both arms against the headboard, forehead pressed to the wall, and gasped for air.
Ignoring the wetness coating his face, Han Pan stuck his tongue out again and dragged it in one long, deliberate stroke over her pussy.
Another fierce convulsion ripped through her.
She let out a heavy sigh, lifted herself off his face, and collapsed onto her back beside him.
Rough breaths still poured from her lips.
"Ah… that was insane…"
"Did you like it?"
Han Pan turned onto his side, propped his cheek on his arm, and looked at her with a grin.
A happy smile sat easy on his face.
Catching her breath, Mi-ho met his eyes.
"Where did you learn things like that?"
He rolled his eyes.
"Lots of practice…"
Mi-ho smiled and reached out to pinch his cheek.
"My son learned all the wrong things…"
"But you liked it, right?"
Color flooded her face.
"Yeah…"
"Then we're good… heh."
He gave her a sly grin and stretched out a hand to smack her ass.
Caught off guard by her son's teasing, Mi-ho scowled.
"You…"
"What, you don't like it?"
He reached again and squeezed a handful of her ass cheek hard.
A moan slipped out of her without thinking.
Satisfied by the sound, Han Pan smiled and got to his feet.
"I'm gonna shower… skipping the workout today."
Mi-ho glanced at the clock.
More time had passed than she'd realized.
"Mom's tired… I'm just gonna lie here a bit…"
"Yeah, okay…"
With that he walked to the bathroom completely bare, without a shred of self-consciousness.
When he came back from the shower, toweling his wet hair, he found his mother already asleep with her eyes closed.
Her lower half was still uncovered. He pulled the blanket he usually slept under over her body.
Downstairs in the kitchen he drained a tall glass of cold water in one go.
That was when he spotted So-jo coming down.
She was still in her sleep clothes—a thin tee and dolphin shorts.
The moment she saw him she drifted over, looped both arms around his neck, and offered her lips.
Han Pan accepted the kiss without resistance.
Their mouths met; a moment later their tongues slipped free and tangled together.
A smile rose naturally to his lips.
When she finally pulled back, So-jo asked,
"Sleep well?"
He nodded.
"What about you, Noona?"
"I slept like a rock…"
She glanced around.
"But Mom's nowhere. She's always up before me…"
A broad smile spread across Han Pan's face.
"She's sleeping in my room."
"What?"
Surprise flickered in So-jo's eyes for a second.
Then a wicked little smile took its place.
"So you two went at it first thing in the morning…"
"Yeah… not full sex, though… more like taking care of each other's needs?"
So-jo laughed.
"My, my… hot and heavy before breakfast. Maybe tomorrow morning I should get there first?"
She gave his arm a light slap.
Just then they both saw Mi-ho coming downstairs, eyes still half-lidded and hair a mess.
Spotting the two of them together, she approached with a peculiar little smile.
"You two look good standing side by side…"
"Haha—looks like Mom's in a good mood this morning too…"
Mi-ho cupped So-jo's face and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
Han Pan thought their casual intimacy looked incredibly good.
Morning passed without further incident.
As always, Mi-ho and So-jo bustled around getting ready to go out, while Han Pan finished the work for Ban Mi-jo and packed everything up.
Before long the two women left, and once the house fell quiet he finally had proper time to himself.
He sent Ban Mi-jo a KakaoTalk message.
Han Pan tossed his phone aside, stretched out on the bed, and let his mind drift back to the almost magical events of the night before.
Even now it barely felt real.
The fact that he had fucked both his mother and his older sister at the same time still refused to fully sink in.
He was killing the rest of the morning when the house cleaner arrived.
While she worked, the time for his meeting with Ban Mi-jo drew near.
He changed clothes, went downstairs to the living room, and waited for her to show up.
A few minutes later a message came through saying she had arrived. He grabbed the envelope of her photos and the USB stick he had prepared and headed outside.
A black SUV sat parked in front of the house.
He walked around to the passenger side; the window rolled down and she greeted him with a bright smile.
"Hey, Han Pan!"
"Hello, Noona."
He opened the door and climbed in.
A soft, expensive perfume drifted gently to his nose.
Her face, lightly and elegantly made up, caught his eye at once.
The makeup was minimal, yet it only made her charm stand out more.
Once he was settled and buckled in, he held out the envelope he had brought.
"Oh!"
She took it, opened it right away, and looked through the photos inside.
Seeing the raw, unfiltered record of that day, Ban Mi-jo smiled.
"They came out better than I expected… hoho…"
She slipped the pictures back into the envelope, set it on the back seat, and pulled away from the curb.
"You worked hard. Anything in particular you want to eat?"
"Hmm… I'm fine with whatever."
"Yeah? Then let's get something really good."
She drove off toward some destination of her own choosing.
On the way they talked about this and that.
Han Pan told her he had confessed to Mi-ho that the two of them had slept together.
"What?! Oh my god… Unnie didn't freak out?"
"Well… she did at first, but she came around pretty quick."
"Really?… Ugh, what do I do… How am I supposed to look her in the face…"
"What's the big deal? Mom took it cooler than you'd think."
"Did she see the photos too?"
"Not in detail, but I think she got the general idea."
"Is that so…"
"It's fine… Mom was cool about it."
"I'm losing my mind… seriously…"
"I told you it's fine."
"Even so… if Unnie finds out I slept with you—ah… that woman has a temper…"
"Eh… adults do this kind of thing sometimes, hahaha."
Han Pan burst into a big, easy laugh.
His booming laughter eased Ban Mi-jo a little on the inside, but she still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling completely.
Before long they pulled up in front of a restaurant in Gangnam.
It was a fairly upscale brunch place—simple on the outside, but the interior was clean and stylish, perfectly in step with current trends.
After handing the car to the valet, Ban Mi-jo stepped out, and for the first time Han Pan got a proper look at her.
He hadn't been able to see clearly until now. Today she was wearing an extremely thin lemon-yellow sleeveless turtleneck paired with a long, equally thin black pleated skirt.
The hem stopped just above her ankles, and beneath it a pair of very high black platform heels drew his eye.
Especially striking was the gold-looking anklet around her left ankle.
On top of that, the thin fabric of both top and bottom gave the faint, teasing impression that her underwear might be showing through.
Smiling, Han Pan followed her into the restaurant.
Inside, the décor had a distinctly Spanish feel—the owner clearly had a soft spot for that atmosphere.
The food was Spanish as well, something he had never tried in his life.
"What do you want?"
"Uh, I don't know… I've never had this kind of food, so I'm not sure what to pick…"
"You really hungry?"
Han Pan flashed a wide grin.
"I'm always hungry!"
Ban Mi-jo laughed at that.
"Yeah? Then I'll just order for us."
She rattled off dish after dish to the waiter who came over.
"Want a drink?"
"Sure."
"Alright."
She ordered him a glass of white wine and took iced water with lemon for herself.
As the wine settled into his system he felt a pleasant looseness take hold, and his mood lifted.
While they waited for the food, Han Pan asked various questions about the photos, and Ban Mi-jo gave him quiet, low-voiced feedback on everything that had happened that day.